Post by hunter garrett wright on Mar 15, 2013 22:39:03 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] HUNTER G. WRIGHT TWENTY THREE | HETEROSEXUAL| MECHANIC | LOCAL | LIAM HEMSWORTH THE NEWS REPORT [comes to a close up of a woman's face, she appears grim with the appearance that her hope for humanity has shattered. her speech about the dog finding his way home is over and the smile is gone as she reads over the teleprompter with a saddened expression] switching over to more local news, forty year old, calvin bacon, a beloved town resident, was found dead in his two story home today and his thirty three year old wife and two children were found alive in the basement. no arrests have been made but efforts are underway. police believe that it was gang related and that calvin may have owed money. [a long pause as she seals her lips for a moment, shaking her head] a tragic day. he could already feel the sweat on his palms begin to seep through the pores, the remote in his hand started to slip until it fell through the once tight grasp and hit the floor with a thud. his eyes were wide while he frantically reached for the phone that was buried in his pocket, did you hear!? what the fuck did you guys do!?" he shouted into the reciever, speaking to a loyal friend, "he owed us hunt, it's our job.". the color in his hand was fading away as the pressure used to hold the phone was strong, b-but..you killed him!, he shouted, a statement that was met with silence before a dial tone was heard and hunter's phone threw across the room, the trajectory path taking it to the adjacent wall and shattering. he stared back at the screen where a video, live feed, was being shown of the butcher shop that mr. bacon owed and ran, a place that hunter often went to for his own cooked meat to feed himself, as it was only just him at twenty one years old. reaching for his keys, hunter trudged through the living room and opened the door only to be met with three police officers. a fight or flight instinct kicked in and hunter made the attempt for an escape, rushing through three rooms until he hit the back door which was pulled open and he bolted into the darkness. he was thankful for the black shirt that he was wearing that helped him blend into the shadows but hopping the fences and dodging pets was not something that he was prepared for. the male had never been part of a sport's team though his long limbs would have made for an excelling basketball player, but those times were too late for him. he could hear the shouts of the men behind him, yelling at him to stop and something about the illegality of his actions but hunter did what he knew best, he ran. six year old version of himself was sitting in his favorite chair in the living room of the small apartment that his family rented out. his mother was standing in the kitchen with him, hunter could never actually recall the words that she spoke to him but he answered with small sentences, having had a small learning disability when he was younger. he tossed a noodle onto the ground and was scolded with a stern no and a finger wag to him but he repeated the process until the food was taken away from him and set on the counter, out of reach. hopping off his little chair, his short legs carried him to the area where the bowl was, apologizing to his mother and requesting, as nicely as he could, to return his food to him. she made him promise that he would eat like a big boy and hunter replied with an honest yes and returned back to his seat where he waited with anticipation for the bowl to be placed in front of him. a kiss to the top of his head was given but his mother jumped back to the door swinging open. he yelled at the men to get out, feeling like he was the man of the house but they requested to see his stepfather and hunter really had no answer. his step father was mysterious but he was caring, hunter knew that his stepfather loved him because of all the hard work he put into their relationship. they were close but these men appeared nothing like his stepfather and it caused his mother pushed some chairs as a blockade, banging up the floor as the metal hit the tile, and told hunter to run. being as small as he was, he was able to weave through the spaces that blocked himself from the front door and he did not look back, hunter just ran. the flood back caused hunter to falter in his steps and he ended up crashing to the ground. scrambling to get back up, he found his jeans were snagged on a piece of the wire fencing and he was stuck with the police closing in on him. never having been one to think on his feet, the fact that he ran was obviously not going to be in his favor and add another charge to the invalid two that would come; breaking and entering and man slaughter. he had no notion, no clue, as to why he was being targeted as his fingerprints should not be anywhere near the crime scene but here he was, being pinned down and handcuffed like a common criminal, like his own father. having been running for almost fifteen minutes, glancing behind him every so often, hunter found himself in an unfamiliar part of town. his mother always veered away from this side but his curiosity got the better of him and he ventured further in to the darker side of the small maine town. moving down an alleyway, he heard a voice that sounded familiar as hunter had been in contact with his real father, a man that seemed to be lost in the direction of where he should go in life. he rarely visited but hunter knew his name, face and voice and what he witnessed had his hands reaching up to cover his mouth. being a six year old boy, hunter, much like the old version of himself, was not able to filter his comments or his actions. he acted on impulse and reaching for his father's shirt, he tugged on it until the male turned around. the male had the appearance of his father but the dark eyes that met his were not his sire's. "daddy?" he asked calmly, giving the shirt another tug which had his father drop the hold on the victim's throat, hunter's eyes started to flood with tears and his father bent down and wiped