Post by Maniac on Nov 27, 2010 15:32:12 GMT -6
{ The night air is still in the grave yard. Not a noise can be heard anywhere... Save the noise of a shovel hitting dirt and dirt hitting the ground. The grave we closed on earlier has now been opened, the stone knocked over and a man's head and shoulders well above ground. The man of course, is Maniac. }
"I've been having visions lately... Not visions of the future, but of the past. My past. The things that made me what I am..."[/color]
{ He raises the shovel up high and thrusts it down with all his might into the ground, stepping on the the head of the shovel he drives it down deeper and scoops up another load. }
"Some would call my visions a subconscious admission of guilt. That's not how I see them. I see them as a reminder of who I am. What I must do. And why. I see my visions as a justification for the way I view this world. How do I view the world you ask?"[/color]
{ The shovel hits the ground again only this time he looks over his shoulder at us. His dark eyes piercing the night like a wolf or an owl, the light making them almost luminescent. }
"Everything must burn."[/color]
{ He carries on with his work. }
"There was a point, a single moment in time when I thought I could put it all behind me. I thought I could finally walk away from this. I thought it was all over and I could just be Chris... I had a woman... A brother... A son... I had a family who loved me..."[/color]
{ The shovel comes down a little harder this time and the whole head is driven into the dirt, right up to the wooden handle. }
"One by one by one they each turned their backs on me... Starting with Rob Diamond. His betrayal was perhaps the most painful. I spent the better part of my life teaching him everything I knew. Leading him down a path far different than my own, hoping that he'd turn out different than I had. All I wanted for Rob was for him to be happy. I remembered my childhood all too well. The beatings... The burnings... The pain... I wanted Rob to be happy... The day he was born... A part of the monster within died... That is until he brought it back by burying a knife so far into my back that it pierced my heart... I do not regret what I did to Rob or his attempted suicide... I only regret that he failed... At everything he ever set out to do."[/color]
{ His hands gripped the shovel tightly, twisting it a little as he worked the dirt loose, perhaps letting some of his anger vent through the motion of the shovel. }
"Mike was always a disappointment. When I saw him standing in the ring begging his father to come out of hiding, my heart melted, I didn't have a choice. There was my boy weeping like an infant for his daddy. Who am I to turn away from a weeping child? So I took him into my arms, into my home and into my heart. I did everything I could to mold him into something, anything, but he would not learn. Flat out refused. He liked being the imbecile. And he paid for it."[/color]
{ Maniac turned again, his right eye meeting the gaze of the camera. }
"Rayne of course is the last to betray me... She took from me my last chance to pass on my legacy... She took my child..."[/color]
{ His head dropped slightly as the next words came out like a hissing whisper. }
"That... I can never forgive..."[/color]
{ He looked up, his eyes blazing with hated. }
"ALL BECAUSE OF A PRIEST! Because of you Gabriel. Because you interfered where you did not belong. Stuck your nose into our business, into our life and made her turn from me. You took Rayne from me, and so she took my child... Are you listening Father? Because it is you I hold responsible for the death of my child... THE MURDER of my child. You! Your the murderer. The killer. Your like me Father... Your not a man of the clothe. YOUR AN ANIMAL! A MONSTER! Your a wolf in sheep's skin and you prey upon the weak, just like me. You... Are... Me..."[/color]
{ Maniac turned and put both his hands on the outer edges of the grave and lifted himself out. He stood up to his full height and dusted off his cloths as he did so. }
"You are just as dark, just as sinister, just as evil as myself. You believe in a god who smites those who do not believe. You fight for a religion that murders millions of people every year. You read from a book that promises hellfire for the sinner. You. Father. Are the only real monster here. You speak of men and gods and monsters as if you even know the difference anymore. Your god, as real as he may be, does not heed your word I promise you. The word you preach, the evil you teach, it is not his word, it is not his way. The Christian God you worship is love, stands for love and the spread of love, you do not Father. You are a cold blooded murderer who has the blood of a child on his hands. When you look at Rayne, when you look into the eyes of the woman I loved, you will have to see the child you and YOUR god ripped from her womb. Not my God. YOUR GOD! Because my God, as much as he may disapprove of what I've done, could forgive me. Your god would not. Your god would damn me. JUST LIKE YOU HAVE! Your God and my own are not the same. No. You worship some demon, some dark entity that thrives on pain and suffering as much as you do, for that is all you have caused since you have arrived. Your far worse than I could ever hope to be."[/color]
{ Maniac scoffs as he looks back at the grave for a moment. }
"You can't save me Father... You can't even save yourself..."[/color]
{ In the distance we can see the first rays of sun shine coming over the hills. The light comes down upon Maniac and over his shoulders, making it seem like he's glowing in the early hours of dawn. }
"That grave was once the final resting place for my father... For the man who made my childhood hell... Now... It will belong to you Priest... Because Sunday night... Your going to meet your maker...."[/color]
{ Suddenly the grave yard is gone, Maniac remains, only now he is the young boy Chris again. Chris sits on a chair outside of an office staring straight ahead at a door. On the other side of the door is a man, a woman and a doctor, the three of them discussing the boy as if he cannot hear them. }
"I'm very sorry but I do not think it is a good idea to adopt this boy."
