[???]Tortured as a child. Laughed at as an adolescent. Ignored as an adult. Always running. Always hiding. No more.[???]
[???]As the camera fades in you can begin to see simple colors, red, black, white, yellow. You can hear claps of thunder in the background. As the view clears up you recognize the black as the clouds covering the night sky and the yellow and white as the flashes of lightning illuminating the evening. The red though, is still undetermined. You look down and you see some type of red liquid. You kneel down and place your fingers in it, feeling it's texture. You bring it up to your nose and smelling it. You see that there is a trail of it along the concrete ground. You stand and walk, following it and you see it dripping from something. You follow it upwards and there you see him, sitting there, the red substance flowing from his cut above his eye. The scar above his eye has been re-opened and somehow and the blood is slowly dripping out.[???]
[???]He turns to you and speaks.[???]
Sane: What does it really mean? Huh? What does all of this "respect" really mean? We're still going to tear each other apart and we still don't like each other. One will still feel that feeling in the pit of our stomachs after the match. The feeling that reminds you that you've been embarassed by someone that you knew you could beat two days ago. So what does it have to do with anything? What effect does it have on our performance, our effort? Does it have any place at all or is it merely put in place in order to preserve order and prevent the chaos that would obviously reign? But is the order that reigns now better than the chaos of then? Perhaps it creates more tension and hate than it tries to dispose of. Maybe all of this fucking bullshit that goes on about respect is just a cover for a deep dark hatred. Did you ever think of that? Or have you already considered that? Maybe you fully believe and support my theory. Maybe you laugh at it and consider it to be a joke. Maybe I'm babbling on and making no sense, again. But one thing is for sure. The respect that I once had for you, whether illusive or concrete, will fade as you become more and more corrupt. As you distance yourself from us, we will ignore you, leaving you to your asanine games and incompetent praises. We will walk away from you, leaving you desperate and looking for help, and you will wonder if he'll be there for you, comforting you. I already know. I know what will happen then, while you think that you know what happens now.
[???]He feels his cut and wipes the blood from above his eye and down the side of his face, a red residue still remaining. He stares at it momentarily and continues.[???]
Sane: You're confusing yourself with every word and you're pulling yourself in multiple directions. You don't know what to say, what to answer to, who to answer to. And why? Because it's settling in. You're settling in. You like wearing it. You like the honor and prestige that comes with it, but you also like the power that comes with it. You like the fact that you can dictate whatever you want, to whomever you want, or at least you think that you can. Your mind has changed and so have your thought patterns. You're not sweet and innocent. Rather, you're foolhardy and brash. You're rushing into things that you can't even comprehend and that will cost you, dearly. Not because of yourself, but of what it has done to you, what it has made you. You see, you still don't understand that it makes you. It molds you into the holder that it wants. And when it gets tired of resting quietly on your shoulder, it will dispose of you, one way or the other. You'll think that it was just luck, but then, if you're smart, you'll take a step back from the chaos and look at what you've created and what you've become. Look at how much you've changed and how ruthless that you've become. Glance back at the damage that you have done and the trusts the you've broken. Review the lost respect. Look deep inside yourself and look at the tortured soul that you've become. Then, finally, think back to now. Remeber what I said. Remember my warnings. Remember my attempts to keep you from hurting yourself. Think about them. Ponder them. You will see that I told nothing but the truth. For, as a great man once said, the truth shall set you free.
[???]He looks at you, his mind still faded, wondering where exactly he is. He looks around and you do too. You see nothing but black, except over him. It's as if a light shines on him.[???]
Sane: Still, no answers. Still I wait for you to answer my many inquiries. And why? Why is it that you refuse to answer? Why do you continue to assume that I won't notice, that I'll just ignore it. I won't. I'll continue to ask. I'll continue to annoy you until I finally get my fucking answers. I'll continue to talk until you respond. But what I don't understand is STILL why. I don't know why you wouldn't answer. You have nothing to hide. Why not answer my simple fucking questions? Why not just get it over with? Are you scared of the answers? You obviously know something that I don't and are afraid to reveal it. But again, WHY?! Why would you hide it from me? I only tried to help you, to warn you, yet you ignore me and scorn me. It's as if I don't exist. Why would you treat me like that after all that I've done for you? I try to be a nice guy. I try to keep you from hurting yourself. AND WHAT DO I GET?! I GET FUCKING IGNORED! AGAIN! AND FOR NO FUCKING REASON!....After all you said about understanding and knowning about what I went through, you do this. You lied. You never knew. You couldn't possibly know. There's only one way to know and that's to experience it. Would you like to experience it? Would you like to feel the cut of glass against your cheek? Would you like to feel the pain of your only friend betraying you? Because if you do, I'll be sure to arrange it. And then we'll see if you know me like you think you do. We'll see if you know who I am and what I've been through like you claim to know. We'll see.
[???]You look down at his hand and you can see that it is curled into a ball. The fire in his eyes has grown bigger, the blood flow is beginning to slow however.[???]
Sane: You really want to don't you? You really want to push me over that edge like he did. You want me to fall into the pit of hate and anger that I was in? Do you want me to be as angry at as I am at him? Do you want me to yell and scream at you like did to him? Is that what you really want to see?! HUH?! IS IT?!...You want a reason for my loss? You want to know why i failed to advance Sunday? Well have you ever been in so much pain that you could barely stand for ten minutes without a shots of pain ringing through your body and your legs giving out?! Do you know what it's like to know that you're going into something that you know you have no shot of winning?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I FELT LIKE BEFORE SUNDAY?! HUH?! DO YOU?! OF COURSE YOU DON'T! I knew that I had no shot against Gary, not in that condition. I knew that I wouldn't be the one walking out with it, but do you think I cared? Do you think that is what I wanted the whole time? DO YOU?! If you do, then you are sadly mistaken, because as i said, I don't want it. I only want revenge against the man who has turned me into the psychotic madman that I have become. No longer can I control my outbursts. No longer can I laugh. No longer can I joke about another's inane flaws. Now, everything is in a new light, a darker light, a bleeker light, a disturbing light. And things can never change. Things can never go back to the way they were. Only one man can control me. Only one man can handle me. And that man is gone, far gone and he is never coming back. No matter how much I want him back, how much you want him back, how much he wants to come back, they'll never let him back in. And do you know why? Because they're scared of him. You're scared of him and you're scared of me. You know what we could do and so you seperate us. But no matter. I'll do it for him. And I'll start with you. You will be the first and then he shall follow. Prepare.
[???]The light dissappears and he too fades into the distance and as the camera fades all you can think about is the pulsating scar with the blood seeping from it, like a beating heart, cut and hurt....[???]
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