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Lend Me Your Ear
Topic Started: Feb 23 2016, 02:15 PM (83 Views)
Slate

A wall-sized canvas is the first thing we see. As we zoom out, we see that the piece is almost at completion. It appears to be a large picture of a famous painting. However, the shades are different. The classic work blends shades of darker blue hues to invent a beautiful rendition of a star filled evening over a city landscape. Van Gogh was a master at his craft. But this rendition is plagued with shades of red. The painter, seen as the camera zooms out is Slate. He is moving a brush masterfully across the canvas, looking at each stroke as he moves along with the deft excellence of a man who has painted his entire life. As the camera finally reaches its maximum zoom, we see a man seated in a folding chair. His arms are resting on his knees, and he is looking down at the floor as if he is deep in thought. There is no breath coming from the man, a sign that he is gone from this world. A large bloody bandage is noticeable over his left ear. On the opposite side of the room is seated a beautiful blonde haired woman. Her face is shown in an expression of shock, her face clearly caught in mid scream. In her hands she holds a box that would appear to hold chocolates. Slate begins to pace back and forth, apparently now noticing the camera is on. He paints as he talks.

"Vincent van Gogh. An largely known painter from back in the late 1800's. He was a Dutch impressionist painter whose work still captivates today. It also guides the brush of many fine modern artists. As you see here, I have made my own rendition of 'The Starry Night', arguably one of his most famous works. But the man was insane. By all clinical counts the man was a madman. And in his deepest depths of despair and loathing, he worked his best pieces. Now why is that? Why is it we label a man like this mad? Maybe, perhaps, it is YOU who are the crazy ones. Or better yet, perhaps the word is just a label for things we do not quite comprehend."

Slate steps away from his work, now looking at the two people he no doubt had slain. He moves about, looking at them with a judgmental eye.

"Punisher. A man with a mask, hiding from the world? Perhaps he is. I wear my mask for a much different reason. While you use your mask to terrify and vilify yourself, I wear my mask for the exact opposite. What lies beneath this humble mask is far darker than the world before it. I do this to protect you..."


He was standing in front of the man as he spoke, slowly lifting his lifeless head upwards to look it in the eyes. The corpse does not look back, its life far gone. He releases the head and moves over to the woman. He takes the box and reaches inside. In side was no candy or treats. No. A humans left ear, assumed to be the man in the far side of the rooms. He turns towards the camera and drops the box and ear.

"We will make a beautiful piece in the ring Punisher. We shall paint a world of wonder and amusement for these people. And they will watch as I effortlessly dismantle you piece by piece--"

Slate looks off to the side of the room and exhales loudly. He turns back sternly and his tone now sounds angered.

"Ah... it seems we will have to cut this short... I have business I must attend to. This will not do. This simply will not do! Art should NEVER be rushed! Punisher... I trust our masterpiece will not be..."

The camera cuts to black.
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