Post by Gib on Jul 4, 2009 20:32:46 GMT -6
(Harold stands, his body surrounded by the unfinished walls that Harold calls home, in the basement of the home he lives in with Jackie and Hope. A light bulb is the only bit of illumination is this dark area.)
In a fairy tale, hell, in most stories a hero has to conquer adversity in order to succeed, a hero must face off against an evil force so that he is able to prove to the world that he is full of valor, that he is noble, that he has the necessary tools in order to show that he is a hero, that he is better then the others, that he is indeed perfect.
(Harold’s voice is tired, more raspy and deeper then normal)
This is no fairy tale Steve, this isn’t going to have a happy ending. I must admit, I thought I had finished you, but you have proven yourself to be more then what I thought, you proved that you are something more then I imagined, and I feel now, more then I ever have something that I haven’t felt since putting this mask on. I feel the little tingles in my body, I haven’t slept in weeks I can’t sleep I can’t eat, I can’t feel. I feel it…
(he lowers his head, slowly and deliberately)
Fear…
(a long pause)
I don’t know if I can finish the job I started two months ago, I will not lie I thought you were going to fade away, and now you are back, and now you want to know what everyone else does. You want to know what lies under this mask. You want to know who the man that tormented you was, you want what all victims want, retribution. See, the tables have turned, the power has shifted the hunter has indeed become the hunted. But you need to know one thing Steve, you have backed me into a corner here, and when someone is backed into the corner that is when they are the most dangerous, now more then ever I have the means to finally end you, to finally finish you. That is what I plan on doing. Remember Steve, I have a wealth of experience to match my immense size, and although I have fear, fear doesn’t destroy me like it did you. You were nothing more then a shell of your former self last month, and I knew that now you have transformed into something greater, something better and more powerful and this time, I must rise.
(He finally lifts his head, his eyes watery)
One second is all it takes, one punch is all I need to separate you from consciousness, but the punch will not be the end of it this time, I am going to Harpoon you into the corner post so many times that you will be a permanent vegetable. This weekend, the final chapter of your life is written, the final chapter of your career. Your family is my family and if you think I will let you take away what I have worked so hard for then you are sorely mistaken.
(Harold is suddenly filled with rage, and he throws a right hand at a sack hanging from the ceiling, the sack erupts and sawdust flies all over covering the camera)
Hope is all I have…
Hope is all I need…
And I will not let someone take it from me.
This weekend, I take the final thing you have, I take your dignity, and without that there will be no end to your suffering. I am glad you finally understand and appreciate the value of friendship, but it is too late for you…
It ends this weekend.
One way or another.
(scene fades)
In a fairy tale, hell, in most stories a hero has to conquer adversity in order to succeed, a hero must face off against an evil force so that he is able to prove to the world that he is full of valor, that he is noble, that he has the necessary tools in order to show that he is a hero, that he is better then the others, that he is indeed perfect.
(Harold’s voice is tired, more raspy and deeper then normal)
This is no fairy tale Steve, this isn’t going to have a happy ending. I must admit, I thought I had finished you, but you have proven yourself to be more then what I thought, you proved that you are something more then I imagined, and I feel now, more then I ever have something that I haven’t felt since putting this mask on. I feel the little tingles in my body, I haven’t slept in weeks I can’t sleep I can’t eat, I can’t feel. I feel it…
(he lowers his head, slowly and deliberately)
Fear…
(a long pause)
I don’t know if I can finish the job I started two months ago, I will not lie I thought you were going to fade away, and now you are back, and now you want to know what everyone else does. You want to know what lies under this mask. You want to know who the man that tormented you was, you want what all victims want, retribution. See, the tables have turned, the power has shifted the hunter has indeed become the hunted. But you need to know one thing Steve, you have backed me into a corner here, and when someone is backed into the corner that is when they are the most dangerous, now more then ever I have the means to finally end you, to finally finish you. That is what I plan on doing. Remember Steve, I have a wealth of experience to match my immense size, and although I have fear, fear doesn’t destroy me like it did you. You were nothing more then a shell of your former self last month, and I knew that now you have transformed into something greater, something better and more powerful and this time, I must rise.
(He finally lifts his head, his eyes watery)
One second is all it takes, one punch is all I need to separate you from consciousness, but the punch will not be the end of it this time, I am going to Harpoon you into the corner post so many times that you will be a permanent vegetable. This weekend, the final chapter of your life is written, the final chapter of your career. Your family is my family and if you think I will let you take away what I have worked so hard for then you are sorely mistaken.
(Harold is suddenly filled with rage, and he throws a right hand at a sack hanging from the ceiling, the sack erupts and sawdust flies all over covering the camera)
Hope is all I have…
Hope is all I need…
And I will not let someone take it from me.
This weekend, I take the final thing you have, I take your dignity, and without that there will be no end to your suffering. I am glad you finally understand and appreciate the value of friendship, but it is too late for you…
It ends this weekend.
One way or another.
(scene fades)