"And why not?"
"Why not? The police think he may have murdered his parents!"
"I don't believe it. Your telling me that that five year old child out there is capable of murder? Your insane!"
"Ma'am, please. The boy is mentally disturbed."
"Are you saying we can't adopt him?"
"I'm saying I would not recommend it."
"But your not saying no?"
"Well, legally I cannot say no. Nothing has been proved and no one has ordered further study of the boy..."
"Did you hear that? He said we can adopt him if we want to. I want to!"
"Are you sure honey? I mean, if the doc is right..."
"He's wrong! Chris could never do anything like that."
"Alright. I'm not going to argue with my wife once she has made up her mind."
"Well... I see there is no point in arguing any further... I'll draw up the paper work."
{ The door before Chris swings open and a woman dressed in all white with a rather large baby bump comes bounding out and across the little hall to Chris. She drops to her knees in front of him with a smile as bright as the sun. }
"I have wonderful news Chris, your coming home with us!"
{ The boy smiles at the kind woman. Her husband kneels down next to her. }
"Hey son, I know this is going to be a little awkward at first, but we're really looking forward to you becoming a member of our family."
{ He pats Chris on the shoulder. }
"... Mommy... Daddy..."[/color]
{ He leaps off the chair and takes both of them into his arms, hugging them with all his might, hoping that they will never let go. Tears form in the woman's eyes as she hugs her son, the husband laughs a little and pats the kid on the back... Shortly after the new family heads home. His new parents aren't at all surprised by how little Chris has to bring with him, only a small shoe box. When they get home he's shown his room, his bed, all his toys... Things he'd never had before... Later that night Chris is in the back yard, they had a cook out, he ate more than he'd ever eaten before. After his parent's were all done, Chris dug a small hole near the tree line, a hole big enough for a shoe box.. A shoe box holding the only thing that survived the fire... An old Halloween mask his Father used to wear when he beat him... The mask of a Maniac... A monster... "
"Sometimes when you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you. "[/color]
{ Fade to Black. }
"I've been having visions lately... Not visions of the future, but of the past. My past. The things that made me what I am..."[/color]
{ He raises the shovel up high and thrusts it down with all his might into the ground, stepping on the the head of the shovel he drives it down deeper and scoops up another load. }
"Some would call my visions a subconscious admission of guilt. That's not how I see them. I see them as a reminder of who I am. What I must do. And why. I see my visions as a justification for the way I view this world. How do I view the world you ask?"[/color]
{ The shovel hits the ground again only this time he looks over his shoulder at us. His dark eyes piercing the night like a wolf or an owl, the light making them almost luminescent. }
"Everything must burn."[/color]
{ He carries on with his work. }
"There was a point, a single moment in time when I thought I could put it all behind me. I thought I could finally walk away from this. I thought it was all over and I could just be Chris... I had a woman... A brother... A son... I had a family who loved me..."[/color]
{ The shovel comes down a little harder this time and the whole head is driven into the dirt, right up to the wooden handle. }
"One by one by one they each turned their backs on me... Starting with Rob Diamond. His betrayal was perhaps the most painful. I spent the better part of my life teaching him everything I knew. Leading him down a path far different than my own, hoping that he'd turn out different than I had. All I wanted for Rob was for him to be happy. I remembered my childhood all too well. The beatings... The burnings... The pain... I wanted Rob to be happy... The day he was born... A part of the monster within died... That is until he brought it back by burying a knife so far into my back that it pierced my heart... I do not regret what I did to Rob or his attempted suicide... I only regret that he failed... At everything he ever set out to do."[/color]
{ His hands gripped the shovel tightly, twisting it a little as he worked the dirt loose, perhaps letting some of his anger vent through the motion of the shovel. }
"Mike was always a disappointment. When I saw him standing in the ring begging his father to come out of hiding, my heart melted, I didn't have a choice. There was my boy weeping like an infant for his daddy. Who am I to turn away from a weeping child? So I took him into my arms, into my home and into my heart. I did everything I could to mold him into something, anything, but he would not learn. Flat out refused. He liked being the imbecile. And he paid for it."[/color]
{ Maniac turned again, his right eye meeting the gaze of the camera. }
"Rayne of course is the last to betray me... She took from me my last chance to pass on my legacy... She took my child..."[/color]
{ His head dropped slightly as the next words came out like a hissing whisper. }
"That... I can never forgive..."[/color]
