Post by Diego Cortez on May 31, 2012 21:46:03 GMT -5
I wouldn't call this my absolute best but it is certainly one of my favorites.
The scene opens with a close-up of Wren's face. The background is blurry and it's hard to tell just where she is. The expression on Wren's face is difficult to describe, she's just not the same old Wren SilverPhoenix. Her mouth is smiling but her eyes are cold and dead. Something inside of her has changed.
Wren: I seem to recall a quote from Euripides which goes, the Gods shall visit the sins of the father upon the children.
As the camera pulls back, the scene is revealed. Wren is sitting on the edge of a hospital bed gently stroking the hair of a little girl who is obviously in a coma. At the foot of the bed, the last name on the chart hanging there says "Cameron".
Wren: Such a beautiful little girl. An absolute shame what has happened to her.
Wren leans over and whispers softly in the little girls ear.
Wren: This is all your Daddies fault darling. Your Daddy is the reason for all your pain. Your Daddy sweetie, all because of your Daddy.
Beneath Wren's hand, the little girl moans softly and tosses restlessly on the bed. Wren smiles wickedly. Outside the room, Max Cameron can suddenly be heard yelling his little girl's name as he comes running down the hallway. Flinging open the door breathlessly, Max's face is flushed with anger at the sight that greets him and starts towards Wren with murder in his eyes.
Max: Get away from her you bitch. This is between you and me. Leave her out of it.
Wren simply wraps her hand around the girls throat and begins to tighten her grip very slowly. Max freezes and Wren lets up.
Wren: Max, I'm so very glad that you could find time to join us today. I was afraid that you'd be too busy pining over that dead whore you married to actually show up.
Max absolutely loses it and lunges at Wren but doesn't get very far. Wren doesn't appear concerned at all. From behind the door, Frank Merritt appears and grabs Max from behind, holding him tightly.
Wren: It pays to be prepared doesn't it. As the saying goes Max, proper planning prevents piss poor performance and this is one performance that will be anything but poor.
As Max struggles futily in Frank Merritt's grasp, Wren stands up from the bed and picks up a metal chair from nearby. With an expression that conveys absolutely no mercy, Wren strokes the chair almost affectionately as she looks down at Max's helpless daughter in the bed.
Wren: I know this is the point where I'm supposed to make a long, intricate speech as to just why I am going to prevail in the match at BitchSlap but let's face it Max. You and I have said everything to one another that needs to be said so how about we skip all that and just get right down to business instead?
Bending down, Wren gently kisses Max's daughter on the forehead, which causes Max to struggle even more. Frank tightens his forearm around Max's throat causing him to choke and he relunctantly ceases to struggle. With a smile full of nothing but bad intentions, Wren hefts the chair, testing its weight, and raises it over her head, prepared to strike.
Max: (in a low venomous snarl) Do it. Go ahead, do it. Just remember one thing though. If you touch her, I won't just beat you. I will absolutely kill you.
Turning and cocking her head in Max's direction, Wren raises an eyebrow.
Wren: Max, do you really think I'm such a bitch that I would actually harm a little girl in a coma for no better reason than to further my career?
Max: You're damned right that's what I think.
Behind him, Frank chuckles and flings Max hard against the wall, shaking the pictures on the wall. Getting right into his face, Franks grabs a handful of Max's hair and forces him to look away from Wren and directly at him.
Frank: Listen up ninja. You better watch that mouth of yours. Wren didn't come here to listen to you run off at the mouth and neither did I. Understand?
Getting up off the floor where she was doing something with something under the bed, Wren picks her chair back up and nods at Frank. Nodding back, Frank jerks Max off the wall and again forces him to watch Wren and his daughter all the while keeping his forearm tight around Max's throat.
Wren: It's such a shame that you know me so well Max. Things would be alot more interesting if you didn't have an idea of what's about to happen but...c'est la vie.
With a visious swing, Wren brings the chair crashing down across the top of the bed. With a sound that chills the heart, the chair connects with its target and bright red liquid explodes across the room.
Behind her, Max lets out an animal howl of despair and pain and even Frank's face drains of color as he loosens his grip on Max Cameron. Wren couldn't care less, she is lost in the dark embrace of her new ambitions.
Frank: *in a sickened whisper* Damn ninja. I didn't really think you were gonna do it.
Smiling like the devil himself, Wren smears a handful of the thick, gory looking mess across her face and turns to Max, who is in absolute shock.
Wren: Now you don't have to worry about taking me to Hell Max. I've just brought Hell right to you and this is only the beginning.
Reaching out with both hands, Wren grasps Max's face and kisses him, smearing Max's face with the mess from the bed. Max screams and twists out of Frank's grip as he runs to the bed and his daughter, or at least what might be left of her. Wren grabs Frank and they walk out of the room.
