[ Free Agent : Saul Akiva ]
James Saunders
Just your generic free agent post I guess, brand new character so it may
take me a month or so to really figure him out, if you are interested in
seeing some of my other work or the full application contact me...
Everybody gets 15 minutes of fame.
Andy Warhol
[ The screen is black, the emptiness is there for all to see, its only
company is the sound of an encroaching heart beat. ]
[ We are struggling to find our feet, they stumble as our knees knock
together. Our hands shoot out to our sides as the walls come closer
together, the damp stone is coarse on our skin as we are forced to turn
sideways to fit through the leanest of gaps as we continue forwards to a
vast beam of light before us. It flashes on, off, on, off, on, off. ]
[ A voice carefully picks its words, it has a slight accent not easily
recognisable. A deep powerful voice that presents itself with an edge,
always speaking through his exhalations the figure slowly comes into view.
He is sitting in a wooden chair, large hands clasped around the armrests.
His clothing is dark, a sleeveless shirt, dark worn jeans. ]
" My life changed that day, I saw what real people were capable of, what
real, good people could do to one another. And I liked it, I liked the
thought of seeing another mans blood dripping from my fist."
[ We find ourselves in an empty room, a flickering of light illuminates the
unshaven face of our narrator. His frame is strong, a sense of strength
oozes around him like a 16th century halo. He tilts his head to the left and
a rye smile creeps over his square face, he points us in the direction of
the light. ]
[ Click ]
[ Click ]
[ Click ]
[ An old projector casts its tale on the damp stone wall. The pictures are
distorted slightly, and upside down, a woman screams out before another
strike hits her in the face. The sound...chilling. ]
" I was there, looking through that door. 10 years old, my father, my hero.
That was his moment, the time when he just let it all go, his 15 minutes of
fame culminated in a life sentence. First degree murder they called it."
[ We switch back to the man, his broad shoulders twitch as he pushes himself
to his feet and walks towards us. A clearer picture of his face is presented
before us, deep set eyes, dark skin, square jaw, short straight hair. The
flash, flash, flash of the projector haunts the scene like a silent
stalker. ]
[ Another crunch of fist on face rattles off of the stone walls, the figures
eyes remain rooted on us, deep cold blue eyes. Fixed on us, boring a hole
into our souls. His hands come up to his face, a quick glimpse of a
lengthened black tattoo on his left arm before... ]
[ ...A sharp scrape under the eye sends the crimson flowing, the man looks
up once again and wipes his knuckles across his face. The blood seems to
fascinate him, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it into
his palms for a seemingly endless second. ]
[ A sinister sigh. ]
" What do I have left to give? I have given you my blood already, there is
nothing more I can give to this cause. My soul drives me onwards, my body
keeps me on the right path and my blood is my life. What else?"
" I am a man of action not words, I live my life for the 15 minutes of fame
promised to me, I live my life in this moment. No-one can give more than
their blood, their juice, the whole basis of existence. That is what I bring
to the table, a trickle of blood from my eye, a stream of it from my
heart..."
[ A further sigh. ]
" All of it frozen."
[ His eyes slowly close.]
" Im still waiting for my 15 minutes, it will come, we all get it."
[ Click, Click, Click.....Click.........Click..........]
[ The projector reels its final images, the cool icy glare of light that had
illuminated the figure stifle back into the darkness, the man, his face now
just a crimson mask, ducks his shoulders and takes a step backwards, a few
moments of silence more before we hear the creaking of wood as he lowers
himself down into the wooden chair.]
" But Saul Akiva? I can make time stop, I can make that 15 minutes seem like
a lifetime. I WILL make it seem like a lifetime for all of you. You will all
learn the same way that I have, by the fist, by the fight, by the fallen.
That is the only way you can learn."
[ Fade to black. ]
You must learn to protect yourself before you can offer protection to
others.
james.s...@btopenworld.com
AOL - MidgetOnIce
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