Post by Steve Awesome on Aug 22, 2008 12:58:12 GMT -6
Empty Room.
Dark asside from the light from the flames of a few candles.
They act like holes cut through the darkness.
And through these holes….
You see him.
That familiar face. The green eyes, the long black hair dangling on the sides of his head and falling in front of his face, the high cheek bones, the overwhelming amount of arrogance that radiates from that twisted smirk. It was Steve Awesome alright, but still he seemed different. A culmination of the path he had been taking for months, the highest peak on the mountain that he had sworn he would climb those months ago. The end of the journey, the final boss battle.
You could see it in his eyes.
The way he breathed. Slow and steady.
The way he rarely blinked as he gazed into the camera that was set up in front of him.
The way he kept running his fingers through his hair, even when it wasn’t even in his face.
He’s been tinkering with an acoustic guitar, trying to take his mind off of what has to happen this Sunday. But no such luck.
He looks up at the ceiling, his eyes shut tight.
“This is your fault, Trent.”
You can see his adams apple bounce as if it hurt him to say that.
“What has happened to us, to nCw, to Layla and I, to your hand, what I plan to do to you in two days.”
……..
“It’s all….”
…your….
FAULT!”
He screams it. His eyes wide, full of fire like the candles around him. He holds his glare for a few moments before pulling back, shaking his head as he does so.
“You don’t care Trent. You never truly cared, did you? I don’t even know why I should be telling you all this. It’s not like it’s going to register in your mind. You’ll see this, call me emo or something and make fun of me for it. You have no idea how serious I am about all this. Take it for what it’s worth Trent, all of this, everything, it’s your fault.”
He nods his head. Shooting a hand through his hair as he does so.
“I just wanted you to know that, best friend. Nobody see’s it but me, but I KNOW THE TRUTH!”
He points at himself.
“I know the truth.”
He repeats in a whisper.
“You can fool everybody in this world into thinking that your some kind of saint. That your this world renowned hero who worked for everything that he’s gotten. But I know the real you. This whole thing is a fake. It’s not the real you. The real you USES people, plays them for pawns until you get what you wanted and then you cast them aside like they never mattered. And they call me the whore.”
His own wild palm strikes himself in the forehead.
“God! How could I have been so stupid? That I just sat back and I watched as everything worked out for Trent in the long run and here was Steve Awesome, getting the shaft, getting ****ed over, and I just took that **** like Everyman does from the Enimies. I captured my first bit of gold here, and boom, Trent swings in and steals it. Says that I betrayed him? No. I was just continuing the vision. I was just doing what we had planned. But Trent Helms couldn’t stand to see me doing well. So he did everything that he could to take it from me. He dressed up in a mask, a DAMN MASK, and haunted me at every turn. I went up to the man, I looked him in the eyes and I asked him, WAS IT YOU? It has to be you, nobody else does the 630.”
“You know what he said to me? He looked back at me, straight into my eyes, and he said “No.” He said “No way dude. I wouldn’t do that to you. You’re my friend.” and I belived him. But……he LIED! It was him. It was him, and it was Adam Knite. And it hurt. I felt betrayed. I felt like I couldn’t trust him anymore. All because he got hurt because he is an over zealous jack ass and he couldn’t make the title match.”
“That was the beginning of the end.”
“And this Sunday…..it’s the end of the end.”
“We go full circle Trent.”
“You finally get what you deserve. I finally get to do the things that I’ve been dreaming of doing to you for so long now. It’s safe to say that I’ve become obsessed Trent. Mesmerized by the thought of your demise. Excited by the change that’s coming. Determined to to prove the world wrong and beat you. Obsessed with becoming world champion. I love that championship Trent. Ever since I layed my eyes on it, I knew I needed to have it. To be with it. To love it deeply, to cherish it, to defend it with tenacity, to hold it high above my head as a symbol of the future.
“I love that championship you hold…..
….but I hate you.”
“You do the math Trent.”
He slides a small box into view. He reaches in and grabs a handful of photographs.
“All these memories, there over. We’re not friends anymore. I’m not sure if we can ever be friends again Trent, and you did it. It’s all your fault.”
He licks his lips.
“Sunday night Trent, I’m taking my love. And I’m leaving you for dead.”
He picks up the acoustic guitar and starts strumming a subtle riff as he sings along in a calm voice.
