Post by Charlotte Jacobs on Jan 18, 2011 19:40:36 GMT -8
Time: Late Afternoon
To: David Young Henning
[Moment of silence]
[Charlotte’s voice]
“What exactly is your purpose? Beyond lighting things on fire and being absolutely fucking useless? Is it just that you’re bored, and torturing and generally traumatising people psychologically seemed like it might be fun? Here’s an idea. Read a book. Take up crochet. Find a slightly more useful hobby.”
[laugh]
"Oh. Right. You're 'helping'."
[Man’s voice]
"I am NOT USELESS, you IDIOT. I told you already - I am here to bring to light things that you refuse to acknowledge."
"I have a purpose - I am trying to help before you become no more than one of those other stupid, broken things lurking around on the edge of Sight. You and others - but no one can see that!"
"The concept itself...my purpose itself...it is not my design, but I follow it. If it all seems cruel - it reflects upon Him, and it reflects upon you, but I - I am...merely...."
[Charlotte’s voice]
“But you’re NOT. You’re not trying to bring to light anything! All you’re doing is playing psychological games. I’m not refusing to acknowledge anything.”
[cough]
“You don’t have a purpose. Your ‘help’ was as bad as those Shadows. Maybe, MAYBE, you stopped one from getting to me. Doesn’t change the fact that you practically drove me into their fucking arms.”
[intake of breath]
“You played with my fucking mind. Terrified me to the point that I fled, directly towards the Shadows that you supposedly want to prevent me from becoming one of. And now you drove me up the Clock Tower with flames and smoke. No. Help. At ALL.”
“No one can see that because you are not HELPING.”
“Not your design? Reflects upon Him, and reflects upon me? How, exactly, does it do that?” She... was confused. What the hell was he going on about? Well, whatever it was, it didn’t matter. “You’re merely a pawn? You’re telling me you’re taking orders? Why?”
[Man’s voice]
"Do NOT PRESUME TO TELL ME WHAT I AM AND AM NOT DOING!"
"I could have let that one kill you, Charlotte. I could have. But I didn't. You have to learn to fight back - once they can see you, it's FIGHT or DIE. You said it yourself, didn't you? Things are different from the first time? You're learning to fight in situations that would make most simply...stop. You are standing here SHOUTING at a man who you believe is TORTURING YOU. You may not think I am helping...but I HAVE left my mark on you."
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“I will presume to tell you whatever I damn well please. Since I’m obviously seeing things clearer than you are!” she snapped at him. “You’re crazy. Certifiably batshit INSANE.”
[cough]
“How do you know that it would have killed me? The others I encountered up close and personal didn’t. I managed to defend myself well enough. Without your ‘help’, I might add. I’m not most people. I hate to burst your delusional bubble, but I’m not learning to do anything.”
[disgusted noise]
“Left your mark on me? You threw my mother’s murder in my face, you son of a bitch. That is not helping, in any sense of the word. You’re a pawn. A marionette, dancing on your master’s strings. Doing whatever you’re told without thinking for yourself. Can you? Is it even possible for you to?”
[silence]
“Maybe if you could you’d have realised that psychologically torturing people isn’t the best way to ‘help’ them.”
[Man’s Voice]
"I am NOT CRAZY. And I can See JUST FINE - I'm here because HE CA-"
[sound a little bit like a fist impacting on face]
[breathless and hysterical chuckle]
[something hitting something solid]
[surprised gasp]
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“Fuck. Hyde. You’re his Hyde.”
[Man’s Voice]
"Let me get something straight. I am NOT - I will NOT BE - HIS ANYTHING."
[laugh]
"You're right. I don't have to be his puppet. I don't have to keep his ideals. He doesn't know what they're like...he can't even See them. He only knows that He wants to get at them...he only knows that HE is HELPLESS. That doesn't mean I need to be."
"Time to try that direct approach."
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“You’ll always be his Hyde. That’s how it works. No matter how much you wish otherwise.”
[thud, immediately followed by a hiss of pain]
“How do you know you’re NOT helpless? So what if you can see them? You haven’t done much towards them, save for when it helps you torment someone.”
[loud snarl]
[Man’s Voice]
"And how do you know - how can you ASSUME - how many of them I have actually killed? You are not my keeper...you do not know where I go, what I DO each night...."
"I'm NOT the one who is helpless here, in the end...."
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“We already established what I think you do. You remember, don’t you? I believe ‘nothing’ sums it up quite nicely.”
[sound of something impacting, then a cry of pain]
[pained laugh]
“Have you heard of a little thing called Dissociative Identity Disorder? That’s all you are. Only you have a little more... range than the usual alternate personality.”
“And helpless? Helpless would be not standing up to you. Letting you scare me. I’m afraid you don’t get that privilege. Not anymore.”
[wordless roar]
[Man’s Voice]
"I suppose that this doesn't scare you either, then? Hm? You see, Charlotte? NOW I am torturing you. NOW I'm just being a FUCKING PSYCHOPATH. DO YOU LIKE BEING RIGHT?"
[strangled sound]
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“Not... used to someone... fighting back... are you? You just... don’t know what to do... when someone doesn’t cower in fear.”
[laugh]
[Man’s Voice]
"...And you don't know when to stop talking."
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“...always have been a scintillating... conversationalist,” she gasped, “under... any circumstances.”
[strangled cough]
[Man’s Voice]
"Is that so?"
[mirthless chuckle]
"I wonder what sort of conversation you'll make on the way down."
[Charlotte's Voice]
“Wouldn’t that... be more of a monologue? I... don’t do monologues.”
