Wednesday, November 23, 2005

The Rage Cage part 4 Ravage: (flashes his talons) You want a piece of this too, bub? ???: In a manner of speaking... yes. I do. Ravage: o.0 .... You got some kind of twisted death wish or somethin’, pal? ???: Perhaps I should introduce myself. Derrick Dukes. I’m part of an underground fighting ring that holds matches in the city. I came here to scout out a promising young fighter I’d been hearing about. But after you slammed his ass into the concrete, my attentions were drawn elsewhere. Ravage: Save it, doc. (turns away) I know where this is goin’ and I ain’t buyin’. Derrick: Suit yourself. I’ll let you know where you can find me when you change you mind. Ravage: (looks back) What makes you think I’m gonna change my mind, jackass? Derrick: You love to fight. I can tell; I’ve been around fighters all my life. Even the sick and twisted sadists like yourself. Ravage: (grins) Tryin’ to sweet talk me, eh? Derrick: I can give you fights. I can give you throngs of people who’ll cheer your name and yet tremble at the sight of you. And I can give you one more thing that no-one else can. Ravage: What’s that? Derrick: I’m sure someone in your situation would like to keep their dealings.... discreet? We pay to keep all knowledge of what goes on in our ring or whoever does it from reaching the streets. Ravage: Heh. First rule of “fight club”, huh? Derrick: Exactly. People talk too much. And when they talk too much, the man gets suspicious. So then he comes in wanting to run things his way and you end up losing money. It’s bad for business. Think about it. A little secret place where you can play as rough as you like and no-one would know. Ravage: Sounds tempting.... but no. Derrick: (shrugs) Have it your way. (flicks a card at him) Ravage: (picks it up, it reads, “65 Harrison St.”) Heh! You got serious balls, you know that? Trying to make a deal with a monster like me. Derrick: It’s how I get the big bucks. It’s how I got to where I am today. Ravage: Yeah. You’re really moving up in the world. Derrick: (starts to walk away, but turns around) Oh, and one more thing. (looks over his shades) Remember,... durian is the king of all fruits. (dissappears into the shadows) Ravage: ...... (under his breath) Yeah, whatever. 2:00 am --Artukei and Aisha’s room-- Aisha: (wakes up) Nya? (sees Justin’s gone, frowns) Oh no. (touches his pillow) It’s cold. (the bathroom door opens) Aisha: Nya? (looks and sees...) Justin: (in his shorts) You’re awake? Aisha: Where’d you go? Justin: Couldn’t sleep. So I just took a little jog. Aisha: *sigh* I was scared there for a second. Justin: (sits on the bed) Why? Aisha: .... The way you’ve been acting lately, I’d thought you’d gone off and done something crazy. Justin: Nah. I’m feeling a lot better actually. Aisha: Really? Justin: .... Yeah. Aisha: (smiles) I’m glad. (lays back down) Justin: Told’ya there was nothing to worry about. (looks down, kicks the torn shirt and bloodstained sweats under the bed)

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