Post by nealdurden on May 16, 2020 13:15:53 GMT -6
“You knew this day would come… and you’ve dread it from the moment you realized it…”
The scene opens up inside a darkened cabin somewhere in the woods. There are noises coming from everywhere: cracking wood, rustling leaves outside, then the distinctive click of a lighter. Suddenly there’s light in this empty space, there’s a chair and a table and a man that sits calmly on the chair next to the table. The light is not enough to distinguish who the man is; but that doesn’t seem to bother him as he continues talking.
“I hope you missed me. I hope you missed the notion of knowing yourself vulnerable. The helplessness of knowing you’re gonna be confronted with THAT you didn’t want to confront yourself with. I hope you couldn’t sleep at night, searching for my name… knowing full well that whenever I wanted… I could pop back up, just as I did.”
The man plays with the lighter, for seconds you can see the face. Those deep blue eyes of his, that ominous smile. He knows he’s talking to someone who knows full well to whom this voice belongs and didn’t mind not hearing it anymore. The silence after his words just make them more vague… then… there’s laughter.
“You command an army of monsters, of volatile performers, of rebels and anarchists. You command rodents and businessmen… birds and vipers. You must feel invulnerable; you must feel like you have the world at the snap of your fingers. Dangerous people respond to your every command. You want them in your office and you have them there. You can control what they do with twenty four hours of their lives… you can take opportunities away just because you woke up with a feeling… but you know full well you cannot and will not… control ME.
“I might be a part of YOUR roster, but I’m not a part of YOUR plans. I don’t respond to you… I just want to be close. Grace… let us dance.”
After that, the lights go out and the place goes back to silence and darkness.
The scene opens up inside a darkened cabin somewhere in the woods. There are noises coming from everywhere: cracking wood, rustling leaves outside, then the distinctive click of a lighter. Suddenly there’s light in this empty space, there’s a chair and a table and a man that sits calmly on the chair next to the table. The light is not enough to distinguish who the man is; but that doesn’t seem to bother him as he continues talking.
“I hope you missed me. I hope you missed the notion of knowing yourself vulnerable. The helplessness of knowing you’re gonna be confronted with THAT you didn’t want to confront yourself with. I hope you couldn’t sleep at night, searching for my name… knowing full well that whenever I wanted… I could pop back up, just as I did.”
The man plays with the lighter, for seconds you can see the face. Those deep blue eyes of his, that ominous smile. He knows he’s talking to someone who knows full well to whom this voice belongs and didn’t mind not hearing it anymore. The silence after his words just make them more vague… then… there’s laughter.
“You command an army of monsters, of volatile performers, of rebels and anarchists. You command rodents and businessmen… birds and vipers. You must feel invulnerable; you must feel like you have the world at the snap of your fingers. Dangerous people respond to your every command. You want them in your office and you have them there. You can control what they do with twenty four hours of their lives… you can take opportunities away just because you woke up with a feeling… but you know full well you cannot and will not… control ME.
“I might be a part of YOUR roster, but I’m not a part of YOUR plans. I don’t respond to you… I just want to be close. Grace… let us dance.”
After that, the lights go out and the place goes back to silence and darkness.