Prisoners.

Thomas Donovan Mon Jun 17, 2013 3:48 pm

{{As night has fallen upon the skies of Manchester, Thomas Donovan has decided to take a brisk walk within what seems to be the confines of a prison, although due to the demolished state of the facilities, that cannot be known for certain. Wearing a black shirt with the words "nightmare awaiting" written across the front in white text, jeans; white Nike runners complete what is a surprisingly casual attire, considering the situation that is around him.}}

"We have all been prisoners at some point in our lives---whether that be in a literal sense, or a psychological sense."

{{Thomas smiles slightly; somewhat passively, considering the depth of the message that he is preaching.}}

"Those who claim not to have *ever* been a prisoner, are trying to hide from their own fallacies---a common thing to do, when you consider most people's reluctance to truthfully reveal themselves---which in itself, is a type of imprisonment."

{{Thomas laughs in a demonic fashion, as the cool night breeze blows its way throughout the setting.}}

"See, those who live a lie, are captive of that lie. They feel as if they are being drawn into continuing to live the way they are---by an entity that is beyond their means of control. As if they are in a hostage situation, so to speak. Their mind is blanketed and their spirit crushed, so they cannot psychically or emotionally find a way to fight back---to find the truth, behind their distorted sense of reality."

{{His eyes begin to flicker like a dancing flame on a candle, as the venomous words escape from his mouth. His message is deeper; more powerful than a lot of people can comprehend.}}

"It is those people---that I wish to save, before it's all too late."

{{Thomas slowly walks off the rubble; the scene fades.}}