Post by jocose on Sept 29, 2007 11:50:01 GMT
This is based on the Alex Cox film that I love. There are places that if they hadnt kept Scarlachts character quite so mysterious they could perhaps have put more there, and this is my attempt to pad out one of those places. If you havnt seen the film, or dont know the outcome then this could be described as having spoilers in it for the ending and character connections.
A figure in red, sprawled across a chair, ashtray balance on his knee, the smoke spiralling upwards as he watched the flickering images on the television screen. A distant giggle made him look away for a split second- but only that, he pursed his lips slightly as he watched Lonrho, catching every nuance, anything that would give him the final fragment of information that would help him to complete the trap.
Scarlacht leaned back, staring up into the darkness, through cobwebbed hangings... above him the place he was going to kill Lonrho, he had no doubt that he would- and could, whether he should never really came into the equation.
Standing up he walked idly past the television, pausing to hit the off switch, its humming now gone the room dozed in semi darkness, the cobwebs moved, tweaked by a breath of draft, the giggle came again, louder this time, just another vicitim making whatever peace she could for herself, the world (his world anyway) was full of them-himself included.
Pushing open a shutter, the harsh sunlight made him blink and turn away, only to be greeted by his reflection staring remorslessly back at him, he returned the gaze of the distorted image with its pale face and garish hair- Red Scarlacht, a suitable persona, it came with the territory, like everything else around here.
He settled himself at a table-the only dust free thing in the room, various pots and jars covered most of its surface, a dark wig lay abandoned where it had been disguarded.
He began to apply a latex mask, as he checked the edges, a hand touched his shoulder lightly, he turned, a woman stood smiling down at him, only her smile was a little too wide, her dark eyes a little too dazed, she sniffed, " Now?" she asked, he shook his head, patted her hand gently, "Soon," he answered.
The woman looked vaguely disappointed, "Very soon?" she murmured hopefully. He shook his head, she sighed and shrugged, turned and walked quietly away.
He watched her for a moment, wondering what she might have been like if fate had taken a different route, he turned back to the table, preparing to put on the wig, as far as anyone around here was concerned, fate never took a different route.
A figure in red, sprawled across a chair, ashtray balance on his knee, the smoke spiralling upwards as he watched the flickering images on the television screen. A distant giggle made him look away for a split second- but only that, he pursed his lips slightly as he watched Lonrho, catching every nuance, anything that would give him the final fragment of information that would help him to complete the trap.
Scarlacht leaned back, staring up into the darkness, through cobwebbed hangings... above him the place he was going to kill Lonrho, he had no doubt that he would- and could, whether he should never really came into the equation.
Standing up he walked idly past the television, pausing to hit the off switch, its humming now gone the room dozed in semi darkness, the cobwebs moved, tweaked by a breath of draft, the giggle came again, louder this time, just another vicitim making whatever peace she could for herself, the world (his world anyway) was full of them-himself included.
Pushing open a shutter, the harsh sunlight made him blink and turn away, only to be greeted by his reflection staring remorslessly back at him, he returned the gaze of the distorted image with its pale face and garish hair- Red Scarlacht, a suitable persona, it came with the territory, like everything else around here.
He settled himself at a table-the only dust free thing in the room, various pots and jars covered most of its surface, a dark wig lay abandoned where it had been disguarded.
He began to apply a latex mask, as he checked the edges, a hand touched his shoulder lightly, he turned, a woman stood smiling down at him, only her smile was a little too wide, her dark eyes a little too dazed, she sniffed, " Now?" she asked, he shook his head, patted her hand gently, "Soon," he answered.
The woman looked vaguely disappointed, "Very soon?" she murmured hopefully. He shook his head, she sighed and shrugged, turned and walked quietly away.
He watched her for a moment, wondering what she might have been like if fate had taken a different route, he turned back to the table, preparing to put on the wig, as far as anyone around here was concerned, fate never took a different route.