Wayne McGurk S&S RP: One (Unfinished)

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Wayne McGurk Scars And Stripes RP: One

The American family was home, by Manuel Fuentes’ understanding; they, the man, woman, and child were inside. Presumably asleep, as all the lights had been off for going on two hours now.

According to his logs, the American’s had been home the entire day; with the exception of a brief period of a around fifteen-to-twenty minutes late in the morning, when the man, a brawny American with a barba, left the home to go to the corner grocery.

The only difference in the family’s activities tonight, compared to the previous three:

-The child, a girl no older than six years of age, was laid down to sleep twenty-seven minutes after nine; considerably late for a child of her age.

-The man and his wife, an attractive woman with red hair, did not engage in any form of sexual conduct. It can be believed that the man had fallen asleep with the woman, lying on her side, wrapped around his arms. Sometime after, the woman rose to turn off the lights around the home, after which she retired to the bedroom and disappeared beneath the blankets.

~

Manuel stood facing the window; watching nothing on the darkened apartment across the street.

It was time, he knew that now. As a child, he learned to listen to his inner voice, and the inner voice was telling him now that it was time. He would be forever changed once the deed was done with.

He had courage; with courage. For many, courage came in the form of passion, hunger, the unexpected and maybe even readiness. For Manuel, tonight it came in the form of white powder; divided and laid across the floor in three lines. Manuel, standing on both his knees, hovered his head over the first line of powder, closed his eyes, pinched his nostrils, and snorted the thin line of powder; this first one for power, strength. Manuel drew himself away; breathing heavily, he rubbed his nose. He could feel it now, power.

Manuel went down and snorted the second line; the future.

Manuel sneezed.

Rubbing his nose, Manuel opened his eyes as he let himself fall back; gently. Manuel stretched his arms out as he looked at the dust-ridden ceiling. He was feeling it right now, the future. When he took the second strip of powder, he was in the past; his sneeze was his future, he just did not know that. He lay there, in the present, looking back at a second’s past; waiting in the present, for the future; a second divided into three sections of time. Time was passing Manuel by; then, now, and there, oh he could feel it.

Manuel turned on his stomach; wasting time was not good, and as he crawled to the third and final strip, he knew he had lost it.

Manuel kept his eyes open as he snorted the final strip. Now, he had courage; what was life without it?

~

Crossing the street and getting in through the front door had been easy, for the most part. The American’s had been occupying the fifth floor corner apartment for close to seven months now; for Manuel, outside of the olive painted walls and the furniture, the apartment looked no different than it did when they first moved in- the American was a good and generous tipper, to Manuel and the moving crew.

With the front door still open, Manuel stood in the living room; with the night light guiding his way, there’s no need to turn on the lights. The living room led to a small hallway; on the left, mid-way-, stood the door to the child’s room; at the end and center, was the bedroom of the man and his wife. To Manuel, the object simple and clear…

Tome lo que usted puede, tan rápido como puedas.
(Take what you can, as quick as you can.)
He murmured; as to assure himself.

This was Manuel’s fourth attempt at a robbery; just as long as he came out with something, he could consider himself a certified pro.

Jesus, Manuel told himself. Outside of a dvd player, and the man’s money and woman’s jewels, if he was lucky, there was not much to take.

Manuel crept up the hallway; like the living room, the walls were colored olive; they were adorned with various photographs and a collection of gold wrestling belts- at least he now found something work at least a couple hundred a piece.

Manuel withdrew a garbage bag from his back pocket and wriggled it loose. Manuel paused for a moment as he looked at the belt; well designed, masterfully polished, it was beautiful to look at. Manuel took the belt from the wall and held it in his hands, it was heavier than he imagined- the leather alone was at least eleven pounds. Manuel shook the bag loose and placed the belt inside.

Manuel proceeded to the next one.

What the hell are you doing here?

Manuel closed his eyes as time stopped; there wasn’t any future to feel. All Manuel felt was a long, cold, and quiet present. The world stopped and as it did, time stopped too.

Manuel ran his fingers over his nose; had to be a little spec of courage stuck to a booger.

