Post by Peter Vaughn on Oct 15, 2019 8:58:53 GMT -6
*The image shows a dark, closed-off room. The sounds of shots landing on flesh can be heard. We go around the corner to the back of the room, where we can see a man hanging from a rope. A person is standing over him, holding what looks to be a cane of some sort. The swing comes through once more, hammering into the ribs of the hanging man. He groans, and from the groan, we can tell it's Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn.*
Peter Vaughn - Please... no more...
*The person steps back, staring down at Vaughn. She speaks, talking down towards The Janitor.*
Woman - You think you've had enough? You don't want anymore?
Peter Vaughn - Please...
Woman - You should have thought of that before you got addicted, Mr. Vaughn. You should have thought of that before you decided a winning streak was more important than your health.
*Vaughn sags forward, obviously hurting. The woman steps in closer, getting into the light. She's instantly recognizable: Gwyneth Paltrow, famous actress and major vitamin & supplement supporter.*
Woman - You wanted to be like us. One of the perfect people. One of the winners. Well, you've made it, Mr. Vaughn. And now your body must pay the price.
Peter Vaughn - No.... Nooooooo....
*Gwyneth Paltrow rears back to swing again... and Vaughn suddenly wakes up, shooting upwards in his bed, sweating.*
Peter Vaughn - Oh my god...
*Vaughn lays back, breathing heavily from the nightmare. He looks to his side, where a bottle of multi-vitamins is sitting. He grabs the bottle, looking at it, before chucking it across the room. It slams into the wall, cracking open. Vitamins go everywhere. Vaughn puts his head in his hands, shaking.*
Peter Vaughn - No more... I need... I need to call Mary... I need help...
*Vaughn searches around on his nightstand, then underneath, finding the cell phone where it fell last night. He takes a look at it, noting the low battery power, then takes note that he's received multiple messages from the GCWA. He brings them up, reading through them.*
Peter Vaughn - Ed Houston? Now I have to fight Ed? But... he helped me last week...
*Vaughn slumps on the edge of the bed, thinking things through. He's had a great run as of late, with wins over The Lost Soul and The Incredible One. It's the first time Vaughn has felt like a success since Outsiders, and he doesn't want it to end. But to continue on the course he's on, anything could happen. Vaughn slowly gets up out of the bed and walks to where he threw the bottle.*
Peter Vaughn - Ed's so great. People have talked about him being a future World Champion. He's too good. Maybe... just once more...
*Vaughn starts picking up the fallen vitamins, holding them in his hands. But after a second, Vaughn tosses them away, shuddering. He reaches for his phone again, sending a message to Mary. The response is quick, setting up a meeting in two hours at Zoli's NY Pizza
. Vaughn sighs, then goes to get ready... looking back over his shoulders at the vitamins one more time.*
~Two Hours Later~
*Mary is seen sitting at the restaurant, waiting patiently. She's already ordered two pizzas: a supreme pizza for her, a pepperoni & mushroom for Peter. The pizzas arrive, but Peter does not. She gets on her phone, calling him.*
Mary - Peter? It's Mary. I'm here. The food's here. Give me a call. I'm here to help.
*She finishes up leaving the message, then helps herself to a piece of her pizza. She's been here before, in her work with those dealing with addiction. While Peter Vaughn's troubles are... unique... she still wants to be there to help him. Unfortunately, she can only help those who want help.*
*We cut to outside a Walgreen's drug store. Peter Vaughn can be seen, sneaking out of the store, a brown bag in his hands. He walks away down the street, trying not to look at anyone. As he gets on the bus, the camera stops following, fading out.*