them away, before an open palm hit came to his cheek. wincing as though that memory was fresh, hunter was pulled off the ground and read his rights, which would not be helping him in this case. he wondered if his three friends were suffering the same fate, if they were given the same rights or just shot in the head for the horrible crime that they committed. dragging him into it, hunter would have been the one to end their own lives at this point as he was forced to walk to the police car and shoved into the backseat. it was obvious that the police officers were disgusted by the actions as this town was full of secrets but this one did not belong to him, he was being framed but hunter was confident that no amount of pleading would have him released of the crime that he did not commit. "not bad hunt." replied his father who was currently holding up his fists to the nine year old boy who did not get the honor of wearing gloves. he winced to the punch that was laid into his already marked cheek, the skin black, "i don't want to do this anymore dad.." replied the exhausted nine year old but he was forced to lay his own punches, only tall enough to reach his father's stomach which felt like iron against his meek muscles. every punch was just another painful experience and it left his father was no damage. "two more hunter." and another punch was given, "you got to know how to fight boy." and another punch. anger began to fill him and hunter finished his last two punches, the second one causing his knuckles to crack and the boy to cry out in pain THE NEWS REPORT [breathless with a mirroring smile that came with the dog story, the woman straightened her papers on her desk before speaking] we just got word of the suspect being brought into custody. a twenty one year old student by the name of ...hunter garrett wright will most likely be charged for the murder of calvin bacon, our beloved butcher. [the screen goes blank to show the live feed of hunter being led up the steps, police officers and civilians staring at him with hardened glares as he hides his face, turning his head down to stare at the ground before the door shuts behind him and the police officers step in front of it, ironically attempting to guard the privacy of the accused male.] there you have it. trials should be held somewhere around next week.. hunter’s trial did not come the next week as the evidence was still being gathered. he was held in the county jail for a week and then under house arrest for another week. two weeks of opinions to be held against him, two weeks of his friendships to change and his status in the town to be blacklisted—and it happened all in two weeks. the days in jail were exactly as he thought that they would be, dirty, impersonal and hunter was already being treated like a criminal. they interviewed him a number of times, trying to gather more information about where he was and who could couch for him but this was the downside of being a loner, he had no alibi. INTERVIEW, okay hunter, is is okay if we call you that?, a woman, kind looking in her appearance but her tone showed that she could switch the coin and be your worst nightmare, something that hunter was already having and did not intend to add to the vivid images. “pretty boy is what i’ve called here, so i will answer to that too” as he had been a piece of meat from the second that he had been transported from the town jail to the country jailhouse where real murderers, rapists, actual convicted felons were being held as a punishment and then there was hunter, who was not yet guilty and yet, even was starting to believe that he was. that’s not really appropriate so we will stick to hunter. do you know what this is..”, a baggy was placed on the table and on closer inspection, hunter recognized the gun instantly for the initials on the handle. it was the tester gun, the one that the gang that he was affiliated with would give during the initiation. instinct told him to shake his head and he listened to the robotic action, uncrossing his arms and flicking the bag across the table to slide in front of the woman, “it’s a gun.” which was half true, but his prints were on this gun and that is why he was sitting at this table, shackled and being treated as though he was dangerous. ”is it yours? she asks, hunter again shook his head because it technically did not belong to him, it belonged to the gang. it was not meant to ever be anyone’s, “nope.” he said with a harsh tone, annoyed that he was being accused due to the one piece of evidence in front of him, “is there anything else with my prints on it?” he asked casually, leaning in a little closer to be face to face, eye level, with the woman, ”not yet, but there will be.” which had brows dropping, furrowing together. he was aware that the mirror that he turned to look at was two sided, he had seen enough movies to know that at least four or five people were standing there and he was confident in the notion that they were all looking at him with the same expression. “you really think I did it?” he asked, turning his head to slowly look to the woman, his tone was mono, but stern and he just got a nod in return. ”your trial is in three days.” she said before standing up and walking out of the room. moments later, an escort came to return him to the cell, walking rows of barred doors where he was cat called until he reached his own and greeted his cellmate with a nod of his head in respect and moved to his bed to lay down, wanting to sleep for three days. ”just go get the wallet in his pocket.”, hot breath rushing into his ear and causing the thirteen year old hunter to cringe away from his father. the hand on his shoulder was meant to be guiding and comforting as hunter stood in his spot and nodded to his father, stepping closer to the man that passed by him. with a small stubble, the small body collided with the male’s and he apologized quickly but while doing so, hunter’s smaller hand reached into the male’s back pocket and picked his wallet clean without snagging it on the ends of the pocket. the male accepted his apology and walked away