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| No More Games - Kijo vs. Mallory | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 8 2015, 08:01 PM (22 Views) | |
| Post #1 Oct 8 2015, 08:01 PM | Neal |
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[There is an audible crackling - white noise; as we fade in on an old 1950s radio as it comes to life and begins to switch between channels. Finally the radio settles on... the aforementioned white noise. Then, the sounds of a baby's cries can be heard amidst the crackling - becoming louder and louder, blending with the noise. Suddenly, another, older female voice cuts into the white noise - calling out...] "Carli..." [The baby's cries intensify, as does the clarity of the female voice; becoming more recognizeable.] "Carli? Shhhhh..." [That female voice, now clearly Kijo's, chuckles coolly.] "Mallory?" [The voice of Kijo calls out to Mallory Adroit this time, as the baby's cries continue.] "Malllllory...?" [The voice goes silent, and we pan out, revealing what looks like what once was a priest's private vestry room within the old St. Peter & Paul Church in Pittsburgh. The room is still dim, but better illuminated compared to the rest of the church. The room is stripped of all its former holy artifacts, now replaced by objects of a more unholy sort. There she is, Kijo; sitting in an old chair. As per usual, she's clad in her plague cloak, the hood pulled down. Deep, black eyes gaze straight into the lens. A wicked smirk plays across her pale lips, surely sending a chill down any viewer's spine.] KIJO: Oh how easy it is to tug at your heart strings, Mallory. How easy it is to find your weaknesses, and exploit them. One need only tune in to The Hole Show... [She rises from her chair and walks over to the old radio on the dresser, switching it off before turning back to face the lens.] KIJO: You parade your family out for all to see - your child, your mother, your husband, and so on and so forth. Spend time with your friends, talk about the bad old days... [Another malice-filled chuckle emanates from her lips.] KIJO: But the more good people you surround yourself with, the better; right? The more people you have watching your back, the more you have to advise and comfort you, the more [makes finger quotes] "normalcy" you will attain, correct? [Kijo shakes her head "no".] KIJO: This is the 21st century, Mallory. Social media is all the rage. Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, oh yes... if you share your life with the world, then your life becomes public interest. [She takes a step toward the lens.] KIJO: And there's no telling what manner of... BEAUTIFUL WICKEDNESS... might turn its gaze toward your way. There's no telling what vile creatures of the earth will stumble across that Pinterest selfie of... "Carli and Me." [She can't help but giggle at the thought. It amuses her at her very core.] KIJO: Foolish child. [...] KIJO: You are undone. You abandoned O'Hatherine to her tears so you could jaw with me. You abandoned Rhodes to a two-on-one beatdown so you could chase after a tape recorder. Your closest friends no longer trust you, Mallory. Joel Edwards and Kennedy Michelle Chambers felt my wrath because of you, too. [She turns and walks back to that old chair, sitting back down.] KIJO: You are an emotional wreak, Mallory. I have you bending and twisting in all manner of directions, trying desperately to react and compensate for the destruction I've caused. The very core of your outlook on this sport, approaching every match defensively and reactively, is your downfall. [A simple nod of her head.] KIJO: Rather than prevent, you respond. You let the world turn, let the men and women around you hurt, and THEN you decide what to do about it. You are truly a coward, Mallory. You fear failure so completely that you fail to take the steps necessary to succeed; to protect those you love so dearly. Maybe I _should_ take your daughter. But even now, hearing that, you probably won't take any measures to stop me. [That wicked smirk returns to her pale lips.] KIJO: Maybe I'm bluffing, maybe not. Either way, you won't lift a finger to prevent it until the act is already done. But at the end of the day, Mallory... [She leans forward in her chair, its wooden frame creaking as she shifts her weight.] KIJO: You are MINE! You have always been mine, Mallory. And come Blood and Steel Chairs... [That smirk widens into a devilish grin.] KIJO: You will be mind... FOREVER! [She leans back in her chair, nodding her head once more.] KIJO: There is no one left to save you, Mallory. No one left to try to help you. October 13th is a fitting date, because it will be most unlucky for you. [She pauses for a beat.] KIJO: You saw what happened to Melinda Rhodes, to Molly O'Hatherine. Now prepare, Mallory. Prepare for the end, because you're going to be begging for it. There is no mercy for you though, Mallory; only pain. Pain unlike anything you've experienced before. I've torn you down at every level, Mallory. And on the 13th, not only will I take your flesh... [Her voice darkens considerably.] KIJO: ...But also your soul. [And with that, we fade out to black.] |
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