Post by rapture on Apr 15, 2021 11:04:21 GMT -5
Our scene opens on a dark night, somewhere in an unknown wooded area. A light drizzle falls gently on to the treetops, adding a soft pitter-patter to the eerie quiet that hangs as heavy as the fog that is slightly rising from the ground to meet the raindrops that have maneuvered their way through the canopy of leaves.
A rustle of leaves breaks the silence.
VOICE-OVER: For far too long, I have been haunted. By the incessant chatter of those, who find themselves too high and mighty. The belligerent cackles of those, who think they are above and beyond the common man.
From the darkness, we catch a glimpse of a young girl running through the trees. Her long brown hair is drenched and hangs sloppily over her shoulders. Her white sleeveless tank top is soaked enough that her light blue bra is clearly visible beneath the material. Mud stains on her fashionably-torn jeans shows she has fallen onto the ground at one point or another.
VOICE-OVER: They never noticed me. They always thought they were better than me. Ignoring the young man. Spitting on the young man. Shoving him in lockers.
The girl breathes heavily as she stops and presses her back up against a tree, her eyes darting back and forth...looking for a way out.
VOICE-OVER: But they can not play these games any longer. No more will I hide away from the masses. No more will I slink away from the prying eyes of the elite. Now, I will stand before them and I will show them the same amount of mercy they showed me...none.
A man in a dark hoodie can be seen slowly moving through the trees, following the path of the young woman. His face is hidden behind a dirty white mask, with a toothy-smiley face drawn on it, what appears to be blood splattered on the side. In his right hand, looks to be a knife.
VOICE-OVER: Because where I was once the hunted...I am now the hunter. And the name I now go by is two fold. While I find joy and pleasure in taking out my enemies and all those who snear in my direction...I will also be sending them to their next plane of existence. I will assist them in their own...personal...Rapture.
The girl peeks around the tree and sees that the man is maybe only ten feet away. She lets out an ear piercing scream and takes off running. But within seconds, she trips over a fallen tree branch and falls hard to the ground...only slightly being cushioned in her fall, from a bed of fallen brush.
VOICE-OVER: And I begin my journey at Project: Honor. One night, I will take part of a Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal. There, I will have the opportunity to rip my opponents apart...before throwing them over the top rope and send them down through a wooden table. It would be almost symbolic. I send them into rapture by throwing them into the air...and by their own misdeeds and the hate that lay heavy in their heart, gravity fulfills the other half of the equation and sends them crashing through the wood...and the cardboard...and the cookies.
The girl screams as the man catches up to her and hovers slightly over her, gripping his knife tightly.
VOICE-OVER And as the tables lay broken around the ring and Rapture stands victorious...Fallout will see it has a new man to look up to. But I will not look down upon them, as they have all undoubtedly looked down upon me already. I will not request that they cheer for me and honor me as their savior. Because my bloodlust will not end there.
He raises his knife into the air as the girl closes her eyes.
VOICE-OVER: I will take my new found glory and I will bring it to Proving Ground’s pay-per-view days later. I will help two other men who have no doubt, been looked down upon. Who no doubt, have been made to feel inferior. Who no doubt, have been given little to no chance...against the prideful and egotistical assholes...Cadillac Jones...Emmanuelle...Lance Williams.
Quickly he brings the knife down, repeatedly driving it into the chest of the female.
VOICE-OVER: And then everyone...
The man pauses for a moment and looks down at the girl, noticing no blood. He brings the down down onto her again, listening for the sounds of the knife tearing through her flesh. Only to hear plastic-on-plastic and the sound of a spring being constricted and releasing over and over again.
RAPTURE: What the hell?
He stands up straight, brings the knife up to himself and presses the tip into his own abdomen...watching as the blade retracts into the handle...then back out as he pulls the knife back. It is a retractable prop knife.
DIRECTOR: CUT!!!
Rapture looks up as a few set lights kick on and some people rush in to help the young lady, back to her feet.
DIRECTOR: What the hell happened out there, Jonny?
The camera pans out and we see a white middle-aged man walk onto what is clearly a filming location.
JONNY: Wha?
The director turns to his left to see a man dressed like Rapture, walk into the scene with his mask up and eating a donut, a coffee in his left hand.
DIRECTOR: Wait...then who is that?
The director points at Rapture, who is standing there like a deer in a spotlight.
DIRECTOR: SECURITY!!!
Rapture takes off from the set, running past Jonny and grabbing his donut on the way past.
