The scene opens to a dark alley, nothing but a street light shining its light upon the dampend concrete could be visible. As the camera pans around searching for it's target, a flicker from a match strikes its attention as the camera zooms in upon Kole Chambers.
Kole is shown vaguely in raw form. He is dressed in his usual attire of blue jeans and a dark colored shirt. From what the light shows you, Kole is leaning against the door frame to an old pawn shop. The glass was cracked and vandalized with spray paint. Kole walks along the concrete, looking on as some pedestrians walk along the main strip upon the front sidewalk.
I know people fear me, they have to but they fear me
not because I do bad things or even good things, but because I do nothing...nothing but watch.
I know these people...I know who their friends are, what they like, what they hate and what they are afraid of. That's what scares them. It frightens them to know that someone ,somewhere knows them unbiased, knows their weaknesses, knows their vices perhaps even better than they understand themselves.
They fear I've passed some judgment on them that by watching them somehow I've ranked them. They just don't understand me; I pass no judgment, for I am a watcher, I am a witness, I am what they fear.
It's not my place to uphold or condemn the world but I do meet these judges, they come up to me and ask me things; Perhaps curious about me or maybe just trying to tap into my wisdom for their own selfish benefit, but I do not speak truthfully to them. My wisdom is my own and I never part with it; I just talk in riddles
and watch as they try to make sense of them. For that is what I do. I am that watcher; I watch Gods, judges and men all the same in a darkened corner of some crowded club never interfering, never changing, always learning and forever watching.
The nite light dims to nothing as the scene fades with another stricking of a match and a flicker of an upclose image of Kole's face.
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