Post by wrecker15 on Mar 8, 2013 16:45:15 GMT -8
Act II Scene 17.5: When We Stand Together
The smoke is slowly but surely filling the corridor as FURARE stands facing a rogue, her eyes blazing with hatred. This rogue is the WARDER who once kept her captive. FURARE has a vicious knife pressed against the woman's throat, and a distinctly unpleasant smile on her face.
Furare: (growling) I told you once that I would kill you.
Ex-Warder: And I told you that you were a fool. You'll end up a corpse yourself. It's not safe here.
Furare: I know. I don't care. Rogues need to die.
Ex-Warder: You damned do-gooders, you're all the same. Can't see beyond your own self-righteous crusade.
Furare: (laughing, digging the knife deeper) You know nothing about me, if that's what you think. Let me tell you a secret, before you die. (She leans forward and breathes into the woman's ear.) I used to be a rogue, once, long ago. Think about that.
The WARDER's eyes widen in shock and then narrow in confusion - and then FURARE pushes the knife blade all the way in, cutting off life and thought together at once. She pulls the blade out again almost immediately, and blood gushes out over her hands and drips onto the dusty, smoke-stained floor. The body drops to the ground, and FURARE sinks to her knees next to it to inspect her handiwork. At this point, WRECKER15 comes barrelling down the corridor and stops dead in front of FURARE, sword drawn and breathing heavily.
Wrecker15: Furare! (staring) Why are you - what, are you hurt?
Furare: Nah, I'm fine. (She looks up.) You shouldn't be here.
Wrecker15: Nor should you. Why are you?
Furare: Like I said, there was something I had to do. (She stands up and indicates the dying woman.) A promise I had to keep.
Wrecker15: (staring) Oh. Right. (She tugs FURARE's arm.) We need to get out of here, though. About five minutes ago.
Furare: Yeah, before the whole place comes down on top of us. Let's go!
The two girls run through the rapidly thickening smoke towards the fresh air outside, emerging from the main door of the town hall mere instants before a large amount of rubble falls, obscuring the doorway. FURARE turns back and looks at the debris.
Furare: (laughing sharply) I feel like Indiana Jones.
Wrecker15: That was close. (She shivers.) Don't - don't do things like that again, okay? It scares me.
Furare: You worry too much.
Wrecker15: And you don't worry enough! (She takes a deep breath.) Sorry. I just don't want to lose you. I don't know what I'd do.
Furare: You'd spend a whole lot less time confused or annoyed, I imagine.
Wrecker15: Hah. Running around after you is kind of like a hobby for me, now.
Furare: Well, everyone needs one, I guess.
FURARE sits down on the edge of the raised stage she had been standing on earlier and looks around the square. Most of the mob are standing and watching the town hall burn. Some seem to have taken rogue officials prisoner. There is little actual fighting going on anymore; the innocent townsfolk seem content to watch the fire tear through a symbol of rogue oppression. A piece of roof collapses into the building, and a cheer rises up from the bloodthirsty crowd. FURARE sighs.
Wrecker15: (quietly) What's on your mind?
Furare: Is it going to be okay, d'you think?
Wrecker15: Depends what you mean. (She sits down next to FURARE.) The rogues are going to come back, somehow. We already know that.
Furare: Yeah. They always do. But I mean, this town. Is it going to be alright?
Wrecker15: I don't think this town has anything more to worry about. They won't fall for a rogue takeover trick twice.
Furare: Good. But you don't think - they won't ask us to take over here, will they?
Wrecker15: (laughing) Good lord, no. I mean - I love you, but I wouldn't trust you to run a bath, let alone a city.
Furare: Rude. (She grins.) But you're probably right.
Wrecker15: Well, I hope I am, for the sake of everyone concerned.
Furare: Yep. (She smiles to herself.) I guess our work is done.
Wrecker15: Until the next time. But when the rogues do return, we will be ready for them.
Furare: Of course we will.
FURARE stands up and dusts herself off a little.
Furare: Come on. Somewhere in this town there must be a party going. And if there isn't, we'll start one. I could really do with a drink.