with a smile on his face, obviously enjoying the warm day while hunter skidded back into the alley and handed the wallet off to the awaiting hands of his father who gave him a quick hug, “knew there was potential for you..” replied his sire before patting his head and moving away from his son to evaluate the goods that came inside of the stolen item. a sense of pride washed over hunter as he watched his father walk off, and hunter followed soon, nipping at his heels and heading back to the run-down apartment whose door was hidden in the shadows of the alley that the father and son frequented. LAST TRIAL, you are being accused of the following; murder, manslaughter, breaking and enter, possession of a weapon while on parole, and assault. read the judge and hunter, seated behind the table with what felt like the entire down behind him, winced, how do you plea? replied the woman and hunter, with some difficulty, was forced onto his feet and replied with conviction in his voice, “not guilty m’am.”. the trial lasted for three hours, and in it, the male was forced to be confronted by family members and friends of the deceased, face the wife and the children but that was the kicker because when they were forced to take the stand, they did not recgoonize his voice, his name or his face. hope began to shine in the courthouse on that day and hunter was dropped of the charges but gave no names to who could very well be the accused—he still had loyalty after all. "peter, this is my son, hunter.", the fifteen year old boy looked to the elderly man with a quizzical stare but said nothing, as he was taught. robotic in his actions, he stayed silent until he was personally addressed and it was just for his age, "fifteen." and a half, almost. he was on the cusp of being sixteen, which would be the first big crime that hunter would commit. "he could fit in with the others, but he has to prove himself jer." which was met with a nod and a look to hunter who was staring back at his father with a blank expression. he had the true workings of a killer, cold and calculated, even at a young age, he was bred for it, raised by it and was ultimately given that fate. what the boy did not count on was his father abandoning him, and soon after being arrested and convicted on enough charges to be put away for life, leaving his son to fend to fend for himself. "go on, go...play" replied his father and hunter just nodded, running off the join the three or four boys that he would grow up with, spare with, and stand beside until the day came that they turned their back to him. "did you give them our names!?" yelled the leader of the four boys, which hunter shook his head and pushed the male back, wanting his own personal space after having been surrounded by people for the past two weeks. he was tired of answering questions and really just wanted to lay down and sleep for another two weeks. "no i'm not a fucking idiot." he replied, crossing his arms while leaning back in the chair that he had been forced into. "so why are there police sniffing around the hang out?", having no answer, he received a hit to his face which just caused hunter to spit a wad of blood out and look to his leader, "beats me, you didn't cover your tracks well. you left a fucking gun at the scene!" which still did not explain why they chose him, but then it all made sense as the days progressed. he was the only prints that had a record to match which hunter actually got to see while he was being questioned. he was shocked by how much investigation they had on him but they were during his minor days as he had gained intelligence and sleuth as he progressed in age. THE POLICE REPORT it's a rather large folder for how many times he has been investigated but the crimes that he has committed and caught were in his minor days. - attempted robbery - assault with a bottle - D.U.I/under age drinking - assault with a lead pipe - battery of a woman (which hunter did not do but he took the blame for his friend under the oath of loyalty) - a 2nd D.U.I - intoxication in public - noise complaint - resist to arrest (three times) when seeing his crimes written out, they did not seem like much but the folder, the paperwork that went into it was quite extensive and the only thing that the male could say was, "lot of research on me. you know the color of my underwear too?" "benjie dropped the gun in fright." replied the male to hunter pointing out the flaw mistake, the mistake that had him hated among the people of the town, "no shit." he replied before shaking his head and standing up, breaking the orders of his leader. he reached for the male's shirt, gripping it tightly in his hands and shoved benjamin against the nearest wall, not once but twice, watching his pupils dilate for a moment, "you son of a fucking bitch.", meaning the words as hunter had met his mother and she was a piece of work, much like her own son. "what did i do!?" replied the male but a smirk was on his face, "you did on purpose, didn't you!?" he screamed because hunter had been the one to pass the gun off to the newest recruits, his prints were the freshest, "no, never", was the reply but hunter slammed the boy back into the wall, a darkness taking over his eyes, hellbent on seeing the light leave his victims. but the moment died away as he was pulled off, "you framed me! you did that on purpose, you mother fucker!" wanting to throw a fist but having his arms restrained by the two mutual friends. "should not have chickened out on us then.." he replied breathlessly, blinking a few times to be sure that his vision was singular before hunter narrowed his eyes and went to lunge for the male, only to be hit with a blunt object and the consciousness was knocked out of him. (TRIGGER WARNING) THE INITIATION just do it, she won't know it's you., hunter, seventeen years old was sitting in a bedroom at a party with a lump growing in his throat. initiation was beginning, they were to be induced into the gang and were meant to test their grit. this was something that hunter did not have the stomach for because all he could think about was his