Post by valon on Aug 6, 2009 7:54:15 GMT -5
The camera cuts into a church where a priest is delivering his sermon. He stands still praying for a few moments, then the people leave in a large pack chattering about inaudible gossip. Valon peers through his tiny slits of eyes and looks at them leave. He whispers in a quiet voice, a voice devoid of any emotion.
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"Fools."
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The final person leaves, a young woman who smiles at Valon. She nervously closes the door, creating utter silence in the room.
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"You, cameraman. I know you are wondering why I took you here. It is time for an explanation."
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Valon starts pacing the pews, sliding his hand along them gingerly as he passes. He stops in the centre and looks at the windows, spinning slowly in a clockwise direction as he looks back at the camera.
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"This is a land of hope, a land of good-will and peace. This is my sanctum, a place I can go to when all is lost."
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Valon gently walks through the centre, the camera having a side on view.
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"At this time I have a tranquil centre. My rage can be controlled in an environment much like this one. I can hold up my head with pride, and look at those unworthy of these heavenly pleasures with contempt. My brother, he used to look at me differently, as I did to him. We walked seperate paths. He went into a life of debauchery, sin, and general wrongdoing. I am truly the bastion of all that is right in this world. I am the reflection of what God wants for us all. Please, let us sit and pray."
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Valon sits down, leaning against the pew and whispers a few words, followed by amen.
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"The difference between us is that I have god on my side. I am different to the others- especially my brother. His sins sicken me to my very core. He may be a Jones, but he has not followed the life set out for him. I followed it to the letter."
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The man stands up and walks back to the altar, clutching a knife in his hand.
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"And sacrifices must be made in my life. As my blood flows through me, it is the holy blood descened from a noble bloodline. A bloodline which continues through history into royalty itself. This blood shall open the coffers and unlock the true key to freeing this world of its disgusting habits."
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He raises the knife and pulls it along his arm, smiling with great passion. He stops, frowning, to look at the camera.
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"Why waste my blood?"
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The camera zooms out to show the knife is made of rubber.
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"I am not a normal plebian. I am holy. I will show the world that sin is not acceptable. I may be a Jones- but I am the lighter side. I pray to thee that you will consider adding me to this federation, 'MWA' as you people call it. I will usher in a new age of brilliance, of great majesty! You will all understand my vision soon enough... Valon arrives to this hellhole to clean the slate once more and free the gentle spirits of this place, and let them rise under god's will!"
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He stops with his dramatic prose, the motions the cameraman towards the door.
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"And if my goals must be achieved through violence and hatred towards my fellow man... then I will do what has to be done."
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With that, he picks up a candlestick and swings it laterally at the cameraman. The cameraman screams as the camera drops to the floor, catching the side view of Valon tossing the man around like a ragdoll, with a stern look on his face. Black.
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"Fools."
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The final person leaves, a young woman who smiles at Valon. She nervously closes the door, creating utter silence in the room.
-
"You, cameraman. I know you are wondering why I took you here. It is time for an explanation."
-
Valon starts pacing the pews, sliding his hand along them gingerly as he passes. He stops in the centre and looks at the windows, spinning slowly in a clockwise direction as he looks back at the camera.
-
"This is a land of hope, a land of good-will and peace. This is my sanctum, a place I can go to when all is lost."
-
Valon gently walks through the centre, the camera having a side on view.
-
"At this time I have a tranquil centre. My rage can be controlled in an environment much like this one. I can hold up my head with pride, and look at those unworthy of these heavenly pleasures with contempt. My brother, he used to look at me differently, as I did to him. We walked seperate paths. He went into a life of debauchery, sin, and general wrongdoing. I am truly the bastion of all that is right in this world. I am the reflection of what God wants for us all. Please, let us sit and pray."
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Valon sits down, leaning against the pew and whispers a few words, followed by amen.
-
"The difference between us is that I have god on my side. I am different to the others- especially my brother. His sins sicken me to my very core. He may be a Jones, but he has not followed the life set out for him. I followed it to the letter."
-
The man stands up and walks back to the altar, clutching a knife in his hand.
-
"And sacrifices must be made in my life. As my blood flows through me, it is the holy blood descened from a noble bloodline. A bloodline which continues through history into royalty itself. This blood shall open the coffers and unlock the true key to freeing this world of its disgusting habits."
-
He raises the knife and pulls it along his arm, smiling with great passion. He stops, frowning, to look at the camera.
-
"Why waste my blood?"
-
The camera zooms out to show the knife is made of rubber.
-
"I am not a normal plebian. I am holy. I will show the world that sin is not acceptable. I may be a Jones- but I am the lighter side. I pray to thee that you will consider adding me to this federation, 'MWA' as you people call it. I will usher in a new age of brilliance, of great majesty! You will all understand my vision soon enough... Valon arrives to this hellhole to clean the slate once more and free the gentle spirits of this place, and let them rise under god's will!"
-
He stops with his dramatic prose, the motions the cameraman towards the door.
-
"And if my goals must be achieved through violence and hatred towards my fellow man... then I will do what has to be done."
-
With that, he picks up a candlestick and swings it laterally at the cameraman. The cameraman screams as the camera drops to the floor, catching the side view of Valon tossing the man around like a ragdoll, with a stern look on his face. Black.