Death- A prologueA Stage Play by UnwelcomeguestAn argument on the otherside·
M: Death ·
A: Mr Langley ·
E: Judgemental spirit ·
Am: Judgemental spirit Death a prologue M: Hello Mr Langley,
yes over here, now I fully understand that this may not be what you were
expecting but please try to bear with us. A: Where am I? M: Now I hardly think
that’s important. A: What’s that? M: So many questions
Mr Langley, anyone would think you hadn’t done this before. That is you. A: No it isn’t M: Mr Langley have you
ever had an out of body experience? A: No. M: Well sorry to
disappoint you but they aren’t as fun as the hippies would have you think. That
is you, Mr Langley, and you are having an out of body experience because, after
falling ten stories onto concrete, you quite frankly don’t fit inside that body
anymore. I mean look at it. It’s the wrong shape and everything. A: I’m dead? M: Oh I’m sorry you
were expecting to survive Mr Langley. It really was quite a drop. A: I’m dead? M: Yes Mr Langley you
are dead. You have gone from living breathing miracle of nature to another
God-awful suicide statistic in a matter of painful and messy seconds. Brace
yourself. A: I’m… hey OWW! M: Oh sorry about
that. A: Give that back. M: After what you’ve
done with it I rather think not. Listen to it, it’s falling apart from the
inside. A: Look I don’t care
who you are but… M: Shush please this
is very important. A: If I’m dead
shouldn’t there be angels or something. M: Mr Langley I told
you to be quiet. A: With harps and
wings and things. M: Not where you’re
going I don’t think. As I recall hell resonates to the sounds of untrained
violinists. A: Hell. M: Mr Langley you are
starting to bore me. A: I’m sorry but what?
I’m going to hell, come on. E: Hark hark the dogs
do bark Am: The beggars are
coming to town E: Some in rags Am: and some in tags E: and one M: In a velvet gown. A: Pardon M: Me, Mr Langley. The
beggar in a velvet gown, Mr Langley. I am death, Mr Langley, and I do not jest
about eternity. A: But I gave money to
charity. M: Wow, really. Well
that changes things. Let me see. Oh yes your right. A: See. So I go to
heaven M: Not as such no. You
gave a total of three pounds and eighteen pence through your company. Also on
the list we have six months looking after your old father until he died. A: Yeah, six month of
my time and I go to hell for that. M: Well at the time of
death your dad still had fifteen years still to go. You killed him for the
insurance then spent the money on… Am: Women of the night E: S***s Am: W****s E: Ladies of
questionable affection. M: those and proceeded
to use them in ways that we haven’t even heard of in hell. A: This is slander.
Where did you get that? M: Mr Langley if you
interrupt me one more time I will use the purple bit of your digestive tract to
stitch closed your mouth. You then proceeded to hide the bodies in a
neighbour’s garden. He got life imprisonment and killed himself with forty
years of natural life to go. Do you know what it’s like to slit your throat
with a sharpened toothbrush; by the way? Well it’s not pretty especially since
he didn’t know where the jugular was. Am: He was all over
the walls. A: I… I didn’t know
that. M: So, looking at are
scales here, how well do you think you’ve done over all. A: They were mistakes.
I regretted them my entire life. I killed myself didn’t. I thought remorse
counted for something here. M: Yes you’re quite
right Mr Langley, you’re only improving factor is that you saved someone the
trouble of killing you themselves. A: No, I want another
chance. Am + E: What? A: You heard I want a
second chance? You death aren’t you, sway it for me? M: No. A: How much? M: Are you trying to
bribe me? A: Yes I am. You’re a
beggar so don’t act like you don’t want something. M: Ask me again A: How much for a
second chance. M: How much for
another go at eternity? What were you planning to pay in, exactly? Souls, we’ve
already come to the conclusion that yours is worthless. Cash maybe? A: I’ll write a check. M: I don’t have a
price, Mr Langley. Nobody gets a second chance. Neither babies nor saints.
Nobody, Mr Langley. A: Everybody has a
price. Death. You don’t have to tell anyone. Just slip me back in a womb and
leave it at that. M: I wish it were my
job to torture you. Mr Langley. Everybody gets one body, one soul and one life.
You’ve destroyed all of those. I give everyone a set amount of time and that’s
it. I have a… E: Quota Am: Can’t go overdrawn
on time. M: I only get so much
life to split between the entirety of humanity. I gave you seventy years and
because of that I had to have another person die at childbirth. I killed a baby
so you could live. E: Crib robber M: and after what
you’ve done with what I gave you, you think you get another chance. You think
I’d cut short even more lives just for you? You wasted it all Mr Langley, you
wasted you life and you wasted your Death. That’s my revenge. Am + E: ring a ring
a roses A: What are they
doing? Am + E: a pocket
full of posies M: This conversation
is over Mr Langley. Am +E: Atisssshyou A: I don’t want to go! Am +E: Atisssshyou All: We all fall
down M: Goodbye Mr Langley.
Don’t waste Death’s time. © 2010 UnwelcomeguestAuthor's Note
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Added on March 7, 2010Last Updated on March 7, 2010 AuthorUnwelcomeguestWinchester, Hampshire , United KingdomAboutWell, I'm sixteen and essentially sick and tired of the utter mundanity of the world I get to live in. When I was younger I would pretend to be an alien and escape from school or have imiginary sword .. more..Writing
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