The Story of the "Freak." Ryan Reeves.

**Burnt Leaf** Sat Dec 08, 2012 5:41 pm

There are many names that we call Ryan Reeves to this day. Powerhouse. Monster. Baldy. Skinhead. Glutton. Philosopher. Hungry. And most comically.... Target. Because each and every day, he seems to get shot for some reason. But there is the story as to where it all began for Reeves. Just where exactly did Reeves come from? Why is he such a brute? And what exactly happened to his tooth?

Reeves was born into the sin capital of the world. Fitting for such a brute. Las Vegas, Nevada. Reeves was a street rat. He was the biggest kid in his area. He was tough. Being born on the streets of Las Vegas will do that to you. Reeves was thrown in the trash. The only way he made it was by eating scraps from an old man that also lived on the streets. Homeless people come and go, however, and this old man only lived long enough to see Reeves become able to walk and talk. When he got older, he was begging for change, very little, so he could eat. And in a world where money and food is everything and you live alone... It is what defines you. Reeves's story is no Oliver Twist tale. Reeves grew up by doing hard, criminal work. He was a lone wolf. And quite the lone wolf at that. He would beat the living hell out of other kids and mugging others. The one thing Reeves wanted was not family. It was not a house. But it was merely to survive. Now, this is not to say that Reeves is heartless. But he has a heart of iron. And an unbending will. Reeves didn't grow up without scars. He has been stabbed, beaten, slashed... But the inferno inside of those hard, grey eyes has never died. Reeves was growing into quite the young adult. He was feared and respected by everyone across the strip of Las Vegas that he called home. He was 16 years old when he came across his "best friend." A few years older than Reeves was Kahn. A guy from around the neighborhood. Hailing from the Netherlands. He was charismatic. Tough. Smart. A mental basket case. And there Kahn was, getting a beat down from about 7 guys. Kahn, of course, fighting back. But these 7 men were overwhelming. Reeves, for whatever reason, fought these 7 men with this man he would later know to be Kahn. Then all of a sudden, these two guys became an unstoppable force and beat the living crap out of these 7 men attacking Kahn. 5 years later, Kahn and Reeves formed a chapter of a biker gang. This chapter included 6 officers. Reeves, Kahn, Damien White, Alex Caid, Redd, and Siggard. Damien White was a middle aged man. Commonly thought to be going through a mid-life crisis. He was a librarian and fell into a biker gang, he was a coward, but he was smart, and he would become famous amongst his living friends for what he did in his final moments. Caid was you average run of the mill guy. He did what was necessary. Think of him as when the group cahnts "YEAH! THE GROUP!" He would be the guy that would say "Yeah.... The group..." quietly. Redd was an akward guy to say the least. He was fast, he was strong. But he was weird, and nobody ever knew who he really was. Hell, he didn't even know it himself. Siggard was a very Viking-esque guy. He came to America with Kahn from the Netherlands. He was tough, he was intimidating, but most of all, he helped the group when they were in need. He was also an angry drunk. And if he got a hold of some booze, he would fly into a rage and break shit. These boys formed what was known as "The Guardians." And, ironically, the chapter they were a part of lived in a small town three to four hours outisde of Las Vegas was named "Hopeville." And Kahn had a little problem that was not mentioned before... He had multiple personalities. One of which was a charismatic master mind, the other was just a brute who normally hurt people, and the final one he liked to call "Gru." "Gru" was insane and wild. If someone were to even ask if he wanted something to drink while he was in this state, he would cover him in gasoline and set him on fire without a word. And, whenever he would return to one of his different personas, he wouldn''t remember a thing of what he had done as Gru. One day, the owner and mechanic of the chapter, Wyatt Tessaro, was mysteriously killed. And his nephew, Andy Tessaro, had shown the group what had happened. This drew into a looong investigation. Caid went to Vegas, thinking that one of the other gangs, being "The Geists" could help, for this could be a threat to more than just the Hopeville chapter. Gru went to Reno, the home of The Geist's headquarters. The rest of the group watched over Hopeville. They protected it, fixed things, and even spoke to the rest of the gang, trying to keep everyone settled. Caid went to a strip club before going back home, but that was the last time Caid was ever seen. Nobody knows what happened to him. Kahn reverted into his "Gru" persona unexpectedly, and blew up the Geist HQ on a whim. First Caid was missing, and the eists were pissed. It lead to an all out war, even to the point where some of the Hopeville prospects were Geist members. Damien ended up in the middle of a desert, and walked all the way from the middle of the Mojave back to Hopeville. Redd disapeared after doing recon on the Geists. Then all of a sudden, Scratchy, a prospect of the gang, grabbed out a shotgun and shot at Reeves when his back was turned in the club house. It was an armed man versus Reeves. Then, to balance things out, SIggard arrived, and tried to fight off Scratchy. Reeves tried to collect himself as he searched for a weapon, all the while in a large amount of pain due to the shotgun blast glancing his