(scene opens with two soldiers, prone from a vantage point somewhere in an abandon building, the scene starts with the sound of a gunshot.)
John: BOOM!, Head-shot. (there is a short pause, John adjusts his gun, then fires again) And BOOM! There's another one, Heh (John chuckles to himself as he adjusts his gun again.)
Alexander: (shakes his head and takes his eye of the scope to direct toward John.) Jesus, John! Will you give it a rest already?!
John: (Gives a small smirk at Alexanders remark, remains aiming through scope) Ah, Good Ol' Alex, always the Buzzkill aren't ya?
(Alexander, fully facing john, appears as though he is about to explode, but withdraws his words before he speaks and turns back through aiming through his scope)
Alexander: (mutters, almost whispering to himself) better than a sociopathic asshole
John: (fully smiling, seemingly enjoying the conversation to its fullest) What?! (abruptly asks in a rhetorical, condescending tone) could you repeat that?! All this sound of (suddenly fires his gun again) HEADSHOTS! really seems to be drowning out your negativity!
Alexander (without taking his eye of the scope.) For Christs-sake man! we're dealing with human lives here. The least you can do is show a little (Alexander Fires his gun which does not interfere with his rant) respect for the dead!
John: HA! My Job isn't to have respect, it's to kill who I am told to kill, nothing more, nothing less. (pauses for a half second, his tone turns more slow, and condescending) Besides, you seem to have forgotten to get a headshot on your previous target, look at him, just sitting there, with his completely untouched face. Here let me fix that for you (John fires his gun, implying he shot Alexanders previous target) There now the areas cle-
Alexander: (after darting up, lifting john and pinning him against the adjacent wall.) WHAT IN SAM'S HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!! (visibly livid, spitting as he shouts)
John: (seeming unaffected by the sudden turn of events, lightly laughs while speaking) Just doing my Job mate.
Alexander: HE WAS ALREADY DEAD, I SHOT HIM IN THE FUCKIN' HEART!
John: (without missing a beat) Oh, poor Alex, don't you now, chest shots aren't worth double points?
Alexander: THIS ISN'T A FUCKING GAME, ASSHOLE!
John: (looks Alexander directly in the eyes, and slowly says while smiling) "The secret to a good life, is to bring a game to everything you do. Even if all your doing is taking out the garbage, you will do that with excellence" (small pause) Karen Jo Fowler.
(Alexander looks lividly into Johns eyes, clenching his jaw, before pushing him off the wall, landing him on the ground)
Alexander: We're soldiers, we aren't supposed to enjoy what we do.
John: (pushing himself back up, still in an untouched attitude) Oh, and where's the fun in that Alex? we should just be depressed because someone else says we should hate our job?
Alexander: NO! (collects himself for a moment after shouting) we should be the ones who say we hate our jobs, we're killing people remem-
(cut off by john)
John: oh yes (still grinning, now fully standing, ecstatically using movements and gestures to emphasize his words) the Ol' (in a sarcastic, overbearing tone) "We should hate our job because we kill people thing" (cuts tone and asks inquisitively) tell me Alex, What's the difference between what we do and, I dunno, say being a Garbage collector, a cashier, janitor, a-
Alexander: They don't kill people John (visibly stressed as saying this, emphasizing with sharp hand gestures)
John: Ah yes. But all the same society tells them they should hate their (starts counting with his fingers, while pacing) "They take out other peoples trash, they're only their because they have too, they don't get paid much, if they work like them too long they're a failure" (sharply turns to Alexander) And you now what Alex, If you ask them how they feel about their work. they always say the same thing "I hate my job, It's the worst thing in the world, blah, blah, blah" So, you know what, If me enjoying my job makes me a sociopath, a monster, or just an asshole. at least I can take solace in the fact that I enjoy doing what I do, and that I do it well
(Alexander is about to speak but is cut off by the sound of a rifle in the distance, Johns leg is shot and he falls to the ground with and audible grunt. Alex hides behind a corn next to john)
Alexander: SHIT! (peers toward John) Are you okay.
