Leviathan; Beginnings

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This story will be alittle graphic at times. Please bear that in mind...and now onto the story.
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2011
Theres a goddamn rat in my cup of coffee. Only fitting, it has sat there since last....octob...wait....novemb--well you get the bloody idea. My timelines are screwed, but I still remember....I had a job, a wife that loved me, and a shitty project house...It was'nt much...but I was happy. And now? I'm stuck in this roach infested "pay by the hour" motel... My name is Maxwell Castle and this is how it started.

7:00 AM. Two years to the Day 2009.

Maxwell Castle awakes on a monday morning, he's late and his scraggley peach fuzz beard is not helping matters. Rushing to the bathroom, he quickly shaves and showers...afterwards coming out to kiss his gorgeous wife on the cheek before leaving. "Love you" He says smiling. "Forever, babe" she mumbles back in her sleep before rolling over. With a raggedy monkey suit on, he gets in his 1500 dollar car, the heinz 57 machine barely sputters out of his driveway and onto the road. He's had the thing since he was 17, and he's 30 now.

His parents recent deaths only add to the amount of frustration and weight boiling on his shoulders. No time for such stress though, he's got to make this look good...his office job is barely making ends meet and to further fan the flames..he's got a presentation today.Maxwell finally makes his way to his work place...The elevator out of order, leaves Max no choice but to walk up stairs to his top floor job. Finally he reaches the top, only to discover theres a spot or stain on the sleeve of his suit jacket.

"Surely they won't notice" he thinks.

Knock Knock

Maxwell beats at the door to the board room anxiously.

"Come in" A portly african american woman groans.

"Sorry, traffick was heavy this morning, Barbara.." Max replies as he takes his seat and sets his briefcase beside his chair. Giving a genuine apathetic look of disapproval, Barbara, his boss, shakes her head. "Don't let it happen again, Castle." The boss replies sharply. "Now where were we?" she continues."Well" The promising buisnessman at the head of the table replies..."I believe we were discussing why I should invest here.."

"Good question! I believe Mr. Castle will be able to answer that!" Luke, Maxwell's best friend replies. "Kill em, Max" Luke leans over and whispers into his ear as he gets up to set his briefcase up on the table. "We here at CompINC strive to give the very best in computer parts and products..."

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Leviathan; Beginnings

2011
Theres a goddamn rat in my cup of coffee. Only fitting, it has sat there since last....octob...wait....novemb--well you get the bloody idea.
My timelines are screwed, but I still remember....I had a job, a wife that loved me, and a shitty project house...It was'nt much...but I was happy. And now? I'm stuck in this roach infested "pay by the hour" motels... My name is Maxwell Castle and this is how it started.

7:00 AM. Two years to the Day 2009.

Maxwell Castle awakes on a monday morning, he's late and his scraggley peach fuzz beard is not helping matters. Rushing to the bathroom, he quickly shaves and showers...afterwards coming out to kiss his gorgeous wife on the cheek before leaving. "Love you" He says smiling. "Forever, babe" she mumbles back in her sleep before rolling over. With a raggedy monkey suit on, he gets in his 1500 dollar car, the heinz 57 machine barely sputters out of his driveway and onto the road. He's had the thing since he was 17, and he's 30 now.

His parents recent deaths only add to the amount of frustration and weight boiling on his shoulders. No time for such stress though, he's got to make this look good...his office job is barely making ends meet and to further fan the flames..he's got a presentation today.Maxwell finally makes his way to his work place...The elevator out of order, leaves Max no choice but to walk up stairs to his top floor job. Finally he reaches the top, only to discover theres a spot or stain on the sleeve of his suit jacket.

"Surely they won't notice" he thinks.

Knock Knock

Maxwell beats at the door to the board room anxiously.

"Come in" A portly african american woman groans.

"Sorry, traffick was heavy this morning, Barbara.." Max replies as he takes his seat and sets his briefcase beside his chair. Giving a genuine apathetic look of disapproval, Barbara, his boss, shakes her head. "Don't let it happen again, Castle." The boss replies sharply. "Now where were we?" she continues."Well" The promising buisnessman at the head of the table replies..."I believe we were discussing why I should invest here.."

"Good question! I believe Mr. Castle will be able to answer that!" Luke, Maxwell's best friend replies. "Kill em, Max" Luke leans over and whispers into his ear as he gets up to set his briefcase up on the table. "We here at CompINC strive to give the very best in computer parts and products..."

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An hour later and things are looking up, the proposed investor seems interested and shakes hands with everyone. As he leaves, he takes the boss by her hand and all the bullshit washes off his face, a look of disapointment coats his once joyful genuinely interested expression. He whispers something in the bosses ear and takes his leave. Later that day, at his computer, his boss greets him with her usual scowl. "You blew it, asswipe."


For but a moment, his eyes drift from her to a notification on his email.."Wait, what!?" he says in shock.

"Yeah, apparently Mr. Johnson does not care for the stain on your suit. As such he is not going to invest with a company whose clientele put him and his projects in a negative light".

"What do you mean...."

"You're fired. Pack your shit and clear your computer history. I don't want the next guy in here to find your tiny white dick porn".

Without a job, he grudgedly returns home to more bad news. That email notification was his wife...she's pregnant. 9 months later, after begging and stealing from her parents to feed themselves...Maxwell Jr is born.


A sit down is required between the couple. Max can't find a job and Sarah his wife is not in any shape to take one after just having a baby. Besides that, her parents have moved and cut off contact to them to prevent them from any more mooching. Without a choice in the matter, Max seeks out the biggest loan shark in town...They called him Vinny Vicious for his over the top violent ways.

Regardless, Max agrees to take out a large sum of money loan.

Things are great and the family is finally at peace...for one year.

2010.

Max leaves Sarah and the baby alone for that one morning,
He may have a lead on a job...

An Hour later...Maxwell returns to find Vinny standing over his family. Inside their home, Vinny and two goons armed to the teeth with firearms, various hollow tip and incendiary bullets.

As Max opens the door, he sees Vin pushing his wife up against a wall...

BANG BANG

The bullet tears into his wife's flesh. Hitting dead between the eyes, her limp body falls to the ground in a puddle of her own blood.


The baby screams a final gutteral goodbye as Maxwell rushes to find the toddler choked to death.


"NO!! I SAID I WOULD HAVE THE MONEY THIS WEEK!!"

With tears welling in his eyes, he falls to his knees...
"why?" he whispers to them at loss for words.

Running towards one of the goons he manages to take away the goons gun in a rush of adrenaline.

"Heh, keep it as a souvenir." Vinny smiles as he begins to walk towards the door with his two henchmen, back turned to a hysterical Maxwell with a gun in his hand.

BANG

He aims and shoots at Vin..and just as bad luck before...he misses by the length of a single strand of hair.

Spinning on his heels, Vinny turns back around. Pulling his own guns out of his holster.

"That aint how you shoot, Max"

Bang

The once finally happy family has been shattered...but is it all lost?

To be continued...

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