----------TONY

Shock.

Utter shock.

I stand and I stare. Sweat covers my body and dirt covers my clothes. My hair is tussled and matted, and my eyes are tingling from the sensation of tears.

But I won't cry.

Because all I can do is stare in shock.

Utter shock.

----------RIFF

I was standing.

Fierce, brutal, with an instinct to kill rising in my gut.

Then I saw a flash as I pulled out my knife. It sparked with light under the moon.

I started jabbing it at him.

Him.

My enemy. The one I hated most.

With his jet-black hair and tan skin and cocky smile and his smooth accent.

How I hate him.

How I wish to defeat him and hear him shout UNCLE.

I'll take him down.

FOR GOOD.

----------BERNARDO

I am fighting.

Fighting this boy.

This wretched, stupid boy.

With his dark curls and square face and carefree voice.

He's holding a knife.

So am I.

I'm fighting him with this knife.

This clean knife which will soon be tipped with blood.

His blood.

I'll knock him down.

FOR GOOD.

----------TONY

I'm panicking.

This has to stop.

Someone will die.

I know it.

The two enemies, the two gangsters, they won't stop.

Won't stop fighting.

Won't stop hating.

He's against the wall.

I'm running.

And shouting.

The knife draws closer and my best friend runs.

He almost runs into the knife.

But I pull him.

I pull him away.

Out of the blade's grasp.

He is safe

For now.

----------RIFF

I'm struggling.

Pushing my body out of his arms.

I wanna fight.

Mix.

Tear.

Stab.

RUMBLE.

But my best friend, the friend whom I love, is getting in my way.

I'm free of his grasp.

I charge.

----------BERNARDO

I'm dodging.

Dodging the blade.

The blade that looks just like mine.

I won't be the first to die.

He's trying to stop us.

Pathetic.

We won't stop til someone's hollered UNCLE.

I stand.

Ready.

----------TONY

I'm crying inside.

Screaming.

I'm throwing chairs, breaking windows, lighting fires.

Inside my heart.

The blade has penetrated the flesh

Cut the muscles.

Ripped the tendons.

Drawn blood.

Killed.

----------RIFF

I feel a sting.

There's a knife in my stomach.

I feel it inside me, and it hurts.

Hurts like hell.

I feel something warm.

It is blood.

Then a worse pain seers through me as the blade is torn out of me.

I fell out of the knife.

I turned and my weapon fell from my hand.

And landed in his.

I fall to the ground.

I take in my surroundings.

I hear.

I smell.

I feel.

I taste.

I DIE.

----------BERNARDO

I feel victorious.

But I feel horrible.

I killed him.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I wanted to hurt him.

I went to far.

He is running.

I see the dead boy's blade in his hand

Then I see the blade in my own stomach.

I feel the agony, the warmth

Then I feel the asphalt.

I hear.

I smell.

I feel.

I taste.

I DIE.

----------TONY

I am grieved.

Mournful.

Please forgive me.

I need to be forgived.

By my lover.

They're both dead.

My closest friend...his closest enemy.

I die inside.

I DIE.