Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2006 14:59:16 GMT -5
Closing Segment: The Final Step – Deceit, and the Crimson End (Credit: Hunter)
Sunday, October 22, 2006
9:54 PM
Lexon: So now you simply have to ask yourself one question…
Hunter looks at the gun for a moment, and then focuses his eyes back on the man sitting before him.
Lexon: ...are you afraid to die?
Hunter says nothing, but he keeps his mind focused on Lexon, and he keeps one finger on the trigger of the gun. Lexon notices his doubt, and in this frail moment, decides to delve deeper into Hunter’s head.
Lexon: Not sure, are you?
Hunter: …I’m thinking.
Lexon: Careful. Too much thinking will simply lead you nowhere.
Hunter scoffs, and then looks at the gun, and then back at Lexon.
Hunter: Yes.
Lexon: Oh?
Hunter: I don’t know how a sane person in his mid-twenties could possibly not be afraid of death.
Lexon: So your excuse is that you still have something to live for?
Hunter: I’d hope so.
Lexon: Interesting. I, on the other hand, am different from you. And yet I still have something to live for.
Hunter: Not for long.
Lexon chuckles.
Hunter: Now enough with your games. Tell me why it was me you chose.
Lexon: Why is it that you care so much?
Hunter: Well I’d like to know why of all people it was I who was fated to be your puppet.
Lexon: Fated?
Hunter: Yes.
Lexon: Ah yes, I forgot your stupid little obsession with fate.
Hunter: It’s not stupid.
Lexon: How can a sane man possibly believe that our lives are predetermined?
Hunter: How can a sane man possibly torture another man throughout his whole life?
Lexon: Ah, touché. But at the same time, I have told you that I believe I am a free man, due to my lack of fear of the end, and my lack of questioning of the beginning. And you are telling me that I am not free to do what I do, and that I am simply following along on a path that was meant for me.
Hunter: Pretty much, yeah.
Lexon: But it is preposterous. Why do you even believe it?
Hunter: Honestly?
He pauses for a moment.
Hunter: Because it comforts me.
Lexon: Comforts? How?
Hunter: Because every single time that something bad happens to me, I know that it happened for a reason, and that one way or another, something good will come of it.
Lexon: You hide from your problems?
Hunter: No. I embrace them.
Lexon: What if you were to die today---
Hunter: I won’t.
Lexon: …hypothetical situation, then. What good will come of that?
Hunter: I didn’t say it would be something good that happened to me.
Lexon: That is quite an arrogant statement.
Hunter: Why?
Lexon: Well why should your death, of all people's, be so important? Why should you change the world?
Hunter: I…I don’t know. Call it a feeling.
Lexon: I call it stupid.
Hunter: Your choice. Well…not really.
Lexon: So then what is your ultimate fate?
Hunter: I don’t know.
Lexon: What do you think it is?
Hunter: …killing you.
Pause.
Lexon: And if I am your sworn enemy, then my fate is to kill you.
Hunter: In which case my fate would be being killed by you.
Lexon: …this is quite a complicated theory you have.
Hunter: Welcome to my world.
Lexon chuckles yet again, and then sighs.
Lexon: It truly is amazing what effect this can have on one man.
Hunter: What?
Lexon: I have been following you your whole life, and after a year or so of knowing that I have been doing these things, you find yourself before me. And you do not even know what to do.
Hunter: …what, is that some stupid fucking joke?
Lexon: Language.
Hunter: Fuck off!
Lexon shakes his head.
Lexon: I am not wrong, and you know this.
Hunter: I came here to blow your fucking face off. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Lexon: Then do it.
Hunter raises the gun to Lexon’s head, and approaches the desk swiftly. He places the tip of the barrel to Lexon’s forehead, and the man before him does not so much as twitch.
Lexon: Do it! What is it that is holding you back?
Hunter says nothing, and simply keeps his eyes on Lexon.
Hunter: It’s kind of odd to imagine it.
Lexon: What?
Hunter: A life without conflict. A life without you.
Lexon: I am sure that you will never see such a life.
Hunter: I’m sure I will. And it’ll be fucking terrific.
