Post by Ladainian Harper on Nov 26, 2012 18:32:20 GMT -6
Dying of Thirst (Introduction) 11-26-12
"Lord I come to you a sinner, and I humbly repent for my sins."
Simple words spoken from a broken voice echoes in an unknown surrounding area. The voice begins to speak rapidly but in a soft manner. So soft that the majority can't be heard by the human ear. Bits and pieces are far too distorted to hear, but we're able to capture glimpses.
"I r-recieve Jesus to take control of my life and that I will live for him from this day forth. Amen"
This simple prayer obviously comes from a broken, drained being. Someone who has discovered the rock of the bottom, and is at the end of their fight. They've reached a point to where it's fight or flight, either take control of your life or be completely consumed.
Crevices of light peaking through the bottom of a doorway is the only illumination. The aroma of freshly burned red-oak begins to secrete from the same crevice as the light.
Do I dare venture inside?
"I can see your shadow under the doorway, I know you're there."
Muffled words can be heard despite being masked by the door. Beckoning for me to enter is the same shady voice as before. When taking this job, when I took the oppurtunity to conduct this interview I was clearly igornant. Ignorant to the circumstances I wa about to become apart of. Heart pounding through my chest, eyes dialated in fear. Hand shaking as I slowly grasp the door-knob, eyes closed as I open the door slowly. You can hear the screeching from the hinges as it slowly peaks its way open.
Upon opening the door I quickly begin to survey my surroundings. Eyes are immediately taken by the enormus black leather chair facing a brick fireplace. Through the flickering of the fire you can see the shadow of a large man. He's not phased by our arrival, and he remains firmly seated in his chair embracing the warmth. After seconds of complete silence, he breaks the tension in half.
"Do excuse my awkward behavior, I'm just trying to cope with so many in-justices."
A loud bang quickly coincides with his sentence, his hand visibly slamming down upon a nearby night-stand.
"We live in a world where oppression is welcomed as if it were the love of a mother. We cherish material items as if they're sacred. My stomach churns on each thought. Camera man, tell me... What do you value?"
What do I value? I had no idea I came here to be interviewed, I simply came to conduct one. Failing to reply in a timely manner.
"Well... WHAT DO YOU VALUE?!"
A violent eruption is apparent in his demanding scream. I step back as I'm stricken by his voice as if it were wrapped in brass knuckles. I stammer a bit as I try to reply, I throw out any sentiments that I hold dear in hopes to satisfy this maniacal man.
"I-I-Value my family, and my loved ones. I value my country as well."
"Family and loved ones can be such polar opposites, quite an oddity if you ask me. Why allow ourselves to be consumed by trying to differ between the two? I mean, I tried to obtain the love from my mother but she only craved the love of herself. So selfish a bitch she truly was."
I'm completely puzzled by his choice of words. Yet at the same time I'm taken in by this riddle-speaker.
"The plethora of individuals who seek my destruction grows each and every sunrise. It grows each and every time justice is served. People like YOU, hate people like me. It's the media that creates this illusion of what is right and what's wrong. Tell me, what gives you the obligation, no, the right to judge what's right? You're just a feeble man with a camera, you write stories. I think the latter is all the more reason for me to despise your entire existance."
I can tell this is getting hostile to him very quickly, his words continue as their velocity and strength grows.
"You see... I've spoken with god."
After his last statement I'm fully certain that I'm dealing with a mad-man. I take another step back towards the same door I entered, hoping to remain out of his reach. I feel an ache in the pit of my stomach as I invision this man rising from his perch and grabbing me.
"God has told me that the media, commercialism, and government are going to be the tools to this countrys demise. He's spoken to me about prejudice reporters, agenda driven congressman, and self-centered egotastical liars who are dying of thirst. You sir, are dying of thirst."
I step back even more as he begins to raise from his chair. Yet instead of turning around he approaches the fireplace and begins to gaze into the fire.
"I suffer alot, and every day that glass mirror gets tougher to watch. I'm forced to watch as racist bigots are allowed the breath so many more deserving have been deprived. I'm forced to witness murderers, and rapists successfully alleviating themselves from the true justice they deserve. You could call me sophisticated, or you could call me a realest. My knowledge of this world is as much of a gift as it is a curse. I've learned so much, soaked up so much information. When I compiled all of this, I came to one conclusion..."
He pauses and my adrenaline begins to pump out of sheer fear. The way he manipulates words, the way he twists the mind is quite sickening. I watch as he lowers his head gently, and he continues.
"This world is in dire need of a savior. I've spoken with God about how world has been left ransacked and in shambles. I spoke to him for years about my concerns, yet for so long he failed to reply... Until one day, he did. He spoke to me, its, its, impossible to fathom. God has spoken my friend, giving me clear and direct orders. The time has come for a revolution, it's time to revolt, it's time to break the chains of oppression. I'm going to embark upon a crusade, a holy-crusade. By any means required I will restore the very fabric of a broken world. By ANY MEANS REQUIRED I will destroy the order that has for so long been corrupt. Not just one injustice will be met with repremends, all of the worlds sins must be cleansed. All of you are dying of thirst, no one is innocent. It's time for me to QUENCH THAT THIRST!"
He quickly turns around...
*Static fills the screen*