WRECKER15 laughs and gets to her feet. Then she and FURARE leave the fire ravaged town hall behind them, and head off into the streets together.
The smoke is slowly but surely filling the corridor as FURARE stands facing a rogue, her eyes blazing with hatred. This rogue is the WARDER who once kept her captive. FURARE has a vicious knife pressed against the woman's throat, and a distinctly unpleasant smile on her face.
Furare: (growling) I told you once that I would kill you.
Ex-Warder: And I told you that you were a fool. You'll end up a corpse yourself. It's not safe here.
Furare: I know. I don't care. Rogues need to die.
Ex-Warder: You damned do-gooders, you're all the same. Can't see beyond your own self-righteous crusade.
Furare: (laughing, digging the knife deeper) You know nothing about me, if that's what you think. Let me tell you a secret, before you die. (She leans forward and breathes into the woman's ear.) I used to be a rogue, once, long ago. Think about that.
The WARDER's eyes widen in shock and then narrow in confusion - and then FURARE pushes the knife blade all the way in, cutting off life and thought together at once. She pulls the blade out again almost immediately, and blood gushes out over her hands and drips onto the dusty, smoke-stained floor. The body drops to the ground, and FURARE sinks to her knees next to it to inspect her handiwork. At this point, WRECKER15 comes barrelling down the corridor and stops dead in front of FURARE, sword drawn and breathing heavily.
Wrecker15: Furare! (staring) Why are you - what, are you hurt?
Furare: Nah, I'm fine. (She looks up.) You shouldn't be here.
Wrecker15: Nor should you. Why are you?
Furare: Like I said, there was something I had to do. (She stands up and indicates the dying woman.) A promise I had to keep.
Wrecker15: (staring) Oh. Right. (She tugs FURARE's arm.) We need to get out of here, though. About five minutes ago.
Furare: Yeah, before the whole place comes down on top of us. Let's go!
The two girls run through the rapidly thickening smoke towards the fresh air outside, emerging from the main door of the town hall mere instants before a large amount of rubble falls, obscuring the doorway. FURARE turns back and looks at the debris.
Furare: (laughing sharply) I feel like Indiana Jones.
Wrecker15: That was close. (She shivers.) Don't - don't do things like that again, okay? It scares me.
Furare: You worry too much.
Wrecker15: And you don't worry enough! (She takes a deep breath.) Sorry. I just don't want to lose you. I don't know what I'd do.
Furare: You'd spend a whole lot less time confused or annoyed, I imagine.
Wrecker15: Hah. Running around after you is kind of like a hobby for me, now.
Furare: Well, everyone needs one, I guess.
FURARE sits down on the edge of the raised stage she had been standing on earlier and looks around the square. Most of the mob are standing and watching the town hall burn. Some seem to have taken rogue officials prisoner. There is little actual fighting going on anymore; the innocent townsfolk seem content to watch the fire tear through a symbol of rogue oppression. A piece of roof collapses into the building, and a cheer rises up from the bloodthirsty crowd. FURARE sighs.
Wrecker15: (quietly) What's on your mind?
Furare: Is it going to be okay, d'you think?
Wrecker15: Depends what you mean. (She sits down next to FURARE.) The rogues are going to come back, somehow. We already know that.
Furare: Yeah. They always do. But I mean, this town. Is it going to be alright?
Wrecker15: I don't think this town has anything more to worry about. They won't fall for a rogue takeover trick twice.
Furare: Good. But you don't think - they won't ask us to take over here, will they?
Wrecker15: (laughing) Good lord, no. I mean - I love you, but I wouldn't trust you to run a bath, let alone a city.
Furare: Rude. (She grins.) But you're probably right.
Wrecker15: Well, I hope I am, for the sake of everyone concerned.
Furare: Yep. (She smiles to herself.) I guess our work is done.
Wrecker15: Until the next time. But when the rogues do return, we will be ready for them.
Furare: Of course we will.
FURARE stands up and dusts herself off a little.
Furare: Come on. Somewhere in this town there must be a party going. And if there isn't, we'll start one. I could really do with a drink.
WRECKER15 laughs and gets to her feet. Then she and FURARE leave the fire ravaged town hall behind them, and head off into the streets together.