Post by silenthill on Feb 5, 2007 20:54:26 GMT -5
*Somewhere in a dark room a man sitting in a chair is staring the opposite way.*
WiLL: It's all over now, The fight in me is all gone. I've failed them all, more importantly I have failed myself.
*The man holds up a silver object you can see from behind him.
the camera moves to the side of him as he stabs the object into his wrist, and slices the flesh causing blood to poor out.*
WiLL: For this is the day we all forget about Will2k. This is the day we can all forget about our own hope and dreams.
*He picks up a large glass of jack Daniel's on the rocks, and slamms it all down his throat.*
WiLL: The passion in my life is gone, My true
loves in life are gone! There is nothing here but an empty box, only to be filled up with hate and suffering for another man or woman.
Why should I do that upon my fellow man?
Why should I have to keep the chaos going?
It's simple I don't have to do jack crap for any of them. That's if I make it through the night.
*Will's face has turned incredibly white.
He is very unstill as he shakes at the thought of his own death.
This causes is him to start vomiting but it's unfortunately nothing but his own blood coming out of his mouth.
He falls over from being in the chair and passes out. A person in a hooded robe walks up to him and picks the blood soaked Will up.*
Mysterious Person: It is time!
*They walk away through the door in the background with his body.
The camera goes static then cuts back on into the same room.*
Part 2
*The door slowly opens and Will walks through it. something's different?
He seems to be much more in shape and
is not soaked in his own blood.
He's now also wearing street clothes with a hood over his head sporting a pair of sunglasses. The difference is you can see most of his face unlike the mysterious person who took him away.*
Will: What you just witnessed happened 3 years ago. Shortly after my short lived stint here in the WFWF. Oh why Will? why did you want to kill yourself? Simple.
The human heart, mind, body, and soul can only take so much. So much hatred, and betrayal against it to cause it to simply die
and not want to live anymore.
I did not want to live anymore, But I'm here.
Still standing with a fighting chance.
We all still have a fighting chance in us, and that chance can redeem us all to true glory!
The thoughts of my previous failures and wrongs in life still haunt me to this day.
My failures. They still enrage me so much...
*Will picks up the chair he sat on 3 years ago. The chair that still has stains from his own blood as does the floor.
He throws it into a window, the glass shatters but does not emerge through the window escaping the room full of hate.
The windows had bars over them. But why?*
Will: like that chair thrown at full force, I will be the new force to be reckoned with.
*the person in the hood reappears and tells Will "it is your time, your time to rise above all odds".
Will turns his head to the side and looks down at the ground. "Alright" he replies to them. He grabs a leather jacket off the wall and puts it on. He raises his head up and looks at the person who saved his life.
"are you ready?" Will says the hooded person. "only if you are ready willing and able to complete your task." He says back as his eyes start to glow a neon green from inside the hood.*
Mysterious person: You were once broken,
for I have fixed you of that. Unfortunately, the side-effects for all the time I have given you has only cause you more hatred.
Vengeance shall not be what you seek, it will corrupt you of anything you want to accomplish on your way back.
This will not be the yellow brick road Will.
This will be a ride up crapcreek without a paddle. But crapcreek only turns off the the highway to hell. That's the only way to go now, and that's the only way to your success.
*Will pulls down his hood and smirks at the person.*
WiLL: Thank you for all you have helped me with. Everything I had to overcome the past 3 years. But who I must ask are you?
Person: I am simply just and old folk legends wich happens to be a pure deep dark reality. For I am "The Grey Ghost"
W!LL: The Grey Ghost? That old wisemans tale that involved the slaughter at the the Mental House?
Ghost: Yes, But you shall learn more later.
You must go now!
*The ghost points him to a door on the opposit side of the room.........
The hand of a skeleton is all Will could see of his body pointing him out to his exit.
WiLL stears at him as he bends down to pick up his bags. He nods to the ghost before he turns around and makes his exit*
*Cut*
WiLL: It's all over now, The fight in me is all gone. I've failed them all, more importantly I have failed myself.
*The man holds up a silver object you can see from behind him.
the camera moves to the side of him as he stabs the object into his wrist, and slices the flesh causing blood to poor out.*
WiLL: For this is the day we all forget about Will2k. This is the day we can all forget about our own hope and dreams.
*He picks up a large glass of jack Daniel's on the rocks, and slamms it all down his throat.*
WiLL: The passion in my life is gone, My true
loves in life are gone! There is nothing here but an empty box, only to be filled up with hate and suffering for another man or woman.
Why should I do that upon my fellow man?
Why should I have to keep the chaos going?
It's simple I don't have to do jack crap for any of them. That's if I make it through the night.
*Will's face has turned incredibly white.
He is very unstill as he shakes at the thought of his own death.
This causes is him to start vomiting but it's unfortunately nothing but his own blood coming out of his mouth.
He falls over from being in the chair and passes out. A person in a hooded robe walks up to him and picks the blood soaked Will up.*
Mysterious Person: It is time!
*They walk away through the door in the background with his body.
The camera goes static then cuts back on into the same room.*
Part 2
*The door slowly opens and Will walks through it. something's different?
He seems to be much more in shape and
is not soaked in his own blood.
He's now also wearing street clothes with a hood over his head sporting a pair of sunglasses. The difference is you can see most of his face unlike the mysterious person who took him away.*
Will: What you just witnessed happened 3 years ago. Shortly after my short lived stint here in the WFWF. Oh why Will? why did you want to kill yourself? Simple.
The human heart, mind, body, and soul can only take so much. So much hatred, and betrayal against it to cause it to simply die
and not want to live anymore.
I did not want to live anymore, But I'm here.
Still standing with a fighting chance.
We all still have a fighting chance in us, and that chance can redeem us all to true glory!
The thoughts of my previous failures and wrongs in life still haunt me to this day.
My failures. They still enrage me so much...
*Will picks up the chair he sat on 3 years ago. The chair that still has stains from his own blood as does the floor.
He throws it into a window, the glass shatters but does not emerge through the window escaping the room full of hate.
The windows had bars over them. But why?*
Will: like that chair thrown at full force, I will be the new force to be reckoned with.
*the person in the hood reappears and tells Will "it is your time, your time to rise above all odds".
Will turns his head to the side and looks down at the ground. "Alright" he replies to them. He grabs a leather jacket off the wall and puts it on. He raises his head up and looks at the person who saved his life.
"are you ready?" Will says the hooded person. "only if you are ready willing and able to complete your task." He says back as his eyes start to glow a neon green from inside the hood.*
Mysterious person: You were once broken,
for I have fixed you of that. Unfortunately, the side-effects for all the time I have given you has only cause you more hatred.
Vengeance shall not be what you seek, it will corrupt you of anything you want to accomplish on your way back.
This will not be the yellow brick road Will.
This will be a ride up crapcreek without a paddle. But crapcreek only turns off the the highway to hell. That's the only way to go now, and that's the only way to your success.
*Will pulls down his hood and smirks at the person.*
WiLL: Thank you for all you have helped me with. Everything I had to overcome the past 3 years. But who I must ask are you?
Person: I am simply just and old folk legends wich happens to be a pure deep dark reality. For I am "The Grey Ghost"
W!LL: The Grey Ghost? That old wisemans tale that involved the slaughter at the the Mental House?
Ghost: Yes, But you shall learn more later.
You must go now!
*The ghost points him to a door on the opposit side of the room.........
The hand of a skeleton is all Will could see of his body pointing him out to his exit.
WiLL stears at him as he bends down to pick up his bags. He nods to the ghost before he turns around and makes his exit*
*Cut*