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| Topic Started: Feb 11 2009, 06:30 PM (59 Views) | |
| frisco | Feb 11 2009, 06:30 PM Post #1 |
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 It was cold. The forcast for the day was calm and cold with a slight breeze: the perfect weather for a funeral. A small group had gathered at the Holy Family cemetery in White Plains. Frisco had always said he wanted to be buried in New York—his home town. The Hammer never once gave a clue as to where he wanted his remains entombed at. Candace made what appeared a reasonable guess. He hated the city, but New York was where they had met and where they had lived for the past five years. She felt rural White Plains was a good compromise. Frisco still had New York, the Hammer had the country, and Candace had her memories. Father Cunningham, the Priest at Holy Family, didn’t appear effected much by the chill. He held the bible firmly in his hands as his voice was clear and strong enough to be heard by all in attendance. The crowd was fairly small for a dual funeral. There was a small contingent of former IWA people and several long time back stage acquaintances and that was about it. The IWA was represented by Kid Crazy, his longtime girlfriend Chloe Summers and A.Warren. Darnell Jackson, Jim Baker and Joe Navaro had made the trip for the broadcast crew. The Hilton family was present, his mother Cookie and sisters Cherrie and Ester and brother Steve Hilton lined up at the right side of the casket. Candace and Devil—the two widows—stood alone at the left. Twelve people showed up to bury two. “Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes.” As Father Cunningham started the funeral Candace couldn’t help but notice the flashing lights from the news media. The Asian beauty had left instructions with the cemetery that she wanted the proceedings to be a private affair, but outside of locking the cast iron gates that lead to the cemetery there was little they could do to keep the paparazzi away. Candace closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip in anger as the press blasted the scene with their cameras. She could hear a few of them screaming questions to her as she did her best to shut them out. Devil squeezed her hand, whispering for her to be strong as the ceremony continued. She never felt so alone.  “I still not believe it.” Candace folded her hands on her lap, dropping her chin to her chest as she studied the glass in front of her. Devil filled the cup with sake, then slid it towards her friend. Matsumoto poured another glass for herself, resting the bottle on the table as she tapped the glasses together. “To the dead.” Candace nodded. “So what happens now?” Matsumoto took a long drink from her glass. She rested it on the table, dropping her chin to the palm of her hand as she stared off into space. “I not know. No answer for this…” “What happens to Reiko? She barely even saw Frisk…” Devil raised her hand. Candace cut her question mid sentence. “Too much thinking. I just want get drunk tonight. Not worry about it…” Candace raised an eyebrow, furrowing her brow as she appeared ready to say something, but wisely opted not too. Maybe Devil had the right strategy tonight; booze was as good of a solution as any. Candace had always been the one who organized everything. She was the one with the strategy for anything that came along, but she never made a back up plan for her husband getting killed so unexpectedly. She had always expected to be the first one to die. She would much prefer that to the prospect of going on alone. Candace and the Hammer had so many plans made for the future—children, an early retirement and the financial means to enjoy them both. The two had put aside a nice little nest egg for the day when they would no longer compete in the ring, but the plan never called for one of them to die. Now what the fuck was she supposed to do? The Asian beauty took a long drink from her sake. She hoped it would cloud her mind, but the way that was reeling tonight it seemed highly unlikely. “fuck prick!” Candace glanced up at the Devil just as she whipped her glass across the room. A loud thud resonated through the kitchen. A cloud of sake and glass shards exploded from the kitchen wall. The impact was loud enough to wake Reiko—who began to howl from the upstairs bedroom. “Tomoko…” The Devil ran her hands over her eyes. A smear of mascara slid down her cheek as the enigmatic one bolted from the table and ran out of the room. Candace had seem every emotion possible from her friend over the years, save one. The Devil absolutely refused to ever allow anyone to see her cry. She viewed it as a weakness, and the Devil was never weak. Candace’s first reaction was to go after her friend, but that thought went as she took another sip of sake. Devil wanted to be alone now and she did as well. She knew in ten minutes Reiko would cry herself back to sleep. By that time she would be starting on her third glass.  It was ten at night. The rain that had been falling for the past three hours had turned to a mist. The driver of the car glanced between his GPS and the printed Mapquest directions. He knew he would find the house eventually, but never realized it would be in such a remote location. Mapquest had become useless about ten miles ago, but the soothing voice of the GPS was able to get him where he wanted to go. He pulled his Cadillac to the side of the road. He didn’t want to show up at the house unannounced, but the calls he had been placing all afternoon had not been answered. He reached down for the briefcase on the passenger side seat. The mailbox was 184 Carver road written in bold black text. He had the right house. Now all he had to do was work up the courage to make his move. |
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