The cancer is spreading...
* Mr. Entertainment RP for C12.
(((FADE IN to the sound of dripping liquid splashing against a rusting steel pipe. It's not quite clear what the liquid is; it doesn't sound quite like water, but it's rather disgusting to think what else it might be. Slowly, as our eyes get used to the darkness, we see we're looking straight at the corner of a room. The words we hear come from OFF SCREEN)))
ME: It shouldn't have happened... Fanatic... he wasn't meant to keep You... he wasn't meant to survive... I don't know... I don't know what happened.
I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry that Fanatic couldn't defeat Fanatic... it's all his fault he couldn't get the job done, isn't it? It's his fault...
It's your fault, Yossi... Fanatic... what's his name? That's right, Yossi Hayat... the Autistic Miracle... it’s your fault that you lost. It’s your fault that you couldn’t get the job done against Fanatic. It’s your fault that you left Her there, cold… lonely… screaming for Mister Entertainment to come and give her the relief She needed!
It’s your fault for putting your hands on the King of New ERA during a tender moment, cut short so quickly by Larry Tact.
Her screaming… for those few moments, she was happy again. She smiled at Mister Entertainment. She stopped crying… but you, Yossi Hayat, you ruined everything. All you had to do was beat Fanatic, keep Her safe until this week, and give Her back.
But you couldn’t do anything right, could you?
(((PAN ROUND to show Mr Entertainment sat with his eyes closed, back straight against the wall. Over his head is a pair of crossing pipes, and we can see the leak just a few inches to his right in the gloom)))
ME: You’re mad that I couldn’t take Her screams a moment longer, but really, you’re mad at yourself, Fanatic… Hayat… because as much as you wanted it and New ERA needed it, needed you to step up, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t handle it, Fanatic, and Fanatic beat you. All that faith New ERA and I put in you to save Her from his grasp… wasted… while cancers spread… tumours continued to grow…
(((He pauses, listening to something)))
ME: Yes, I know… he couldn’t help it, could he? He couldn’t win without help… I’m sorry. I am. He needed help. I know. I know… I know you don’t want to go home with that cowardly cancer… you want Mister Entertainment to save you, but I have to beat Fanatic, first… Yossi Hayat, I’m sorry. I just… every time I close my eyes, he’s there. He’s there, holding you, with his brother laughing at us… laughing at New ERA, tearing it down for his own legacy…
I know. There’s nothing more important right now. Nothing more important in the world than you… protests in Israel… those riots Sam Baxter told us about in England, they don’t mean anything. Only you do, my love…
(((He opens his glazed eyes, looking through the camera with his eyes focused on a point a good few metres behind the cameraman)))
ME: You don’t matter, Yossi. You couldn’t beat Fanatic, you couldn’t become New ERA Champion, you failed to live up to the expectations I had for you, you… are nothing any more. You’re not even a cancer, you’re worse. You gave The First a chance to suffocate my Beloved, a man who shows the worst of humanity in one scrawny, cowardly package… you couldn’t beat Fanatic, Yossi, and you’re going to try and derail Mister Entertainment, stop him from doing what is right, what is necessary?
No, Yossi… no… no, Fanatic… New ERA needs Mister Entertainment… She needs someone to stop her tears… to kill the Tact Legacy for Her… to keep Her safe…
She’s on borrowed time… thankfully, The First is too big a coward ta beat anyone fairly… or it would all be over… but if he succeeds… dear GOD if he succeeds at Cyberstrike…
I have to hope that the cancers stop each other spreading… while I deal with somebody who doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as New ERA…
(((He closes his eyes, taking deep breaths)))
ME: Then… my love… no, don’t cry… I’ll be with you again soon… you’re all that matters in the world…
(((FADE OUT)))