Post by YourPosionousDestruction on Jun 5, 2012 15:14:44 GMT -6
[The scene opens up, with fog rolling across the screen, with nothing but darkness behind it. A fair amount of mumbling is heard and the voice is familiar, but the face is unseen. There is a break in the fog and a small click, and then a eerie sound. A small flame is seen in the lower right hand corner. The eerie sound was the rolling of a lighter wheel hitting the flint. The Zippo flame moves slightly away from the camera, and reaches the tip of a cigarette which begins to burn red hot, before the flame is extinguished it is close enough to the users face, the mask of Cyanide Harvey. The aforementioned fog is actually smoke. Another awkward click and suddenly there is a dim light bulb swaying above Cyanide's head.]
[Cyanide takes a long drag off of his cigarette, and then thrusts it down into a jam packed clear glass ashtray. He continues to mumble to himself momentarily before clearly speaking out. Anguish is the only way to describe the tone of Cyanide's voice.]
Cyanide:After AJ threw me over those ropes, i tried to make excuses, i tried. He looked at me like i was a fool, a child.
[Cyanide is sitting down on the ground his knees are almost in his chin, he is rocking, his back hitting a wall, his chest hitting his thighs and knees. Cyanide grabs the pack of cigarettes, sitting on the ground to his right. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack and lights it. He pulls a long drag, and blows the smoke.]
Cyanide:But, trust me, I am a child no longer. I am disciplined, i am dangerous. You have yet to see how dangerous i am. My brother has helped me keep my emotions in check. But now, now i have my brother, and our mentor, all on the same page.
[Cyanide's cigarette has an ash built up on it over half of the length of the Marlboro. Cyanide puts the butt to his mouth again and in-hails, doing so the ash drops down onto his exposed chest, Cyanide doesn't flinch, doesn't move, and doesn't remove the hot embers from his torso. Instead he sits back further against the wall and rolls his head from side to side as if the burning was comforting.]
Cyanide:I will no longer hide my emotions, i will no longer act as i have before. I will actually have the ability to be myself. The torture of my failures will haunt me no longer.
[Cyanide takes another pull from the cigarette. With his free hand Cyanide pulls his on the roots of his hair directly above his forehead.]
Cyanide:This week on Freedom, i will have the chance to show AJ how dangerous i can be. I will show Phantom what torture is. And Magnum will be my emotional and physical punching bag, as he has to suffer with the fact that he will not be the one to injury AJ, and suffer as i mercilessly beat his torso until it is contorted.
[Suddenly the dim light bulb flickers and then shatters. Cyanide haunting laughter is heard, and then the click and wheel rolling hitting the flint once more. But flame is never seen, and the picture stays black.]
[Cyanide takes a long drag off of his cigarette, and then thrusts it down into a jam packed clear glass ashtray. He continues to mumble to himself momentarily before clearly speaking out. Anguish is the only way to describe the tone of Cyanide's voice.]
Cyanide:After AJ threw me over those ropes, i tried to make excuses, i tried. He looked at me like i was a fool, a child.
[Cyanide is sitting down on the ground his knees are almost in his chin, he is rocking, his back hitting a wall, his chest hitting his thighs and knees. Cyanide grabs the pack of cigarettes, sitting on the ground to his right. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack and lights it. He pulls a long drag, and blows the smoke.]
Cyanide:But, trust me, I am a child no longer. I am disciplined, i am dangerous. You have yet to see how dangerous i am. My brother has helped me keep my emotions in check. But now, now i have my brother, and our mentor, all on the same page.
[Cyanide's cigarette has an ash built up on it over half of the length of the Marlboro. Cyanide puts the butt to his mouth again and in-hails, doing so the ash drops down onto his exposed chest, Cyanide doesn't flinch, doesn't move, and doesn't remove the hot embers from his torso. Instead he sits back further against the wall and rolls his head from side to side as if the burning was comforting.]
Cyanide:I will no longer hide my emotions, i will no longer act as i have before. I will actually have the ability to be myself. The torture of my failures will haunt me no longer.
[Cyanide takes another pull from the cigarette. With his free hand Cyanide pulls his on the roots of his hair directly above his forehead.]
Cyanide:This week on Freedom, i will have the chance to show AJ how dangerous i can be. I will show Phantom what torture is. And Magnum will be my emotional and physical punching bag, as he has to suffer with the fact that he will not be the one to injury AJ, and suffer as i mercilessly beat his torso until it is contorted.
[Suddenly the dim light bulb flickers and then shatters. Cyanide haunting laughter is heard, and then the click and wheel rolling hitting the flint once more. But flame is never seen, and the picture stays black.]
