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Date Posted: 16:19:02 06/09/03 Mon
Author: No name
Subject: Re: 123
In reply to: 456 's message, "123" on 15:49:59 06/09/03 Mon

{With such great sorrows and woe will the world ever reach the ideal, desirable outcome? The one with the power to relinquish the dark�s hold on humanity has been drowned with a terrible ailment. Will he recover for the beginning of his �crusade?�....

....We open up within a dim room which has quite a eerie tone with a small light which seems to be a fireplace, viewing towards a window into a cloudy evening. Every few seconds three faint thuds can be heard in quick succession. Nothing can distinguish the where the house is located, the only real clue is a pine tree. At this moment the clouds pass to a full moon which gives a little illumination into the room, making a crack which slashes diagonally down the window and a mark then shows something was thrown at it, quite visible. As we turn to view more of this room, a softened sound of what seems to be opera music, a very depressing song in the least, which adds to the all ready unnatural atmosphere. This room is in disarray, pictures have been thrown from one end to the other, the couch has been turned on it�s back. A chair is seen broken into many pieces within one corner of the room, along with a small table and broken lamp. The only object that is without a scratch on it is a solitary chair sitting in front of lit fireplace, a radio that�s placed above the fireplace on a mantel, is where the music is coming from. Half of a ripped picture is seen placed on the mantel within a cracked glass frame, with closer inspection we find that it�s Mike Allen, his left arm is outstretched, looking to be over somebody�s shoulder, yet the other half is nowhere to be seen. When moving away from the mantel piece, a quick glimpse from besides the fireplace shows us something being bounced off the ledge of the fireplace. When turning in that direction we see Mike Allen, wearing only jeans and white tanktop, who�s bouncing a small ball, first against the ground then off the ledge and catching it. Quite frankly he�s more focused on his thoughts while staring blankly at the chair. Though to really understand the situation at hand we�ll have to go back in time....

Two and a half months earlier

....It�s quite a beautiful day in late March in the same cabin, the same opera music playing as we stare out the same window. Mike Allen walks by wearing a black business suit, while fixing his blue tie. We follow him towards the fireplace, where a we find a beautiful brunette sitting on the chair reading a novel. Mike finishes fixing his tie.}

Allen: Emily, how do I look?

{Mike spreads out his arms as Emily looks up from her book, closing it while keeping a finger within the page to keep her place, then smiles while looking Mike up and down.}

Emily: Normal

Allen: Funny�.I'll pick up something for dinner, got to get going or I'll be late for my interview.

{Mike bends down, placing a hand on her shoulder and kissing her forehead as she smiles}

Emily: Good luck honey.

{Mike then closes the door behind him as he leaves the house as we move to view through the window, just to see Mike walk by. A door to a car is heard being opened and closed, the engine soon starting up, then driving off, a faint sound of thunder is heard for a brief instant. After a few moments a dark figure is seen walking not to far off towards the house wearing a black trench-coat and hood which just covers this individual's face. After disappearing from view a knock is heard at the door and Emily getting from the chair while turning off the radio as we fade to black...

...We fade back into the house viewing through the same window into a very stormy evening. The pine tree blowing to and fro as thunder crashes, lightning blaring through the sky, showing a very violent downpour. Headlights soon can be seen coming into the driveway as a car rolls past the window and coming to a stop. A few passing moments brings Mike Allen barging through the door, soaking wet, mumbling about the weather and traffic as he takes the bags he�s carrying to the kitchen table. He takes off his jacket, throwing onto a nearby chair, combs his rain slicked hair with his hand and looks around, then calling out after not seeing Emily within the living room.}

Allen: Emm, sorry I�m late, the traffic and weather back home were a bitch. Picked up Chinese...

{Mike starts to dig into the bags and pulls out some of the food, waiting in hopes of an answer. After a brief passing of time he stops unpacking, looks up, while listening.}

Allen: Emm?

{Again he stops for a moment to listen in hopes for an answer........nothing. He shakes he�s head slightly with a small grin while looking at his watch and beginning to walk towards the staircase where his bedrooms are. He speaks out, more to himself}

Allen: C�mon it�s not that late to be sleeping.

