Post by grockadoc on Jul 15, 2008 11:49:25 GMT
The camera cuts to a place unfamiliar to the fans and staff. A lone mountain range surrounded by desert, howling winds creating sandstorms and weird sounds as it makes its way through the mountains. The camera gets obscured by the sandstorm before it focuses on one of the mountain peaks, an eerie light etched onto the side can be seen. The camera zooms in towards the light revealing a cave, with a fire burning. A man is standing at the edge of the cave, silhouetted against the warm light of the burning fire.
The man stands there, scanning the flat, treacherous plain of sand, looking for any sign that indicates that the man who had sent him a note is on his way. He stares down at the narrow pathway, looking at the only entrance to the cave he calls home. Being a recluse, he cant recall the last time he had conversation with a person. He turns around and walks back to the comfort of his den and surveys the architecture. Rough stone walls covered with drawings form an ancient tribe wiped out from existence by the expansion of civilization. He sighs and sits down in front of the fire, pulling out the note that the stranger had left. He scans it thoroughly before reading it for the umpteenth time.
You dont know me. I intend to keep it that way, however i must see you immediately. I need some information that you have the knowledge of. I will meet you at your hiding place next week, just after midnight. Tell no one of this meeting or i will have to do something i might regret.
He stares at the neat, tidy scrawl and realizes that it must be a man to have such writing. He places the note on a stone he carved for a table and sighs. He feels his face, unshaven and unwashed, he feels the dirt, the hair and the wrinkles that were not there when he had left twenty four years ago. He lets out a shuddering breath and stares out of the cave, gaze directed at the moon. He notes the positioning and figures it must be coming up to midnight. Eleven Thirty at most. He walks over to a bare wall with a crack in it and finds a fingerhold. He uses it to lever open a door containing his food supplies. Taking extreme care he feels the texture of a leg of meat, before shutting the door and placing the leg of meat into the fire to cook. He turns around and sees a strange man at the entrance of the cave, red eyes glowing. The recluse stares transfixed on his eyes, feeling himself paralyzed, crouched in front of the fire. The strange man enters, light flooding his face, showing his rugged good looks and muscular physique. The fans cheer upon recognizing Lachlan Smith.
Lachlan: So hermit, perhaps you are wondering why a big shot like me is gracing your presence? I have questions. You are the only one that can answer them.
The hermit stares at him, before breaking his gaze and getting to his feet. He turns around, eyes tracing the man up and down for any sign of recognition. After not seeing any familiar markings or sights he breathes in a long deep breath and turns away from the man with great difficulty. He walks towards a seat, carved from stone and sits, facing the man, scrutinizing and observing him.
Recluse: Who are you?
Lachlan stares at the man, smiling. He shakes his head, indicating he will not reveal his identity. He sits in front of the fire, blocking out the mans gaze, hiding from the hosts scrutiny. He stares into the fire, and feels his face glow with warmth. He seems amused by the flickering flames before he stops and stares through the flames, towards the hermit. Although he cannot see him, he feels his heartbeat pulsating, growing more rapid by the minute.
Lachlan: Relax old man, i will only hurt you if you give me a reason to.
The man lets out a long sigh of relief. He gets up, sits the opposite side of the fire and grabs a stick. He pokes it into the flames, testing the meat. He withdraws it, not satisfied and lays it down, before gazing into the fire at the newcomer.
Hermit: You say i have the answers to your questions and yet, you have not spoken a word about what questions these are.
Lachlan: Quieten down! The reason i am here is to discover the truth about my childhood. I have retrieved information from my crazed psychotic bitch of a mother and she mentioned your name. Do you recognize the name Elizabeth Smith?
The man lets out a gasp of shock and gets up and starts pacing around the cave nervously, trying to put his answer together without letting on. He turns and faces Lachlan, who immediately knows the answer from the look on his face. Lachlan stands up and walks towards him. He grabs the recluse and pins him against the wall, breathing heavily.