{ He looked up, his eyes blazing with hated. }
"ALL BECAUSE OF A PRIEST! Because of you Gabriel. Because you interfered where you did not belong. Stuck your nose into our business, into our life and made her turn from me. You took Rayne from me, and so she took my child... Are you listening Father? Because it is you I hold responsible for the death of my child... THE MURDER of my child. You! Your the murderer. The killer. Your like me Father... Your not a man of the clothe. YOUR AN ANIMAL! A MONSTER! Your a wolf in sheep's skin and you prey upon the weak, just like me. You... Are... Me..."[/color]
{ Maniac turned and put both his hands on the outer edges of the grave and lifted himself out. He stood up to his full height and dusted off his cloths as he did so. }
"You are just as dark, just as sinister, just as evil as myself. You believe in a god who smites those who do not believe. You fight for a religion that murders millions of people every year. You read from a book that promises hellfire for the sinner. You. Father. Are the only real monster here. You speak of men and gods and monsters as if you even know the difference anymore. Your god, as real as he may be, does not heed your word I promise you. The word you preach, the evil you teach, it is not his word, it is not his way. The Christian God you worship is love, stands for love and the spread of love, you do not Father. You are a cold blooded murderer who has the blood of a child on his hands. When you look at Rayne, when you look into the eyes of the woman I loved, you will have to see the child you and YOUR god ripped from her womb. Not my God. YOUR GOD! Because my God, as much as he may disapprove of what I've done, could forgive me. Your god would not. Your god would damn me. JUST LIKE YOU HAVE! Your God and my own are not the same. No. You worship some demon, some dark entity that thrives on pain and suffering as much as you do, for that is all you have caused since you have arrived. Your far worse than I could ever hope to be."[/color]
{ Maniac scoffs as he looks back at the grave for a moment. }
"You can't save me Father... You can't even save yourself..."[/color]
{ In the distance we can see the first rays of sun shine coming over the hills. The light comes down upon Maniac and over his shoulders, making it seem like he's glowing in the early hours of dawn. }
"That grave was once the final resting place for my father... For the man who made my childhood hell... Now... It will belong to you Priest... Because Sunday night... Your going to meet your maker...."[/color]
{ Suddenly the grave yard is gone, Maniac remains, only now he is the young boy Chris again. Chris sits on a chair outside of an office staring straight ahead at a door. On the other side of the door is a man, a woman and a doctor, the three of them discussing the boy as if he cannot hear them. }
"I'm very sorry but I do not think it is a good idea to adopt this boy."
"And why not?"
"Why not? The police think he may have murdered his parents!"
"I don't believe it. Your telling me that that five year old child out there is capable of murder? Your insane!"
"Ma'am, please. The boy is mentally disturbed."
"Are you saying we can't adopt him?"
"I'm saying I would not recommend it."
"But your not saying no?"
"Well, legally I cannot say no. Nothing has been proved and no one has ordered further study of the boy..."
"Did you hear that? He said we can adopt him if we want to. I want to!"
"Are you sure honey? I mean, if the doc is right..."
"He's wrong! Chris could never do anything like that."
"Alright. I'm not going to argue with my wife once she has made up her mind."
"Well... I see there is no point in arguing any further... I'll draw up the paper work."
{ The door before Chris swings open and a woman dressed in all white with a rather large baby bump comes bounding out and across the little hall to Chris. She drops to her knees in front of him with a smile as bright as the sun. }
"I have wonderful news Chris, your coming home with us!"
{ The boy smiles at the kind woman. Her husband kneels down next to her. }
"Hey son, I know this is going to be a little awkward at first, but we're really looking forward to you becoming a member of our family."
{ He pats Chris on the shoulder. }
"... Mommy... Daddy..."[/color]
{ He leaps off the chair and takes both of them into his arms, hugging them with all his might, hoping that they will never let go. Tears form in the woman's eyes as she hugs her son, the husband laughs a little and pats the kid on the back... Shortly after the new family heads home. His new parents aren't at all surprised by how little Chris has to bring with him, only a small shoe box. When they get home he's shown his room, his bed, all his toys... Things he'd never had before... Later that night Chris is in the back yard, they had a cook out, he ate more than he'd ever eaten before. After his parent's were all done, Chris dug a small hole near the tree line, a hole big enough for a shoe box.. A shoe box holding the only thing that survived the fire... An old Halloween mask his Father used to wear when he beat him... The mask of a Maniac... A monster... "
"Sometimes when you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you. "[/color]
{ Fade to Black. }