Saturday, December 17th, The Midnight Channel
Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Saturday December 17th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
( We're all trapped in a maze of relationships, life goes on with or without you )
When: Midnight, Saturday December 17th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
( We're all trapped in a maze of relationships, life goes on with or without you )
I didn't want it to happen.
I tried and tried, but it was always wrong. Nothing was ever good enough. I was never good enough, and they hurt me so much, all the time I couldn't stand it!
[ His tone, now rising, drops sharply in pitch, to a whisper: ] I couldn't stand it.
[ He looks up, a mop of dirty silver hair and despairing golden eyes staring at the screen. His face is streaked with tears. ]
I had to. I didn't want to, but I had to. They wouldn't stop, and it was the only way.
I killed them. They're dead, and it's my fault. Everything is.
[ His tone, once shaky with tears is smoother now and more assured. Eerie. ]
It's okay, though. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does. I'm glad that they're dead. I'm glad because they deserved it. They're worse than nothing, they're worse than anything I ever was. They hated me, and I was theirs. They deserved to die!
[ He yells it, screams it out in a brutish, guttural voice that no small child could ever hope to duplicate. He falls back and drops his head, as if exhausted from the outburst. Then, suddenly, he starts to shake again, only this time it's not from tears. It's from quiet laughter that slowly crescendos in volume, caustic and insane. ]
You hear me, you bastards? You're all dead. All of you. Maybe it won't be today, or even tomorrow, or the weeks to come, but one day I'll get out. I'll get out, and I'll slaughter every last one of you just because I can.
And once I'm done, I'll kill myself. Because that's it. That's the fucking joke.
[ The child is no more, and a large man clad in leather stares back at the screen, the left side of his face covered by a skull mask. He grins, crass and utterly deranged. ]
All of us are worthless.
[ There's a burst of static before the video cuts out. ]
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She calls him immediately, hoping he'll pick up and that he won't be outside.]
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He answers after the fifth ring, but words don't come. ]
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Livio.
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...Re-l.
[ His voice breaks. He sounds like he's about to cry. ]
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It's all right. It wasn't you.
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He takes a deep breath. ]
What if it was?
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Do you think it is?
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[ So upset. ;A; ]
That- it was Razlo, he's not-
[ A beat. ]
I don't know.
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I know. It's... This is ridiculous.
[She doesn't want him to be hurting.]
But it will be okay. I promise.
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Then, still shaky but calmer- ]
I need to stop it.
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It could be hurting other people!
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Quiet, yet strained: ] It's my responsibility.
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...I'm coming with you.
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