Sprawled on the floor of his own Dojo, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, Silver tries to get his unwilling lungs to breath again. They burn and refuse to move from the force of the blow shocking them out of rhythm, he tries to breath but it's just painful gasps. He squints through blurry eyes, his head spinning and pounding, only able to see shapes and shadows and a loud ringing in his ears. He had never felt so humiliated, not only had he been defeated Infront of everyone, his own students and his rivals but in his own Dojo and by Daniel using the Quicksilver method. His actual personal fighting method against him.
Silver feels something being thrown at him, but it was something soft, then another and another. It takes him a while to process what's actually happening as his vision gradually gains focus. It was the Cobra Kai t-shirts his students wore. They were leaving, no longer wanting to be part of Cobra Kai, no longer wanting him as their Sensei. He began to feel knots in his stomach, he'd lost everything now. His Dojo, his job, his students, the prospect of him leaving behind a legacy, and possibly even his freedom once the police arrived. He had been so confident, so certain of everything and now for the time being everything was lost.
He woke up with a gasp, sat bolt up right he looked around and gave a sigh of relief, then wiped his sweat drenched, long white hair out of his eyes. Terry wasn't unfamiliar with nightmares, he experienced them most nights but it was after that night in his Dojo that his nightmares of Vietnam were replaced by dreams of that day. He never would have thought he'd feel relief to find himself still locked up in his cell but he did. He swore to himself under his breath, hating the fact that even after all this time that day was still taunting his dreams. Silver felt his stomach start to swim with feelings of uncertainty, as he realised today was the day he was released, today he was going home.
Carrying a small bag with his few meager possessions he was escorted to the main prison gates. Silver felt unbelievably overwhelmed as the gates were locked behind him. He was free, he closed his eyes and savered the feeling of the cool outdoor breeze blowing on his skin. When he was first arrested he doubted that he would never feel that breeze again, but one of the benefits of his huge inheritance was that he was able to afford the best lawyers around that were able to get him off with a lighter sentence.
It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he fully realised just how alone he was. During his time in prison, the amount of inmates who came and went and all of them excitedly talked about some beautiful girl meeting them at the gates when they were released. Silver had noone, no family, no wife, not even a girlfriend to meet him. He used to feel comfort in being alone, it meant less people to hurt him and less people for him worry about. But in this moment the loneliness bothered him, there was nothing for him on the outside, he was yet again going home to an empty house.
Silver stared up at his huge home, he'd never realized before just how big his house was, it made him feel overwhelmed, all this space just for him to live in alone after spending all that time locked in one single room. Entering his house, he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, closed his eyes and sighed. The sound of the door shutting gave a chilling echo around the large, empty house.
It was then that Terry started to feel uneasy. He had been attacked in his own home by Danny boy and his mates, on his own turf, the one place in a person's life that should be a safe sanctuary. His home suddenly didn't feel so safe anymore. They had violated the sanctity of his home. There was so many rooms in his house, so many places they could hide in again. Too many possible entrances they could use to gain access inside his house. Atleast when he was in prison once those doors locked for lights out he knew that noone was getting in while he was asleep. What if they attacked again? What if he was asleep this time? Chozen or Mike could sneak in and murder him in his sleep to get revenge.
Silver hit the door with his fist with frustration, his intellect had always been a curse for Silver, constantly thinking, overthinking alot of the time, evaluating all aspects, angles and possibilities. Always trying to be one step ahead and guess what everyone's next move was. But this time he couldn't, he hadn't the faintest idea what Daniel would do next. He wasn't even sure if Daniel would even show himself. He didn't know whether Daniel would come after him again or whether his prison time was seen as fair revenge. He just could not predict If anything would happen to him and that made him nervous.
Terry stormed into his luxurious lounge and walked up to his drinks cabinet and leaned on it with both hands, his head lowered and sighed before frantically pouring himself a large drink out his crystal decanter and swallowed it in one gulp before quickly pouring another. This was going to be a long first night.