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
The strumming goes up in tempo as he continues to sing.
I ripped out
His throat
And called you on the telephone
To take off
My disguise
Just in time to hear you cry when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
There was
Police and
Flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read
A lover died
No tell-tale heart was left to find when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight
He dropped you off, I followed him home
Then I, I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him, he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight
Awesome drops the guitar into the box of photographs and drops a candle into the carboard. It slowly rises up in flames as Awesome walks out of the room. Fading to
Flames.
“In other news….”
A baritone of a voice said on the television set.
“In Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A condo was set on fire by an unknown arsenist. Canadian police are on the hunt. The prosecuter for this particular case was quoted in saying “We hope to find this man. Canda has a hard punishment for arsen and we hope to serve justice.” When asked what type of punishment this person would be getting should they be found, the prosecuter had this to say “We’re definitely going to do some shouting. Maybe lecture him or her a bit and follow it up with a nice slap on the wrist. This practice has softened even the hardest Canadian criminals.”
“We’ll keep you updated on any more news as it develops. In other news…..nothing because it’s obviously a slow news day……seriously John….can we please get some actual news to cover? I mean…”
“Oh my goodness.”
The TV boxes out and fades away. We see Layla sitting on a couch and she tosses the remote off to the side. She lets the news sink into her head and then she shoots off the couch.
“Mom! Mom!”
She goes shooting through the living room and down the hall. She finds her mother singing Donna Summer into a hairbrush and she sheepishly hides the brush the moment she spots her daughter standing in the doorway.
Sasha: “Whats the matter hun?”
She presses pause on her boom box.
“You remember that condo I used to live in in Canada? When Steve and Trent lived together?”
She nods.
“I just found out that it burnt down the other day. Nobody was hurt or anything but, it’s just wow…all those memories in that place and now it’s gone. I wonder if Steve knows about it. I should call him.”
Layla grabs the cell phone that was attached to her belt loop and starts dialing a number but her mother snatches the phone.
Sasha: “NO! Don’t call him. If you really want him to change then you have to wait and see if he calls you. You can’t keep crawling back to him.”
She lowers her head.
“I know, but it’s been too long already. I miss him.”
Fade.
Dark asside from the light from the flames of a few candles.
They act like holes cut through the darkness.
And through these holes….
You see him.
That familiar face. The green eyes, the long black hair dangling on the sides of his head and falling in front of his face, the high cheek bones, the overwhelming amount of arrogance that radiates from that twisted smirk. It was Steve Awesome alright, but still he seemed different. A culmination of the path he had been taking for months, the highest peak on the mountain that he had sworn he would climb those months ago. The end of the journey, the final boss battle.
You could see it in his eyes.
The way he breathed. Slow and steady.
The way he rarely blinked as he gazed into the camera that was set up in front of him.
The way he kept running his fingers through his hair, even when it wasn’t even in his face.
He’s been tinkering with an acoustic guitar, trying to take his mind off of what has to happen this Sunday. But no such luck.
He looks up at the ceiling, his eyes shut tight.
“This is your fault, Trent.”
You can see his adams apple bounce as if it hurt him to say that.
“What has happened to us, to nCw, to Layla and I, to your hand, what I plan to do to you in two days.”
……..
“It’s all….”
…your….
FAULT!”
He screams it. His eyes wide, full of fire like the candles around him. He holds his glare for a few moments before pulling back, shaking his head as he does so.
“You don’t care Trent. You never truly cared, did you? I don’t even know why I should be telling you all this. It’s not like it’s going to register in your mind. You’ll see this, call me emo or something and make fun of me for it. You have no idea how serious I am about all this. Take it for what it’s worth Trent, all of this, everything, it’s your fault.”
He nods his head. Shooting a hand through his hair as he does so.
“I just wanted you to know that, best friend. Nobody see’s it but me, but I KNOW THE TRUTH!”
He points at himself.
“I know the truth.”
He repeats in a whisper.
“You can fool everybody in this world into thinking that your some kind of saint. That your this world renowned hero who worked for everything that he’s gotten. But I know the real you. This whole thing is a fake. It’s not the real you. The real you USES people, plays them for pawns until you get what you wanted and then you cast them aside like they never mattered. And they call me the whore.”
His own wild palm strikes himself in the forehead.