All characters used with permission of the handlers
The scene opens with a close-up of Wren's face. The background is blurry and it's hard to tell just where she is. The expression on Wren's face is difficult to describe, she's just not the same old Wren SilverPhoenix. Her mouth is smiling but her eyes are cold and dead. Something inside of her has changed.
Wren: I seem to recall a quote from Euripides which goes, the Gods shall visit the sins of the father upon the children.
As the camera pulls back, the scene is revealed. Wren is sitting on the edge of a hospital bed gently stroking the hair of a little girl who is obviously in a coma. At the foot of the bed, the last name on the chart hanging there says "Cameron".
Wren: Such a beautiful little girl. An absolute shame what has happened to her.
Wren leans over and whispers softly in the little girls ear.
Wren: This is all your Daddies fault darling. Your Daddy is the reason for all your pain. Your Daddy sweetie, all because of your Daddy.
Beneath Wren's hand, the little girl moans softly and tosses restlessly on the bed. Wren smiles wickedly. Outside the room, Max Cameron can suddenly be heard yelling his little girl's name as he comes running down the hallway. Flinging open the door breathlessly, Max's face is flushed with anger at the sight that greets him and starts towards Wren with murder in his eyes.
Max: Get away from her you bitch. This is between you and me. Leave her out of it.
Wren simply wraps her hand around the girls throat and begins to tighten her grip very slowly. Max freezes and Wren lets up.
Wren: Max, I'm so very glad that you could find time to join us today. I was afraid that you'd be too busy pining over that dead whore you married to actually show up.
Max absolutely loses it and lunges at Wren but doesn't get very far. Wren doesn't appear concerned at all. From behind the door, Frank Merritt appears and grabs Max from behind, holding him tightly.
Wren: It pays to be prepared doesn't it. As the saying goes Max, proper planning prevents piss poor performance and this is one performance that will be anything but poor.
As Max struggles futily in Frank Merritt's grasp, Wren stands up from the bed and picks up a metal chair from nearby. With an expression that conveys absolutely no mercy, Wren strokes the chair almost affectionately as she looks down at Max's helpless daughter in the bed.
Wren: I know this is the point where I'm supposed to make a long, intricate speech as to just why I am going to prevail in the match at BitchSlap but let's face it Max. You and I have said everything to one another that needs to be said so how about we skip all that and just get right down to business instead?
Bending down, Wren gently kisses Max's daughter on the forehead, which causes Max to struggle even more. Frank tightens his forearm around Max's throat causing him to choke and he relunctantly ceases to struggle. With a smile full of nothing but bad intentions, Wren hefts the chair, testing its weight, and raises it over her head, prepared to strike.
Max: (in a low venomous snarl) Do it. Go ahead, do it. Just remember one thing though. If you touch her, I won't just beat you. I will absolutely kill you.
Turning and cocking her head in Max's direction, Wren raises an eyebrow.
Wren: Max, do you really think I'm such a bitch that I would actually harm a little girl in a coma for no better reason than to further my career?
Max: You're damned right that's what I think.
Behind him, Frank chuckles and flings Max hard against the wall, shaking the pictures on the wall. Getting right into his face, Franks grabs a handful of Max's hair and forces him to look away from Wren and directly at him.
Frank: Listen up ninja. You better watch that mouth of yours. Wren didn't come here to listen to you run off at the mouth and neither did I. Understand?
Getting up off the floor where she was doing something with something under the bed, Wren picks her chair back up and nods at Frank. Nodding back, Frank jerks Max off the wall and again forces him to watch Wren and his daughter all the while keeping his forearm tight around Max's throat.
Wren: It's such a shame that you know me so well Max. Things would be alot more interesting if you didn't have an idea of what's about to happen but...c'est la vie.
With a visious swing, Wren brings the chair crashing down across the top of the bed. With a sound that chills the heart, the chair connects with its target and bright red liquid explodes across the room.
Behind her, Max lets out an animal howl of despair and pain and even Frank's face drains of color as he loosens his grip on Max Cameron. Wren couldn't care less, she is lost in the dark embrace of her new ambitions.
Frank: *in a sickened whisper* Damn ninja. I didn't really think you were gonna do it.
Smiling like the devil himself, Wren smears a handful of the thick, gory looking mess across her face and turns to Max, who is in absolute shock.
Wren: Now you don't have to worry about taking me to Hell Max. I've just brought Hell right to you and this is only the beginning.
Reaching out with both hands, Wren grasps Max's face and kisses him, smearing Max's face with the mess from the bed. Max screams and twists out of Frank's grip as he runs to the bed and his daughter, or at least what might be left of her. Wren grabs Frank and they walk out of the room.
All characters used with permission of the handlers