This one's from a movie based off of a comic book.
HQ was neat, orderly. It was in pristine condition, and Disgust had always made sure to keep it that way. As she walked down its polished chrome floor and the rows of vertically organized memories, she adjusted her business blouse ever so slightly, making sure it was perfectly symmetrical and orderly. She approached the monitor, her heels clicking gently off the ground. As she stepped up to the control panel, she cleared her throat, getting the attention of the others, who all straightened up and spun around to attention. "Alright," she said, "Status?"
Anger spoke up first. "We're feeling resentment," she said, looking up at the screen where a man stood, facing away from them. The sight wouldn't be unusual, save for the fact that the man was using the restroom and had no clue they were there. Oh well. "After all, that's the one that doubted us."
"Yes, yes, yes," Disgust said with a half-interested air, "All things I already know. So everything in your department is as I left it?"
"Yes," nodded Anger.
"Good. Fear?"
"Nothing to report," she responded with a shrug.
"Really?" Disgust raised an eyebrow at that. "What we're about to do isn't exactly legal."
"Well," said Fear with a laugh, "We're above concepts of legal and illegal now, aren't we?"
Disgust shrugged her shoulders. "Fair enough, I suppose. Sadness?"
"Only one thing," said Sadness, "and a small one at that."
"Which is?"
"Oh, with him dead, we'll never get an investment."
"A small price to pay, wouldn't you say?"
"Certainly, ma'am."
"I figured you'd be in agreement." Disgust flashed a perfect smile, white pearly teeth lined up unnervingly straight. She looked up at Joy. "Okay, tall man," she said, "Are you ready?"
Joy had barely constrained excitement plastered all over his face. With a trembling, excited voice, he replied, "Absolutely! I-... Uh, I mean," he straightened himself up, cleared his throat, and said, "Yes, very much looking forward to it."
"Good!" declared Disgust, "Then let's get to our stations, people... Oh, and Fear?"
She looked up at her leader. "Ma'am?"
"You're not needed right now. I need another macchiato with soy milk and some extra caramel, but hold the sugar."
"Okay," she said, stepping off at a brisk pace to retrieve the requested item.
Relaxing into her chair (but maintaining her dress's crease-free state as best she could) Disgust reflected on the what was about to happen. It made her smile. She loved removing problems - it was her job, after all, and now they were about to make their host remove a problem of their own.
The man in front of them flushed, zipped up his pants, and turned around. He was visibly startled at the sight of someone watching him.
"Anger," Disgust commanded, "strike up a conversation, but keep it nice."
"Yes, ma'am," she said, cracking her knuckles and beginning. The man up on screen had a disturbed look on his face as dialogue commenced, but he tried to maintain his composure. They made small talk, stuff about going above and beyond the laws of nature... or, well, they did; the man was really at a loss for words. Disgust looked at the screen, repulsed, as if the man's presence alone were filthy. It was at that time that Fear returned with Disgust's drink.
"Ah, thank you," the green emotion said. As she looked over, she caught sight of Joy, who was beginning to tremble with anticipation. She rolled her eyes, sipped her Macchiato, then cleared her throat. "Fear," She said, gesturing at Joy.
The purple emotion noticed right away and proceeded to intervene. "Hang on... hang on..." Fear said as she grabbed him firmly by the shoulder, making sure that Joy didn't do anything impulsive, "We need to make sure our timing is right..."
The golden emotion bit his lip and squirmed in his seat, like a child unable to wait to open a Christmas present. Seconds bled out for all eternity, it seemed, stretching longer and longer than they needed to. At last, though, after what had to be the longest minute in his life, he heard Disgust say, "Now!"
"Eeeeheeee!" Joy squealed delightfully. He shoved a lever forward. The monitor showed it all crisp and clear. In less than a second, the man was dead. They did it quick, they did it efficiently, they did it cleanly, and - of course - Joy enjoyed it immensely.
"Woohoo!" he said.
Disgust beamed at the sight, sipping her drink. She casually pressed a button, and they began removing evidence of what they'd done. A green orb came rolling in. It gently touched the golden one that was just made, the memory of them killing that man.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Darren Cross bent over with his napkin, proceeding to wipe up the remains of the man he'd only known as 'Frank,' a potential investor who wasn't too keen on the Yellowjacket suit's capabilities. He was very stupid; what was so wrong with an army, an army of soldiers no bigger than an insect, capable of shrinking down and infiltrating anywhere unseen? It was the future, and poor Frank was now the past. Cross bent over with a napkin, wiping up what was left of Frank - a puddle of biological matter no bigger than a quarter.
"We still have a few bugs to work out," he said with a smile. He stood up and crumpled up the napkin, walking over to the toilet. He promptly chucked the remains in and flushed them away. "Goodbye, Frank," he added as he walked over to wash his hands. After all, cleanliness is next to godliness, and he'd already achieved one of those - best not slack on the other.
Alright, this one was a little short, I'll give you that, but it's only because the scene didn't require much length. In case you haven't gotten it right, it's from the film "Ant Man," (very recent, I know), the part where Darren Cross uses a defective shrinking device to kill someone who didn't see eye to eye with his vision of the Yellowjacket project. The hints I gave were:
1. First of all, HQ and the emotions in it were very neat and orderly. Everything was about perfection and being structured. Cross struck me as a neat freak in the movie, albeit one who was utterly psychotic.
2. Cross's entire character is driven by Disgust. He's disgusted by everyone who's not him, and he's especially disgusted with Hank Pym for failing him as a mentor (in his eyes). Cross has a lot of issues, and I wanted that to come through by Disgust's detached actions and attitude. Speaking of which...
3. The emotions' behaviors were all so business like; we're in the mind of a businessman. However, they're also detached completely from what's going on, living in their own little world, completely oblivious to the fact that they're about to kill a man in cold blood. No, the most emotion they register is a bit of repulsion at the man's mess he left behind. Or, rather, that is almost the only emotion...
4. Joy was looking forward to killing someone. If that isn't a sign of poor mental health, I don't know what is. Pay attention to Cross's body language in that scene; he is very much enjoying the power he has, like a child given a toy - hence I also included the "Christmas present" analogy.
So, in the end, yes - this was the mind of a psychopath - but it wasn't intended to be like Sweeney's mind. Whereas Sweeney's mind was battered and ruined, Cross's was in perfect working condition... he was just insane with power, and his emotions showed it. My apologies if this one was too hard or too easy, by the way - it's hard to judge sometimes how it's going to turn out.
Also, if you're worried about this movie having been spoiled for you, don't! This scene is very early on in the film, and it is not a big surprise that Darren Cross is a nutjob.
