[???]There's nothing to be said.[???]
[???]The camera fades in and you begin to see a dark black. Your eyes clear and you can see that you are staring at the sky. It's black, in the night and flashes of lightning can be seen. All of a sudden, you begin to hear thunder in the background. Your body begins to shake and your feet start to move backwards. You walk backwards until you run into something. You feel scared. Your back hurts after hitting something hard and you move your hand to rub it, but it comes across an object first. It's hard and cold, almost metallic. As you glide your hand over it, you must past it and you feel something rough and warm underneath your clammy hands. As your hand continues down the line it comes to something that feels plastic and cold. Your hand stays there are you turn around. You see that your hand is on his shoulder and that he is sitting on a park bench. The darkness surrounds him, but a light above him illuminates the bench.[???]
[???]He turns to you and speaks.[???]
Sane: Still no answer. Still you ignore me. As if I don't exist. Why is that? Why not answer my question? I asked you simply. I expect an answer, but yet, I sit here, alone, still wondering. Wondering why. Wondering what. Wondering when. But where has it gotten me? Where have all the questions placed me? You wear the gold, but I don't want it, not yet....I am without the one thing that I have wished since day one, the one thing that has haunted my thoughts since the new dawn. I have no revenge. None, at all. He got away unpunished and I am supposed to let that happen? I am supposed to allow him to walk away?! I WOULD RATHER ROT IN HELL!....Heh, I bet you think that was the end. I bet you think that it's all over, that you got away scott free. I bet..no I KNOW that you're home laughing your ass off because you think that you were able to hurt me without getting hurt. HA! WAKE UP BECAUSE THIS HAS ONLY BEGUN! WE HAVEN'T COME CLOSE TO THE FINISH! 3 MONTHS OF TORTURE! 3 MONTHS OF AGONY! 3 MONTHS OF PAIN! AND IT'S SUPPOSED TO ALL END IN ONE NIGHT?! FUCK NO!...You see, my end has already come and gone, but you seem not to know your end. You leave and return, leave and return, never knowning when to quit. They try to themselves of you, but it doesn't work. WELL THIS IS IT! I'M GOING TO DO THE DIRTY WORK NOW! NO LONGER WILL I LET OTHER PEOPLE DO THINGS FOR ME! THIS IS MY LIFE, MY CAREER, MY SANITY! IT'S ALL ON THE LINE! MONDAY NIGHT SHALL BE THE BEGINNING! I WILL DETERMINE THE END!
[???].You remove your hand, scared.[???]
Sane: I tried. I really did. I ONCE AGAIN laid my warnings to the people, but no one listned, but most importantly, he didn't listen. You ignored my words and laughed at my warnings. It's like you think this is a big joke. Well wake up JUNIOR! This is nothing for little boys with big dreams. This is about men with violent intentions. Violent intentions that include you, MISSLE. They all want what you have and you think that they'll all fall below your mighty will. And why? Because you beat you beat three men in one night? Fool...You don't even know what you speak of. You think that you will be ranked among the greats because you will it to be. Well you must first learn something. You must leaen to listen and interpret. You must learn to be wary and mindful, not foolish and brash. You cannot rush into everything because you think you are on top of the world. I thought I was going into Insurrection. I thought that no one could touch me, that I could laugh my way to the top...WELL I WAS WRONG! I LAUGHED MY FUCKING WAY INTO THE HOSPITAL! AND WHY?! BECAUSE I TRUSTED! I TRUSTED JIMMY! I TRUSTED GARY BROWN! I TRUSTED EVERYONE AND THEY ALL BETRAYED ME! THEY ALL SCREWED ME OVER! WHY?! HUH?!...Why? Why did they totrture me so? Why me? Why was it I who was thrown through the windshield? Why was my dream taken from me because of greed? Why do I have to be the punching bag? WHY CAN'T I PUNCH BACK?! HUH MISSLE?! HUH?! YOU WANT TO ANSWER ME OR IGNORE ME?! WELL ONE THING IS FOR SURE! YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME ON MONDAY! NOT MONDAY!
[???]A fire gors in his eyes as he yells, but he looks at you and calms down as if you help him.[???]
Sane: You moron. You idiot. You incompetent fool. Don't you realize that I've already done what you've done. I've already held it high above me, worn it around my waist, and rested it on my should. I've felt the emotional and physical weight of it. I've experienced the hardships that come with it, albeit for one week, but I was there. I won it. I held it. I beat him. Whether he agrees or not. Whether the record books say it or not. Whether you believe it or not. NONE OF THAT MATTERS! Because I know. I know what happened and so do you. But, I'm still not like those men mentioned. I'm still not like them. Because I do not chase after it. I don't fathom ways to get it back. I don't imagine of how it will feel when I hold it over my head, not yet. Maybe I will, but not yet...It sits on your shoulder so perfectly, like a dream. It's like it was meant for you hold that belt and all the trials and tribulations have been just that and you've been destined for glory since day one. Is that it? Was I right? Is that how you feel? Does it feel perfect? Does it feel like it was meant to happen? Of course it does. What else would it feel like?! You're on top of the world, for now. You're the king of the hill, looking down on everyone from high atop your thrown of hopes and dreams. But you don't know that soon those dreams and hopes will start to loosen and you will begin to lose faith, and that is when you'll be knocked down. That is when they'll attack you like ravid wolves. They'll try to hurt you and they will. And why? Because you'll let them. You won't know what else to do. They'll be a day when you won't know how to fight back. That's the day that everything will crumble. And you will wonder if it's worth it. You'll wonder if it's the end. That is when you will be tested. Not last sunday, not monday. That day is when you will be measured and ranked...That day shall come at my hands.
[???]He stands from the bench, still facing you, never moving his stare. He faces you as he speaks.[???]
Sane: Battles. Won and lost. Wars. Still unfinished. Minds. Tortured. Men. Hurt. This is the way it must be with you. The past scars the future and thus we may never be on the same side, because we will always be enemies. We will never be friends. We will never be allies. Respect cannot fix the rift between us and for this, we will do more damage to each other than help. We will destroy each other and for what? Why? HUH? Ultimately, all we are is ashes and dust. We can't over come it, no matter how much we try. It is our fate, our end. But maybe it does matter. Maaybe religion is right. Maybe what we do now affects what we do then. Maybe all of this crap about heaven and the afterlife is really right. And maybe all you are is a pathetic poser attempting to cover up his faults by strutting around and showing us your one accomplishment ad nauseum. But then again, I could be wrong. I could just babbling on and on about nothing, much like the rest of the crowd....You see, the past is the past and while it does mark us in the future, it does not mark me. It does not contain me to false convinctions of idiocy and laughter associated with my past. Rather, it teaches me. It teaches me of my mistakes, my misjudgements and my earrant judgements. It is as if the past is a mentor to me. I listen to it. I learn from it. I apply it. It changes me. For the worse. For the better. Only I know. But now, my past shows me nothing. Never before have we come across this before. Not together. Never just us. Always an outside force interfering. And so I must make my own future, built on the present.
[???]He gets up and turns from you. He walks off into the darkness as the camera fades.[???]
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