VOICE-OVER: ...will know the face of Rapture.
The camera watches as Rapture ducks and maneuvers past the two overweight security guards who try to grab him, before running off into the distance.
A rustle of leaves breaks the silence.
VOICE-OVER: For far too long, I have been haunted. By the incessant chatter of those, who find themselves too high and mighty. The belligerent cackles of those, who think they are above and beyond the common man.
From the darkness, we catch a glimpse of a young girl running through the trees. Her long brown hair is drenched and hangs sloppily over her shoulders. Her white sleeveless tank top is soaked enough that her light blue bra is clearly visible beneath the material. Mud stains on her fashionably-torn jeans shows she has fallen onto the ground at one point or another.
VOICE-OVER: They never noticed me. They always thought they were better than me. Ignoring the young man. Spitting on the young man. Shoving him in lockers.
The girl breathes heavily as she stops and presses her back up against a tree, her eyes darting back and forth...looking for a way out.
VOICE-OVER: But they can not play these games any longer. No more will I hide away from the masses. No more will I slink away from the prying eyes of the elite. Now, I will stand before them and I will show them the same amount of mercy they showed me...none.
A man in a dark hoodie can be seen slowly moving through the trees, following the path of the young woman. His face is hidden behind a dirty white mask, with a toothy-smiley face drawn on it, what appears to be blood splattered on the side. In his right hand, looks to be a knife.
VOICE-OVER: Because where I was once the hunted...I am now the hunter. And the name I now go by is two fold. While I find joy and pleasure in taking out my enemies and all those who snear in my direction...I will also be sending them to their next plane of existence. I will assist them in their own...personal...Rapture.
The girl peeks around the tree and sees that the man is maybe only ten feet away. She lets out an ear piercing scream and takes off running. But within seconds, she trips over a fallen tree branch and falls hard to the ground...only slightly being cushioned in her fall, from a bed of fallen brush.
VOICE-OVER: And I begin my journey at Project: Honor. One night, I will take part of a Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal. There, I will have the opportunity to rip my opponents apart...before throwing them over the top rope and send them down through a wooden table. It would be almost symbolic. I send them into rapture by throwing them into the air...and by their own misdeeds and the hate that lay heavy in their heart, gravity fulfills the other half of the equation and sends them crashing through the wood...and the cardboard...and the cookies.
The girl screams as the man catches up to her and hovers slightly over her, gripping his knife tightly.
VOICE-OVER And as the tables lay broken around the ring and Rapture stands victorious...Fallout will see it has a new man to look up to. But I will not look down upon them, as they have all undoubtedly looked down upon me already. I will not request that they cheer for me and honor me as their savior. Because my bloodlust will not end there.
He raises his knife into the air as the girl closes her eyes.
VOICE-OVER: I will take my new found glory and I will bring it to Proving Ground’s pay-per-view days later. I will help two other men who have no doubt, been looked down upon. Who no doubt, have been made to feel inferior. Who no doubt, have been given little to no chance...against the prideful and egotistical assholes...Cadillac Jones...Emmanuelle...Lance Williams.
Quickly he brings the knife down, repeatedly driving it into the chest of the female.
VOICE-OVER: And then everyone...
The man pauses for a moment and looks down at the girl, noticing no blood. He brings the down down onto her again, listening for the sounds of the knife tearing through her flesh. Only to hear plastic-on-plastic and the sound of a spring being constricted and releasing over and over again.
RAPTURE: What the hell?
He stands up straight, brings the knife up to himself and presses the tip into his own abdomen...watching as the blade retracts into the handle...then back out as he pulls the knife back. It is a retractable prop knife.
DIRECTOR: CUT!!!
Rapture looks up as a few set lights kick on and some people rush in to help the young lady, back to her feet.
DIRECTOR: What the hell happened out there, Jonny?
The camera pans out and we see a white middle-aged man walk onto what is clearly a filming location.
JONNY: Wha?
The director turns to his left to see a man dressed like Rapture, walk into the scene with his mask up and eating a donut, a coffee in his left hand.
DIRECTOR: Wait...then who is that?
The director points at Rapture, who is standing there like a deer in a spotlight.
DIRECTOR: SECURITY!!!
Rapture takes off from the set, running past Jonny and grabbing his donut on the way past.
VOICE-OVER: ...will know the face of Rapture.
The camera watches as Rapture ducks and maneuvers past the two overweight security guards who try to grab him, before running off into the distance.