Lachlan: How do you know her?
Recluse: If you must know, i slept with her 24 years ago. She was crying on the corner, drunk and a bag of Methamphetamines by her side. I took advantage of her.
Lachlan is seething with anger and chucks the guy across the room. The guy screams in pain on landing after a loud snap is heard. The man clutches his limp right arm, obviously broken from the impact.
Recluse: I-I-I t-t-thought you said you wouldnt hurt me until i gave you a reason to!
Lachlan stares at him, seething. He calms down and starts laughing. The guy stares at him horrified before trying to escape the cave. He crawls his way to the entrance before Lachlan grabs his foot and drags him back into the cave.
Lachlan: She was my mother you stupid asshole! You abused her! You raped her! You gave her that whole bag of drugs to make sure she stayed unconscious so you could have your way with her! Thanks to you, she had a stroke and is stuck in a permanent vegetative state because of those drugs!
Lachlan loses control of his emotions and charges at the man, punching in the jaw. The guy lets out a squeal of pain and clutches his jaw. Lachlan picks him up and boots him in the face, breaking his nose and making the hermit squeal for mercy.
Lachlan: Mercy! HA! Did you show my mother mercy you pathetic weasel?
Lachlan reaches down before picking the man up and chokeslamming him into the flames. He puts his fut on the guys chest and listens with a sick sense of enjoyment coming form his cries of pain. After about 5 minutes, the cries die down as the guy lets out his last breath of life, before his eyes glaze over, life drained, body engulfed in flames, skin withered and blackened. Lachlan gets up and walks towards the mouth of the cave. He turns back and sees the body of the recluse slowly disintegrating into ash.
Lachlan: Well, i may not have discovered my childhood truth but hell, it was fun while it lasted. After putting up with this curse for the last 21 years of my life, i think i can handle it from now on. However, one thing i did not expect was to find my mothers attacker. Oh how sweet this day is. I have no remorse for killing him. In fact, that has ignited a new sense of power and hunger in me that ICW had better watch out because this is my world. No doubts at all. You live because i let you live. You breathe because i let you breathe. Your time is slowly coming to a close. TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK. Better hurry, times running out!
EOT
The man stands there, scanning the flat, treacherous plain of sand, looking for any sign that indicates that the man who had sent him a note is on his way. He stares down at the narrow pathway, looking at the only entrance to the cave he calls home. Being a recluse, he cant recall the last time he had conversation with a person. He turns around and walks back to the comfort of his den and surveys the architecture. Rough stone walls covered with drawings form an ancient tribe wiped out from existence by the expansion of civilization. He sighs and sits down in front of the fire, pulling out the note that the stranger had left. He scans it thoroughly before reading it for the umpteenth time.
You dont know me. I intend to keep it that way, however i must see you immediately. I need some information that you have the knowledge of. I will meet you at your hiding place next week, just after midnight. Tell no one of this meeting or i will have to do something i might regret.
He stares at the neat, tidy scrawl and realizes that it must be a man to have such writing. He places the note on a stone he carved for a table and sighs. He feels his face, unshaven and unwashed, he feels the dirt, the hair and the wrinkles that were not there when he had left twenty four years ago. He lets out a shuddering breath and stares out of the cave, gaze directed at the moon. He notes the positioning and figures it must be coming up to midnight. Eleven Thirty at most. He walks over to a bare wall with a crack in it and finds a fingerhold. He uses it to lever open a door containing his food supplies. Taking extreme care he feels the texture of a leg of meat, before shutting the door and placing the leg of meat into the fire to cook. He turns around and sees a strange man at the entrance of the cave, red eyes glowing. The recluse stares transfixed on his eyes, feeling himself paralyzed, crouched in front of the fire. The strange man enters, light flooding his face, showing his rugged good looks and muscular physique. The fans cheer upon recognizing Lachlan Smith.
