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Subject: Fear...........So Aptly Named........ Author: Ferguson [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:56:01 01/04/02 Fri A white flash gleams almost through the burning eyes of one Sean Ferguson as he stares toward the glass doors of the HWA Arena. Security leans into him, reminding him that his presence isn't welcome as Friday Night's festivities ensue. Another flash bulb cracks as another magazine moment is made and another Ferguson-subjected headline is written. The space between his eyebrows tightens as the inner-ends of his eyebrows point upwards, and the corners of his mouth droop. Any semblance of a peaceful, sane, and happy man seep out of his sad face as a fan of the HWA taunts him. The life of a washout tugs at his jacket sleeve, waiting for Sean to take notice. To take hold of the days to come. To submit. One last push againt the group of security poses no threat to Jenkins's brood and Sean turns toward his car. Security returns to the inside, as the faces of a few of them linger in Sean's direction, searching for the collegue and friend they once knew. The pale moon illuminates the lot as Sean walks under the shadow of a lamp post. The key fights it's way in the lock and turns after some force. A car down the road drives through a small puddle, creating ripples in the water as Sean's semi-frozen door cracks open. Colored light shines through the windows of the building as Bronx Bomber's entrance is made. Stale coffee stinks the air in the car. He rubs his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. Sean looks down and notices an envelope under his windshield wiper. He looks around to see anyone that might have left it, and looks at the front. The scene fades on three simple words. NO MORE SECRETS [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]