Characters
Chad Alexander: Chad Alexander is a tall, clean cut brunette in his late twenties. He has a slight British accent and a mysterious twinkle in his eye. Chad was born with a gold spoon in his mouth and a fat sum of money so great that he could buy practically everything he wished. Matters always go in to Chad’s favor, perhaps because he bribes politics and ordinary people to bend to his will. A woman can always be found glued to him or his ear. He is very boastful and arrogant. He is feared by his own friends because of his power and his thick ego. He loves to be center of attention except for when it is he who is being scolded. But it is no worry for Chad, for he always finds a scapegoat.
The Voice: A warm, glowing light that has no real form or shape. It is the voice of reason and judgment.
The Hands of the Demons: Slimy, rancid, brown and rotting, jagged nailed hands of daemons that grab and torture a victim on his way to Hell.
Setting:
Setting A: “The Mercedes” Setting A takes places in Chad’s gold painted Mercedes. He is sitting in the car while driving down the highway.
Setting B: “The Darkness” Setting B is an abyss of darkness. All the lights are turned off and serene music plays softly in the background
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Chad Alexander is sitting comfortably in the warmth of his Gold Mercedes car seat. He is cruising down the highway yapping on his cell phone.
Chad: Talking on his cell phone. Oh, Bridget! The party last night was marvelous! Looks into his rear view mirror at his face. The wine they served was aged to perfection. Nods to Bridget’s voice. Oh, yes, yes. By the way dear, did you happen to notice the new suit I bought? Phone begins to static. Looking at his phone. Hello? What? I can’t hear y- An overly large dump truck smashes directly into the side of Chad’s Mercedes.
Lights are turned off. There is silence. Soft, serene music plays gently in the background.
Chad: Eyes slowly open. Noticing that he is in complete darkness he panics. What- where- how- I can’t see! Where is my car? Drops to the ground and frantically pats everywhere.
A dim light slowly emanates at an uncertain distance away. Seeing the light, Chad stops patting the ground and rises to his feet.
The Voice: Chad Alexander.
Chad: Momentarily startled and frightened. He looks about himself. Who, me?
The Voice: Chad Alexander, tell me, do you think your life has been rewarding?
Chad: Body begins to tremble. Well, yes, of course I do. I’ve made more money than a king could ever imagine! Who wouldn’t think that’s rewarding?
The Voice: Angry. With a raised voice. Those who you worked with. Those you have lived with. Those you have fired. Those who you have lied to…
Chad: Eyes rapidly search around the room for a scapegoat, but he realizes that he is the only one present. He tries to evade the voice’s anger. Ah! Com’on! I’m not all that bad! I’ve helped people before! Thinks deeply. Umm… uh… How about that homeless woman? She begged for a blanket, but I didn’t have one. Yeah, it was cold out that day, but I didn’t have any blanket to give her! So instead I gave her my latte! Oh, wait… It was almost empty… Lowers his head in embarrassment.
The Voice: Thundering. That lady died that night because you couldn’t give her a blanket. You were to blinded by the thoughts of your warm home that you were in such a hurry to get to. You never put yourself in another’s shoes, Chad Alexander.
Chad: I… I… I believe I have-
The Voice: Cuts off Chad. Still thundering. Silence! You have yet to remember the widow.
Chad: Stuttering with fear. What widow?
The Voice: How dare you forget the face of Susanne. She was pregnant when you ruthlessly fired her even though she pleaded you to keep her. You replaced her with your half-whit friend, leaving her poor soul without a job. Shortly after she had her son she was forced to put him up for adoption due to lack of support. A lack of money. Right now Susanne is lucky if she can even eat a slice of bread at night! Voice grows loud and angry. Look at that which you have done! You Chad Alexander, you!
Chad: Trembling. No! No! I never wanted those things to happen to them!
The Voice: Your actions have already been made! Your choices have already taken their toll! Time after time you’ve been handed the chance to straighten your way, but each time you have thought of no one but yourself!
Chad: Breaks down. It’s so hard! It’s so hard!
The Voice: Your time is up! Your fate has been sealed by no other but you! It is time to be rewarded justly for your actions!
Chad: Shakes his head left and right. His eyes grow wide. No! I take it all back! I’ll be a better person! I’ll try harder! I’ll donate to needy organizations, and, and, and I’ll give my money to the poor! I’ll even give Susanne her job back! Please! Don’t hurt me!
The Voice: Rumbling as it slowly fades. Do to others as you would have others do to you.
Chad: Eyes light up. Does this mean you’re giving me a second chance? No, wait, don’t go! Answer me!
The light completely fades from sight and it is now dark again. An unusual noise can be heard from a distance. The sound draws nearer and nearer.
Chad: A puzzled expression upon his sweaty face. He raises his hand to his ear and cups it to amplify the unknown sound. Why, that sounds like, like… Eyes grow wide with horror. No! No! No! His fear locks up all of his muscles, hindering his movement. No! No! No! Go away! Go away! Help me!
The sound of jagged claws scraping against steel and the moaning and biting of one thousand demons approach Chad. Multitudes of slimy, rotting, decrepit hands claw and grab angrily at Chad.
Chad: Screaming and struggling for his life. No! Get off of me! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t take me away! I’ll change! I’m sorry! Please give me a second chance!
Chad Alexander is dragged into the pits of Hell. His voice his never heard again.
