Post by Will Washington on Sept 11, 2009 10:32:22 GMT -6
We begin this seen with a graphic of a digital clock. Over a black background green numbers read 8:40 a.m. After a few seconds, the time moves one minute forward, and the graphic dissolves into video of Will Washington standing in a brightly lit office area. He stands there wearing yet another custom tailored gray Armani suit. Underneath his jacket he wears a black dress shirt buttoned all the way to the top, with a white tie. All around him is the hustle and bustle of an average work day in an American workplace. Workers feverishly typing away at their desktops, stapling papers, and making copies of memos. He looks all to each side as no one pays him any attention. He looks at his watch adorned with diamonds and checks the time. He looks back at the screen and begins to speak.
“It is eight forty-one. So far here in Manhattan, it’s been a day not unlike any other. As everyone works trying to get ahead in life, not worrying about what’s going on in the outside world. All that is on the mind of these drones is working. Making money to try and provide for their families. Little do they know that their entire world is about to come crashing down.”
Will walks over to an unoccupied chair and sits down. He picks one leg up and puts it across the other. He leans back in the chair and puts his hands together near his chin.
“Looking back now, it’s hard to watch isn’t it?”
Will takes one hand away and points at a pretty young woman in neat slacks and a blue button up blouse sitting across the row at a desk. She has a picture sitting on her desk of her husband and two young sons. She looks at it longingly and wipes a tear from her eye with a tissue crumpled up in her hand. The camera switches its focus back to Will.
“That woman over there, her name is Jackie Nunez. She’s crying because her youngest son Oliver was recently diagnosed with sickle-cell anemia. Her husband was recently laid off from his job, so their only income is what she makes. They are struggling to make ends meet, and now their son needs extra medical attention and tests. Despite all of their financial trouble, she still has hope that things will turn around. What a shame.”
At this point Will gets up out his seated position in the desk chair, and walks over beside a balding man. The man is on his computer sending an email. Upon closer inspection, it seems as though it is not work related. He pushes the send button and looks over his shoulder. He looks right past Will, and at another one of his co-workers, a busty woman with a big smile on her face. The bald man flashes a nervous smile and adjusts his silk tie. He opens up a desk drawer to get out a stamp, and we see that inside his drawer, he has a a broken picture of his family and a bottle of breath spray. Runs his hands through the greasy circle of hair around his head. He gets the stamp and goes about his usual business.
“This disgusting gentleman sitting to my left is Alfred Horowitz: husband, father, and corporate stooge. He has worked his way up the ladder, and throughout his time, he lost his way. No longer does he come home from work and hug his kids. Now he has board meetings almost every night. Or at least that’s what he tells them. In all reality he is secretly fooling around with Sherri Johnson over there. They plan to run away together once he leaves his wife and family behind. As soon as the weekend comes around, they will be living it up in St. Marten. Oh the irony. He spent his whole life working to move up in the company, and now he‘s letting someone piggyback on his success.”
Will looks down at Alfred once more as he pretends to focus on his work, all the while anticipating the next illicit email he is going to receive from his mistress. Will shakes his head, visibly irritated with the man’s actions. It’s at this point Will once again lifts up his sleeve and checks his watch. He looks at the face for a moment, and then slides his sleeve back down. He moves back towards a more centralized location in the office. He takes his hands and slides then down his jacket, adjusting it. He then folds his hands at his waist and stares at the camera.
“Eight forty-six. It’s time.”
A loud explosion and crashing noises fill the air. The entire building begins to shake, and workers begin to panic. People scramble all over trying the understand the destruction. Will stands in his previous position, not affected by the chaos around him.
“You see. No one was expecting that. Well, no one around here. But someone knew. The president was warned that a terrorist attack was planned to happen today, but no one took action. This travesty could have been prevented. Had anyone sounded the figurative alarm, all of the people in the this building would have survived, the passengers on the hijacked planes would have survived, and the men and women in the Pentagon would have survived too. Instead…. This happened.”
