Re: Scioly Assassination 160: A Puppet's Strings
Posted: June 12th, 2022, 11:14 am
THEATRICAL STAGE - AUDITORIUM
A theater, ravaged by fire and flame. A scorching blaze surrounds the failing stage, flames teasing the cloaked figure huddled in its midst.
She knew this would be how it’d end. The knowledge doesn’t make it hurt any less.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
(haltingly) Fire races ‘cross the ceiling... shadows dance along the floor...
A wall molding collapses into the sea of fire, sending a wave of heat across the stage.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
...pawns and puppets of a story, cycling forevermore—
Lightbulbs shatter, sending glass raining down on the puppeteer. She cries out in pain as the shards dig into her back, sinking in between the hilts of knives driven deep into her body.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
(louder) Pass the torch aloft again; a new beginning from each end!
Smoke billows across the stage, sending the puppeteer into a coughing fit.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
(shouting) Give me your hands, if we be friends!
The rafters groan and tremble.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
And Nyan! Shall! Restore! AMENDS!
The ceiling gives way. Flaming timbers crash to the ground as a fireball blossoms outward, consuming all. The conflagration peaks, then slowly fades away, into darkness.
A theater, ravaged by fire and flame. A scorching blaze surrounds the failing stage, flames teasing the cloaked figure huddled in its midst.
She knew this would be how it’d end. The knowledge doesn’t make it hurt any less.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
(haltingly) Fire races ‘cross the ceiling... shadows dance along the floor...
A wall molding collapses into the sea of fire, sending a wave of heat across the stage.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
...pawns and puppets of a story, cycling forevermore—
Lightbulbs shatter, sending glass raining down on the puppeteer. She cries out in pain as the shards dig into her back, sinking in between the hilts of knives driven deep into her body.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
(louder) Pass the torch aloft again; a new beginning from each end!
Smoke billows across the stage, sending the puppeteer into a coughing fit.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
(shouting) Give me your hands, if we be friends!
The rafters groan and tremble.
LITTLEMISSNYAN
And Nyan! Shall! Restore! AMENDS!
The ceiling gives way. Flaming timbers crash to the ground as a fireball blossoms outward, consuming all. The conflagration peaks, then slowly fades away, into darkness.