Manuel opened his eyes to find the lights on; golden glow surrounding the olive walls, it was beautiful actually. Manuel turned to the man; he stood in his boxers by the door to the bedroom. Manuel turned away; the man got a good look of his face- not good.

Manuel ran for the open door; the garbage bag with the one belt trailing between his feet. Manuel stepped over the bag and tripped; shit.

The man held Manuel by the collar of his shirt, the man was strong, the man was a fucking wrestler. Manuel just remembered; how could he forget?

Manuel turned to his back, facing the American with the barba. Manuel thrust his hips forward as he withdrew a 9.mm from his pocket and shot the man, point blank, at the side. The sound of the man’s grunt did little to quiet the sound of Manuel’s gunshot. The man’s eyes closed, as Manuel held him by the neck, as he fired a second shot along the man’s side. The man went limp, as Manuel pushed the man off.

Manuel rose with the gun clenched in one hand, and a blood stained belt in the other. Manuel drew the gun down for a final shot, when another shot was fired; wasn’t from his gun.

The shot missed.

Manuel, surprised, stood there, in the middle of a long present, and looked forward as the woman stood, in a nightgown, at the end of the hallway, with a handgun clenched between both her fists.

The woman fired another shot this tine taking Manuel in the hand; cold, sharp pain piercing through his right hand. Manuel’s fists opened, dropping the 9.mm from his grip. Manuel lurched to the ground, fumbling for the gun. The woman came forward and fired another shot at his hand, her body jerking back; the bitch.

Manuel grunted as he took the shot. The woman dropped to her knees before her husband. Manuel took the belt and dragged himself out the front door.

~

Vanessa held Wayne by the hand; he was still breathing, but just barely. Tears ran down Vanessa’s face as she gently ran her hand over Wayne’s hair.

Hey, I’ll be back. Just stay with me, okay?

Vanessa leaned in and kissed Wayne on the lips.

Vanessa held the gun in her hand as she motioned out the front door. The intruder was limping down the stairs. Vanessa ran towards him; fists gripping tightly on the Smith and Wesson. Vanessa stopped, took aim, and shot him in the middle of the back. He rolled down the flight of stairs as the Vanessa crept closer and fired two more shots into him.

Hands still shaking, Vanessa looked down at the intruder, as he lay at the bottom of the steps, a bloody and curdled mess. Vanessa sighed, closed her eyes, and turned away from the man.

What was done was now done…

~

The first thing Vanessa saw as she stepped back into the apartment was Scarlett; she kneeled before where Wayne lay in tears.

What happened to daddy?

Someone shot him…

Who shot him?

A bad man who tried to take away our things.

Did the bad man run away?

Not for long.

Vanessa threw the gun towards the kitchen and approached Scarlett and Wayne. Vanessa sat by Wayne and drew her lips to his ear.

Hey…
Vanessa whispered.
It’s gonna be okay, ok?

Vanessa kissed Wayne once again, before she took Scarlett by the hand and cradled her in her arms. Vanessa bopped Scarlett and nestled her head against hers.

What’s going to happen to daddy?

Daddy’s going to be okay. I promise you I’ll do everything I can to save him. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, Daddy will be okay again.

He will?

Vanessa nodded.

Just close your eyes, honey bunny.

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The first thing Wayne saw when he opened his eyes was road, just coming at him; just long stretches of road, with the desert and electrical lines sprawled to the left and to the right. The road seemed to be coming at him; it was almost like he was driving.

Good you’re up… You’ve been asleep for hours.

Wayne looked to the right of him and saw Frank setting beside him; hands on the steering wheel, his arms leaning against a rolled down window.

Wayne ran his rubbed his eyes; he was seated, the air was cold, the road was coming at him, and Frank sat beside him, driving- he was in a fucking car.

Where we going?

You’ll see when you get there.

You got a smoke?

Frank took his hand away from the window and gripped the wheel; as his free hand opened the glove compartment.

Wayne took the pick, tipped the underside of the pack, took and stick and placed it between his lips.

Got a light?

Look in there.

Wayne drew his hand inside and found a lighter; Wayne brought it close and lit his cigarette. Wayne drew hard on the filter; the smoke inside him was welcoming, real.

Am I alive?
Blowing out the cloud of smoke.

No.

