An eye for an eye, Father.įather: It also is written to turn the other cheek, my son.Īllen: I've turned my cheek long enough! It's time for me to do things my way! I've rolled over for those sons-of-bitches, forgive my language Father, for months now! It's time for a change. My sins will never meet or exceed the ones that they have committed against me. It's the sins of those who wronged me, coming back to haunt them. There's something inside me, pushing me forward, making me want to hurt all those who have done me wrong.įather: My son, forgive me, but you sound like you need help.Īllen lets his head rock back with laughter, the sound audibly startling the father, as the sound of a man literally jumping up can be heard.Īllen: Father, you're probably right about that.but none of this is my choice. These people have gone so far in wronging me, that revenge is no longer just a desire, it's mandatory. You can control yourself.Īllen: No Father.as I already told you, it's too late. And now, they're all going to pay.įather: Allen, any sin can be prevented. But no! They chose to ignore the warnings, they made the decision to put their well-being at risk by messing with me. They should have listened to my warnings long ago. You don't have to commit these sins.Īllen lets out a bit of a chuckle, shaking his head.Īllen: It's far too late to be prevented, Father. The father is silent once again, as Allen polishes off his cigarette.įather: Allen.you are coming to me now, confessings things you intend to do. I'm going to hurt a lot of people, Father. Nobody believes me, nobody realizes what's about to happen. Nobody understands what they're getting themselves into. It's long past time, Father, for me to exact my revenge on these people.įather: Allen, I don't understand what you're getting at.Īllen takes another drag from the cigarette, a small, evil-looking smile creeping across his face.Īllen: Nobody seems to understand, Father. Many who desire nothing more than to see my demise, and others who desire nothing more than to see my failure. There's silence for several seconds, as Allen takes another drag from the cigarette.įather: My son.why ask for forgiveness for that which you have not done?Īllen: There are many who have wronged me, Father. He slowly lets it out as he begins speaking.Īllen: Bless me Father.for soon, I will commit many sins. Vant takes another long drag from the cigarette, the expression on his face never changing. He coughs a bit, but doesn't bother asking Allen to put the cigarette out.įather: It's nice to see you, Allen. The door to the other half of the stall can be heard opening, then closing as the father takes a seat. He presses the butt of it to his lips, taking a long drag before exhaling it. He has a glare on his face, and a cigarette in one of his hands. The camera slowly starts to pan toward the confessional booth, where it eventually goes to a shot from the inside of one of the stalls of the booth, where Allen Vant is sitting. It's not the biggest of churches, obviously fit to seat only about three-hundred people or so, but it's relatively new and nice inside. The scene opens up inside a Catholic church.
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