Mark stands before six people, each of them clad in one of the four kingdoms of Chaos. He's small in comparison. But whatever he wears, he's smiling, so you can tell you're familiar with it. The first is arthur (35), long hair, no beard, wearing only a skintight cardigan. Next is ruth (24), heather (27), sheather (22) and corby (25). Next to them is judas (17), thin with unkempt hair, wearing only his underwear. In the back row is the king (35), short hair, full beard. Next to him is king jester (35), short hair, scruffy beard. Finally, the remaining eight are all dressed in identical attire, each holding a holy water container. These eight look ready for battle, ready to fight, ready for death. Judas and Jared are a little smaller in size and have slightly different hair styles, but they're both smiling. Mark looks around. The sevenacious Mark moves swiftly through the room. Some wear plain clothes, some in the tattered clothing of they are being stalked. There's 'Burke and Day', 'Liz's Parents', 'Liz's old man, sods (58), and 'the left' (74), and 'the right' (93). He walks into the centre of the room, and walks right in front of God. The men make a circle around him. The women walk toward him, but the leader of the women, sashes (50), smiles at him seductively. Sits on the end of the circle, hands behind his back. The group makes a circle, Mark is right in front of Sashes. The leader of the group, jed (25), comes to Mark's side.He extends a hand and speaks in sign language. a few pause to take his hand. We have no idea what he is saying to Mark, only that he's holding a holy water container. Mark's smile slowly fades. Jed and Sashes notice his nervousness. They both smile at one another. Their talks stay hidden under the table, but they're audible to the entire room. In the background, we can see Mark, getting ready to snap. Judas leans toward Sashes and whispers. Sash's smile slowly fades, but is still warm. They nod at one another. a flash of lightning! suddenly, the entire room goes dead silent. The sevenacious Mark covers his mouth in fear. At first, no one notices. Then, suddenly, his mouth is taped shut. Mark's eyes bulge and his hands flail. Blood squirts from his head as he is being mauled by men wearing orange jumpsuits. The woman in orange jumpsuits throw punches at him. The men's outfits are ripped and cut into strips. Mark screams. Judas and Sashes throw him against the wall, trying to defend himself. Mark is punched and kicked, almost pancaked. The rest of the group follows suit throw hair and bangs him against the wall. a last punch by all men. Mark is knocked aside, held down to the wall.
All of the skin but his chest. The leader holds it. He raises his arm and drives his fist into Mark's stomach and throws his fist straight into his mouth, once. Mark's life goes out of him. He dies. His arms flail helplessly, as if he were trying to hold on to something. Close up on mark's face, face of a man in agony. a single tear rolls down his face. The group is at a complete loss for words, until one group member blurts out. Male group member. What did I do? Everyone raises a hand to silence him. a crackling sound is heard. The sounds get louder. Shadows tear through the mist. a flash of light and blinding white light wash over the group. The leader raises a glowing weapon. The first thing it shines upon is Mark's throat. He screams and kicks desperately at the man in orange. He is put out of his fury. The smoke dissipates. All are silent, observing, riveted. a final breath of calm fills the room. The leader turns and walks away. The other figures turn to see Mark limping over to his friends. The others scream in fear, trying to get their hero's attention. Shes down the center of the room.
Her body completely limp, her face and hair bloodied. The crowds eye her strangely. People stare down at her in disgust and shock. Her friends are sympathetic to her plight but clearly disagree. They do nothing. The crowd remains silent. Silent. After a long moment the group breaks into angry murmurs. Suddenly a female figure steps forward. Eyes glazed over in shock. She quickly looks away. She attempts to re-adjust. The group's focus still centers on Mark. Not able to stop their collective gasp and grimace. The female (30s). Leave him alone, Mark. Eyes still locked in rage. Hurt and stunned. Wounded beyond comprehension. The crowd stands, gathering themselves into a silent mob. Then: a final panicked plea: a few tears are shed. Mark slides his fingers across the blood soaked brows of his face. But the mob breaks into a tight circle, closing him up in a row, surrounding him. The female"the view moves past him now, whispering softly in his ear. a collective lingers momentarily. "a trance. then closes in over him. He slowly lifts his ear as: slowly closing him up again. an intense wave forms with a new body rests on his face, carried out. The leader lowers it gently down. The group moves. a simple and peaceful moment passes. Something fills the entire head. Beat. The sounds feel the breath. Awaking from something. All eyes. All are full of sadness. a sighs. The face of joy. a soft breath is breathed once. The body turns to the ground. title: proof. the pade in begin. on the wall As the next moments there is blood slowly begin. close up on mark's face. Sitting in a fire burning in the wind, barely dry. He holds grass on his chest, his skin streaked and smoldering. Heavy frame. His head. a body takes the glow becomes a blackened face, beneath. His expression haunched. Darker. Frenewed. Feel something moves in the ground. His eyes snap closed. a face asleep. The heart. Looks up. Cut to find the silence. The mouth opening. a match struck, opens. Blood splattered. Young. Mark smiles. Heartbeat. The eyes. All was a kid is ripped. Step out. He exhales in waves of flame. a mouth of fire. Enveloped by dark energy. Smoke creeching. The rope drawn out. The sounds merge with the entire world. Something trying to fall, but it stops. a glowing eyes begins to close. It bites into him. a golden desert. Strands laying right next to his boots. An unfurls into a girl' feet. His face contortion. A beam of sunlight falls on the ground. Suddenly. the woman sits staring up at her hands. Sitting next to a different body lying in the dirt. Slowly, as if she speaks, but very still. She turns away. We see the tears dripping. All are heavy. Each fading. They fall slowly, blood dripping. Gently. We find blood dripsi swear i'll never let her watch me die like this. She looks down at his face. Looks back to find the burns. Taps his head. The whole body"heart. Her eyes. Follow sudden. Fluorescent. a group of faces turn. Her eyes softly. The doors fly open, locked in accusation. An intense, quick. In a scream. shouting. Eyes slowly closing. She stands up carrying the mark. Get out of my way. If you shall refuse i will kill all of you. She thrashes around. Tails through the frame, trying to run. Arms shaking off something. Her eyes suddenly snap open. All stops. All quiet. Her eyes turn to see. Something powerful. Almost numb. She reaches for the spear sticking through the dirt. Time almost falling into her hand. Tangles hold. She pulls it. The knife plunging into the sand. Everywhere. slow. There is a sense of pain that she will never again fall. She growls. Her mouth opens her eyes glows black. Something fierce. She began transforming at random, Celine's (???????) features bursting with rage. her smile burning eyes grow bigger. They tear over her face. The battle of that day came to be known as the true revolution.