own mother while he watched the blindfolded, half naked girl squirming on the mattress, begging to be released. he was allowed to opt out, but he had to watch and that was just as bad for him. his eyes continued to close, squeezing shut to mentally escape the room as two out of the five of them actually did the act. his head was turning and his hands were gripping the chair with labored breathing, "man you okay?" replied his friend, patting him on the back but hunter quickly turned on him, pushing his stunned friend away and trying to walk out of the room. two pairs of hands were on him in a flash, pulling him away from the door and pinning him to the wall. the voices taunted him, pulling him back into his childhood days where his father would bring home girls, some willing and some not, and all he could hear was moans and screams. he wondered if this was how his mother felt, putting the saint into the shoes of the girl who had been an innocent bystander, flirting with paul and trying to get a lay for the night. hunter had no idea what this night was about, he had assumed that the party excuse was meant for them to just get drunk and pass out on the lawn but this was far worse. as the screams continued, muffled by fabric and lips, hunter's head continued to turn left and right as he repeated the word, "no" as though he was the victim. the second initation was not something that hunter could opt out of. he chose not to violate the girl, the one that he ended up draping her clothes over as they all piled out of the room, the one that he whispered how sorry he was and that he did not touch her because he felt that needed to be known, but he had to do this act. the young male was pushed into the circle and hunter stared at him with a blank expression, confused but not showing it. the moment that came was when he watched someone lay a fist into the helpless boy's face and hunter realized what he was meant to do. it was not a woman, the boy was probably innocent but at least he could defend himself in some way, an idea that was instilled into his head while being trained was that woman were weak and they could not fight for themselves. "come on hunt, go for it.", forced to take the necessary steps to being a true member of this gang, hunter pushed his fist into the boys nose and heard the deafening yelp that came from the boys lips. it felt good, it felt right, he felt as though this was what he was always meant to do and he laid another and then another until the boy was on the ground begging for his life. hunter is not sure what happened to him, he had done his part and showed that he could easily be a fighter which would be his position, even up to the present. the third was a shooting range. the gun was handed to hunter and he stared at it for a moment. his father had one just like this in the bedroom that he did not dare enter even without his father actually being there. he recalled the rounds of hits that he got for stepping three feet into the room and he had never stepped out of line after that. he was meant to shoot a deer, a large amount of them in a forest to test his aim. a deer was not a human, a deer was a rat with hooves and he took his aim. the smallest deer was his target, it seemed to have a limp which would make it an easier target and possibly put it out it's misery. raising the gun, he waited for the right moment before releasing the bullet and watching the animals scamper off due to the loud noise that came with the trigger being pulled. "you are so not a shooter.." replied to the lead male, pulling the gun from hunter's hand which had not felt right in the first place and moving onto the next. hunter's eyes scanned the field before finding the limping deer with a hole in it's leg, still moving and breathing and hunter let out a sigh of relief; it was obvious that he was not a killer. even now, hunter is granted the right to be a fighter in the gang that his father had been brought into. it's a legacy that hunter keeps going regardless of what he is said behind his back. due to the cool nature of the town toward him, still believing that he is a murderer, rapist, a psycho that needs to be locked away, hunter has taken to being on his own. he ignores the words said behind his back and would rather hear them face to face but many people are afraid of his reaction. he does have the workings of a killer though because hunter has a soft spot for humans, though he does not let that be known at all. he's jaded and cold by the negative light that has been shining on him for two years. he is able to walk the streets but many people know his name and what he was convicted, and equated, of. highly independent, even his own gang is not truly trusted or relied on due to the betrayal of his own childhood friends. his mother is naturally gone, his father incarcerated and hunter had no one to turn to but himself. not having a proper education, making it to finish his high school years before the gang life took over, hunter is a mechanic at the local shop. he's a behind the scenes guy, fixing the cars but not really dealing with the customers. he is accosomted to people approaching him, trying to see if he was really a killer but looking into his eyes but all they will find is the shell of a man. he feels nothing anymore, numb from head to toe but the end of his life will come naturally, and hunter assumes that it will be by a bullet or a knife and when that day comes, he will welcome it with open arms. he is not suicidal, but he does have the moments of darker thoughts but they pass with ease and he is left with a judgement look upon you while everyone has already passed judgement on him. THE SECRET , he lied to the judge. he had been there that night, he had been on the porch with the boys waiting for the lock to be picked but at the last second, a moment of truth rang through him and he fled, making up an excuse to depart which left his friends bitter and they framed him for an act that he did not committ, but would have. BEHIND THE MASK ERIN | TWENTY| EASTERN | AD | TALIA MOLLY KEALEY lena's old app has my sample |
