Post by Fear on Mar 8, 2012 19:32:11 GMT -5
The scene opens to Fear sitting in a dark rrom somewhere backstage. The fade comes to an end and you can see him clearly.
Fear - "Today is the biggest day in UWA history. Tonight marks the date of the first ever Triple X pay per view event. But that's not all today's date marks. As many of you have probably figured out, my parents are dead. They died when I was a teenager and at that time I would do anything to get them back. All i wanted was them back. But deep down inside no matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I knew that would never happen, they were gone. There was no way I could do anything about it. I remember shortly after they had died I went for a jog in the rain. I was very interested in studying things then and I had been recently been studying ombrophobia, the fear of rain. I always wanted to know how people with the mental disorder felt so I would go out and experience their fears.
After a short while of jogging, I past an ally way which was about fifteen blocks from my house. As I past the creaky, damp, dark ally I saw something that still to this day haunts me. There was a beautiful girl, dressed so attractivly. She had denim on her legs, and a simply t-shirt with coat over it on top. Her face was amazing. She had perfect, flowing brown and blonde hair. Breath taking. As I unwilling stared at her, out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow creep by. It came and swept around the girl and then aproched he closely. Finally the shadow emerged, it was a man. No, it was a couple of men.
They circled her, sniffed her, laughed at her and grabed her. They were vile, discusting human beings and I knew what they had in their mind. I was blinded by the lust. My old friend, lust. They continued to stalk her every move, like a lion hovering over a half dead prey. They began to hit her, and as they did I started to walk toward them. Angry, I clenched my fist. One of them withdrew a blade from his pocket, he whipped it and as if with out any thought, thrusted it into the girls abdomen. She screamed, even her voice, even in a cry for help was beautiful. I started to run, now just across the street from them. She fell to the ground and the one with the blade unbuckled his belt. There was no way in my right mind I was going to let that happen. I shouted to them, "leave her alone you pigs!".
The man turned to me, his friend who was holding the helpless girl down, ran when I aproached them. The man stood tall to me, with the knife in his hand. He taunted me, turning the knife in my direction. He charged at me. I dodged the strike, grabbed his knife and punched him in his mouth. Then without emotion I STABBED the rugged man right in the throat. A rewarding, warm shower of blood sprayed out of his vains and onto my cold, wet face.
It was beautiful, I'd never felt such a rush! That was the first time i ever got to experience the amazing feeling of cold steel cutting through warm flesh. I helped the girl up. She looked scared. I expected a thank you, or maybe even a kiss for I had saved her. I was her hero. But no, she did neither. She screamed at me. She screamed in my face. Like I was the monster, as if I was the one doing wrong. I saw a look in her face. A look of discust, anger, anxeity, FEAR. She ran from me and I walked back home. The watered down blood dripped down my face and neck and fell off at the end of my chin.
When I got back home I went straight to bed. I thought of the things I'd done, and the feelings I'd felt at that moment. And right then and there, I knew... I wanted more. I, NEEDED more."
The scene fades.
Fear - "Today is the biggest day in UWA history. Tonight marks the date of the first ever Triple X pay per view event. But that's not all today's date marks. As many of you have probably figured out, my parents are dead. They died when I was a teenager and at that time I would do anything to get them back. All i wanted was them back. But deep down inside no matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I knew that would never happen, they were gone. There was no way I could do anything about it. I remember shortly after they had died I went for a jog in the rain. I was very interested in studying things then and I had been recently been studying ombrophobia, the fear of rain. I always wanted to know how people with the mental disorder felt so I would go out and experience their fears.
After a short while of jogging, I past an ally way which was about fifteen blocks from my house. As I past the creaky, damp, dark ally I saw something that still to this day haunts me. There was a beautiful girl, dressed so attractivly. She had denim on her legs, and a simply t-shirt with coat over it on top. Her face was amazing. She had perfect, flowing brown and blonde hair. Breath taking. As I unwilling stared at her, out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow creep by. It came and swept around the girl and then aproched he closely. Finally the shadow emerged, it was a man. No, it was a couple of men.
They circled her, sniffed her, laughed at her and grabed her. They were vile, discusting human beings and I knew what they had in their mind. I was blinded by the lust. My old friend, lust. They continued to stalk her every move, like a lion hovering over a half dead prey. They began to hit her, and as they did I started to walk toward them. Angry, I clenched my fist. One of them withdrew a blade from his pocket, he whipped it and as if with out any thought, thrusted it into the girls abdomen. She screamed, even her voice, even in a cry for help was beautiful. I started to run, now just across the street from them. She fell to the ground and the one with the blade unbuckled his belt. There was no way in my right mind I was going to let that happen. I shouted to them, "leave her alone you pigs!".
The man turned to me, his friend who was holding the helpless girl down, ran when I aproached them. The man stood tall to me, with the knife in his hand. He taunted me, turning the knife in my direction. He charged at me. I dodged the strike, grabbed his knife and punched him in his mouth. Then without emotion I STABBED the rugged man right in the throat. A rewarding, warm shower of blood sprayed out of his vains and onto my cold, wet face.
It was beautiful, I'd never felt such a rush! That was the first time i ever got to experience the amazing feeling of cold steel cutting through warm flesh. I helped the girl up. She looked scared. I expected a thank you, or maybe even a kiss for I had saved her. I was her hero. But no, she did neither. She screamed at me. She screamed in my face. Like I was the monster, as if I was the one doing wrong. I saw a look in her face. A look of discust, anger, anxeity, FEAR. She ran from me and I walked back home. The watered down blood dripped down my face and neck and fell off at the end of my chin.
When I got back home I went straight to bed. I thought of the things I'd done, and the feelings I'd felt at that moment. And right then and there, I knew... I wanted more. I, NEEDED more."
The scene fades.
