[???]It is not what we achieve in the short time that we are here that defines us. It is not who we meet or what job we get, or what women we date. It is what we, ourselves, become, as a person. It is how much further we develop, how much more human we become. Are we merciful? Are we hateful? Are we full of disgraceful thoughts? Can we truly appreciate the beauty of life when we do so many things to hold ourselves back? We cut down the rainforests, kill off species that revel in nature's beauty, destroy the one protective layer that we have from the sun. We continually rejects Earth's gifts and destroy our own chances. As we kill the earth we kill each other, and as we kill each other, we kill ourselves.[???]
[???]With all of this clamoring and shouting, a calm voice reaches out, teaching, instructing. A voice tries to direct you, telling you which is truly the right path. He tries to light the way, but you must choose to follow. You must choose the way, the light or the dark...As the scene fades in we begin to see a dark, gray, with shards or green in between. You begin to stare deeply into it, as if fixated on it. As you stare into it, the mixture becomes intense and you move backwards, releasing your glare. As you release it, the view becomes clearer and you can begin to see the outline of something hard and cold. As your eyes widen and your view clears you can tell that you are staring at a sidewalk. The harsh gray is cracked at points and small green weeds push through the ground, offering a break in the cold reality of a dull sidewalk.[???]
[???]You take your eyes off the sidewalk and look upwards. You see nothing but brown, 5 story, broken down, tennant buildings. The trash runs out on the street and cats and rats run wildly through the gutter. It looks as if no one has visited this place in years. You begin to walk, hoping to find an exit to this hellhole. You walk forward, your heels clacking against the sidewalk with every step. The smell of hot garbage fills the air and you try to contain your lunch. You continue onwards, but you here more steps, different than yours. You stop and turn, looking for the adjoining party, but you see nothing. A paper blows down the street, acompanied by a piece of rotten letttuce. You turn forwards, and walk again, trying to outrun the other footsteps.[???]
[???]As you walk, you hear the footsteps again, only this time, they are heavier and quicker. Your begin to quicken your steps too, but the ther steps continue to become faster and faster. You suddenly turn aroud, trying to see the person who is following you. As yout turn you see a figure dissappear into a dark alleyway. You follow him, hoping to catch a glimpse. You slowly creep into the alleyway, not wanting to alert the other to your presence. The stench of feces and dry, hot, garbage is overwhelming and you can almost cannot stand it. You hear something and you turn, to see nothing. Dissappointed, you turn around and as you turn you see a dark figure standing in front of you. He is undescribable and it is as if the darkness is trying to protect him. But he moves, and a shard of light reflects off his face and you can tell who he is.[???]
Justin: There's only so many times that you can continually be beaten until he snaps. He can only be pushed so far, until he falls off of that proverbial cliff, until he can take no more and he simply loses control. There is only so much time before this man simply loses his mind and goes on a rampage unlike any the world has ever seen. And right now, this man is at the end of his leash. The sand is slowly pushing its way to the other end of the bottle and he is quickly losing his patience. Silently, but surely, he is losing his mind and along with it, his self control. But there are too many men to hurt. Too many to exact revenge on. Too many to hurt. There are too many that deserve to feel the brunt of it all, but because there is so little time, they will not. There will only be bits and pieces. Slowly, but surely, it shall come. And slowly, but surely, you all shall fall.
[???]He moves laterally in the darkness, carefully, as not to make noise.[???]
Justin: And so we must journey onwards, after being completely ignored and discarded, after being thrown to the side like a useless piece of gutter trash. We must push forward, putting the things of past times behind us, but always remember, always remembering. We must never forget those that have punished us, and thos that have tried to hurt us, for they must be delivered. They must feel the consequences of their actions. They must be reprimanded for their heinous and foolish actions and for their inexcusable words that have hurt so many. For they, themselves, must be hurt. They must be punished for the pain they have caused others. They must be cut and fed to the lions. They must feel the agony of others. There will be a judgement, and it is coming. Can you sense it? Can you sense your days dwindling down into obscurity? Can you sense your hours wind down into oblivion? Can you feel your life slowly, but surely ending?
[???]You begin to feel scared and you look at him. His eyes cut through the darkness and you stare straight into them, mystified.[???]
