Post by Twister on Jul 5, 2006 20:45:04 GMT -5
(The sound fades in as the screen stays black. A sharp scraping sound can be heard. It is a melodic sound accompanied by a grunt after the scrape. Then something lands. This continues for a while. After a while it almost seems to fade into background static. The cameraman jerks to attention as the screen finally shows a picture. An ear splitting scream is let loose in the general vicinity. The camera pans frantically, looking for it. The cameraman’s heavy breathing can be heard as he steps forward. He takes a step before stumbling forward and face planting in soft dirt. He gets up quickly and tried to wipe the lens the best that he can. The sky is black and the ground is soft as we hear him lift each foot forward. A final, louder scraping sound is heard behind the cameraman, he quickly turns and is met with a man’s face extremely close the camera. It is Twister. His hair is soaking wet and he has mud all over him. He releases a deep, exaggerated breath, which momentarily fogs the camera. We can see that he is wearing a tight black T-Shirt and a black pair of jeans when the fog is gone. He has an irritated look on his face.)
Twister: What the hell do you think you’re doing here?
(His voice cuts through the night air like a shotgun.)
Cameraman: Well I was told…
Twister: I don’t give a rat’s ass. Get the hell out of here.
(Twister forces the camera down towards the ground with his hand. We can hear Twister mutter a few words that he doesn’t want the camera to hear, the only words made out are “break your neck”)
Twister: You know what? Just turn that camera off.
Cameraman: Bu…
Twister: NOW.
(The cameraman presses a button.)
Cameraman: Ok, it’s off.
Twister: How dumb do you think I am? I see the bloody light. You know; the one that says recording? Yeah; that one. Turn it off before I turn it off for you.
Cameraman: It’s a free country…
Twister: But it’s not a free camera is it?
(A scuffle is heard before the view of the camera changes from the ground to the air.)
Twister: They say the bad guys wear black.
(The camera is thrown and lands with a crack. The visuals go out, but the audio remains working. Squishing footsteps are heard. The cameraman’s meek voice is heard.)
Cameraman: Did he hurt you, baby?
(The voice of Twister can be heard softly.)
Twister: You’re tagged and can’t turn back.
(The screen goes black, but then comes back on to the sight of many reeds, and tall grasses. The sound of a stream is heard from behind the camera. The grasses are spread and the camera lens is stuck through. The screen is temporarily blinded by a bright flame. As it recovers, we see a rather large fire. We can see a black figure standing next to it, screaming.)
Cameraman: There the bastard is.
(Then camera zooms in on the figure. It is Twister. He has a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his right hand. His other hand is held up in the air in a fist. We can see him pouring the whiskey from high up in the air. We can’t see where it is going, or if he is drinking any.)
Cameraman: Damnit.
(He slowly goes through the reeds and walks forward and around, so as not to be seen. He finds a new spot so he can see twister from the other side of the fire. Twister has a bunch of syringes and other drug items, and the last is a picture of J-X, which has doodles all over it from the love/hate relationship he shared with WCF. He drops them all into a grave-like pit. He pours some more alcohol on top. He reaches down and picks up a large branch, which he also soaks with alcohol. He dips it in the fire where it is instantly set ablaze. He studies it closely, with his face inches from it, before simply dropping it in the pit. He walks away, towards the camera, with his head down. A flame erupts from the pit, lighting up the night sky. He looks up towards the sky and screams at the top of his lungs.)
Twister:
Deed is done again, we’ve won
Ain’t talking no tall tales friend
cause high noon, your doom
Comin’ for you I’m the cowboy from hell.
(The screen fades out as Twister cackles maniacally.)
Twister: What the hell do you think you’re doing here?
(His voice cuts through the night air like a shotgun.)
Cameraman: Well I was told…
Twister: I don’t give a rat’s ass. Get the hell out of here.
(Twister forces the camera down towards the ground with his hand. We can hear Twister mutter a few words that he doesn’t want the camera to hear, the only words made out are “break your neck”)
Twister: You know what? Just turn that camera off.
Cameraman: Bu…
Twister: NOW.
(The cameraman presses a button.)
Cameraman: Ok, it’s off.
Twister: How dumb do you think I am? I see the bloody light. You know; the one that says recording? Yeah; that one. Turn it off before I turn it off for you.
Cameraman: It’s a free country…
Twister: But it’s not a free camera is it?
(A scuffle is heard before the view of the camera changes from the ground to the air.)
Twister: They say the bad guys wear black.
(The camera is thrown and lands with a crack. The visuals go out, but the audio remains working. Squishing footsteps are heard. The cameraman’s meek voice is heard.)
Cameraman: Did he hurt you, baby?
(The voice of Twister can be heard softly.)
Twister: You’re tagged and can’t turn back.
(The screen goes black, but then comes back on to the sight of many reeds, and tall grasses. The sound of a stream is heard from behind the camera. The grasses are spread and the camera lens is stuck through. The screen is temporarily blinded by a bright flame. As it recovers, we see a rather large fire. We can see a black figure standing next to it, screaming.)
Cameraman: There the bastard is.
(Then camera zooms in on the figure. It is Twister. He has a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his right hand. His other hand is held up in the air in a fist. We can see him pouring the whiskey from high up in the air. We can’t see where it is going, or if he is drinking any.)
Cameraman: Damnit.
(He slowly goes through the reeds and walks forward and around, so as not to be seen. He finds a new spot so he can see twister from the other side of the fire. Twister has a bunch of syringes and other drug items, and the last is a picture of J-X, which has doodles all over it from the love/hate relationship he shared with WCF. He drops them all into a grave-like pit. He pours some more alcohol on top. He reaches down and picks up a large branch, which he also soaks with alcohol. He dips it in the fire where it is instantly set ablaze. He studies it closely, with his face inches from it, before simply dropping it in the pit. He walks away, towards the camera, with his head down. A flame erupts from the pit, lighting up the night sky. He looks up towards the sky and screams at the top of his lungs.)
Twister:
Deed is done again, we’ve won
Ain’t talking no tall tales friend
cause high noon, your doom
Comin’ for you I’m the cowboy from hell.
(The screen fades out as Twister cackles maniacally.)
