09 the ESCAPE – Script and Artwork

Hello, and as per usual the scripting and artwork for the next chapter 09 the escape. Now i know im not the best writer or film maker/animator but comments are always welcome, show me the love or hate 🙂

chapter 09 – the ESCAPE

I escaped to an attic of an abandoned house, finding only the most dismal corner of the world to sink back into. Back to the friend I called the gutter, where all the people with clear consciousness and honorable intentions ended up. We looked onto the people that live with success, live with the hidden pain, secrets, dirty lies and dark actions, the stamp of a guilty consciousness. I couldn’t make this box out, it was taken me for a cheap ride, but giving me no quick thrill. At least before the nightmares were incoherent, random, yeah it wasn’t much of a life, but at least it was mine, and wasn’t half as bad as a man trying to hunt you down and kill you for no reason. I wanted the best of both worlds, the less of two evils. Maybe he thought I knew too much now?, or that I didn’t fit into his grand scheme of things, either way I was different, a cog in the works, and he was the machine. I was still coming to grips with the concept of reality, the swapping of conciousness like car parts with what ever fits at the time to make it go, and life was just as cheap and insignificant. I would be the same as everyone else if I didn’t know, same as all the other sheep, but I was lost from the heard, getting picked off by the wolf. Flicking between shells like changing channels of different static, watching millions of people living through their nine to five. Every dot being someone’s life, thinking it was special and unique, but in reality they’re only just a variation on what has gone before, but a cheaper model. If anything I was worse, not happy with the established, the accepted, I was rocking the boat I was in. I didn’t want this any more, I wanted to find the herd. I wanted days out and use the word ‘nice’ to describe things. but the box was the key, and I was the lock, If I destroyed the box, then I would never know more, I didn’t want to know more. I would be quite blissfully unaware staying within my cells. I was mad before, but the box has justified my insanity, given it focus, I want to be normal, normal being the consensus, I wanted to be part of that. No more, no more of this, I’m quitting while I’m ahead.

I want to know how it will end. I want to be sure of what it will cost. I want to strangle the stars of all they have promised me. I want to keep you alive so there is always a possibility of murder, and I want, and I want.

I pasted out when I smashed the box, like a weight that had been lifted, off Atlas’s back.

The box was bullshit, I remembered everything of what had gone before. The box was nothing. I should have regressed back into the loop and not remember any of this, I shouldn’t remember smashing the box. I looked down to see the remains, there was something else there, a note, a folded up note contained within the box. This is what he must have meant when he said it would explain everything, the note is what he wanted me to find all along. The box must have just been a box, a cage for the truth. I thought that if I destroyed it, I would be normal, but destiny slammed me right where I was expected to be, the key turned, I was released from my cells into a world of more crime, I preferred when I was institutionalized. The static screamed, leading me blind down a path. There was nothing I could do now, I was locked in for the ride.

I got really afraid. My heart skipped a beat. I felt, I felt as so it already happened, and I was about to see it again.

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