[Video] 005
[The screen blinks suddenly to life, static rolling across the video stream until, a moment later, the image settles, becoming focused. What is immediately visible is the old wooden floor of the church ridden with spilled water the color of ink; the basin in the church has been blown apart, or so it seems. Footsteps are then heard, soft and sloshing through the water, viciously kicking debris out of the way. The camera catches what looks to be a pair of leather boots, one rising, settling atop the chiseled remains of some of the scattered stone... before crushing it, sending dust sprawling upward. For a moment the screen is foggy... so when the communicator is tossed, the image is far less dizzying than it would normally have been.]
It has come to this, has it...?
[With a loud THUNK the communicator lands, tumbling a few feet, hitting an old pillar and finally stopping. The dust no longer clouds the screen. Yazoo is visible, if at an awkward angle, drawing his guns out from behind his back.]
You didn't even share, brother... you didn't even share.
If Mother is so important to you, why do you go ahead now... without your brother... and initiate new blood into our flock? You might as well be him, pretending you're more than what you really are....
And here... I thought you hated liars.
[A soft sigh is heard a mere heartbeat before a stream of bullets are fired, rattling the foundation of the church. The blinding glow from each blast leaves the screen shrouded in white and gold for several minutes. Again the communicator is tossed - a stray bullet seems to have caught its' edge, throwing it up into the air. When it lands, all that is visible is the pool of black water, dust skimming its' surface like silver tendrils. When Yazoo speaks again, his voice is once more eerily calm.]
...my dear brother... you're in trouble now.
[Static shoots across the screen, the image rolling a few times before, from lying amidst the water, it cuts out with a low moan.]
It has come to this, has it...?
[With a loud THUNK the communicator lands, tumbling a few feet, hitting an old pillar and finally stopping. The dust no longer clouds the screen. Yazoo is visible, if at an awkward angle, drawing his guns out from behind his back.]
You didn't even share, brother... you didn't even share.
If Mother is so important to you, why do you go ahead now... without your brother... and initiate new blood into our flock? You might as well be him, pretending you're more than what you really are....
And here... I thought you hated liars.
[A soft sigh is heard a mere heartbeat before a stream of bullets are fired, rattling the foundation of the church. The blinding glow from each blast leaves the screen shrouded in white and gold for several minutes. Again the communicator is tossed - a stray bullet seems to have caught its' edge, throwing it up into the air. When it lands, all that is visible is the pool of black water, dust skimming its' surface like silver tendrils. When Yazoo speaks again, his voice is once more eerily calm.]
...my dear brother... you're in trouble now.
[Static shoots across the screen, the image rolling a few times before, from lying amidst the water, it cuts out with a low moan.]