As Will finishes speaking, the camera zooms post him and focuses on the all encompassing terror. People run to stairs, and elevators,,,, windows and doors. We see Alfred and Sherri huddled together against a wall. They hold each other tight, and shake uncontrollably. At this point all of the screaming has faded out and all we hear is a harsh silence. They mouth words, but no sound is heard. At once Alfred and Sherri stand up and kiss. They hold hands and perform a synchronized dive through an unopened window. The camera violently moves to a running Jackie Nunez. As she runs, she clutches her family photo. She trips on a piece of debris and crashes to the ground. Even as she lays on the ground in pain, she does not let go of her picture frame. As she rolls onto her back, she looks up just in time to see collapse of the floor above her. As the remnants of what used to be a building fall towards her, we cut back to Will Washington, now standing all alone, outside at the base of the tower. As he speaks, the building falls behind him.
“You see what happens when you don’t take threats seriously? The ignorance of the people controlling our well-being dropped the ball, and who suffered? Not just the people in the buildings, but the ones in the airplane as well. When you think about it though, how was this day any different from every other day? Both the good and the wicked were punished. There was no justice for anyone, just pain and misfortune for all the people affected by it. It was just another ordinary day in the American justice system. Figuratively speaking.”
Will looks back at the rubble behind him as firefighters and policeman search through the wreckage trying to find some sign of life. He turns back to the camera and glares at it with an unmatched intensity. It almost feels as though he is staring a hole right through the camera into your soul.
“This day changed my life. Because of the events that took place on this date, and the time afterward, I enlisted in the military. Out of American propaganda and falsehoods, I was convinced that serving my country was the right thing to do. This date killed old Will Washington, and created the person you see in front of you today. Glen Nodoveit should look back on this day with particular disdain and horror. If it hadn’t been for this day, I wouldn’t be the ultimate killing machine that I am today. Nodoveit would be able to live the somewhat normal existence that I still yearn for. Due to the events on this day…. My life was ruined. So now I fight to ruin the lives of everyone who has what I’ve always wanted, a clear conscience. I look forward to our match this Sunday Glen. Like the Twin Towers, your entire existence will come toppling down. I will get no solace in your demise. You don‘t have what I want. You‘re just a half assed attempt to be me, and another Will Washington isn‘t a good thing. I hate myself just as much as everyone else does. The only difference is that I‘m the only one who can destroy Will Washington, but I‘m not going to do that yet. I’ve got a lot more havoc to cause, and a hell of a lot more pain to dispense.”
Will looks up towards the heavens and stares at the sky. He absorbs all of it’s light, but is interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He looks at his phone and flips it open.
“Excuse me, I have to take this call.”
As Will turns his back and walks towards the distance, the camera stays on him long enough to hear him say…..
“Happy Anniversary.”
All of the firefighters and rubble disappears and we see New York City today, as Will continues off into the gray abyss. The scene fades to black.
“It is eight forty-one. So far here in Manhattan, it’s been a day not unlike any other. As everyone works trying to get ahead in life, not worrying about what’s going on in the outside world. All that is on the mind of these drones is working. Making money to try and provide for their families. Little do they know that their entire world is about to come crashing down.”
Will walks over to an unoccupied chair and sits down. He picks one leg up and puts it across the other. He leans back in the chair and puts his hands together near his chin.
“Looking back now, it’s hard to watch isn’t it?”
Will takes one hand away and points at a pretty young woman in neat slacks and a blue button up blouse sitting across the row at a desk. She has a picture sitting on her desk of her husband and two young sons. She looks at it longingly and wipes a tear from her eye with a tissue crumpled up in her hand. The camera switches its focus back to Will.
“That woman over there, her name is Jackie Nunez. She’s crying because her youngest son Oliver was recently diagnosed with sickle-cell anemia. Her husband was recently laid off from his job, so their only income is what she makes. They are struggling to make ends meet, and now their son needs extra medical attention and tests. Despite all of their financial trouble, she still has hope that things will turn around. What a shame.”
At this point Will gets up out his seated position in the desk chair, and walks over beside a balding man. The man is on his computer sending an email. Upon closer inspection, it seems as though it is not work related. He pushes the send button and looks over his shoulder. He looks right past Will, and at another one of his co-workers, a busty woman with a big smile on her face. The bald man flashes a nervous smile and adjusts his silk tie. He opens up a desk drawer to get out a stamp, and we see that inside his drawer, he has a a broken picture of his family and a bottle of breath spray. Runs his hands through the greasy circle of hair around his head. He gets the stamp and goes about his usual business.