right shoulder. Kahn arrived, almost reverting into his Gru state. Killing off Scratchy, whom was trying to kill Siggard. Then, with an automatic rifle, came another prospect. With a mask held onto by a string. It was almost a blood bath. Then, Damien burst into the door, missing a foot and a hand. Yelling about pink elephants, as if he had gone insane. He clutched onto a thick grimoire with his intact hand. Then jumped on the masked prospect from behind. All of a sudden, the mask breaks... Revealing it was Andy Tessaro. Tessaro's brains were bashed in as Damien brutalized the body without a second thought. Afterwards, bleeding out and dying due to his severed body parts. Then there were 3. A few traitorous prospects got on their bikes outside, and drifted out into the Mojave. The surviving 3 men went after them. At one point, it was so dark, the group couldn't even see their hands if they were in front of their faces. Then they saw the brilliant glow of Las Vegas out in the distance. Siggard went out to look for the prospects, as he though he heard the engine of a motorcycle. Reeves and Kahn were staring off the edge of a dune. Little did Reeves know, Kahn was being taken over by his Gru state. Reeves made the poorest decision of his life. He asked, "So, what happens to th-" BANG! BANG! BANG! "Gru had shot Reeves in the back 3 times with a revolver, then drove off, molotov cocktails in hand. Siggard, hearing the shots in the distance, sped towards his friends, only to find Reeves writhing in agony. "Who did this to you?!" Reeves could only reply with a scream. Siggard rushed Reeves to the hospital in Vegas. Kahn found what he was looking for though... Traitors. He started chucking molotovs at his enemies. All the while setting himself on fire, slowly and unwittingly. He would be fighting off traitors until his entire body was on fire, then died in a fit of insane laughing. Burning to ash... A few years later, Caid and Redd were still missing. All that was left was Siggard and Reeves. Reeves only had one friend, and only one man did he trust. Siggard. One day, as Reeves was able to move without aid, he became at rest. He felt as if his time as a criminal was over. Siggard felt the same way. And as they looked across the Mojave from what was formerly their club, now a home, they had a conversation. "Siggard. You are my only friend now. You are a fighter of much esteem and power. I am glad to see that i it were only two people to make it through this ordeal, that it was us." Siggard laughed heartily. "Take pride, Ryan, for we have a long life ahead of us. Soon enough, we can turn this house into a bar. Maybe make a living that way. It can be fun. Maybe we can grab a few women and settle down. Get out of this life." Reeves looked over to the Mojave again. "Yeah, I'd like that." And as they sat down on their roof, the usual hang out spot, Reeves saw something in the distance. It looked weird. It was a man. A man in a... Gasmask? And he was wearing a lot of body armor, too. All of a sudden, he pulled out a weapon, and just when Reeves noticed what it was, it was too late. It was a rocket launcher. The two men didn't have any weapons. "SIGGARD! RUN! NOW!" Soggard reacted immediatley, and the two men jumped off of their two story building into a tumble onto the ground. BOOM! The clubhouse exploded and had burst into flames. They ran, and before you know it... The 7 Hour War began. Reeves and Siggard didn't know what was going on. They were split up. They didn't know what was happening until... Darkness. Now, fast forwarding a few years later, Reeves does not know where Siggard is, they were split up when everything happened. Reeves is in a lab. The Combine are injecting him with experimental materials. Unused on humans before. Those that would make them stronger. They worked. And once the Combine were done with him, they did what ever anyone would try to do with trash. They tried to throw him out. They beat him first. His body was toned, and well structured. He was fed well, but always had a desire to eat more food. Whether it was from when he was a kid, in need of food, or from one of the drugs. He did not know. First, the CP who would later be known as "Dragon" cut out Reeves's left pre-molar. Then he was beaten profusely with stun sticks from multiple CP units. However, what hey did not know is that the drugs injected within Reeves gave him abnormal endurance and massive strength. But he played a game with these CPs. Once they threw him outside so they could hang him up over the catwalks, he would escape. And his plan worked. He escaped. And ran into the Slums. All that was left behind by Reeves's escape was a beaten and bruised CP. One near death and almost succumbed to his wounds from what had happened. Of course, Reeves lived as a citizen at first, malnourished, weak, and starving. Then he somehow had gotten himself intertwined in the story of Danokente Sithi, as an ally. Then he was taken in as a test subject. Being fed every day, whilst being injected with an astronomical amount of drugs. Now, he wanders the Slums. Merely doing what he knows best. Surviving. Not trusting The Resistance. But willing to trade with them for food. Being shot by those who dislike him. And all he has as friends are X-Ray, Sima Yi, And Danokente Sithi.

This is the story of Ryan Reeves. All he has for possessions is a gun with no ammo, food that is always disapearing due to his insatiable appetite. And finally, two pictures. A picture of him at the gym with the prospects, and a picture of what he was in the gang. Something to remember to keep his sanity in this awful world.