So, I’m dead?

Not dead either…

What am I then?

You’re you.

Will I ever get to see Scarlett and Vanessa?

One day.

Wayne blew another puff of smoke, as he pulled the cigarette away.

~

Capitán Juno Vergas got the call at around twenty past three. The sound of phone ringing had taken him from his sleep and woke him. The fucking phone often scared him; the damn ringing alone was enough to wake up the dead.

Juno Vergas thought he should have been used to it, being who he was and what he did. Capitán for the Tijuana Police; wasn’t as good as it sounded. Pulling himself out of bed, he crossed his heart, and in the name of his children, he just wanted to be home before the sun went up.

The first thing Juno Vergas as he approached the building was the body of the intruder sprawled towards the edge of the stairway. Looking down at him, the intruder looked to be a negro mestiso, kinky hair, skinny frame; the lines beneath his eyes indicated some drug use before the incident. The intruder must have at been least twenty-four. With the way the head hung from the last step, it appeared he had a broken neck.

The American who had been shot was rushed to the hospital; the wife and their child followed him.

The apartment was empty. Outside of the men gathering what could have been evidence, and a few of the younger men taking drinks from the refrigerator, there was really nothing here.

Capitán Vergas.

Juno turned as Victor Tavalerra approached him; the Segundo.

Detective Tavalerra, buenas noches.
(Detective Tavalerra, good evening.)

Buenas noches señor. Entonces, ¿qué haría usted de todo esto?
(Good evening sir. So, what would you make of all this?)

Sólo su base legítima defensa caso, que probablemente fue.
(Just your basic self-defense case, which it probably was.)

Usted está sólo va aceptar eso?
(You are just going accept that?)

Si.
(Yes.)

Juno stepped closer to him

Detective Tavalerra, he han sido en la misma sala, en este mismo escenario muchas veces, para mí saber qué diablos está pasando. De tomar un intruso, el hombre despierta del ruido, o tal vez sólo él es incluso ir al baño de una meada, ver algunos hijo de una perra en su casa y el hijo de puta no se supone que se Allí. El hombre tiene en sus manos las medidas, figura una espera de la policía podría ser un poco demasiado largo. Así que enfrenta el ladrón, el ladrón le ve, tal vez el ladrón no quiere hacer daño a nadie, pero sabemos que el hombre es visto él, tal vez incluso llegando hasta el punto de ataque, ahora el ladrón es atrapado en una posición donde Su ya sea hombre o de él, y seguro como el infierno no va a ser él.(Detective Tavalerra, I’ve have been in the same room, in this same scenario too many times, for me to know what the hell is going on. You take an intruder, the man wakes up from the noise, or perhaps he’s just even going to the bathroom for a piss, he see’s some son a bitch in his home and the son of a bitch is not supposed to be there. The man takes measures into his hands, figuring a wait on the police might be a little too long. So he confronts the burglar, the burglar see’s him; maybe the burglar does not want to hurt anyone, but know that man’s seen him, maybe even going so far as to attack, now the burglar is stuck in a position where its either the man or him, and it sure as hell isn’t going to be him.)

Que no explica la esposa.
(That doesn’t explain the wife.)

No tiene por qué, y ella fue tratando de salvar a su marido.
(It doesn’t have to; she was only trying to save her husband.)

¿Cómo se puede explicar que el ladrón mentir al final de la escalera?
(How can that explain the burglar lying at the end of the staircase?)

No lo sé, y no me importa. El hijo de puta es donde no se supone que es.
(I don’t know, and I don’t care. The son of a bitch was where he wasn’t supposed to be.)

¿Así que se pone a la mujer en la vida de un plebeyo?
(So you’re putting the woman over the life of a commoner?)

Usted es lo suficientemente inteligente como para saber donde estoy viniendo desde. Deja solos y guardar el tanto de nosotros un dolor de cabeza de mierda.
(You are smart enough to know where I’m coming from. Leave it alone and save the both of us a fucking headache.)

~

Scarlett slept along the plastic hospital bed, with her head over Vanessa’s lap; Vanessa’s shawl covered over Scarlett. Vanessa had to keep herself from breaking down, didn’t want to worsen things for Scarlett. Seeing her father bleed on the floor and witnessing her mother chase after and murder an intruder had been enough for Scarlett; had to be done, he tried to kill Wayne, and she couldn’t let it go.