Justin: If you do not by now, then you will never understand. You will truly comprehend what has been said and done. For you, are too late. You can no longer be saved, for you are already doomed. Your fate has been sealed and you cannot change it. Your future is as sure as your past and you present as predictable as your future. You have no identity anymore, for you are another face in the crowd of millions, begging for assistance, begging for help, begging for mercy. But you will not recieve any, for you did not show me any. You ignored me when I asked for an extra hand and you shunned me when i asked for a simple moment of your life to listen. You pushed me away when you needed to listen, and now you shall PAY! You shall feel what I have felt and you shall be hurt as I have been hurt. You can no longer escape it, for it surrounds you. It beckons you. It makes you. Feel the pain, for I have.
[???]You break eye contact, for it is too intense.[???]
Justin: You have done the worst that you could have, throwing me aside, casting me away, scorning me. You have done nothing but ignore me and treat me as if I exist not for my happiness, but for your amusement. You think of my life as a joke and you laughat my expense. Well, have your fun now, for it will soon end. While your time has been rich and plentiful, it has been filled with hate, greed, and darkness. There was always a mysterious side to you, but you always hid it, not wanting to show your true colors. But you have shown them to me, and I have seen the real you. I am not afraid. I am no longer afraid of you shadow, for no longer do I hide in it, for you betrayed me. You left me standing there, as a child does, wondering, if you were ever coming back. You have crossed over to the wrong side, and despite my beckons for you to return, you decline. You know not what you miss, for if you did, you would surely come.
[???]He begins to step forward as he speaks.[???]
Justin: You stole from me. You took my dreams, my hopes, my ambitions. You played with my thoughts and acted as if I existed merely as a play thing. You continue to torment me, leaving me wondering, thinking. You leave me no choice but to include you among the many. You force me to make you one of the multitude who have rejected me. I know not what you want, nor who you are, but I do vow this. I do vow that someway, somehow, you will pay. I will do to you as you have done to me. I will treat you as if you too, were a play thing, a stuffed animal in a child's crib. Something to be kicked, and thrown and smashed against the cold hard bars. You are no longer human, because you have lost your dignity. You have lost your self-respect. You hide in the shadows, waiting for a perfect moment to strike, but now you see no moment. You are scared. You know not what to think, or what to do. But soon, my friend, soon you too will be enlightened.
[???]He moves closer, and closer, and you find yourself backstepping, quickly.[???]
Justin: But now I must not only deal with those near to me who mock me, but those who still are strangers to me. They know me not, yet they claim I am nothing. They have never seen me before this, but they call me a failure. They have not even engaged with me before now, and yet they say I will fall to them. They brag on and on about nothing, and yet they mock someone who speaks of something. They mock someone who speaks of a peaceful and quiet time, where justice is dealt with swiftly and peacefully. They would rather live in a world when suffering and pain are a way of life. They do not want to listen to me now, but if they would, they might see the light. They might be able to see what it is I talk about about and preach about, but still they ignore me. And they will ignore this. They will ignore this plee for them to listen and treat it as if it is merely another cry in the dark. Quite to the contrary, as they are the ones in the dark. I sit here in the light, calling to them, beckoning them, hoping that at least one will listen. And one has. He has responded and begun to find himself a new. He has begun on the journey that I have now completed and when enough time has passed, he too will be as I am. He too will feel the overwhelming experience of my daily life. Soon, he too will become chosen, but for now, he learns, and studies.
[???]He is now right in front of you, but you are at the end of the alley and your back is to the street.[???]
Justin: Men speak about that I know and what I feel, when they do not even know me. They do not even LISTEN to me, so how can they tell me what it is that I feel? When they do not understand, how can they tell me what I know? They have not once listened to me, and STILL, they judge me. They throw me to the wolves a bruised man, and they expect for me not to return. They expect my clothes to be torn to shreds and my mind led astray. They expect my body to be woven into many different pieces by the sharp claws of the pack, but they do not expect for me to fight back. They do not expect me to actually defend myself against the pack and to stand up for what is right. They expect me to lay down as the rest have done. Well know this, I am not like the rest. I am far beyond both them and you. I know what it is is like to feel the extra push behind you, the extra blood in your veins, the extra impuleses in your mind. I know what it is like to be in the light, you know not. And so I give you one last chance. Join me, or face judgement.
[???]As he says that last word, you feel a shock to your body, and for once, you feel genuinely scared. You take one more step back and take off down the street, never looking back. The camera fades....[???]
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