the third, a man with black hair, stands tall and unyielding. he is missing an arm, but that doesn't seem to bother him. he doesn't wait for the figure to push him forward. he moves, himself. slow, but steady. he awaits his act.
and it's short. brutal. the third act is always snappy, right? have to get to the end. what happens is he's standing, standing, silent, and then, there's the sound of metal on metal. terrible teeth grindingly awful. there's just tension, and then - the man is ripped in half, through the middle. from his belt drops a sword, right to the ground. it shatters, into a million pieces, the shrapnel flying out into the audience. the two halves of him drop to the stage, and there's silence. the floor gives way, the halves vanishing, but there's no sound of a body hitting the ground, this time. demanifested.
wait, but…
the fourth, and final act. a man of asian descent is thrown to his knees by a figure in black. he frowns, but he doesn't fight it. just slowly shifts forward on his knees, incapable of arguing. like he's being controlled. moved forward, without his consent. his eyes dart back and forth, frightened. he opens his mouth - but how does one speak with no tongue?
and it's not much a of a finale. it's more of a whimper, than a bang. time seems to freeze, on stage. the figures in black suits go still as statues, and the air itself feels still and stale. silence. and then, there’s the sound of a heartbeat abruptly stopping. but not just stopping - exploding, in his chest. there’s a sickening splat sound, as his chest caves in, and without any fanfare, he drops, facefirst into the wood below. you wait. you wait longer. the sound of the ocean, inexplicably, echoes through the hall, the tide rolling in and out. and then a rope slowly descends, looping around the disfigured body, and pulls him away, off stage.
oh.
you might have known before, but now, without a doubt, you know who these people are. dazai, vex'ahlia, nagasone, mark. you know them and they are gone, and what are you supposed to do now? why did you leave? this is what happens when you leave. your friends will die, your closest loved ones, the people you cherish - they'll die, brutally, unfairly, because of you. you will be alone. forever. it is your fault. you should've stayed.
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the third, a man with black hair, stands tall and unyielding. he is missing an arm, but that doesn't seem to bother him. he doesn't wait for the figure to push him forward. he moves, himself. slow, but steady. he awaits his act.
and it's short. brutal. the third act is always snappy, right? have to get to the end. what happens is he's standing, standing, silent, and then, there's the sound of metal on metal. terrible teeth grindingly awful. there's just tension, and then - the man is ripped in half, through the middle. from his belt drops a sword, right to the ground. it shatters, into a million pieces, the shrapnel flying out into the audience. the two halves of him drop to the stage, and there's silence. the floor gives way, the halves vanishing, but there's no sound of a body hitting the ground, this time. demanifested.
wait, but…
the fourth, and final act. a man of asian descent is thrown to his knees by a figure in black. he frowns, but he doesn't fight it. just slowly shifts forward on his knees, incapable of arguing. like he's being controlled. moved forward, without his consent. his eyes dart back and forth, frightened. he opens his mouth - but how does one speak with no tongue?
and it's not much a of a finale. it's more of a whimper, than a bang. time seems to freeze, on stage. the figures in black suits go still as statues, and the air itself feels still and stale. silence. and then, there’s the sound of a heartbeat abruptly stopping. but not just stopping - exploding, in his chest. there’s a sickening splat sound, as his chest caves in, and without any fanfare, he drops, facefirst into the wood below. you wait. you wait longer. the sound of the ocean, inexplicably, echoes through the hall, the tide rolling in and out. and then a rope slowly descends, looping around the disfigured body, and pulls him away, off stage.
oh.
you might have known before, but now, without a doubt, you know who these people are. dazai, vex'ahlia, nagasone, mark. you know them and they are gone, and what are you supposed to do now? why did you leave? this is what happens when you leave. your friends will die, your closest loved ones, the people you cherish - they'll die, brutally, unfairly, because of you. you will be alone. forever. it is your fault. you should've stayed.
you are now afraid.
what do you do?]