[WM] 37.3: Tom Petty Lyrics (Into The Great Wide Open)
Into the great wide open
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open
A rebel without a clue
One thing immortality’s given me a perspective on is youth...and at fifty two years old, I was a very young, very foolish man. Hell, I’m still a young fool compared to the likes of my comrades in eternity...Tasha, Mike, Ruairi, some of the demons that work in Rian’s and my local PFN chapter, and about a half a dozen more I could name and waste my fair share of space.
Anyway, I’m getting off track...when I came back to LA after the initial foofooraw of the Uprising, I wasn’t planning on fighting any battles or blazing any trails. That’s not the way history is made, people never plan to become heroes in the eyes of others. I mean, after all...people aren’t heroes. They’re just folks. And that’s me, that’s what I’ve always been.
I wanted my kids. State wouldn’t give ‘em to me. So I fought. I wasn’t thinking about my people...any of them. I was a father being separated from his kids...a widower losing the last piece of his wife he had left to hold onto. I was bucking the system, obviously...fighting for what was mine...but I honestly had no idea it would be such a big deal.
State of California removed my Null children from my custody because I was an undead parent. I fought it...and State vs. Jackson not only set major precedents for child welfare cases, but it also acted as a factor in reworking the legal definition of death to accommodate the vampire community.
The media turned me into a folk hero that day...a goddamn Paul Bunyan for the Uprising age. It still gets passed around in the schools...the Uprising Five, the holy five-way fricking alliance that brought the Paranormal community to the surface. Me, Jake Lawrence, Mike Hunter, Calpurnia Howe, and Batista Skal. Vampire, Psychic, Lycanthrope, Null, and Demon.
The world lauds us as heroes and innovators, but the truth of it is? We’re nothing of the sort. Public appearances and just general life circumstance have turned those other four folks into some of my dearest friends and family, and I’ll tell you right now that there ain’t a one of us that’s unique in any way, shape, or form.
We’re all fallible, human fools...we had drives, dreams, problems, and pain, and all we did is deal with it. Sure, maybe we got big mouths and too much time on our hands, but that’s about it.
Rebel fools is what we are, not heroes...those are made by history. They’re not born or forged in hardship...they’re lifted up by the scribes and deified in oral tradition.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that at the end of the day? Legendary heroes aren’t born, or made.
Like any good comic book character...they’re fabricated.
Muse: Artie Jackson
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 474
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open
A rebel without a clue
One thing immortality’s given me a perspective on is youth...and at fifty two years old, I was a very young, very foolish man. Hell, I’m still a young fool compared to the likes of my comrades in eternity...Tasha, Mike, Ruairi, some of the demons that work in Rian’s and my local PFN chapter, and about a half a dozen more I could name and waste my fair share of space.
Anyway, I’m getting off track...when I came back to LA after the initial foofooraw of the Uprising, I wasn’t planning on fighting any battles or blazing any trails. That’s not the way history is made, people never plan to become heroes in the eyes of others. I mean, after all...people aren’t heroes. They’re just folks. And that’s me, that’s what I’ve always been.
I wanted my kids. State wouldn’t give ‘em to me. So I fought. I wasn’t thinking about my people...any of them. I was a father being separated from his kids...a widower losing the last piece of his wife he had left to hold onto. I was bucking the system, obviously...fighting for what was mine...but I honestly had no idea it would be such a big deal.
State of California removed my Null children from my custody because I was an undead parent. I fought it...and State vs. Jackson not only set major precedents for child welfare cases, but it also acted as a factor in reworking the legal definition of death to accommodate the vampire community.
The media turned me into a folk hero that day...a goddamn Paul Bunyan for the Uprising age. It still gets passed around in the schools...the Uprising Five, the holy five-way fricking alliance that brought the Paranormal community to the surface. Me, Jake Lawrence, Mike Hunter, Calpurnia Howe, and Batista Skal. Vampire, Psychic, Lycanthrope, Null, and Demon.
The world lauds us as heroes and innovators, but the truth of it is? We’re nothing of the sort. Public appearances and just general life circumstance have turned those other four folks into some of my dearest friends and family, and I’ll tell you right now that there ain’t a one of us that’s unique in any way, shape, or form.
We’re all fallible, human fools...we had drives, dreams, problems, and pain, and all we did is deal with it. Sure, maybe we got big mouths and too much time on our hands, but that’s about it.
Rebel fools is what we are, not heroes...those are made by history. They’re not born or forged in hardship...they’re lifted up by the scribes and deified in oral tradition.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that at the end of the day? Legendary heroes aren’t born, or made.
Like any good comic book character...they’re fabricated.
Muse: Artie Jackson
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 474