I have a spot in my heart for the underdog as well as a rare streak of justice/vengeance. I have always wanted to see a version of Merchant of Venice where Shylock actually gets his pound of flesh. This is NOT meant to reflect a dark opinion about Jews (one of my friends is a Jew) or anything. It is merely an exploration into the world of 'WHAT IF'………
Disclaimer: Great minds may think alike but I still don't own the play. Rated T just to be safe, but please tell me if ya'll think that it is inaccurate.
Our scene opens with Shylock about to hurt Antonio and Portia as the lawyer stops him. Start off during Act IV, Scene I.
Pound of Flesh
A Contract Fulfilled
Portia held out her hand and continued, "Tarry a little; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood; the words expressly are 'a pound of flesh:' take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh; but, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed one drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate unto the state of Venice.
"O upright judge! Mark, Jew: O learned judge!" called out Gratiano.
"Is that the law?"inquiered Shylock.
"Thyself shalt see the act," replied Portia," For, as thou urgest justice, be assured thou shalt have justice, more than thou desirest."
This caused Grantiano to call out the louder, "O learned judge! Mark, Jew: a learned judge!"
"Then hitherto I do take my bond!" cried out the Jew
"How shall thee complete the deed?" retorted Portia, "Seeing as that thou mayest not spill one drop of blood."
"You Christians forget we Jews have been sacrificing animals for millennia, we are masters of our craft!" the Jew cried as he replaced his knife of steel and took out a silver cylinder about a nine inches long. Touching a button on the side of it the assembly was amazed to see a beam of heard light shoot out the top. The beam glowed white and blue and lit up the whole room. (It's a lightsaber)
Holding the strange weapon out Shylock advanced to where Antonio sat bound, putting the shinning blade to the man's chest Shylock proceed to cut out a portion of his flesh: and to everyone's horror and fascination not one drop of blood was spilled! Picking it up the Jew placed it on the scales and smiled grimly as the balance showed exactly one pound.
"Think not that a Jew be lacking in mercy, I have a bacta tank at my villa wherefor you shall repair and have your wound healed." And so saying Shylock took the wounded man back home where due to the help of a medical droid he soon recovered use of his faculties. FIN
So this is my first story, please R&R, I don't mind criticism but if you just want to cuss at me please take it outside. I am not to sure about the rating system but help is much appreciated. I really don't think up stories like this all the time, I just had to get this off my chest.