The evolution of Judas - Chapter 1

[judasaliah]

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.     

-Socrates- 

{Scene opens to a tiny cubicle, one amongst many in a sea of conformity. We see a man furiously typing away on a computer, his eyes fixated on the screen. This man bears a resemblance to the wrestler we met from last week, the man known as Judas but this was a different time and perhaps a different man. There is no long hair, no unkempt beard. His hair is slicked down on his head in a part, his face is clean shaven and his clothes are humdrum, clothes that likely mimic the clothes of the man sitting in the next cubicle}



{A man wearing an expensive looking well-tailored suit walks over to his, he holds a coffee cup in his hand and leans on the cubicle, his other hand is buried deep in his pocket and you can hear the jostling of change in his pocket}



Boss: Mark, hey I don’t mean to micromanage you here, but I really need that analysis report, like, yesterday morning.



{Apparently Judas once went by the name Mark and he looks puzzled and quickly reaches his hand over to a bin where he furiously digs around like a squirrel attempting to store nuts. He pulls a memo out and brings it close to his face; he then turns it to his boss and points to some small text.}



Mark: Yes sir, but this official office memo states that this particular analysis isn’t due until the end of the day, I am certainly on schedule to meet that deadline sir.



{The demeanor of his boss changes and he pulls his hand out of his pocket throwing a handful of change at Mark and slamming his fist on his desk}



Boss: I don’t care what the memo say Goddammit, I need that report now, I need it immediately because my ass is on the line here. If you don’t get me that report in about a half hour, you are going to have to find a new job you stupid plebian.



{Mark looks scared, meek in character. He nods his head and the other man slaps him on the face, gently}



Boss: Now that is a good boy.



{The boss turns and walks away, still holding the cup of coffee and somehow not spilling a drop during that whole altercation. Mark turns towards the computer screen where he starts to furiously type. The screen flashes briefly for a moment, he does the normal IT move and slaps the side of the screen, which seems to work for a moment until the screen flips again, and then plunges into static}



Mark: Oh no, this isn’t good. I need this to work now.



{He picks up the phone and starts dialing numbers, when across the screen fading onto the screen is a large circle with an X written through it. Mark’s mouth falls agape and he puts the phone down. Words flash across the screen of the computer and read the following message, “We are ever watchful.” Mark looks around the area, standing and checking to find a group of people laughing, or playing some prank. He sees nothing conspicuous and sits back down. The screen flashes again and a single word is written “Conform.” The “o’s” have x’s scratched through them as well.}

{Judas’ face turns white as the screen flashes back to the spreadsheet he was working on.}



Mark: What? I didn’t have this finished?



{He scrolls through the screen and the report is done, completely. He stands looking around the office once again as we fade}



Mr. Tolly.



You are the epitome of everything that I have come to despise in this world; you are self-serving and unable to take responsibility for your own failings. This is true of your entire career, a man that attacks a person in power because they aren’t performing is embarrassing and crass, and something that you should be embarrassed of. You didn’t fail in your past because of preferential treatment, you failed because ultimately.



You are a failure.



And I understand that feeling, I spent a great deal of my life wallowing in the mud, feeling like I was trudging through a mundane existence, blaming everyone for my problems. That is when I found him, or, more truthfully, he found me.



And he showed me how easy life can be. He showed me the glory and power that is the truth of our existence, not the cookie cutter life you lead John, not the predetermined existence that you have chosen to accept. Because you talk, and it has been said before, you act and it has been accomplished fourfold. I am ultimately the person who is going to show you that your technical wonderment is nothing more than a practice in infamy.



Because when technical expertise meets brute force, all of your wristlocks and armbars will do nothing so cede the train that is pointed in your direction and picking up steam. See John, you are in this for yourself, for your own jaded ideology. I am here for him and for my people who believe in him. I am not a god, I am not going to sit here and claim that I am better than you, or that I am going to beat you in that ring.



Because that isn’t what it is about, I am not here to spread my own brand because that is the mistake that we have been making for years, the mistake you make every day when you wake up looking in the mirror for a blemish that must be attacked, the mistake I made throughout my life when I complied to the notions of some invisible entity in the boardroom, when I conformed to the ideologies of a society that has been jaded for so long that I see only one opportunity for its redemptions.



See, Mr. Tolly I am a very lucky person, because he gained interest in me, he chose me and found me and asked me to spread his message through brutality and reason, and that is what I am going to do. When you act, people listen, when you have results they pay attention.



