Post by Michael "Thunder" Knight on Jul 31, 2007 22:56:20 GMT -5
Michael couldn’t be too certain as to what was wrong with Robert, but he did have some idea that it probably had something to do with his wife. Everything had been going fine that night until Michael decided to bring up what he had said about his wife. Michael may have been a little drunk, but he certainly noticed that something changed in Robert when he brought it up. In that moment, the Robert that Michael had talked to, the Robert he had seen before was gone. He was almost always smiling, his eyes always bright with happiness.
But Michael saw something completely different after he asked happened to Robert’s wife. He could safely safe that he had no really been scared since childhood, but what he saw certainly did frighten him. What he saw could in no way be considered the man that he had had become good friends with. He found no compassion in the eyes that stared at him. All he saw the eyes of some creature (he couldn’t even bring himself to consider that what he saw was even human at this point) that was only driven by the pain and suffering. It was almost as if the man he knew had ripped off a mask and now we were seeing his true form, like something out of some horrible alien invader move. And although that was the only thing Michael could compare it to at that point, it could not match the fear that he was feeling at this point. No horror movie, no ghost story could truly conjure up what he was seeing. Michael was practically ready to be hit by this monster after he had apparently pushed him a little (who was he kidding? A lot is more like it) or the edge with his innocent question. A flash of light, a reflecting surface appeared out of the corner of his eye. What was it? A mirror? A knife? He couldn’t be sure, but he knew whatever it was would be used against him in a horrible manner. He turned his head, not wanting to see what was about to happen. Robert’s voice drew him back.
It was gone. That look; whatever was in his hands. Both had disappeared into thin air like some cheap David Copperfield magic trick. Now you see a the look of a man ready to kill you and then I say the magic words and POOF! it’s gone!
Michael heard him say he had to go, but the rest of the words just came out as an incomprehensible mumbled mess. But whatever excuse Robert had for leaving didn’t mean anything at all to Michael. At this point, he was just glad to be away from Robert. For the first time ever, he felt that his life was in danger. The Robert he knew wouldn’t have laid a finger on not only Michael, but no one else, but Michael now wasn’t so about all that. Now he was wondering if there’s more than meets the eye.
After what had happened earlier, Michael really didn’t feel like staying in this bar much longer. In fact, that whole situation was making him feeling so uncomfortable that he was perfectly fine with just going to into bed and sleeping, something (possibly the only thing) that would get his mind off what just happened to him. But he had a bad feeling that sleep would not be coming very easy tonight.
He finished his beer, not really enjoying too much, but he just couldn’t leave with beer left in front of him. The driver took home not too long after, and soon he was back in his home, the home that was now void of any emotion since he ended his relationship with Stacy.
But now, for the first time since that happened, Michael didn’t want to be alone. Maybe it’s the fact that when you realize someone you trusted could have nearly killed you until he had a change of heart moments before a knife when straight through your jugular, you really don’t feel like being alone. But he didn’t dare pick up the phone and call her. That was one book that was closed forever even if he wanted to pick it up for another read.
It seemed as if he was laying in bed for an endless amount of time before he finally drifted off to sleep. All he could think about was what had happened to him earlier in the night. This even took his mind completely away from his match against Kevin Hardaway for the Tapout Title. Suddenly, a hunk of gold stuck onto a leather belt didn’t really seem that important when you’re friend could actually be a monster. But that’s what happens when you see that there is more than meets the eye…
[/left]But Michael saw something completely different after he asked happened to Robert’s wife. He could safely safe that he had no really been scared since childhood, but what he saw certainly did frighten him. What he saw could in no way be considered the man that he had had become good friends with. He found no compassion in the eyes that stared at him. All he saw the eyes of some creature (he couldn’t even bring himself to consider that what he saw was even human at this point) that was only driven by the pain and suffering. It was almost as if the man he knew had ripped off a mask and now we were seeing his true form, like something out of some horrible alien invader move. And although that was the only thing Michael could compare it to at that point, it could not match the fear that he was feeling at this point. No horror movie, no ghost story could truly conjure up what he was seeing. Michael was practically ready to be hit by this monster after he had apparently pushed him a little (who was he kidding? A lot is more like it) or the edge with his innocent question. A flash of light, a reflecting surface appeared out of the corner of his eye. What was it? A mirror? A knife? He couldn’t be sure, but he knew whatever it was would be used against him in a horrible manner. He turned his head, not wanting to see what was about to happen. Robert’s voice drew him back.
It was gone. That look; whatever was in his hands. Both had disappeared into thin air like some cheap David Copperfield magic trick. Now you see a the look of a man ready to kill you and then I say the magic words and POOF! it’s gone!
Michael heard him say he had to go, but the rest of the words just came out as an incomprehensible mumbled mess. But whatever excuse Robert had for leaving didn’t mean anything at all to Michael. At this point, he was just glad to be away from Robert. For the first time ever, he felt that his life was in danger. The Robert he knew wouldn’t have laid a finger on not only Michael, but no one else, but Michael now wasn’t so about all that. Now he was wondering if there’s more than meets the eye.
After what had happened earlier, Michael really didn’t feel like staying in this bar much longer. In fact, that whole situation was making him feeling so uncomfortable that he was perfectly fine with just going to into bed and sleeping, something (possibly the only thing) that would get his mind off what just happened to him. But he had a bad feeling that sleep would not be coming very easy tonight.
He finished his beer, not really enjoying too much, but he just couldn’t leave with beer left in front of him. The driver took home not too long after, and soon he was back in his home, the home that was now void of any emotion since he ended his relationship with Stacy.
But now, for the first time since that happened, Michael didn’t want to be alone. Maybe it’s the fact that when you realize someone you trusted could have nearly killed you until he had a change of heart moments before a knife when straight through your jugular, you really don’t feel like being alone. But he didn’t dare pick up the phone and call her. That was one book that was closed forever even if he wanted to pick it up for another read.
It seemed as if he was laying in bed for an endless amount of time before he finally drifted off to sleep. All he could think about was what had happened to him earlier in the night. This even took his mind completely away from his match against Kevin Hardaway for the Tapout Title. Suddenly, a hunk of gold stuck onto a leather belt didn’t really seem that important when you’re friend could actually be a monster. But that’s what happens when you see that there is more than meets the eye…