John: (surprisingly still grinning) Meh, looks like he hit my femoral Artery, I'll probably be bleeding out soon unless you can get your- (another shot cuts him off and hits him in the back and protrudes from his chest)
(John goes into a small coughing fit, some blood flowin from his mouth, looks back toward Alexander, once again grinning)
John: (much softer, but still with some audible stress) See Alex *coughs* I guess you weren't the only one who didn't now that Headshots are double points *coughs twice* (much softer) that or he's a terrible shot.
Alexander: NO! NO! NO! (looks down at his gun) this can't be happening to me, why do I always have to be the one who deals with shit like this?
John: (regaining some vitality) Oh come-un' Alec *coughs* just because I got a few caps busted in my ass, doesn't give you the right to have a stick up yours. Now here (slides Alexander his pistol) show this guy how this thing should be done.
Alexander: (looking confused, speaks after a moment) John, I don't think this pistol will be very effective at this distance
(John Looks at Alexander for a moment with an inquisitive look on he face, head clocked to the side, before breaking into a fit of hysterical Laughing. Alexander looking awkwardly from side to side, avoiding eye contact with the seemingly deranged man)
Alexander: John. (john continues laughing) John. (Laughing continues) John. (Laughing continues)JOHN!
(John only then stops laughing, seemingly due more towards an irresistible coughing fit than Alexanders plea, coughing continues for about 4 seconds before ceasing, John final relaxes as he pulls himself to a sitting position on the pillar to his side)
John: (still with a hint of laughter in his voice) Come one Alex boy, don't tell me we're so different that we can't even communicate with one another.
Alexander: (serious) I don't know what you're saying john, Is the loss of blood getting to your head?
John: what a silly question Alex, don't you realize that if the answer was yes, I wouldn't even be able to answer you correctly, thus making it impossible to receive a useful answer. (Alexander stares blankly back at john, there is a moment of silence, john sits still, blood still trailing from his mouth, skin paling, while breath gets heavier and sweat becomes visible)
Alexander: I guess that's tr- (another shot blasts through the room hitting the pilliar John is leaning on)
John: (flinches downward) SON OF A-(looks toward Alexander) Come on Alex, This is embarrassing! This Sharpshooting ace can't even hit a sitting target! (there is a short pause as john leans forward and speaks more softly) Now we both now you aren't as dumb as you played when I asked you to get a bloody headshot on me, don't we?
Alexander: (looks away from John, fighting off tears, but remains a solid voice) I can't do that ma-
John: Bullshit Alex! (there is a pause as Alex looks john in his weakening face) now remember boy...double points
(Alexander struggles for a moment, before relaxing his stature, looks at John for a while, picks up Johns Gun and points it at him. There is a 10 second pause before a gunshot is heard. Simultaneously all lights dim off, except for a spot light on john leaning on the pillar, just flinching from the sound of a bullet. After a few seconds he opens his eyes and looks around slightly confused, but still with a somewhat smiling face that he's carried throughout the play, apparently more tired now however.)
(another light appears spotting the Grim Reaper who enters from the side of the stage Alexander was on, preferably Audiences right.)
Death: ( in a relaxed, surprisingly human voice)so you are John correct? John Carter?
John: (smiling while looking at death.) yeah, that'd be me
Death: Great, right on time. thanks for making my life a little easier here.
John: HA! (beat) Pun intended?
Death: (in a rhetorical, slightly eccentric voice) Of course. gotta keep this Job interesting don't I?
John: heh, yea...I can definitely understand that.
Death: Oh yeah, I'm sure...I mean I say that movie you were in, it was awful
John: (chuckles a little) Really?(!) Even after I'm dead I don't hear an end to all these "John, bloody, Carter" jokes?
Death: (getting closing, and eventually squatting next to John) Hey, what can I say, just like Heath Ledger, Hollywood kinda fucked you over.
John; (turns his head at the dark joke) Ooh, that ones rough... (chuckles for a second) so, which way am i going? up or down?
Death: well, that's for you to find out (points his skeleton hand in the shape of a gun at John, speaks softly) boom...headshot
(death makes a shooting motion with his hand as he says this, all lights cut off instantly.)
END
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