God, she wanted a drink, or even a valium; something just to calm her down.

What the hell is going to happen now?
She murmured.

Vanessa took Wayne’s leather jacket before they left, and she had it wrapped around her. Vanessa closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and held herself tightly; she was in his arms, she could even smell him.

Tears slowly rolled down Vanessa’s eyes.

Vanessa reached for her purse, took, her phone out and dialed.

Kurt…

Vanessa?

Kurt answered; just didn’t know who else to call, she needed to talk to someone; Kurt’s Wayne best friend.

You ok?

Vanessa breathed heavily.

What’s the matter?

Wayne… He got shot.

Kurt was silent for a moment.

My God, what the hell happened?

A guy broke into our apartment, Wayne tried to stop him and he shot Wayne, twice. Then, I don’t know, I chased the guy down and I shot him dead… I just don’t know what hell’s happening.

There was a pause; how was the guy taking this all in?

How’s Wayne?

He got shot through the kidney and the liver, that was all the doctors told me. Kurt, what do I do? Wayne’s my lover and the father of my child, I can’t lose him. I don’t want to.

He’ll pull through, I believe that. Whatever happens, know that we’re always here for you and Scarlett, okay.

Okay. I am going to try to get an update on Wayne’s condition...

Alright, I’ll try to fly down there as soon as I can. Just try to calm down, and call me if you need anything.

I will. Thank you.

Vanessa placed the phone in the pocket of Wayne’s jacket. Vanessa leaned forward, and with her hand over her leg, she dropped her head on her open palm.

~

Frank stopped the car by a motel, the place had sprawled up from nowhere; it was the first thing he saw after hours of vast nothingness. Night was slowly coming down and filled the sky with a fusion of purple, fuchsia, and gold.

Why are we stopping here?

We’re where we need to be.

What’s in there?

Its heaven, son.

That’s heaven?

Something you have to understand is that heaven is what we conjure it to be. This here Wayne is heaven, my heaven.

Really this?

Well, this is the only world I ever really knew; I’d be more comfortable here than some swank condo by the beach.

Frank opened the door and stepped out; Wayne opened the seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

Oh, don’t bother closing it… There won’t be anyone treading our way for light years.

Frank walked over to a room.

Son, why are you doing this?

Doing what, Frank?

Going after the tag titles and putting your name into the rumble, I thought you were going to take it easy?

I am.

No Wayne, you’re not.

If you’ve got anything to tell me, just say it; don’t beat around the bush.

I’ve got nothing to say to you, but there are things I want to know.

What would it matter now? First you tell me I’m neither alive nor dead,
Getting serious now.
What is going on here?

I just need you to take a break.

I’m taking a break right now, aren’t I?

What happened, Wayne? You lost first to ThaCBT, and then you lost to Obo, thrice. Do you remember how you felt that night you lost to Obo? Because I felt it too… I felt your growing bitterness for wrestling; I felt your growing tire. I know that pain you keep, that dull never-ending pain you hide from your wife. I know it, because I’ve felt it, and you feel it now, and that in turn, makes me feel it again.

Look, I appreciate you’re concern, but I’ll be fine.

Why, because you have the aid of a tag team partner?

That’s one thing; I’ve got my best friend with me, that’s another.

You can have Vanessa out there with you and it wouldn’t make a damn difference.

What are you trying to say to me; that I shouldn’t do the match?

I’m not telling you not to, I just want you to take it easy. What happens when you come to a point in a match when you need your partner and he can’t do shit, because he is physically and mentally broken down?

Whatever happens I can trust Kurt.

I’m not talking about Kurt. Now this is the kast thing I'm going to say, you keep up what you do, the way you do it, you will lose everything you've fought so hard to have.

I'm not saying not to wrestle, but God's sake son, take it easy. You're comfortable now.

Frank turned the knob and opened the door partially.

Go,
Frank nodded.
Get some rest.

This where I’ll be staying?

Yeah,
Reaching into his pockets.
It’s your own piece of heaven.

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To Be Continued...

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