NO PERSPECTIVE
Lights up.
Show time.
With the flip of a switch the red light changes to a bright green, the stage lights begin to flicker, a countdown commences. Five, our audience will sit down, kick back and enjoy the show. Four, the anticipation begins, building and building, he wondered how his audience felt. Were they sitting on the edges of their seats? Bouncing their knees? Three, rolling his shoulders he begins to ready himself for the performance of a lifetime.
Two, he felt murderous excitement, a feeling he thought he had left behind long ago... but here it was. Back again, more intense and he was living for the thrill of it.
One... A spot light shines on his face, except our audience cannot see any of the criminal's features.
A black hood, he had chosen before the livestream, covered his face as a sort of disguise; ready for an unveiling.The people at home would surely know his demeanour by now, it's all they ever talked about back in his day - the glory days. They would have heard of me before, He had thought to himself, my name is infamous. His costume was only for show, to begin with at least, for he would take off his hood and unveil his face; wanting his viewers to finally see how he had been looking forward to destroying their lives.
He had waited several years for his revenge after all...
"Good evening," He said into the camera, knowing they were watching, "It's nice to finally say the words..." He takes off his hood, sinisterly saying, "I'm back."
The white lights send a harsh glare into his green iris', he smirks staring directly into the camera's lens. As if the light didn't bother him in the slightest. It did, but he had other things to focus on like the reaction being received from the people of this livestream; shocked, perplexed... maybe even fury, anger? Who knows.
But he lived for the chaos.
Performatively he continues, "Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."
Bowing to his audience at home, he begins his show; one in which he had been planning for months. From the moment it had practically fallen into his lap but he lay dormant, waiting for the right opportunity to arise and it had... in fact, it was sitting right behind him now; awaiting the even bigger reveal. The true purpose of his show.
"Now for the show to begin," He smacks his lips, "We have to wait until she wakes up..."
Stepping aside, his hand stretched out to showcase his prisoner who still has her head hanging low; the people watching at home surely can't see her face if she's hiding away. The villainous man sighs, rolling his eyes into the camera before stepping over the short distance that separates him and her. Grabbing her face, holding her cheeks to be exact, he lifts up her head to show the audience her face at last.
"Tada! Bet you recognise her now... are you furious yet?"
He's playing with fire, he knows it but this is exactly what he wants... the city to burn in flames and feel exactly what he had felt.
"All these years wasted," He says, shaking her head instead of his own, "You, thinking I'm dead. Thinking you had killed me... when actually I was here - locked up! All along... I was here, bet you didn't think about that... but remember you have to make sure a person is truly dead before you revel in their ashes, or should I say someone else's ashes."
Carelessly he lets her head fall to her chest, walking towards the camera recording, pointing his fingers towards the people watching him. Shaking his head as he boasts, revealing secrets to the world.
