6-12-14.
9:06:06 PM


Night had fallen.


Frodo stood beside Black and Wish. Hunter stood a bit in the distance....Frodo chuckled lightly to himself, knowing the entire scenario was nothing more than a joke to him.


The wind? Chilly. The sky? Dark. But the scenery isn't what mattered. It was the figure that stood amongst it.


"...Hi."

A voice rang out. Frodo arched an eyebrow....it was a voice that he'd begun to become accustom to. But it had a slight, nearly-unnoticeable difference to it....he turned to find the figure it belonged to.













Frodo furrowed both of his brows, and chuckled. "Who the fuck are you supposed tah be? Ya look like a dead guy to me."

The figure smirked, shaking his head.... "You could say that."

Frodo seemed as if he were about to speak again, but the figure cut him off-- "It's really funny isn't it? .....It's a joke. That's all it is to you, right?" The figure let out a chuckle, a quick, sudden one, bordering on a snarl. "We're talking lives here, Young FroYo. We're talking HUMAN LIVES...." The figure slowly crept forth, leaning Frodo closer to the headstone.

"....But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Being a Hobbit, born many, many moons ago, on the distant planet of Whogivesaratzass? FroYo," The figure gazed down at the soil, soft and wet from a recent rain storm. He placed his tongue against the inside of his cheek... "We all make mistakes. Madness. It drives us all, moments come, moments go, in those MOMENTS..." he lifted his gaze, eyes locked with Frodo "....we say things we regret. We do things we KNOW we shouldn't, with consequences that sometimes? We can't handle.

"I should know."

Hunter seemed as if he knew the man...But the look on his face displayed an expression, as if he knew something had changed. He tilted his head to the side......smiling. As if he'd seen the guy for the first time. A new light.

"Take it from me. I'm a man of many past mistakes. Many consequences. Many broken paths. Many..." The figure leaned in closer, Frodo nearing the grave, looking as if he could fall at any second... "...MANY, burnt bridges.

"The difference between people like me? People like Callaway....." he glanced toward the grave...a solemn expression taking over for a second "....people like Miss Thraxx...." ....He then returned his sight to Frodo, eyes once again burning with fury, the two men now standing nose to nose, ".......the difference between people like us, and people like you? Is that, after the smoke clears, after the dust has settled, when the madness subsides and we're left in the silence of it all?........we realize our mistakes. We admit to them, and if we have the power? We correct them. We redeem ourselves. ....People like you?"

The figure stood toe to toe with Frodo. He chuckled, "People like you don't admit. Because you know it would reveal the truth, your truth, the truth that you too are human. Sure, you'll admit to a few blunders, sexual activities, a few houses set ablaze, but WHEN IT REALLY MATTERS?......when you make a mistake you regret? You know, a mistake that doesn't tickle your funny bone?"

The figure leaned in, breathing down Frodo's neck, mouth inches from his ear, and he whispered..... "...it's as if it never happened..."

The figure moved back a step. "But people like me, people like Ally-cat......we do our best to make up for the past. All of those burnt bridges, if we can, we turn around, and make our ammends....."

He turned to Hunter....and nodded. Hunter returned the gesture, pounding his fist against his heart....The figure returned to Frodo. "So, you must ask yourself, Mr. Fagginz. Are you afraid? Are you afraid of the fire? Or do you embrace it? Because, trust me......it comes for us all. One of these days, FroYo, the flame will come for you as well. One of these days, you will make a mistake. And it'll be you that feels the burn.

"Be prepared."

With those two words, the figure quickly, and without warning, leaned in one step too close, sending Frodo collapsing backward upon the grave, dust flying into the air.

He looked up.

And the figure was gone. Hunter smiled.....chuckling to himself. He shook his head, and walked away....leaving John Black slapping his knee, and busting out laughing. Tommy merely scratched behind his ear, a small smirk displayed, as the scene faded to smoke.