A/N: Once again the dubious urge to write won over the lack of talent. Though the film itself is well worth seeing.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, I'm not making money out of this.
Requiem
'A cinema named Liberty. Prophetic name,' thought Censor as he headed down the street to the cinema. The cinema. It was how he referred to it now; how everyone at District Censorship Office referred to it. Now that the actors on screen took liberties with not only the script, it seemed, but with reality as it is seen.
Mutiny of the Matter. People stopped to rebel – something was bound to happen.
It still amused Censor how something he once said became universal truth. Perhaps he had greater power than he believed he had.
He drew on his cigarette and felt a slight pain in his chest. He slowly breathed out, watching the smoke curling upwards and dissipate in frosty air. Smoke. They would burn the copy of the film – "before the disease spreads out". Liberty was a dangerous thing and never to be trusted.
The Censor let his mind wander free.