“This disgusting gentleman sitting to my left is Alfred Horowitz: husband, father, and corporate stooge. He has worked his way up the ladder, and throughout his time, he lost his way. No longer does he come home from work and hug his kids. Now he has board meetings almost every night. Or at least that’s what he tells them. In all reality he is secretly fooling around with Sherri Johnson over there. They plan to run away together once he leaves his wife and family behind. As soon as the weekend comes around, they will be living it up in St. Marten. Oh the irony. He spent his whole life working to move up in the company, and now he‘s letting someone piggyback on his success.”
Will looks down at Alfred once more as he pretends to focus on his work, all the while anticipating the next illicit email he is going to receive from his mistress. Will shakes his head, visibly irritated with the man’s actions. It’s at this point Will once again lifts up his sleeve and checks his watch. He looks at the face for a moment, and then slides his sleeve back down. He moves back towards a more centralized location in the office. He takes his hands and slides then down his jacket, adjusting it. He then folds his hands at his waist and stares at the camera.
“Eight forty-six. It’s time.”
A loud explosion and crashing noises fill the air. The entire building begins to shake, and workers begin to panic. People scramble all over trying the understand the destruction. Will stands in his previous position, not affected by the chaos around him.
“You see. No one was expecting that. Well, no one around here. But someone knew. The president was warned that a terrorist attack was planned to happen today, but no one took action. This travesty could have been prevented. Had anyone sounded the figurative alarm, all of the people in the this building would have survived, the passengers on the hijacked planes would have survived, and the men and women in the Pentagon would have survived too. Instead…. This happened.”
As Will finishes speaking, the camera zooms post him and focuses on the all encompassing terror. People run to stairs, and elevators,,,, windows and doors. We see Alfred and Sherri huddled together against a wall. They hold each other tight, and shake uncontrollably. At this point all of the screaming has faded out and all we hear is a harsh silence. They mouth words, but no sound is heard. At once Alfred and Sherri stand up and kiss. They hold hands and perform a synchronized dive through an unopened window. The camera violently moves to a running Jackie Nunez. As she runs, she clutches her family photo. She trips on a piece of debris and crashes to the ground. Even as she lays on the ground in pain, she does not let go of her picture frame. As she rolls onto her back, she looks up just in time to see collapse of the floor above her. As the remnants of what used to be a building fall towards her, we cut back to Will Washington, now standing all alone, outside at the base of the tower. As he speaks, the building falls behind him.
“You see what happens when you don’t take threats seriously? The ignorance of the people controlling our well-being dropped the ball, and who suffered? Not just the people in the buildings, but the ones in the airplane as well. When you think about it though, how was this day any different from every other day? Both the good and the wicked were punished. There was no justice for anyone, just pain and misfortune for all the people affected by it. It was just another ordinary day in the American justice system. Figuratively speaking.”
Will looks back at the rubble behind him as firefighters and policeman search through the wreckage trying to find some sign of life. He turns back to the camera and glares at it with an unmatched intensity. It almost feels as though he is staring a hole right through the camera into your soul.
“This day changed my life. Because of the events that took place on this date, and the time afterward, I enlisted in the military. Out of American propaganda and falsehoods, I was convinced that serving my country was the right thing to do. This date killed old Will Washington, and created the person you see in front of you today. Glen Nodoveit should look back on this day with particular disdain and horror. If it hadn’t been for this day, I wouldn’t be the ultimate killing machine that I am today. Nodoveit would be able to live the somewhat normal existence that I still yearn for. Due to the events on this day…. My life was ruined. So now I fight to ruin the lives of everyone who has what I’ve always wanted, a clear conscience. I look forward to our match this Sunday Glen. Like the Twin Towers, your entire existence will come toppling down. I will get no solace in your demise. You don‘t have what I want. You‘re just a half assed attempt to be me, and another Will Washington isn‘t a good thing. I hate myself just as much as everyone else does. The only difference is that I‘m the only one who can destroy Will Washington, but I‘m not going to do that yet. I’ve got a lot more havoc to cause, and a hell of a lot more pain to dispense.”
Will looks up towards the heavens and stares at the sky. He absorbs all of it’s light, but is interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He looks at his phone and flips it open.
“Excuse me, I have to take this call.”
As Will turns his back and walks towards the distance, the camera stays on him long enough to hear him say…..
“Happy Anniversary.”
All of the firefighters and rubble disappears and we see New York City today, as Will continues off into the gray abyss. The scene fades to black.
