| Thrax | Date: Wednesday, 2011/08/10, 6:28 PM | Message # 1 |
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| [Thrax sits back, his foot tapping as he scans the surroundings. A white-walled hospital waiting room, the basic chairs containing a mixture of waiting patients and guests. Behind them doctors and nurses go about their business, tending to the sick. In the corner a vending machine softly hums, providing a strangely soothing backdrop to the chatter and commotion. The elevator opens and then closes as a spectacled janitor wheels his cart from it.]
Tannoy – Would Dr Jenkins please go to Beach ward. That's Doctor Jenkins to Beach please
[The tannoy announcement barely cuts over the ongoing discussions as a wheelchair rolls in with a young boy. Thrax jumps slightly as he feels a buzzing in his pocket. Removing his phone he sees a message from Luke]
Text from Luke – SP finished. Princess ok? Catch you soon
[Hearing footsteps he rushes to put the phone back into his coat and looks to the source. Standing in front of him is a young female nurse]
Nurse – You can come through now. The doctors have finished
[Thrax rises and starts to follow]
Thrax – Is she alright? Will there be lasting damage?
[The nurse smiles that strange happy smile they all have. You know, that one that tries to seem all reassuring no matter what.]
Nurse – She'll be fine. It's just a lot of bruising so she'll have to take it easy for a few days. Definitely no wrestling for a couple of months just in case
[The nurse laughs as she leads Thrax into a small room off the main corridor. Inside is Princess, propped up on the bed in a hospital robe]
Princess – Tell me the truth.. How bad do I look?
[Thrax smiles at her]
Thrax – You look fine, I promise
[The nurse leans in towards Princess and whispers]
Nurse – Quite a catch you got there
[The two share a giggle as the nurse begins to leave]
Nurse – I'll leave you two alone. If you need anything just call
[The nurse leaves as Thrax sits on the chair beside the bed]
Thrax – How are you feeling?
Princess – Been better. Have you spoken to Ruth?
[Thrax looks down]
Thrax – Yeah.. Briefly.
[Princess gives a concerned look]
Princess – What did she say?
[Thrax looks up]
Thrax – She said that they had to go. Couldn't tell me where or why, but that she had to take Mark and Jun somewhere...
[He looks back down, slightly choking on the last few words as he holds back tears]
Princess – Oh...
[Princess lowers her head as Thrax looks back up]
Thrax – Oh?
[Princess spins on the bed slightly to face Thrax]
Princess – So she didn't tell you?
Thrax – Tell me what?
[Princess falters. Her mouth slightly ajar. Wanting to speak but not knowing how to put what's in her mind into words]
Princess – Well... I don't know how to tell you... Oh god... They are leaving Brooklyn... Meaning they are leaving the house... Meaning I have nowhere to live...
[The expression on Thrax's face drops]
Thrax – Oh..
[Princess looks away, tears in her eyes]
Princess – Yeah....
[She struggles to continue fighting back the tears]
Princess – Meaning I might have to leave too. And I don't want to because I don't want to leave you because I love it here and I love being with you.... I don't know what to do
[Princess pulls her knees up to her chest and buries her face into her knees as the tears start to stream down her face. Hearing the sobs Thrax stands up, putting his arms around her as he perches on the side of the bed]
Thrax – Princess, you'll be fine. I'm sure we'll find...
[He stops dead. Princess lifts her head slowly and looks directly into his eyes. The connection between them apparent as they look at each other]
Princess – Find what?
[Thrax smiles, a large grin crossing his face]
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[The camera flashes up the “Lone Wanderer” logo for a second, before cutting to a side-on shot of Thrax. He is sat on the balcony of his apartment, the faint sound of traffic passing by below the only sound as he stares blankly into the distance]
Thrax – So EWA is suffering a world of Payne.
[He lets out a single dry chuckle at the pun]
Thrax – Marcellus. You walk out there during a match and lay your hands on someone innocent. How dare you try to drag Princess into your war... How DARE you!
[The rage on his face rises with his voice as Thrax continues]
Thrax – Nick Alexander. Taking out half of the staff and then leaving. Who the fuck do you think you are?
[Thrax's right hand clenches into a fist, the knuckles turning red]
Thrax – Chris Johnson.. Getting someone else to fight for you and claiming all the glory
[The left hand joins the right, both clenched tightly]
Thrax – Xavier Reid you lowlife, arrogant prick. I hope King DESTROYS you.
[The fists rise, now either side of his face]
Thrax – Justin Marsham. Kidnapping a fan for your games. A FAN. And you have the nerve to call yourself a fighter
[He turns to the camera, a dry, sadistic smile forming]
Thrax – And Ryan Shane. The Straight Edged Curse himself. You decide to answer my challenge? Is this some sort of game? Are you trying to boost your ego?
[He leans towards the camera more. Pure fury visible in the normally calm blue eyes]
Thrax – Calling me out in front of my face. Saying I'm no more than a lost boy in the woods. Insulting my friends. You self absorbed douchebag.
[Thrax points a finger at himself]
Thrax – Well this “lost boy” has got some words for you Mr Pure. I really, really hope you don't underestimate me come Shatter Point. Because if you do, I'll make sure it's the LAST thing you do in EWA.
[Thrax drops off the chair, squatting so to get closer to the camera]
Thrax – I've let things build up inside too long. I've stood aside letting too many people get away with near murder.
[Thrax stops with his face mere inches from the lens]
Thrax – So it's time to stand up for what's right
[Thrax smiles the sadistic grin again, whispering to the camera]
Thrax – And I won't. Stay. Down...
[The sound of maniacal laughter can be heard over the passing traffic as the light fades out. As it reaches black all that is left is the words “IT'S ON” in a metallic silver, blood dripping down the blade-like forms as the laugh continues to ring out.]
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