“God! How could I have been so stupid? That I just sat back and I watched as everything worked out for Trent in the long run and here was Steve Awesome, getting the shaft, getting ****ed over, and I just took that **** like Everyman does from the Enimies. I captured my first bit of gold here, and boom, Trent swings in and steals it. Says that I betrayed him? No. I was just continuing the vision. I was just doing what we had planned. But Trent Helms couldn’t stand to see me doing well. So he did everything that he could to take it from me. He dressed up in a mask, a DAMN MASK, and haunted me at every turn. I went up to the man, I looked him in the eyes and I asked him, WAS IT YOU? It has to be you, nobody else does the 630.”
“You know what he said to me? He looked back at me, straight into my eyes, and he said “No.” He said “No way dude. I wouldn’t do that to you. You’re my friend.” and I belived him. But……he LIED! It was him. It was him, and it was Adam Knite. And it hurt. I felt betrayed. I felt like I couldn’t trust him anymore. All because he got hurt because he is an over zealous jack ass and he couldn’t make the title match.”
“That was the beginning of the end.”
“And this Sunday…..it’s the end of the end.”
“We go full circle Trent.”
“You finally get what you deserve. I finally get to do the things that I’ve been dreaming of doing to you for so long now. It’s safe to say that I’ve become obsessed Trent. Mesmerized by the thought of your demise. Excited by the change that’s coming. Determined to to prove the world wrong and beat you. Obsessed with becoming world champion. I love that championship Trent. Ever since I layed my eyes on it, I knew I needed to have it. To be with it. To love it deeply, to cherish it, to defend it with tenacity, to hold it high above my head as a symbol of the future.
“I love that championship you hold…..
….but I hate you.”
“You do the math Trent.”
He slides a small box into view. He reaches in and grabs a handful of photographs.
“All these memories, there over. We’re not friends anymore. I’m not sure if we can ever be friends again Trent, and you did it. It’s all your fault.”
He licks his lips.
“Sunday night Trent, I’m taking my love. And I’m leaving you for dead.”
He picks up the acoustic guitar and starts strumming a subtle riff as he sings along in a calm voice.
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
The strumming goes up in tempo as he continues to sing.
I ripped out
His throat
And called you on the telephone
To take off
My disguise
Just in time to hear you cry when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
There was
Police and
Flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read
A lover died
No tell-tale heart was left to find when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight
He dropped you off, I followed him home
Then I, I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him, he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight
Awesome drops the guitar into the box of photographs and drops a candle into the carboard. It slowly rises up in flames as Awesome walks out of the room. Fading to
Flames.
“In other news….”
A baritone of a voice said on the television set.
“In Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A condo was set on fire by an unknown arsenist. Canadian police are on the hunt. The prosecuter for this particular case was quoted in saying “We hope to find this man. Canda has a hard punishment for arsen and we hope to serve justice.” When asked what type of punishment this person would be getting should they be found, the prosecuter had this to say “We’re definitely going to do some shouting. Maybe lecture him or her a bit and follow it up with a nice slap on the wrist. This practice has softened even the hardest Canadian criminals.”
“We’ll keep you updated on any more news as it develops. In other news…..nothing because it’s obviously a slow news day……seriously John….can we please get some actual news to cover? I mean…”
“Oh my goodness.”
The TV boxes out and fades away. We see Layla sitting on a couch and she tosses the remote off to the side. She lets the news sink into her head and then she shoots off the couch.
“Mom! Mom!”
She goes shooting through the living room and down the hall. She finds her mother singing Donna Summer into a hairbrush and she sheepishly hides the brush the moment she spots her daughter standing in the doorway.
Sasha: “Whats the matter hun?”
She presses pause on her boom box.
“You remember that condo I used to live in in Canada? When Steve and Trent lived together?”
She nods.
“I just found out that it burnt down the other day. Nobody was hurt or anything but, it’s just wow…all those memories in that place and now it’s gone. I wonder if Steve knows about it. I should call him.”
Layla grabs the cell phone that was attached to her belt loop and starts dialing a number but her mother snatches the phone.
Sasha: “NO! Don’t call him. If you really want him to change then you have to wait and see if he calls you. You can’t keep crawling back to him.”
She lowers her head.
“I know, but it’s been too long already. I miss him.”
Fade.