You may not all like me now, and that is understandable, it is human nature to dislike what you don’t understand. It is human nature to fear that which you don’t understand and for a while people will look at me with fear in their eyes, hate in their hearts and poor intentions crossing their lips. But when they see that I bring nothing more than a chance to reach another state of enlightenment…



We will sing together.



We will dance together.



And we will love together.



Mr. Tolly, your fate has been written and I don’t think you have the will to change it.



{Mark pulls in his driveway at home, he finds his way to the porch and attempts to open the door, but it is locked. He looks confused and you can tell by the surrounding area that this isn’t the type of neighborhood where a person would have to lock their doors. He fumbles in his pocket pulling out some keys and opens the door. He yells}



Mark: Betty, I am home.



{Rustling is heard, the shower quickly turns on and Mark looks confused but not suspicious. He walks down the hall and enters the bedroom, in the room the window is open and on the bed lays a tie. He lifts it up, and it is wrinkled. As he enters the bathroom we see the bare leg of a woman as it disappears behind the curtain|



Betty: Hey honey, I was just getting in the shower. How was work?



Mark: Well, let me tell you the strangest thing happened today, I was sitting at my desk and…



{He stops speaking and looks down at the tie which he is holding in his hand.}



Mark: Honey, this tie that was on the bed? Is this a new tie? I don’t recognize it?



{There is silence on the other end of the shower, the silence is not comfortable, and then Betty’s head pokes out of the shower, she wears an uncomfortable smile on her face, one that Mark doesn’t pick up on.}



Betty: Uhhh, yeah, it sure is. You know how your family is always getting you ties for Christmas, this must’ve fallen behind your shoes. I, uh, found it on the floor today when I was looking for something.



Mark: Well, this certainly is a nice design.



{He holds it up in the mirror, against his neck}



Mark: This will be sure to wow my coworkers.



{A look of relief crosses his wife’s face as she gets back in the shower.}



Mark: The window is wide open, that is odd.



Betty: Well, I was airing out the house.



Mark: Well, you should’ve left the screen down, it will certainly get buggy in here.



{The door bursts open and another voice rings out}



Voice: Mommy? Daddy?



Mark: Solomon is home!



{Mark leaves the bathroom, oblivious to what happened in his home, completely seeing the world like any doofy person would despite the evidence that lies before him. As he exits the bathroom we see a glimpse of something outside the window, not a man running bare assed but we see a figure, the figure is tall, wearing a suit and has a featureless face, static consumes the screen the figure is no longer there when we see the wife of Judas come and look out the window with a look of relief covering her face. The camera starts to get fuzzy again and we fade to black}

Mr. Mason… It seems that we are destined to meet with one another again, we are destined to dance yet another time but this time we are going to be allowed and encouraged to play with toys. This is going to represent a turning point for one of us.



You are too refined to excel in a match like this, last week all of your talk and all of your false bravado didn’t serve you will. You tried to turn what I said against me but all you did was effectively use large word in situations where they weren’t appropriate, and in doing so, you were successful in proving to the world that not only are you inferior in the field of combat physically, but you also fall short in the mental aspect as well.



I am not saying you don’t have some benefit and certainly will not be like so many others and claim that my victory is definite because I am many things but certainly am not one guilty of hubris. I know that on the field of battle a wounded dog is the most deadly one around.



With your skill and with your mean streak I know that you are looking to avenge a loss and prove that last week was a fluke, but sticking with this dog analogy, the dog that is wounded is also the one that is closest to death, and sometimes that dog just needs a little push, sometimes that dog just needs to realize how useless it is before it will travel into the great beyond.



No, I am not saying I am going to euthanize you Mr. Mason, I am no criminal, but this whole thing is a metaphor for your career. Losing to me for a second week would almost certainly cause you to question your self-worth. It was almost certainly cause you to wonder if you belong here. I know that I belong here…



Because he told me I should be here.



And since he has never steered me wrong, since he has never shown me a false path I know that win or lose our message will spread.



But Mr. Mason, I ask you. Please, don’t walk away when you lose, you have a lot working for you. All you need to do is get on your knees, I see that you have use, I see that there are benefits to you being around and with the right guidance and the right path you can find the way through him.



Like so many others have.



I will be your prophet and show you what you are truly capable of. I don’t want to end you; I don’t want to send you into the thralls of infamy.



I want to fix you.



I want to help you.



Accept him, through me.