[Foreword] I awoke in my hotel room, drenched in sweat. The actions of the previous night were still freshly etched in my memory. What was I thinking? How could I be so stupid? To allow Anarchy Kid control over my conscious as well as subconscious nature was just that... Stupid...
The brutal, unnecessary beating of Xear... The unexpected attack on my OWN faction... The assault on... Keyser Soze.
True to his name, he’s caused total anarchy inside my head.
I've finally began to realize that the hell I was running from has led me to an even bigger pile of brimstone. This brimstone fathoms my greatest fears and knows me quite well. For this, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out... His sweet symphonies of control are beckoning...
[Scene] Lightning flashes in the distance followed by the rolling sounds of thunder. The lights in the hotel room flicker, as if undecided in their fate. The familiar face of Josh Sutton reflects in the glass and the camera pans backward, framing on the man himself. He looks defeated... His eyelids are droopy from an obvious lack of sleep. The glassy pupils in his eyes lead one to believe that he's been crying or is perhaps concussed in the aftermath of his war with Xear. He's troubled either way. Lightning crashes yet again, glimmering off his cold eyes as it disappears into the night sky.
Sutton: Why? Why? Why?!
Why what?
Sutton: Don't try to play games with me, you fuck! I trusted you!
Now... Now... Don't cry. Everything will be okay, precious.
[Scene] Sutton's hand darts upward and pats his shoulder. He seems to come out of his daze and slaps it away with his other hand.
Sutton: Stop playing with me! This isn't a game!
But I thought you said life was a giant chess board with people acting as pieces... Just waiting to be manipulated.
[Scene] The right side of Sutton's face grins as the other side snarls.
Sutton: I don't think you understand the damages that you've caused.
It was for your own good.
Sutton: Ooooh, this ought to be good. Do continue.
Haha... Look at you. You're down at the bottom of the barrel. You're swimming in the vat of NOTHING while others around you are prospering in their talent. And what's sad, is you don't even seem to care about it.
Sutton: You're way out of your element.
Am I? Your vocals say "yes" but your heart and brain says "no". Look at what I've done for you in the short amount of time I've been in control.
Sutton: Let's see... Turned all my friends against me... Attacked Keyser Soze... Pissed off my mentor... Yeah, I'd say you really lined up happy days for me.
You're a real pessimist, you know that?
Sutton: What the fuck do I have to be optimistic about?!
We sent a message to Keyser Soze...
Sutton: No, you sent a message to Keyser Soze. I've been pondering ways to explain that to him, but I don't think the fucking ogre would understand any way.
Exactly, you hit the nail right on the head. He's an ogre. A man lacking the intelligence to function as anything more than a grunt. Fighting is all the he knows, and we're going to use that against him.
Sutton: As much as it hurts me to admit, you raise an interesting argument.
It's time to start looking past the mid-way point of this barrel, Josh.
Sutton: Well, when you're right... You're right. But I have to smooth things over with The Factor.
You're still worrying about those losers?
Sutton: Losers? That's the only unit I would even consider entusting my fate with.
Let's worry about that later though... I have big plans for next week.
Sutton: Oh yes, Ritchie Danko... I nearly forgot about him.
You let me worry about that... After all... I am the action of this group... You do us a little favor and contemplate a way to get under that Hungarian Hairball's skin.
[Scene] The right side of Sutton's face glows with a wide smile and the left side soon follows suit. The scene fades with Sutton opening the windows, as if to symbolize breathing in new life.