And with that, Hunter squeezes down on the trigger…
BANG
Sunday, October 22, 2006
9:54 PM
Lexon: So now you simply have to ask yourself one question…
Hunter looks at the gun for a moment, and then focuses his eyes back on the man sitting before him.
Lexon: ...are you afraid to die?
Hunter says nothing, but he keeps his mind focused on Lexon, and he keeps one finger on the trigger of the gun. Lexon notices his doubt, and in this frail moment, decides to delve deeper into Hunter’s head.
Lexon: Not sure, are you?
Hunter: …I’m thinking.
Lexon: Careful. Too much thinking will simply lead you nowhere.
Hunter scoffs, and then looks at the gun, and then back at Lexon.
Hunter: Yes.
Lexon: Oh?
Hunter: I don’t know how a sane person in his mid-twenties could possibly not be afraid of death.
Lexon: So your excuse is that you still have something to live for?
Hunter: I’d hope so.
Lexon: Interesting. I, on the other hand, am different from you. And yet I still have something to live for.
Hunter: Not for long.
Lexon chuckles.
Hunter: Now enough with your games. Tell me why it was me you chose.
Lexon: Why is it that you care so much?
Hunter: Well I’d like to know why of all people it was I who was fated to be your puppet.
Lexon: Fated?
Hunter: Yes.
Lexon: Ah yes, I forgot your stupid little obsession with fate.
Hunter: It’s not stupid.
Lexon: How can a sane man possibly believe that our lives are predetermined?
Hunter: How can a sane man possibly torture another man throughout his whole life?
Lexon: Ah, touché. But at the same time, I have told you that I believe I am a free man, due to my lack of fear of the end, and my lack of questioning of the beginning. And you are telling me that I am not free to do what I do, and that I am simply following along on a path that was meant for me.
Hunter: Pretty much, yeah.
Lexon: But it is preposterous. Why do you even believe it?
Hunter: Honestly?
He pauses for a moment.
Hunter: Because it comforts me.
Lexon: Comforts? How?
Hunter: Because every single time that something bad happens to me, I know that it happened for a reason, and that one way or another, something good will come of it.
Lexon: You hide from your problems?
Hunter: No. I embrace them.
Lexon: What if you were to die today---
Hunter: I won’t.
Lexon: …hypothetical situation, then. What good will come of that?
Hunter: I didn’t say it would be something good that happened to me.
Lexon: That is quite an arrogant statement.
Hunter: Why?
Lexon: Well why should your death, of all people's, be so important? Why should you change the world?
Hunter: I…I don’t know. Call it a feeling.
Lexon: I call it stupid.
Hunter: Your choice. Well…not really.
Lexon: So then what is your ultimate fate?
Hunter: I don’t know.
Lexon: What do you think it is?
Hunter: …killing you.
Pause.
Lexon: And if I am your sworn enemy, then my fate is to kill you.
Hunter: In which case my fate would be being killed by you.
Lexon: …this is quite a complicated theory you have.
Hunter: Welcome to my world.
Lexon chuckles yet again, and then sighs.
Lexon: It truly is amazing what effect this can have on one man.
Hunter: What?
Lexon: I have been following you your whole life, and after a year or so of knowing that I have been doing these things, you find yourself before me. And you do not even know what to do.
Hunter: …what, is that some stupid fucking joke?
Lexon: Language.
Hunter: Fuck off!
Lexon shakes his head.
Lexon: I am not wrong, and you know this.
Hunter: I came here to blow your fucking face off. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Lexon: Then do it.
Hunter raises the gun to Lexon’s head, and approaches the desk swiftly. He places the tip of the barrel to Lexon’s forehead, and the man before him does not so much as twitch.
Lexon: Do it! What is it that is holding you back?
Hunter says nothing, and simply keeps his eyes on Lexon.
Hunter: It’s kind of odd to imagine it.
Lexon: What?
Hunter: A life without conflict. A life without you.
Lexon: I am sure that you will never see such a life.
Hunter: I’m sure I will. And it’ll be fucking terrific.
And with that, Hunter squeezes down on the trigger…
BANG