• Scene Setting: One chair in the middle of the room, lightly dimmed around the chair, and barely lit at the upper left door. The seat is empty, and the door is slightly open to where you hear voices mumble in the background. The air is eerie, the voices stop, the lights go out for a few moments, and the door opens with a man bringing another man out to center stage and sits him down in the chair before him.

    Man 1: Do you know why you’re here? *circling around the man in the chair* Do you know what you’re in here for? *circles until behind the man in the chair*Well? (Questioningly)

    Man 2: (like you’re mocking his questions) I don’t see why I’m here…..I don’t care why I’m here….and I certainly don’t have to answer to you. *head down, fiddling with his fingers as if impatient* anything else?

    Man 1: *pinching the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath* I see….you won’t talk to me, but you will talk with her (frustrated with that statement)

    Man 2: As I said before, I don’t have to answer to you *giving him a cynical grin* now will you bring her out for me?

    Man 1: (getting slightly angry with this) No…I won’t bring her in unless it’s needed- no…no not even that I won’t bring her in here! *now pacing behind him nervously and getting frustrated* You won’t see her again do you hear me! Not after what you’ve done! (Lot’s of anger and motion)

    Man 2: *kind of a hiccup laugh to himself* still hold a grudge I see…I don’t blame you for getting angry with me *lens back in his chair and makes an image of a knife in his hands and smiles* I mean, I’m not the type of guy to be easily forgiven *laughs about the matter* good times, good times (carry out the good times)

    Man 1: *pissed off at him now, raises his fist up in the air but walks away to the upper left door and slams it shut behind him*

    Man 2: well aren’t we all touchy feely *laughs to himself* this should be fun *starts lowering his head and fiddles around with his fingers, then starts to hum a weird tune*

    You hear yelling behind the door, the man that stormed behind there was furious over the man not answering his questions. But something broke the silence of something breaking (shatter) There was silence, and the door was beginning to open as another man entered the room, he grabs the chair that was off to the side and brings it center stage (sideways from Man 2)

    Man 3: ….so you won’t talk huh *punches him in the face* then answer ME! (angry and demanding) Do you realize what you’re here for? Do you! *trying to get him to confess* DO YOU!

    Man 2: *starts to laugh at the question he asked of him in a mad sort of way* Ha~ ….that’s funny, no that’s real funny (pause) are you quite finished now? *looks at him with a smile* I’m getting bored of the 20 questions….just send her out here and we’ll talk one on one…..please (impatiently)

    Man 3: *getting pissed off now, he angrily throws the chair across the room and breaths heavily, then walks around him*

    Man 2: well aren’t we just being stubborn *the door swings open as Man 1 and a girl come into view* Ah~ there she is…my fruit of victory

    Man 3: what are you doing! *the girl stand before man 2, waiting to speak, but scared*

    Man 1: she insisted on coming! I couldn’t- *man 2 talks to the girl and both man 1 and 3 stop speaking*

    Man 2: so what would you like to know my dear….*smiling at her*

    Girl: why did you do this to me? *silent pause, she barely has a shaken voice* why would you go as far as killing him? I…I loved him! *making a statement*

    Man 2: why you ask *chuckle* that’s funny my dear, really funny *the girl has her head down, her hands shaking, she’s starting to cry* you ask me why…and I shall tell you *taking her hands in his* because I have a sick twisted love for pretty little girls like you

    Man 1: that’s enough! *pulls her away from him, she’s frantic* brother do something! (intermixed with man 3’s lines)

    Man 3: murderer! A sick twisted b*****d! *Man 2 is laughing at this time with the commotion*

    Man 1: *not really panicking, more worried and grabs his sister* sis let’s-

    Girl: you killed him! *crying* you killed my husband for your sick games! *crying/sobbing* you killed him! *being dragged away to the door* I hate you! I HATE YOU! *struggles and they stop barely almost at the door, she’s crying, head down*

    Man 1: *holding her around the arms, trying to get her away* come on sis, let-s just-

    Man 2: *stops him from speaking and silence them all* yes…I killed him (pause) I killed the man of your dreams for my own selfish reasons (smiles) what else could I have done? Hmm? Certainly not be friends with him *waving his finger when saying these lines and shaking his head* oh no no no no…I couldn’t possibly do that….not that at all

    Man 1: *pulling his sister away(girl) back through the door, you can still hear her cries*

    Girl: you- killed- him-! *fades as the door closes*

    Man 3: *his fist shaking, he clenches his teeth* you b*****d! *he punches
    Man 2 right out of his chair* go to hell!

    Man 2: *he’s laughing on the floor*

    Man 3: you think this is funny? Like some game? *kicks him in the stomach, Man 2 is still laughing* do you think this is funny!! *breathing deeply*

    Man 2: *starts to stop laughing* why…yes…yes I do

    Man 3: *fell silent for the moment and drops to his knees*

    Man 2: you know *weakly getting up from the ground, holding his sides* I don’t only go after pretty little girls *stands above him* I also go and kill annoying little pests like you! *kick/knee’s him down to the ground* How about you go ahead and die yourself *as he walks away, he kicks him one last time and starts humming his tune towards the door*

    He enters the room behind the door, and both Man 1 and the girls’ voices broke out. You hear a struggle and hear something/someone being hit. The girl comes rushing out the door in a frantic and trips over her own feet, Man 2 is following her out the door like a chasing game (calmly)

    Man 3: *seeing his sister* ….run *passes out*

    Girl: n-no! *she tries to crawl away backwards, he pins her down with his foot* no please! Please don’t kill me too!

    Man 2: *grins and starts humming his little tune*

    Girl: please…please no- *he grabs her hair and starts dragging her* Gah! *upper right stage exit*

    The stage starts going dark, but still have some itty bitty little light left. You hear the girl cry out, and Man 2 laughing in the background as its all fades away when the lights fully go out.
    End