RE: One Page thread
September 21, 2012 at 4:28 pm
(This post was last modified: September 21, 2012 at 4:43 pm by Reforged.)
BLOOD ON THE PARCHMENT
Ellens face is filled with a look of terror and disbelief.
"But why Tony? Why did they have to die?"
Tonys face was filled with a barely contained rage, far from the cool, calm and gentle newspaper critic Ellen had come to know so intimately. His voice now dripped with a venom that had remained hidden below the surface for many years.
"They were all monsters, every last one of them. Not a drop of humanity left in them."
Tears stream down Ellens face, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Is this the man she had married?
"They were human beings Tony! They had lives!"
Tony flinched visably for a moment. He knew his wife wasn't entirely wrong. What right had he to have taken a human life? He regained composure.
"Someone had to, someone had to stop them. They would of been the end of us all. Do you remember what they did Ellen? To us? To our friends? Our family? How could you deny that it was anything other than justice?"
Ellen shaked her head, the tears glisten as they fall.
"No Tony. No. Justice isn't what you did. The way you did it, the sheer looks of terror on their faces... you slaughtered them like animals. Thats not justice, not in any world."
She threw the photos that had haunted her dreams every night since she had first found them in the glove compartment.
"Look at them Tony..."
He does so. His eyes scan every sordid feature of the photos and with every twisted and tortured face he shivers and feels himself die alittle inside. Michael Bay splattered in an explosion of breasts, Brian Robins made to dress up as a Norbert and then forced to choke on his own shit, George Lucas spitroasted with a giant novelty lightsaber.
There are so many more but Tony turns away at the one of Michael Bay, unable to meet her gaze.
"... They deserved it... they ruined so many films for so many people..."
Ellen is enraged by this response.
"Don't you turn away you son of a bitch! Look at them!"
Tony breaks down, overcome with guilt and disgust at what he had done. He fell to his knees sobbing "Oh God." uncontrollably. Ellens anger subsides, she can't hate him. Not even after what he has done and especially when she herself had dreamt about doing the same thing a thousand times. She gets down to his level and holds him, her shoulder wet with his tears.
"I'm so sorry Ellen. I couldn't do it. I couldn't let them get away with it."
Ellen brushed his cheek to wipe the tears.
"Its ok, shhh. Its alright. We can fix this, nothing has to change."
Tony looked at her with relief.
"Really?"
"Really. No-one gives a fuck about George Lucas for a start."
Comforted by this knowledge he smiled and held his love close to him. His thoughts calmed; Nothing has to change, everythings going to be alright...
Ellen snapped Tonys neck brutally.
"Oh Tony, how naive you were to think that fucking George Lucas in the arse with a novelty lightsaber till he succumbed to internal injuries wouldn't come back to haunt you... and besides..."
Her face melted and Ellen was no more. In her place was a strange, almost alien figure with the cold, emotionless eyes of a souless killer.
"I don't like critics."
With that Steven Spielberg steped over Tonys limp and lifeless body and left without another word.
Ellens face is filled with a look of terror and disbelief.
"But why Tony? Why did they have to die?"
Tonys face was filled with a barely contained rage, far from the cool, calm and gentle newspaper critic Ellen had come to know so intimately. His voice now dripped with a venom that had remained hidden below the surface for many years.
"They were all monsters, every last one of them. Not a drop of humanity left in them."
Tears stream down Ellens face, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Is this the man she had married?
"They were human beings Tony! They had lives!"
Tony flinched visably for a moment. He knew his wife wasn't entirely wrong. What right had he to have taken a human life? He regained composure.
"Someone had to, someone had to stop them. They would of been the end of us all. Do you remember what they did Ellen? To us? To our friends? Our family? How could you deny that it was anything other than justice?"
Ellen shaked her head, the tears glisten as they fall.
"No Tony. No. Justice isn't what you did. The way you did it, the sheer looks of terror on their faces... you slaughtered them like animals. Thats not justice, not in any world."
She threw the photos that had haunted her dreams every night since she had first found them in the glove compartment.
"Look at them Tony..."
He does so. His eyes scan every sordid feature of the photos and with every twisted and tortured face he shivers and feels himself die alittle inside. Michael Bay splattered in an explosion of breasts, Brian Robins made to dress up as a Norbert and then forced to choke on his own shit, George Lucas spitroasted with a giant novelty lightsaber.
There are so many more but Tony turns away at the one of Michael Bay, unable to meet her gaze.
"... They deserved it... they ruined so many films for so many people..."
Ellen is enraged by this response.
"Don't you turn away you son of a bitch! Look at them!"
Tony breaks down, overcome with guilt and disgust at what he had done. He fell to his knees sobbing "Oh God." uncontrollably. Ellens anger subsides, she can't hate him. Not even after what he has done and especially when she herself had dreamt about doing the same thing a thousand times. She gets down to his level and holds him, her shoulder wet with his tears.
"I'm so sorry Ellen. I couldn't do it. I couldn't let them get away with it."
Ellen brushed his cheek to wipe the tears.
"Its ok, shhh. Its alright. We can fix this, nothing has to change."
Tony looked at her with relief.
"Really?"
"Really. No-one gives a fuck about George Lucas for a start."
Comforted by this knowledge he smiled and held his love close to him. His thoughts calmed; Nothing has to change, everythings going to be alright...
Ellen snapped Tonys neck brutally.
"Oh Tony, how naive you were to think that fucking George Lucas in the arse with a novelty lightsaber till he succumbed to internal injuries wouldn't come back to haunt you... and besides..."
Her face melted and Ellen was no more. In her place was a strange, almost alien figure with the cold, emotionless eyes of a souless killer.
"I don't like critics."
With that Steven Spielberg steped over Tonys limp and lifeless body and left without another word.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die."
- Abdul Alhazred.
- Abdul Alhazred.
