Post by Xavier Cross on Nov 22, 2019 18:11:08 GMT
{The introduction to ‘Coming Home’ by Diddy, or whatever his stage name is now, begins to play as the street lights begin to ignite up and down a tattered and torn street. We spot a man standing underneath one of the street lights. The light flickers and he’s gone. With a panicked whirl, the camera pans around and we are face to face with Xavier Cross.}
Xavier Cross: “This is what it’s meant for right...Home, that sweet comfortable feeling. The recliner that fits your butt perfectly. The fans, oh the sweet fans. Can’t forget the boys...and gals backstage. I’m so excited to be back...Honestly, my head is so clear…”
Xavier Cross: “Healthy, determined, focused. It feels great I swear… And look, I know...there’s been some issues I’ve been quiet on. But I promise. I have all the answers you want to hear. I got it all. I promise it’ll make sense, it’ll all make sense.”
Xavier Cross: “Things are gonna be different this time around. This time around, everything will be…
{The normal emotional anthem by Diddy begins to slow down, finally distorting, before a painful noise echoes in your ears. Xavier begins twitching a bit as those street lights begin to flicker. Air sirens fill the air as he begins to march down the street. Hurrying, the camera follows behind him.}
Xavier Cross: “It’s just been rough y’know? I’m trying to do good, and then things leak online, and then lawsuits. I’m just trying to protect my privacy….”
Xavier Cross: “I’m a victim here too y’know? I mean, like...I didn’t want that online….”
Xavier Cross: “Since we’re all talking about feelings, I get it. Ain’t no defense in cheating right? What about revenge porn, or blackmailing?”
Xavier Cross: “Who reached out when it all fell down…”
Xavier Cross: “Who cared?”
{He pauses for a moment, as the Air Sirens slowly come to an end, he holds his hand to the sky. Swaying back and forth. The soundless night is filled with "Psycho Killer" by The Talking Heads as Xavier begins to slowly dance down the street.}
{Lifting a trash can up off the street, Xavier slams it through the glass window of a shop. Before slowly stepping into the destruction.}
{He pauses for a moment, before turning and walking towards the camera, grabbing it by the lens pulling it into this face.}
{His fingers twitch, as he bites down on his lip.}
{He wiggles his fingers in the air, letting go of the camera as dances away in the most awkward swaying of his hips.}
{Tapping his foot on the broken glass of the shop he had just destroyed the front-facing window of. And right on the beat of the song, he snaps his fingers and we fade to black.}
Xavier Cross: “This is what it’s meant for right...Home, that sweet comfortable feeling. The recliner that fits your butt perfectly. The fans, oh the sweet fans. Can’t forget the boys...and gals backstage. I’m so excited to be back...Honestly, my head is so clear…”
So clear.
Xavier Cross: “Healthy, determined, focused. It feels great I swear… And look, I know...there’s been some issues I’ve been quiet on. But I promise. I have all the answers you want to hear. I got it all. I promise it’ll make sense, it’ll all make sense.”
You knew who I was. You all did…
Xavier Cross: “Things are gonna be different this time around. This time around, everything will be…
Different
{The normal emotional anthem by Diddy begins to slow down, finally distorting, before a painful noise echoes in your ears. Xavier begins twitching a bit as those street lights begin to flicker. Air sirens fill the air as he begins to march down the street. Hurrying, the camera follows behind him.}
You think that we had forgotten?
You think that we had forgiven?
You knew who I was…
You knew what I was capable of…
I never pretended to be a good guy…
Everyone wants to play with fire until they get burned….
No one.
No one.
{He pauses for a moment, as the Air Sirens slowly come to an end, he holds his hand to the sky. Swaying back and forth. The soundless night is filled with "Psycho Killer" by The Talking Heads as Xavier begins to slowly dance down the street.}
“Keep up now. I don’t want you to fall behind. I won’t forget you. I’m not like them. I’m not like anyone you’ve ever seen before. We do not forsake nor do we discriminate. You see, I...we...are...The Forsaken. You want to forget about us, smear us, destroy us, crush us under your thumb….oh no no...I am coming home...just need to uh….”
“Got a few loose ends to tie up….”
{He pauses for a moment, before turning and walking towards the camera, grabbing it by the lens pulling it into this face.}
“So just sit tight folks….”
{His fingers twitch, as he bites down on his lip.}
“The show is about to start…fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa….”
{He wiggles his fingers in the air, letting go of the camera as dances away in the most awkward swaying of his hips.}
“Better….run...run….run….run….run awaaaay…”
{Tapping his foot on the broken glass of the shop he had just destroyed the front-facing window of. And right on the beat of the song, he snaps his fingers and we fade to black.}
Well howdy there pardner.