Prologue
The cinema was almost empty, it could only seat around thirty persons. The screen at the front of the dark room was small and made of thick paper. The rows of maroon seats were arranged in crooked lines and the chairs themselves were a mass of rotting and peeling material. Dust rose and fell across the line of light emitted from the projector that spluttered and whirred groggily playing the old film reel that was crammed inside. Its steady clicking told a story misunderstood by all- save he who created it.
Two girls stood laughing- each were dressed for summer; a season long since unseen. They wore shorts and camisoles, both had long dark hair. One twirled forward and lent toward the camera smiling radiantly, it rewound and played again this time at an accelerated rate. A set of images flashed up then the video of the girls started again. The sequence continued always showing the same pictures and the same film. The figure at the back of the cinema did not have to strain his eyes to make out what the images were before they flashed out of his vision. He knew what they were. He had watched this film so many times, it was always in his mind, it followed him wherever he went.
Cat scan of brain, X-ray of spine, the annotated blue prints of his home, a series of irises, his human anatomy diagrams, straining muscles, organs in ice boxes ready for transplants and scattered bodies on a bloody floor. They played over and over again burning their significance into his brain. Forcing him to recall every painful moment of his life. He had to remember it, he had to remember why he was going to do the things that he will soon be doing, he had to remember his motives- his reasons. Nothing should be able to question his motives, his vendetta should be perfect. No it had to be perfect.
He was shaken from his thoughts as the film reel came to an end, rattling noisily in otherwise silent theatre, the film slowed and the last scene played. The girl span forward leaned towards the camera and smiled radiantly. The film was extended by a mere few seconds, enough time for the viewer to see a glint in the background and the girl lurch forward, surprise and hurt in her beautiful dark eyes.
The film strip began to tear and stretch. The screen showed a mass of white holes over the last frame of the falling girl, the figure stirred in the back of the theatre and furiously raced forward, ripping the screen from the wall. He stood panting for a moment then his anger returned, he began to kick over the chairs and screamed his wrath to the invisible yet ever omniscient audience.
People Im back... well for a while... Anywho this is the prologue to my new story I am sorry if I havnt updated Porcelain but my ideas are running a little dry... If you can take a look at She and Her cat my new oneshot... I think its my best work yet so yeah... Anyway please ReadandReview... welcome to the conspiracy...