Anger

ANGER

by 

Kristoffer Kindh

FADE IN:

EXT. SPACE

Stars.

Distant galaxies, constellations, nebulas…

A star.

Fiery red 

Moving slowly towards it.

NARRATOR

HATE! ANGER! FURY!

It explodes.

A massive display of pure energy.

Million rainbows erupts from its core.

A supernova.

NARRATOR

So much of it is inside me, carving me out.

The supernova evolves to a…

Black hole

All the light, all things is drawn to its center.

Towards an uncertain future

NARRATOR

Taking away everything that I know, that I want. That I love

Moving towards it.

Getting sucked in with the rest, twisting light and planets to its will. Changing them forever.

INT. BLACK HOLE

FADE IN: BLACK

Nothing

Complete and utter darkness

NARRATOR

And there is where it all starts and ends. One event, one combined event with devastating consequences.

Light.

Smoke.

Thick smoke…

Cloud-like even.

NARRATOR

Something that I have to live with. To bear with me.

A silhouetted city in the distance.

Skyscrapers stands high, coming in closer to reveal…

A city. 

Destroyed, polluted and ransacked.

Goes on for miles.

EXT. PLAZA OF DESTRUCTION - DAY

Something moving on the ground far below.

A figure amongst the wrecked environment below

A SOLDIER OF RIGHTEOUSNESS diligently traversing his surroundings.

Crocked, old.

Strong.

Every inch of him determined to move forward.

Bruised hands moves away junk.

White power-armor brushes against the environment.

A pistol in his holster, ready for action.

His white colors have faded somewhat.

He stops by a destroyed car.

Something catches his eye.

Lifts up a piece of glass and gold from the pavement

An armband.

The sun reflects off it.

Small letters is still visible: E…M…M…A

NARRATOR

Everything had an end. Everything can be changed. Even when, from our perspective, something is inevitable. Leaving us with memories.

He checks the sky.

ON DESTROYED CITY HORIZON 

The sun is now visible and sets through the cloudy haze.

He looks down on the armband, fingers scrubbing off the dirt.

Places it in a small pouch on his belt.

Takes a deep breath…exhales.

Continue walking.

NARRATOR

Oh, how I wish it wasn’t so, how I wish some things could be unchanged.

EXT. CITY STREETS �" DUSK

He traverses street after street of trash and havoc.

Set on a goal, moving all the more closer.

Passes haunting structures, crumbled and desolate.

Buildings, shops, homes…

Everything scarred from the actions of emotions.

He looks at a nearby window.

Empty.

NARRATOR

How I wish that my anger did not take over me.

Portraying images in his mind.

Hearing voices.

Memories from a lost battle.

A losing conflict.

He continues yet again.

The debris and carnage starts to thin out.

Complete buildings getting more scarce and the level of destruction is taken up a notch.

Indication of fire is evident.

Molten glass and heated concrete.

Steam still pouring out.

He comes forth to an end.

End of the road.

End of the line.

Only a decline

EXT. CRATER - DUSK  

A massive crater in the middle of the city.

A barren landscape.

Only empty space, expect for one thing.

Something glistering in the middle.

He walks across the desolate expanse.

Determined steps, holding his hand over his pouch.

Smoke rises all around the circular plane.

NARRATOR

My entire world, decimated. For one simple thing.

He comes to the center.

Picking up a shining object from the ground.

A picture, inside a frame.

Shattered glass.

A picture of him and a woman.

Smiling at each other.

He takes the armband out of the pouch, lays it over the picture.

He looks around.

Taking in the scenery.

NARRATOR

So much hate, so much anger. I made it happen. I did not control myself. Could have blamed you but didn’t. Could have blamed others but didn’t. Instead I destroyed my own world with what I did to myself. Now it’s only me and me alone. If only a few words would ease the pain.

He falls down on his knees.

Looking down with shame.

Despair, loneliness.

Sadness.

NARRATOR

Emma, I’m sorry.

FADE OUT:

THE END

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Autumn Dawn Gorny]

The imagery is very powerful. You fell the terror and desperation this man is feeling. The only thing I am wondering is the Narrator this man's though in the moment or him explaining what happened later on?

[Kristoffer Kindh]

Thank you very much. The Narrator is the man in the moment actually.