Ta-da! C'mon, say it: You love me
INT. Unknown Location. Day.All is hidden in shadow. A small figure can be seen lying on a bed, in sillghouette, held down by metal restraints. A heartbeet monitor
beeps in the background. The figure sits up a little and looks around. He lays back down on the bed, and wriggles around a bit. He produces
from his sleeve a small, metallic object, holding it up. We cut up to it and the hand, as it moves it's way down and begins to jiggle the
locks loose. He frees one hand, and works on the other, methodically moving from restraint to restraint, until he's completely free. He
stands up, dresses in a large coat, and walks out. We fade to:
INT. Forum Trash Disposal Area. DayWe open to a wide-view mass of machinery and refuse, piled high. Large cranes are chomping into gigantic masses of scrap metal, pieces
falling off as it does so. We move in closer, and zero in on a tight and nervous group, about 20 strong, hiding behind some large machines.
They are nervously looking abou,t trying to see if anyone is watching them. They are talking in hushed, hurried voices.
Voice 1: Where is he?! He should've been here by now!
Voice 2: Does anyone even know who this schmuck is?
Voice 3: I have no ****ing clue, look, it's getting late, people are gonna start getting---He is interrupted as a trenchcoated figure steps out of the shadows.
Figure: People are going to what
? Get suspicious? No one will even have a hint of your being gone.
Voice 1: Oh yea? How can you be so sure?!
Figure: Because...(he steps out of the shadows to reveal...Styxx)...I told them not to.
Voice 3: HOLY ****! HE'S AN ADMIN! RUN!
One of the figures tries to run away, but Styxx reaches out and grabs him by his collar, effortlessly pulling him to the floor with a loud
Voice 3: Oh ****, oh ****, look man, I thought this was a...a...a meeting for...uhh....PETA!
Styxx throws his head back and laughs loudly.
Styxx: FOOL! Who do you think CALLED this meeting!
A murmur goes up from the assembely.
Styxx: Exactly....Now that I have your...attention....
He lets the man up, who immediatley dusts himself off, and takes his place at the back of the group.
Stxx:...I can begin the assembely. As you all know, we have a new admin.
A chorus of nods and grunts go up.
Stxx: However, what you do not know is what exactly he's doing here.
Voice 2: Ain't he just a normal admin?
Styxx shoots him a look. The man shuts up immediatley, and cowers behind a taller man, who looks down and sighs.
Stxx: Yes and no, my friend, yes and no. For, you see, he...distastes the current rule of this forum. He wishes for it to become what
it truly should be: a forum to be ruled with an iron fist! A staging platform, for the eventual takeover of the Relic Bulletin Board, the
Volitionwatch Board, all those who celebrate freedom of speech shall be returned to their place! The forums of the world will fall to our
mighty power! Once the incredible weapons of this forum are under his control! This, my friends, IS THE PLAN! NO ONE SHALL OPPOSE US!
A cheer goes up from the crowd, from all except one. A smallish figure in stature, covered with a large cloak, face hidden in shadow, he
hurridly turns away. We follow him with the camera, as he moves away quickly and quietly farther and farther from the group.. Suddenly, he
bumps into the barrel-sized chest of a larger forum member. He grabs the smaller member by the shoulders, and leads him back to Stxx.
Styxx: Well, well, well! What do we have here?
Big Member: A spy, sir. I caught him trying to flee.
Small Figure: No! I wasn't! I was merely trying to spread the word of these great findings to other loyalists! I wish only to serve the great
Stxx: Well, let's just see who you are, then.
He reaches out, and the figure pulls away a little distance, but then cooperates. As Stxx pulls back the hood, he is revealed to
Stxx: Hmph. I guess that brain-chip really did rewire you. But how do I know I can trust you?
Tiara reaches down into her cloak, and withdraws a small communicator, with a large, flashing red button, covered with a thick piece of
Tiara: One press of this button, and thirty armed thugs and several admins will come running.
She tosses it on the ground, and pulls out a pistol. She fires it at the communicator, blasting it to pieces. She holds the gun up, and
blows across the barrel, smiling sexily at Styxx.
Tiara: Does that ease your fears, hon?
Styxx: (Catches the hint) Yesss...I will arrange for an immediate pardon for you from the hospital wing. Go now, before they realise you're
Tiara winks and walks off towards the door. We cut back to Stxx, a faint smile curling up at the corners of his lips. We fade to black