Post by convict on Feb 14, 2007 14:38:32 GMT -5
The camera opens to the top of a roof. The night is dark and the moon is full, a light wind blows silently atop the 7 story building, at the corner on the ledge stands “the Beast” Convict. His black combat boots steady upon the concrete ledge, his black leather overcoat flows softly in the wind like a black cape of death. A traditional camel non filtered cigarette hangs from his lips. The amber glow casts an eerie glow upon his scarred face. His ice blue eyes pierce the darkness like cat’s eyes in the light.
Convict: Hey John…hope your buddy Phoenix is ok. Shame you went and did that to him…I know cause I once had a best friend…now granted I didn’t go and beat him up. But that’s the past now…And I figure since were talking about what we would be willing to do to each other…I let you in on a little history of my pal Ringo.
Convict moves his head and peers down upon the busy night time street below; cars hurry to and fro, the glow of the lights leaving a trail behind them like laser beams.
Convict: See Ringo was a great kid; we were both in Juvenile hall together. After we were released we went and committed a lot of armed robberies together. We used to come up to the roof of this very building and split our loot…they were great times…booze, smokes…nothing could separate us…not the law…The world was our oyster my good friend…and we raped and pillaged what we could…
Convict pulls the cigarette from his mouth and flicks it over the edge. His eyes go back to the camera.
Convict: But like all great partnerships in life…things came to an end John…It started as a night just like this one…Ringo and I just got done shoving a 45 into some grandma’s face, for a simple five bucks and some loose change…Old bitch nearly died of a fuckin heart attack…we came up here and Ringo said I could keep it…said five bucks was beneath him…He walked to this corner that I stand upon now looking down. Ringo said there was bigger things he wanted from life…wanted the glory…wanted the fame…I walked up behind him…a cigarette in my hand and confused look. Ringo turned around and leaned against this edge…He told me John…that we could have been great…could run this city…could control our destinies.
Convict pulls another cigarette from pocket and puts it between his lips; he takes a Zippo lighter and cants his head to the side as he sparks a flame from it.
Convict: Ringo started to tell me this great plan that would make us Kings…it was full proof…the mother fucker was a genius…that’s right a fuckin genius. So I walked up close to him and peered over this edge…I grabbed him and threw him from the roof. His body landed in the middle of the street…he was hurting…trying to move, I watched him struggle…then I watched his body go up against a Mac truck…the truck won John…Ringo lay dead.
Convict begins to smile as his eyes continue to pierce at the camera.
Convict: Now John…I consider you a good friend…The kind of guy a pal can trust…can count on in a pinch, ya know what I mean. But John…your getting to ideological buddy…your heads in the clouds…so you hurt a friend…but John finish him off next time…you leave a pal like that breathing it will come back to haunt you…So I figure John…I’ll do my new best friend a favor…I’ll go and have a talk with Phoenix for you…Just me…Him…and …
Convict reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a sharp piece of metal with a crude cloth handle. The metal sparkles and shines the full moon’s reflection.
Convict: This here shank…I’ll even give him a permanent smile for you John…and you wont have to do anything for me…cause that’s what friends do for each other John…we help each other…just like I helped Ringo…And now I’m gonna help you. Take Care John…see you in a few more days…and you’re welcome.
Convict takes a step forward towards the camera as the scene slowly goes black.
[/b][/i][/center]Convict: Hey John…hope your buddy Phoenix is ok. Shame you went and did that to him…I know cause I once had a best friend…now granted I didn’t go and beat him up. But that’s the past now…And I figure since were talking about what we would be willing to do to each other…I let you in on a little history of my pal Ringo.
Convict moves his head and peers down upon the busy night time street below; cars hurry to and fro, the glow of the lights leaving a trail behind them like laser beams.
Convict: See Ringo was a great kid; we were both in Juvenile hall together. After we were released we went and committed a lot of armed robberies together. We used to come up to the roof of this very building and split our loot…they were great times…booze, smokes…nothing could separate us…not the law…The world was our oyster my good friend…and we raped and pillaged what we could…
Convict pulls the cigarette from his mouth and flicks it over the edge. His eyes go back to the camera.
Convict: But like all great partnerships in life…things came to an end John…It started as a night just like this one…Ringo and I just got done shoving a 45 into some grandma’s face, for a simple five bucks and some loose change…Old bitch nearly died of a fuckin heart attack…we came up here and Ringo said I could keep it…said five bucks was beneath him…He walked to this corner that I stand upon now looking down. Ringo said there was bigger things he wanted from life…wanted the glory…wanted the fame…I walked up behind him…a cigarette in my hand and confused look. Ringo turned around and leaned against this edge…He told me John…that we could have been great…could run this city…could control our destinies.
Convict pulls another cigarette from pocket and puts it between his lips; he takes a Zippo lighter and cants his head to the side as he sparks a flame from it.
Convict: Ringo started to tell me this great plan that would make us Kings…it was full proof…the mother fucker was a genius…that’s right a fuckin genius. So I walked up close to him and peered over this edge…I grabbed him and threw him from the roof. His body landed in the middle of the street…he was hurting…trying to move, I watched him struggle…then I watched his body go up against a Mac truck…the truck won John…Ringo lay dead.
Convict begins to smile as his eyes continue to pierce at the camera.
Convict: Now John…I consider you a good friend…The kind of guy a pal can trust…can count on in a pinch, ya know what I mean. But John…your getting to ideological buddy…your heads in the clouds…so you hurt a friend…but John finish him off next time…you leave a pal like that breathing it will come back to haunt you…So I figure John…I’ll do my new best friend a favor…I’ll go and have a talk with Phoenix for you…Just me…Him…and …
Convict reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a sharp piece of metal with a crude cloth handle. The metal sparkles and shines the full moon’s reflection.
Convict: This here shank…I’ll even give him a permanent smile for you John…and you wont have to do anything for me…cause that’s what friends do for each other John…we help each other…just like I helped Ringo…And now I’m gonna help you. Take Care John…see you in a few more days…and you’re welcome.
Convict takes a step forward towards the camera as the scene slowly goes black.