Post by Hardcastle on Dec 23, 2005 16:51:06 GMT -5
<The scene opens inside of a confessional. "The Prodigal Messiah" Eric Hardcastle has come to church on this most special of weekends to be close to God. But not only for the closeness, but for redemption. Hardcastle has come before God, seeking forgiveness for what is about to happen this Sunday. His hands, folded around his face, as the window to Hardcastle's right slides open. The priest from the other side can see the worry on Eric's face.>
Priest: What troubles you so, my son?
<Eric looks up and towards the priest. His eyes are glazed and covered in a teary red. He makes the sign of the cross.>
Eric Hardcastle: Bless me father, for I WILL sin. It has been quite some time, since my last confession.
Priest: Will?
Eric Hardcastle: Father, I have come to the Lord's house seeking forgiveness for what I must do this Sunday.
Priest: I don't understand.
Eric Hardcastle: The bible says; "Eye For An Eye."
Priest: That is of the old testament, my son. The new testament asks that you turn the other cheek.
Eric Hardcastle: Which do you believe?
Priest: I believe to turn the other cheek.
<Eric shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: You are a better man than me, Father. My father was killed earlier this month.
Priest: Yes I know, my son.
Eric Hardcastle: The man or men who are responsible for this are still at large. Father, my father wasn't exactly in the most legit of businesses. He had his faults, but he was a good man. Deep down inside, the most important thing in his life was his family. He would do anything for them. And he has been taken from me.
Priest: And you are angry?
<Eric begins to curl his fists. His face begins to turn a beet red.>
Eric Hardcastle: Angry?! Anger is an understatement. The feelings I am having are leading me down a path, that I may never be able to return from. A man has come forward and alluded to his involvement. He has stated he was there to see my father's last breath. I cannot let this go.
Priest: Maybe this is something you should allow the police to handle?
Eric Hardcastle: In my world, the police are the enemy. Cops can't understand how my world works. The code has been broken. Blood must be spilled. Revenge must be unleashed.
Priest: Revenge that of evil spirits.
Eric Hardcastle: Even good people do bad things. Isn't that right, Father?
Priest: Yes.
Eric Hardcastle: So I have come to St. Michael's Cathedral looking for forgiveness.
Priest: How can you ask forgiveness for something that you knowingly and willingly will do, despite its evilness?
Eric Hardcastle: I don't know.
Priest: You cannot be forgiven for something that you are not sorry for.
Eric Hardcastle: I understand. And I understand what must be done.
Priest: Please think this over. There are other ways of handling it. I feel your pain, my son.
<The camera pans over to the Priest, who begins to plead with Eric.>
Priest: You are truly troubled. You want a feeling of satisfaction. You want your father back. These are normal feelings. But what you are trying to tell me is wrong. And will not bring your father back. Please, you must reconsider.
<A silence grows.>
Priest: Please? Eric?
<The Priest gets up and walks out of his side of the confessional. He walks over to the other side, pulling the curtain open. The other side is empty. A Roasary has been left behind, a prayer card under it. The Rosary is smeared in blood. The Priest picks it up and looks it over. He grabs the Prayer card and reads the back, a memorial for Eric's father. The Priest shakes his head.>
Priest: May God have mercy on your soul.
<The Priest walks back to his office, as the screen fades to black.>
Priest: What troubles you so, my son?
<Eric looks up and towards the priest. His eyes are glazed and covered in a teary red. He makes the sign of the cross.>
Eric Hardcastle: Bless me father, for I WILL sin. It has been quite some time, since my last confession.
Priest: Will?
Eric Hardcastle: Father, I have come to the Lord's house seeking forgiveness for what I must do this Sunday.
Priest: I don't understand.
Eric Hardcastle: The bible says; "Eye For An Eye."
Priest: That is of the old testament, my son. The new testament asks that you turn the other cheek.
Eric Hardcastle: Which do you believe?
Priest: I believe to turn the other cheek.
<Eric shakes his head.>
Eric Hardcastle: You are a better man than me, Father. My father was killed earlier this month.
Priest: Yes I know, my son.
Eric Hardcastle: The man or men who are responsible for this are still at large. Father, my father wasn't exactly in the most legit of businesses. He had his faults, but he was a good man. Deep down inside, the most important thing in his life was his family. He would do anything for them. And he has been taken from me.
Priest: And you are angry?
<Eric begins to curl his fists. His face begins to turn a beet red.>
Eric Hardcastle: Angry?! Anger is an understatement. The feelings I am having are leading me down a path, that I may never be able to return from. A man has come forward and alluded to his involvement. He has stated he was there to see my father's last breath. I cannot let this go.
Priest: Maybe this is something you should allow the police to handle?
Eric Hardcastle: In my world, the police are the enemy. Cops can't understand how my world works. The code has been broken. Blood must be spilled. Revenge must be unleashed.
Priest: Revenge that of evil spirits.
Eric Hardcastle: Even good people do bad things. Isn't that right, Father?
Priest: Yes.
Eric Hardcastle: So I have come to St. Michael's Cathedral looking for forgiveness.
Priest: How can you ask forgiveness for something that you knowingly and willingly will do, despite its evilness?
Eric Hardcastle: I don't know.
Priest: You cannot be forgiven for something that you are not sorry for.
Eric Hardcastle: I understand. And I understand what must be done.
Priest: Please think this over. There are other ways of handling it. I feel your pain, my son.
<The camera pans over to the Priest, who begins to plead with Eric.>
Priest: You are truly troubled. You want a feeling of satisfaction. You want your father back. These are normal feelings. But what you are trying to tell me is wrong. And will not bring your father back. Please, you must reconsider.
<A silence grows.>
Priest: Please? Eric?
<The Priest gets up and walks out of his side of the confessional. He walks over to the other side, pulling the curtain open. The other side is empty. A Roasary has been left behind, a prayer card under it. The Rosary is smeared in blood. The Priest picks it up and looks it over. He grabs the Prayer card and reads the back, a memorial for Eric's father. The Priest shakes his head.>
Priest: May God have mercy on your soul.
<The Priest walks back to his office, as the screen fades to black.>