To: David Young Henning
[Moment of silence]
[Charlotte’s voice]
“What exactly is your purpose? Beyond lighting things on fire and being absolutely fucking useless? Is it just that you’re bored, and torturing and generally traumatising people psychologically seemed like it might be fun? Here’s an idea. Read a book. Take up crochet. Find a slightly more useful hobby.”
[laugh]
"Oh. Right. You're 'helping'."
[Man’s voice]
"I am NOT USELESS, you IDIOT. I told you already - I am here to bring to light things that you refuse to acknowledge."
"I have a purpose - I am trying to help before you become no more than one of those other stupid, broken things lurking around on the edge of Sight. You and others - but no one can see that!"
"The concept itself...my purpose itself...it is not my design, but I follow it. If it all seems cruel - it reflects upon Him, and it reflects upon you, but I - I am...merely...."
[Charlotte’s voice]
“But you’re NOT. You’re not trying to bring to light anything! All you’re doing is playing psychological games. I’m not refusing to acknowledge anything.”
[cough]
“You don’t have a purpose. Your ‘help’ was as bad as those Shadows. Maybe, MAYBE, you stopped one from getting to me. Doesn’t change the fact that you practically drove me into their fucking arms.”
[intake of breath]
“You played with my fucking mind. Terrified me to the point that I fled, directly towards the Shadows that you supposedly want to prevent me from becoming one of. And now you drove me up the Clock Tower with flames and smoke. No. Help. At ALL.”
“No one can see that because you are not HELPING.”
“Not your design? Reflects upon Him, and reflects upon me? How, exactly, does it do that?” She... was confused. What the hell was he going on about? Well, whatever it was, it didn’t matter. “You’re merely a pawn? You’re telling me you’re taking orders? Why?”
[Man’s voice]
"Do NOT PRESUME TO TELL ME WHAT I AM AND AM NOT DOING!"
"I could have let that one kill you, Charlotte. I could have. But I didn't. You have to learn to fight back - once they can see you, it's FIGHT or DIE. You said it yourself, didn't you? Things are different from the first time? You're learning to fight in situations that would make most simply...stop. You are standing here SHOUTING at a man who you believe is TORTURING YOU. You may not think I am helping...but I HAVE left my mark on you."
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“I will presume to tell you whatever I damn well please. Since I’m obviously seeing things clearer than you are!” she snapped at him. “You’re crazy. Certifiably batshit INSANE.”
[cough]
“How do you know that it would have killed me? The others I encountered up close and personal didn’t. I managed to defend myself well enough. Without your ‘help’, I might add. I’m not most people. I hate to burst your delusional bubble, but I’m not learning to do anything.”
[disgusted noise]
“Left your mark on me? You threw my mother’s murder in my face, you son of a bitch. That is not helping, in any sense of the word. You’re a pawn. A marionette, dancing on your master’s strings. Doing whatever you’re told without thinking for yourself. Can you? Is it even possible for you to?”
[silence]
“Maybe if you could you’d have realised that psychologically torturing people isn’t the best way to ‘help’ them.”
[Man’s Voice]
"I am NOT CRAZY. And I can See JUST FINE - I'm here because HE CA-"
[sound a little bit like a fist impacting on face]
[breathless and hysterical chuckle]
[something hitting something solid]
[surprised gasp]
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“Fuck. Hyde. You’re his Hyde.”
[Man’s Voice]
"Let me get something straight. I am NOT - I will NOT BE - HIS ANYTHING."
[laugh]
"You're right. I don't have to be his puppet. I don't have to keep his ideals. He doesn't know what they're like...he can't even See them. He only knows that He wants to get at them...he only knows that HE is HELPLESS. That doesn't mean I need to be."
"Time to try that direct approach."
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“You’ll always be his Hyde. That’s how it works. No matter how much you wish otherwise.”
[thud, immediately followed by a hiss of pain]
“How do you know you’re NOT helpless? So what if you can see them? You haven’t done much towards them, save for when it helps you torment someone.”
[loud snarl]
[Man’s Voice]
"And how do you know - how can you ASSUME - how many of them I have actually killed? You are not my keeper...you do not know where I go, what I DO each night...."
"I'm NOT the one who is helpless here, in the end...."
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“We already established what I think you do. You remember, don’t you? I believe ‘nothing’ sums it up quite nicely.”
[sound of something impacting, then a cry of pain]
[pained laugh]
“Have you heard of a little thing called Dissociative Identity Disorder? That’s all you are. Only you have a little more... range than the usual alternate personality.”
“And helpless? Helpless would be not standing up to you. Letting you scare me. I’m afraid you don’t get that privilege. Not anymore.”
[wordless roar]
[Man’s Voice]
"I suppose that this doesn't scare you either, then? Hm? You see, Charlotte? NOW I am torturing you. NOW I'm just being a FUCKING PSYCHOPATH. DO YOU LIKE BEING RIGHT?"
[strangled sound]
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“Not... used to someone... fighting back... are you? You just... don’t know what to do... when someone doesn’t cower in fear.”
[laugh]
[Man’s Voice]
"...And you don't know when to stop talking."
[Charlotte’s Voice]
“...always have been a scintillating... conversationalist,” she gasped, “under... any circumstances.”
[strangled cough]
[Man’s Voice]
"Is that so?"
[mirthless chuckle]
"I wonder what sort of conversation you'll make on the way down."
[Charlotte's Voice]
“Wouldn’t that... be more of a monologue? I... don’t do monologues.”