Lachlan: So hermit, perhaps you are wondering why a big shot like me is gracing your presence? I have questions. You are the only one that can answer them.
The hermit stares at him, before breaking his gaze and getting to his feet. He turns around, eyes tracing the man up and down for any sign of recognition. After not seeing any familiar markings or sights he breathes in a long deep breath and turns away from the man with great difficulty. He walks towards a seat, carved from stone and sits, facing the man, scrutinizing and observing him.
Recluse: Who are you?
Lachlan stares at the man, smiling. He shakes his head, indicating he will not reveal his identity. He sits in front of the fire, blocking out the mans gaze, hiding from the hosts scrutiny. He stares into the fire, and feels his face glow with warmth. He seems amused by the flickering flames before he stops and stares through the flames, towards the hermit. Although he cannot see him, he feels his heartbeat pulsating, growing more rapid by the minute.
Lachlan: Relax old man, i will only hurt you if you give me a reason to.
The man lets out a long sigh of relief. He gets up, sits the opposite side of the fire and grabs a stick. He pokes it into the flames, testing the meat. He withdraws it, not satisfied and lays it down, before gazing into the fire at the newcomer.
Hermit: You say i have the answers to your questions and yet, you have not spoken a word about what questions these are.
Lachlan: Quieten down! The reason i am here is to discover the truth about my childhood. I have retrieved information from my crazed psychotic bitch of a mother and she mentioned your name. Do you recognize the name Elizabeth Smith?
The man lets out a gasp of shock and gets up and starts pacing around the cave nervously, trying to put his answer together without letting on. He turns and faces Lachlan, who immediately knows the answer from the look on his face. Lachlan stands up and walks towards him. He grabs the recluse and pins him against the wall, breathing heavily.
Lachlan: How do you know her?
Recluse: If you must know, i slept with her 24 years ago. She was crying on the corner, drunk and a bag of Methamphetamines by her side. I took advantage of her.
Lachlan is seething with anger and chucks the guy across the room. The guy screams in pain on landing after a loud snap is heard. The man clutches his limp right arm, obviously broken from the impact.
Recluse: I-I-I t-t-thought you said you wouldnt hurt me until i gave you a reason to!
Lachlan stares at him, seething. He calms down and starts laughing. The guy stares at him horrified before trying to escape the cave. He crawls his way to the entrance before Lachlan grabs his foot and drags him back into the cave.
Lachlan: She was my mother you stupid asshole! You abused her! You raped her! You gave her that whole bag of drugs to make sure she stayed unconscious so you could have your way with her! Thanks to you, she had a stroke and is stuck in a permanent vegetative state because of those drugs!
Lachlan loses control of his emotions and charges at the man, punching in the jaw. The guy lets out a squeal of pain and clutches his jaw. Lachlan picks him up and boots him in the face, breaking his nose and making the hermit squeal for mercy.
Lachlan: Mercy! HA! Did you show my mother mercy you pathetic weasel?
Lachlan reaches down before picking the man up and chokeslamming him into the flames. He puts his fut on the guys chest and listens with a sick sense of enjoyment coming form his cries of pain. After about 5 minutes, the cries die down as the guy lets out his last breath of life, before his eyes glaze over, life drained, body engulfed in flames, skin withered and blackened. Lachlan gets up and walks towards the mouth of the cave. He turns back and sees the body of the recluse slowly disintegrating into ash.
Lachlan: Well, i may not have discovered my childhood truth but hell, it was fun while it lasted. After putting up with this curse for the last 21 years of my life, i think i can handle it from now on. However, one thing i did not expect was to find my mothers attacker. Oh how sweet this day is. I have no remorse for killing him. In fact, that has ignited a new sense of power and hunger in me that ICW had better watch out because this is my world. No doubts at all. You live because i let you live. You breathe because i let you breathe. Your time is slowly coming to a close. TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK. Better hurry, times running out!
EOT