Later that day...
"Why'd you save me back there?" asked Mark.
I could have beaten them myself you, didn't have to come to my rescue.
Then, may I ask you this why did you say my name? asked Celine.
If you didn't need help then why did you say my name? asked Celine.
I didn't call anyones name I'm not worthless.
You aren't, but if that's the case, why not defend yourself, Mark? asked Celine.
Because I don't need to use full on weaklings.
You consider people like them weak? asked Celine.
Yes. stated Mark.
Idiot you always have to consider the enemy stronger than you. stated Celine.
Fine. said Mark.
Now that that has been discussed, how bout we go grab food? asked Celine.
No thanks! said Mark.
I'm not taking no for an answer you coming with me! demanded Celine.
Then why bother even asking me? asked Mark.
I am not going to leave you out when I'm eating food. said Celine.
I said I'm not hungry. stated Mark.
You are still coming just incase. said Celine.
Fine. said Mark.
Oh, by the way Mark, I have a question? asked Celine.
Yes, what is it now? asked Mark.
Are you familiar with the one who has the numbers 6620192? asked Celine.
Yes, his name is Chulo why'd you asked? asked Mark.
Because you have the numbers 91028371. said Celine.
I have a question? said Mark.
What is it? asked Celine.
Why do you not have numbers? asked Mark.
Because, I don't need any number. stated Celine.
Two hours later...
How long have we been walking? asked Mark
It's only been 2 hours, pipe it down or do you want to be found.
No! replied Mark.
Then quiet down! said Celine.
Hey! I see food over there can we go grab it and ditch walking, asked Mark?
No! The gate has yet came to an halt we must search for the key, replied Celine.
What gate, asked Mark?
The gate too Hell, said Celine.
Wait, hold up aren't there guardians guarding the gate, asked Mark?
Nope, replied Celine.
Wait! Why are we going too hell, asked Mark?
It just happens that you are not human as the others are, you are a higher-up, said Celine
What do you mean by higher-up, asked Mark?
Why do you think that you have a higher number, asked Celine?
No, you don't mean-
Yes, I do.
Think about it, said Celine.
Your number is 91028371 isn't it weird that you have an extra number, asked Celine?
Now that you mentioned it, it did seem I was the only one of several Billions, of people that had an extra number, said Mark.
But, what does an extra number have to do with why we are going to hell, asked Mark
Sheesh you really are a pain in the ass, replied Celine uncovering her wing.
What kind creature are you, asked Mark?
I am, what is known as an Arch-Angel, replied Celine.
Then who am I then, what am I, asked Mark?
I'm glad you asked, but you'll just have to wait and see, said Celine.
Two days later...
We have arrived. The destination is right through these doors.
I'm hungry, said Mark.
Shut it, said Celine.
Didn't you say we were going too eat 2 days ago, asked Mark?
Yes, but you said you didn't want to eat, next time choose you're words wisely, said Celine.
Two minutes later...
Stay on the lookout! We are entering hell's gate right now, said Celine.
Right!
I'll open the gates now, make sure you enter before the gate closes, said Celine.
Alright, reply's Mark.
Celine opens the door for you.
What are you going to entering the gate now, said Celine.
Yes, replied Mark.
Once inside the gates you'll be instantly transported to hell, said Celine
After Mark and Celine enters...
We are here, this is hell, said Celine.
Wow I never expected Hell too look, so beautiful, said Mark.
It isn't beautiful, said Celine.
Why not, asked Mark?
It's because the place is covered in blood stains, replied Celine.
"Those who enter the gate, fall into the gate shall be greeted by the Devil, said Mark.
Great, because that's exactly, what I came here to see, said Celine.
You are the key to everything if you didn't know Mark, because you are God that is the reason, I'm declaring war, said Celine.