PHQ-Nickname:
LordAsriel
Halfquake:
Garbage Fort
Level:
17
Total kills:
378,946
Birthday:
May 20th 1991
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| Mood: | alive |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | February 03rd 2006, 19:49:33 |
| Visits: | 1795 |
| Series: | [ Victims' Tragedy ] |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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Description:
This is the second chapter/scene/whatever of the play I started some time ago, and therefore you would enjoy it most (or at least feel nearer to my wishes) if you could read the first one.
Enjoy it or not.
Scene One
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In the same empty dark room Victim#1 and Victim#2 stare at Victim#3 because of the revelation he has just told them. After a few seconds the Voice coughs.
Voice:- Yes indeed, that is quite true. You will see, our massive amount of victims don't have the courage, will, nor intellectual or physical aptitudes as to survive our many traps. Many institutes -for as you should have already deduced, there are many- pick up the most outstanding victim, the one particularly hard to smash, and let him or her live up to his or her own abilities. I have picked up three, and you have been very interesting to my public. This has caused such a budget's increase than...
Just then Victim#2 starts shouting at no one interrupting the Voice's speech
Victim#2:- Shut up! I'll never make a pact with you, do you get it? NEVER!
Frustration arouses in her face as it itself turns red. She spits in the floor before her. Just a second after, Victim#2 falls unconscious. Victim#1 runs towards her while Victim#3 looks carefully at their surroundings. When the Voice starts talking again, it speaks with a barely more loudly... voice.
Voice:- ...such a budget's increase indeed that thanks to you alone we've been able to buy more cualified traps and sing more trustworthy victim supply contracts.
Victim#1 sizes Victim#2 and extracts a dard from her neck. Victim#3, however, starts walking around in cyrcles, then he stops and kicks the nameless (or numberless) victim's body.
Victim#3:- So... What do you want, then? What's that we have to make a choice about?
Voice:- I thought it was quite clear. I mean to give you a better life.
Victim#3:- Even when you do call this a life it doesn't matter, for you have not yet explained yourself. Not that we have anything better to do in the meantime.
Voice:- Muahahahahaha... all right. You may know now, and tell her later, when she wakes up. As you know, my every-day workers are slaves. They are useful, obviously, but they have a great lack of the essential feeling endorsing this enterprise. You three have showed repetitively you have plenty of this feeling. I don't mean intelligence or experience, no, no, I mean the wish of causing pain, more than the wish, the temple to make it happen. What I mean, of course, is...
Victim#2 slowly rises, finishing the sentence with a cold whisper.
Victim#2:- Sadism...
Voice:- Naturally. |
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