Fear: Yourself
3 Years ago
“My
son…It is with deep sorrow that I leave this message…
Please
understand that none of this is what I had intended…
Not
for you…”-Letter
Farrell walks alone down an alleyway.
He is pushed from behind.
He turns around to find two men threatening him
He lowers his brow
“There
ain’t nothing for you here, freak”-Man 2
Farrell pushes one of the two men back.
“What
the hell is your problem?”-Farrell
“I
wish I could say that my choices had been made for me…
But
the choice was mine alone. I must leave you here…and for that I am truly
sorry.” –Letter
Farrell allows himself to be hit by one of the men falling backwards
into a wall
“I
know sometimes it seem like it, but, the people of this town…are not evil
people…Not all of them.
There
is something about you...that will stop them from accepting you…”-Letter
Farrell stands in the rainy alleyway arguing with the two men.
“You
think you belong here? You think anybody wants you and yours around?”-Man
“I
was born here! This is my town too! This is my home!”-Farrell
“Well
maybe you should find a new one...you freak!”-Man 2
“And although it is with no fault
of your own...
They will hate you because they fear
you…never knowing why.
And sometimes…you may even fear
yourself, my son…”-Letter
One of the men pulls a gun, and suddenly a glowing golden clock face
appears hovering in front of Farrell’s chest with hands spinning at a blur as
his eyes glow the same color, and a look of terror on his face.
The gunman is immediately
elbowed across the forehead sending him whirling backwards, as the second man
looks on in fear as Farrell bares his teeth with a roar. The second man falls
to the ground terrified and crawling backwards. As Farrell sees this his face
changes to terror once again as he looks at his left hand.
“I
knew you were a freak…I just knew it...”-Man 2
Farrell looks at his hand with a worried look.
Fade out
[Present day.]
Farrell walks into his house
“Ma?!...Ma!…”-Farrell
Farrell finds his mother on the floor and his house in shambles as
terror fills his heart.
He bursts into the hospital holding his mother yelling for help.
The doctors take her on a stretcher.
We see him from the back with his head down watching her wheeled
away.
He sits with his back to a rain soaked window with a worried yet
angered look on his face.
He lowers his head to think.
“I
told you to stay away from my daughter, boy. Told you, you weren’t right for
her.”-Girl’s father.
He looks up enraged
“Did
you do this?!...”-Farrell
Farrell grabs the man and slams the him against the glass behind him
cracking it
“Did
you send people after my mother?!”-Farrell
Farrell lifts him off the ground by his shirt
“They
were looking for you! I’ve got to protect my kin!
You
know that! You’d do the same!”-Girl’s father.
“Protect
her from who?! Me?! I’m in love with her! I’m no threat to her!
And
if you gave a damn about her wishes you’d see that she’s of a similar mind. But
you don’t care about that do you?”-Farrell
Farrell drops him on the bench he himself was on.
Farrell starts to walk away
“No…I
don’t care…Not one bit. You’ll never be like us. You can dress a wolf in the
finest sheepskin but that don’t change a damn thing. You’re a jobless bad boy
from a broken home. You’re nobody.”-Girl’s father.
Farrell stops
“You
know what? You’re right…I’ll never be one of you. But with all due dwindling
respect, sir? That’s suits me just fine”-Farrell
Farrell continues to walk away
An emergency siren bellows from outside the hospital
“No…”-Farrell
Farrell runs outside to see his city on fire.
A window with TV’s beside him all showing the monster.
“But
it is what makes you different that they fear. They believe power itself to be
inherently evil…
and
so they paint you the same. But one day you will prove them wrong.
One
day they will need you as they needed me.
Because
the devil always comes…He merely changes faces.”-Letter
Farrell stands outside and looks down at his chest where he had seen
the glowing clock face before. He faces the city, and finds a way to summon it
again.
Farrell starts to run toward the destruction at an immense speed
“With
all my love…”-Letter
To
be continued
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