Post by Kyle on Dec 1, 2015 15:15:21 GMT -5
Jeff Purse was pacing backstage, his iPhone pressed to his ear, genuine concern across his face as he listened to the person on the other line.
Jeff Purse: Are you sure you're fine, honey? I can call a babysitter to help if you'd like--
Jeff is cut off, the look of despair worsening on his face. He gives a weak grin, as if Kari could see it.
Jeff Purse: Only because I care. For you and for Patrick.
Another pause as Jeff stops short of his locker.
Jeff Purse: Love you too. I'll see you soon.
The phone clicks as the call is ended on the opposite end of the line. With a sigh, Jeff Purse sets the phone down atop his open bag. Then, with one last glance at its black screen, Jeff Purse turns and makes for the exit. The camera watches from behind as Jeff pushes open the door and slips out, letting it close slowly behind him. It was about to close completely when suddenly a hand reaches into the small opening, catching it.
A moment later, Nathan von Liebert, who hadn't been seen since XIII, steps in and mimics his rival by letting the door close behind him.
He moves over to the phone and picks it up with his hand, his left hand, and slides a finger across the screen. Tapping the iMessages, he scrolls down, with the camera watching over his shoulder the whole time in silence, until he finds the name he was looking for: Kari. From the side, the camera picked up the beginnings of a grin as Nathan begins to type.
The three dots hold for long, tense moments, until the picture arrives. It was a side shot of Kari, tired and worn out, with little Patrick laying atop her chest, his tiny face turned towards the camera with the eyes closed. Nathan's finger runs across the visible contours of Kari's chin on the screen as his grin widens.
NvL: My son . . . I cannot wait to meet you.
A second message pops up below the photo.
Nathan sits there, phone in hand, until the screen manually goes dark. Then, placing it back where he had taken it, the God rises to his feet. Looking at the camera, he shrugs.
NvL: XIII was a fantasy, Jeff, a fabrication where good withstood evil, erasing it from the world. But we've stepped into reality once more, my reality, where I get what I want when I want.
Nathan holds up a single finger.
NvL: I'll see you at One, Jeff. Bring little Patrick, would you? I'm just dying to meet him.
And with that, Nathan steps off-screen, as the camera zooms in on the black phone before darkness envelops the feed.
Jeff Purse: Are you sure you're fine, honey? I can call a babysitter to help if you'd like--
Jeff is cut off, the look of despair worsening on his face. He gives a weak grin, as if Kari could see it.
Jeff Purse: Only because I care. For you and for Patrick.
Another pause as Jeff stops short of his locker.
Jeff Purse: Love you too. I'll see you soon.
The phone clicks as the call is ended on the opposite end of the line. With a sigh, Jeff Purse sets the phone down atop his open bag. Then, with one last glance at its black screen, Jeff Purse turns and makes for the exit. The camera watches from behind as Jeff pushes open the door and slips out, letting it close slowly behind him. It was about to close completely when suddenly a hand reaches into the small opening, catching it.
A moment later, Nathan von Liebert, who hadn't been seen since XIII, steps in and mimics his rival by letting the door close behind him.
He moves over to the phone and picks it up with his hand, his left hand, and slides a finger across the screen. Tapping the iMessages, he scrolls down, with the camera watching over his shoulder the whole time in silence, until he finds the name he was looking for: Kari. From the side, the camera picked up the beginnings of a grin as Nathan begins to type.
| Honey, just one more thing. What? Can I have a picture? Of you and Patrick? The baby is fine, Jeff, I promise I know, I know. I just want a photo. To warm my heart ... |
The three dots hold for long, tense moments, until the picture arrives. It was a side shot of Kari, tired and worn out, with little Patrick laying atop her chest, his tiny face turned towards the camera with the eyes closed. Nathan's finger runs across the visible contours of Kari's chin on the screen as his grin widens.
NvL: My son . . . I cannot wait to meet you.
A second message pops up below the photo.
<3 I love you too. Soon. |
Nathan sits there, phone in hand, until the screen manually goes dark. Then, placing it back where he had taken it, the God rises to his feet. Looking at the camera, he shrugs.
NvL: XIII was a fantasy, Jeff, a fabrication where good withstood evil, erasing it from the world. But we've stepped into reality once more, my reality, where I get what I want when I want.
Nathan holds up a single finger.
NvL: I'll see you at One, Jeff. Bring little Patrick, would you? I'm just dying to meet him.
And with that, Nathan steps off-screen, as the camera zooms in on the black phone before darkness envelops the feed.
