Post by Buck U Productions on Aug 31, 2015 17:05:06 GMT
(El Tigre de Jengibre is sitting in the dark room, his mask off once more laying in front, face hidden in the shadows. In his lap he holds a children’s sized Nirvana mask. He begins to quietly chant.)
“Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you…
“After our meeting, Nirvana, back when I was a boy, I so wanted to be just like you. A giant of a man, who no one could stand against. I bought this mask, wore it every day. I ran around the embassy yelling, ‘Embrace Nirvana’. It annoyed my father quite a bit and more than once I sent my sister screaming to him after delivering your finisher to her on her bed.”
He chuckles quietly to himself.
“I was so happy. Then I made the mistake of wearing the mask outside the embassy walls. A group of local boys found me and beat me up. They pulled the mask off of me and while two of them held me, one of the boys ripped the mask up right in front of me. The boys then proceeded to kick and punch me until I was blooded and bruised. It only ended when a couple of my father’s men, looking for me, chased them off but the damaged was done.
“The men guided me back to the embassy. Even in my beaten state I refused to be carried. When I arrived ‘home’, I asked my father to track those boys down so I could get my revenge but he spouted political mumbo jumbo about how it wouldn’t be good for our family’s image.
“My father’s maid sewed the mask back together for me but I never wore it again. I realized that I couldn’t be like you. I was never going to be as tall as you, or as strong as you. If I was going to get anywhere in life I realized that I would have to do it my own way.”
He reaches down and grabs his mask.
“I’ve got a mask of my own now. No longer do I have to pretend to be someone else. Now I can show the world who I truly am.”
He puts his mask on and ties the strings in the back tight.
“I wonder what you see, Nirvana, when you look at yourself in the mirror with your mask on> Mine brings me freedom. I feel no guilt for the things I know I must do! No guilt for the people I MUST HURT! THIS MASK IS BOTH MY SALVATION AND MY DOOM!”
Hands shaking he takes a bowl out of the darkness and places it before him. He lights a match and drops it into the bowl and flames rise. Without any further hesitation he drops the Nirvana mask into the bowl and smoke rises as it slowly burns.
He whispers his last words as he watches the fire.
“Run little sheep…”
“Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you…
“After our meeting, Nirvana, back when I was a boy, I so wanted to be just like you. A giant of a man, who no one could stand against. I bought this mask, wore it every day. I ran around the embassy yelling, ‘Embrace Nirvana’. It annoyed my father quite a bit and more than once I sent my sister screaming to him after delivering your finisher to her on her bed.”
He chuckles quietly to himself.
“I was so happy. Then I made the mistake of wearing the mask outside the embassy walls. A group of local boys found me and beat me up. They pulled the mask off of me and while two of them held me, one of the boys ripped the mask up right in front of me. The boys then proceeded to kick and punch me until I was blooded and bruised. It only ended when a couple of my father’s men, looking for me, chased them off but the damaged was done.
“The men guided me back to the embassy. Even in my beaten state I refused to be carried. When I arrived ‘home’, I asked my father to track those boys down so I could get my revenge but he spouted political mumbo jumbo about how it wouldn’t be good for our family’s image.
“My father’s maid sewed the mask back together for me but I never wore it again. I realized that I couldn’t be like you. I was never going to be as tall as you, or as strong as you. If I was going to get anywhere in life I realized that I would have to do it my own way.”
He reaches down and grabs his mask.
“I’ve got a mask of my own now. No longer do I have to pretend to be someone else. Now I can show the world who I truly am.”
He puts his mask on and ties the strings in the back tight.
“I wonder what you see, Nirvana, when you look at yourself in the mirror with your mask on> Mine brings me freedom. I feel no guilt for the things I know I must do! No guilt for the people I MUST HURT! THIS MASK IS BOTH MY SALVATION AND MY DOOM!”
Hands shaking he takes a bowl out of the darkness and places it before him. He lights a match and drops it into the bowl and flames rise. Without any further hesitation he drops the Nirvana mask into the bowl and smoke rises as it slowly burns.
He whispers his last words as he watches the fire.
“Run little sheep…”