{As we fallow Mike up the stairs, he starts to whistle in no particular theme as he enters the third room on his left. Placing his right hand against the side of the door opening he calls in softly �Emily .� Yet when we turn past Mike�s to view the room, it�s in very neat order, apparently Emily�s room. Mike looks around the room with a perplexed look. He turns around slowly and goes to his room, while passing a bathroom, which he quickly looks into to notice it was unoccupied. With a somewhat quickened step Mike goes into his room, calling Emily�s name once again, no one, the room just as undisturbed as the other. With a quick turn he darts to the other four rooms upstairs calling out Emily�s name within each, without avail. Mike then runs towards the stairs, running down them as he quickly searches the first floor of his house, finding nothing in his frantic state. Mike stops by a kitchen window by the door he came into, a flash of lightning brings into Mike�s field of vision outside, what seems to be faint surviving remnants of boot-prints leading to the doorway. Mike stares wide eyed outside while he starts to pat the counter to his right, until he finds a drawer, which he pulls open. Looking inside he takes out a gigantic knife, then turning around to get a better view of his vicinity. With the better awareness he notices a piece of paper that is stuck to the back of the chair Emily was sitting on when he left earlier. He slowly makes his way there while still keeping an sharp eye on everything. He reaches the paper which appears to be a note as we turn to view his face. As he reads many emotions take hold of Mike; sadness, fear, yet for the most part anger. Looking up he wrinkles the paper with his free hand with a vary sickened face of hurt and pain, looking towards the window a solitary tear rolls down Mike�s face. Just as the scene fades to black, a clap of thunder blasts through the stormy night, Mike drops the paper and knife, breathing heavily as anger consumes him....crashes ensue....

....We fade back into the present, viewing Mike Allen, a tear dropping down the same eye with the same raged filled stare, directed at the chair. He ceased bouncing the ball, which he�s holding in a clinched right hand as we once again delve into Mike�s inner psyche....}

Allen:....why?....why?....For Christ�s sake why???....

{Mike looks up and speaks out into the open with a grim sadness}

Allen: You know I still love you....right?....

{Within a quick moment from looking towards the ceiling he hits his forehead with his open left palm as he turns, placing his back against the wall so the fireplace is at his side, holding his head, grabbing a fistful of hair....as we once again go back into Mike�s thoughts....}

Allen: Have to push this aside for now....but it�s hard!....Focus on Brett Archer....Why? It�s TLS I want! He took Emm away....oh my love....You don�t get it do you?....TLS is not coming back....it�s Chase you want....for all you know he could of a been a accomplis within these deed. Need I remind you; She isn�t coming back....get your ACT TOGETHER!! She deserted you my friend....

{....dead silence...}

Allen:...see....you�re starting to accept you�re pain and discomfort....use it to you�re advantage....you began with BeGrod....continue with Archer....she�s....gone....YES!!!....

{Allen�s pose starts to change through this whole �speech� from that of sorrow to complete anger, anguish, noticeable twitching, grinding of teeth.}

Allen:....Archer is in your way for extracting your revenge upon the one�s who did the wrong...use to YOU�RE ADVANTAGE........advantage....revenge....in my way is Archer....how am I going win?....you�ve got to FIND A WAY!! Use you�re anguish and relentlessness to get back to her....it�s your ONLY WAY...

{Mike begins to slowly nod while whispering with a raspy voice; �yes�}

Allen:....just remember....Archer my not be the only one that stands in your path for revenge....DESTROY HIM!!....pain....boy....you do show some promise....BE relentless, BE ruthless....Above all show....no....meerrrrccy....

{Mercy comes out of Allen�s mouth, as well as a thought, as a rash, irritating, hateful filled comment as he gets up slowly. We watch Mike as he walks past the chair then up the staircase. When he is out of sight, the chair becomes focused as we see the other half of the picture, stuck to inside-back of the chair by the same sword of a knife from two and a half months ago, stabbed through the individual�s forehead. The person in the picture is........Emily. Fade to black}

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