[???]We are all imperfect. Whether it be physical or mental, we have them. Sometimes we are born with them, sometimes we earn them over time, but there is something wrong with everybody. They're muscles may be too big because of a performance enhancing drug. They're brains might be deformed because of a complication during pregnancy. Or sometimes, the problem is neither physical nor mental, but psychological. Some of us think too highly of ourselves and others do not think enough of themselves to speak with others. Society calls them outcasts. We call them friends. We call them brothers. Everyone is the same, whether we know it or not. We are all from the same mold and we are all connected in some way. Some are more distant than others, but for the Human Race to be happy as a collective, we must realize that. We must realize that we are NOT alone, no matter what we think. There is always someone out there for you, despite what others have told. And they can laugh at you now, but some day, you'll be the one laughing Always remember that.[???]
[???]As the voice fades, the view fades in....We see an industrial city. THe smoke stacks line the horizon and the smoke blankets the night sky. Nevertheless, the moon shines through. As we look around, you find yourself on the ground, looking up at an old 5 story building. You shutter and try to warm yourself as the breeze flows by, bringing a cold chill to the the air. After warming up, you look to your right and left, seeing nothing. You sigh, but as you begin to look dowanwards, you see a bright flash or orange light to the right of you. You turn to see an alleyway almost illuminated by some type of strange yellow, red, and orange light. You begin too slowly move towards the light, trying to peek around the corner with every step. Your feet clank against the sidewlk as you step towards the light. You get closer and closer and you finally get to the alleyway. As you peerk around the corner, you see nothing. There is no one there, at all, but there is a large trash can, with a fire bruning inside the red can. But there is no one there, who lit it?[???]
[???]Suddenly, a voice comes out of the darkness. His voice is strong, yet soft and caring. The voice is sweet, but harsh. He speaks to you as if you know him well.[???]
Voice: There is but one thing on my mind, one thing above all the other thought. You. You rest there as if I can't get rid of you, no matter what I do. But I don't want to. I don't want to walk away. Not now, it's too close. We are too close to the time. The time when You shall find the true meaning of revenge. The time when you shall learn what I have taught you. You may not want to listen, but you shall. You may not want to feel it, but you will. Tonight will be a night of redemption, of revenge...But maybe you're right. Perhaps I am beating the horse dead. Maybe I am saying the same things over and over. But there is a reason. There is a reason why I continues to tell you that I will not be denied, that you will not suceed. I am trying to warn you. The ones in the past may not have heeded my warning but they are gone now, and if they do still lay around, they are shells of their former selves. I am trying to keep you from making the same mistakes....You must realize something. I do NOT hate you. I do NOT despise of you like I have some in the past. Yes, I don't like you, but I don't like a lot of people. But I still do NOT hate you. I only wish that you could realize that. My anger, is simply a response. A response to the constant battering. The constant torture. I do not wish to kill you, but I do wish to teach you what. I am simply trying to save you, because deep down inside, I know that you couldn't do that. You may have done it last week, but I even doubt whether you were there at Insurrection. I have known you for a while and at one point, we were friends, but now it seems your actions have changed us. And now, I MUST hurt you. I must cause you misery and agony. I must teach you what it was like to be me. I must teach you what it IS like to hear me.
[???]. A growl is heard amongst the darkness, almost like a fierce animal. There is a sense of tension and anger in the air as the voice picks up.[???]
Voice: AHHHHHHHHHHH! I can't take it anymore. I'm starting to lose it. You just have to keep at it. You just have to keep barking and yelling. You can't let me rest in peace until tonight. You have to speak once more. You think that you have gotten the last word, but you haven't. I have more to say now than ever...I'm SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF YOU! I'm sick of your constant bullshit about YOUR PAST IS YOUR SOUL! FUCK THAT! MY PAST IS MY OWN PERSONAL HELL! BUT YOUR FUTURE SHALL BE YOURS! THIS WILL NOT END TONIGHT! OH NO! THIS WILL GO ON AND ON AND ON UNTIL I SHOW YOU WHAT I MEANT BY PAIN! IT WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I SHOW YOU WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT WHEN I SAID SUFFERING! YOU WON'T SEE THE END OF THIS UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE!...I've tried to control myself, but you won't let me. You won't let me alone. And that's fine with me, because as with him, you also doom yourself. You also doom yourself to life of ME! I'm never going to let you out of my sights. I'm always going to be there. And I won't leave until I have you looking over your shoulder every damn minute. I'm not going to walk away from you until you understand everything that I've said, because you haven't listened to a single word! You've went on and on and on about NOTHING the whole week and now you think that you are prepared. You think that by taunting me, you've made yourself the better man. Well think about this, you, yourself, know that I have not always been the most stable of human beings, and last week seemed to push me closer and closer to the edge. And now you, continue to blast ME and EVERYTHING that I have done! You're only pushing me farther over the edge. You're only quickening the pace. Sooner or later, I'm going to drop off that edge, and I'll make sure that you're there.
[???]Two hands appear from the darkness. They warm over the fire as the voice returns.[???]
Voice: You're right. I never want to go back there. I never want to go back to the place where I had to struggle for so long, just to eat. I never want to go back to the place where I nearly killed myself, to provide shelter for MYSELF. I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK THERE BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I WAS! That is my past! YOU ARE MY FUTURE! YOU'RE PAIN IS MY PLEASURE! EVERY SCREAM THAT COMES FROM YOU, I SMILE! EVERY YELP FOR HELP, I LAUGH! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S IN TROUBLE! I'M NEVER LEAVING YOU ALONE! NEVER!....And this is it. Tonight, you versus me. Sadistic Pawn vs. Homicidal Madman....But you know, that's all you are, a pawn. A pawn in his cruel game. You mean nothing to him. He is merely using you to get to me. He could care less what I do to you, tonight, as long as you did something to me last week. He doesn't want to have to deal with you after tonight, but you're still going to go CRAWLING back to him. You're still going to walk back to him, begging, asking for help, and forgiveness, because YOU DROPPED THE BALL. You couldn't get the job done. And after tonight, he'll have no use for you. He'll have no emotion. He'll simply dismiss you as he has so many others. Don't believe me? Don't. But I've been there. I've been his pawn before. I've been his soldier, and yes, I've failed for him. But I'm glad I did, because had I not, I'd STILL be his twisted pawn, to do with as he pleases...You've already lost because during all of this, you lost the most important thing that one can ever had. Themselves. You are no longer Trent Storm. You are just a face in his army.
[???]The hands disappear back into the darkness and a slight laugh is heard. You loko behind you but see nothing there. As you turn your head back around, the voice is there to meet you.[???]
Voice: You don't belive in me. You don't think that I can do it. You think I will ultimately fail. You think, like all the others, that I will fall the ground. You think that I can never be one of the select few that are remembered forever. You underestimate me.
[???]The voice emerges from the darkness to reveal himself to be Just Sane. You see nothing but his face as he speaks to you for the last time.[???]
Sane: Do not underestimate me, for...Your Future Is As Certain As Your Past And Your Present As Predictable As Your Future!
[???]Sane laughs as he Steaps back into the darkness. You are left there standing distraught and perplexed, not knowing what to consider this. As you stand there, thinking, wondering, the camera fades....[???]
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