Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2006 22:31:21 GMT -5
The scene opens as Benjamin Banks is seen walking down a long corridor. The place, unknown, however one thing leaves a striking resemblance in the mind of Benjamin. As he continues walking up and down the hall, a tear falls from his eye. After wiping the tear from his eye he bends down and looks the remains of an old candy bar wrapper. The floor is damp, full of mud. The creeks on the old tiled flooring break into the silence. The room is filled with memory. Benjamin, now calm looks into the camera and continues walking.
Benjamin Banks- So, here we are again right? This place I once lived in for three days no food or water. Most of you don’t remember this I am sure, though during those three days I was in a deep trance. Once the test had been completed I was awaken. I don’t feel the need to get back into the details though the one thing I feel you should know is this memory has been with me since my last match and until now. There are things that still haunt me about this room, though the one thing that still shakes me up is Hans’s last few words to me, and the gift. The gift was a flute, the words were no matter what life brings you, find a way to get though it. I still play the flute every so often. Mostly it reminds me of this place, and those days so I stop playing.
Benjamin is suddenly stopped, while a large noise can be heard from the top of the stairs. Benjamin reaches the stairs and with little hesitation begins running towards the door. A large pale man, large blue eyes shinning down at Benjamin was leaning against the door. As Benjamin reached him, the man could barely speak as he was trying to pull himself into a steady position but each attempt was a failure. Benjamin began to panic; he tried bringing the man to his feet. Something gave Benjamin the belief that the man just didn’t want to be helped. Benjamin tried the best he could, but within time the man just couldn’t be helped anymore. Benjamin called for an Ambulance. In short time, the help came Benjamin flagged them down. Benjamin asked to go with them as the man began coughing up blood. At the hospital Benjamin just rested his head as he waited for the results. Finally, the doctor came into the waiting room. A clipboard position against the bicep and a sad grin pinched on his face. Benjamin knew it right there, the man had died. The doctor explained the man had just lost his wife and son in a horrific plane accident. The pain apparently got too instance that he was to bring himself down into the abandoned building and let himself die alone. Benjamin couldn’t believe it, though what was he to do? Feel sorry for the man fighting to get out of the life he couldn’t stand to live in anymore. Benjamin decided enough was enough and he headed back to his car and drove home.
When Benjamin arrived home, it was late and time for him to go to bed. When Benjamin stepped into the door, something was pulling him into doing something he hadn’t done in a long time. Benjamin walked into his house, reached for a small comfortable box and preceded up the stairs and onto the rooftop. Benjamin stationed himself on the ledge, as he reached for the box which held the silver flute. Benjamin couldn’t think of a better way to end the night by playing a song, not only for the man who had passed, but for all who have passed and yet to pass. The beauty of life isn’t living it; the beauty of life is that at any moment it can be taken away from you, or from your life. Benjamin continued playing, as the camera began faded into the unfathomable gloomy sky.
Benjamin Banks- So, here we are again right? This place I once lived in for three days no food or water. Most of you don’t remember this I am sure, though during those three days I was in a deep trance. Once the test had been completed I was awaken. I don’t feel the need to get back into the details though the one thing I feel you should know is this memory has been with me since my last match and until now. There are things that still haunt me about this room, though the one thing that still shakes me up is Hans’s last few words to me, and the gift. The gift was a flute, the words were no matter what life brings you, find a way to get though it. I still play the flute every so often. Mostly it reminds me of this place, and those days so I stop playing.
Benjamin is suddenly stopped, while a large noise can be heard from the top of the stairs. Benjamin reaches the stairs and with little hesitation begins running towards the door. A large pale man, large blue eyes shinning down at Benjamin was leaning against the door. As Benjamin reached him, the man could barely speak as he was trying to pull himself into a steady position but each attempt was a failure. Benjamin began to panic; he tried bringing the man to his feet. Something gave Benjamin the belief that the man just didn’t want to be helped. Benjamin tried the best he could, but within time the man just couldn’t be helped anymore. Benjamin called for an Ambulance. In short time, the help came Benjamin flagged them down. Benjamin asked to go with them as the man began coughing up blood. At the hospital Benjamin just rested his head as he waited for the results. Finally, the doctor came into the waiting room. A clipboard position against the bicep and a sad grin pinched on his face. Benjamin knew it right there, the man had died. The doctor explained the man had just lost his wife and son in a horrific plane accident. The pain apparently got too instance that he was to bring himself down into the abandoned building and let himself die alone. Benjamin couldn’t believe it, though what was he to do? Feel sorry for the man fighting to get out of the life he couldn’t stand to live in anymore. Benjamin decided enough was enough and he headed back to his car and drove home.
When Benjamin arrived home, it was late and time for him to go to bed. When Benjamin stepped into the door, something was pulling him into doing something he hadn’t done in a long time. Benjamin walked into his house, reached for a small comfortable box and preceded up the stairs and onto the rooftop. Benjamin stationed himself on the ledge, as he reached for the box which held the silver flute. Benjamin couldn’t think of a better way to end the night by playing a song, not only for the man who had passed, but for all who have passed and yet to pass. The beauty of life isn’t living it; the beauty of life is that at any moment it can be taken away from you, or from your life. Benjamin continued playing, as the camera began faded into the unfathomable gloomy sky.