May the choices you make be for the right reasons. May you always follow your hearts. And may the wind always be at your back pushing you ahead that extra step you are reluctant to take. I shall miss spending my days with you all, and please, please, PLEASE, make the most of what you have. It ended far to soon for me.

A one act play by:
Melanie Jarnutowski

Disclaimer: I took a Murder by Death album, Who Will Survive and Who Will be Left of Them? to be exact, and wrote the story of it in play form.


Scene: A little western town. There isn't much around, a saloon/bar. A church, houses, a school. Similar to all western towns, everything looks brown.

Characters:
William Elliot Whitmore (The hero)/Narrator
The Devil
The Children (alive/zombified)
Townspeople
Bartender


Act One

Scene One: The bar/saloon of the town.

(The NARRATOR walks on to the stage, standing in the center. We can see that he is a middle aged man leading into the winter of his life. There is a sheer curtain behind him, and we can see a set behind it.)

NARRATOR
(as NARRATOR talks, the scene behind begins. The DEVIL is seen talking, and it is a regular type of bar, with the normal activity going on.)

So here it is. This is the story I've been meaning to tell for sometime now. But I haven't. So here it is.

(Pauses and takes a deep breath)

So one night, the Devil is sitting at the bar. And he's drinking whiskey. And he's talking up a storm, and we all know it's shit. He talks a lot of shit. He talked through the night, and as the sun began to rise, he got up to leave. There's where it began. I pulled out my gun, and shot him three times in the back.

(Scene moves to a hospital)

For some reason we brought him to the hospital. Everyone was gathered around him. He was really the Devil. His blood was crude oil. All the business men were around him trying to get as much as they could...

(Trails off)

DEVIL
(Shouting)

I'm gonna fucking kill you all! This is the end. I swear by my last breath that you will all die! That fucker betrayed me! I'll kill him too. It won't be nice either. I'm going to rip him limb from limb.

(The DEVIL continues shouting, all empty threats and promises.)

NARRATOR
Okay. So as you can tell. I am the fucker who betrayed him. I was in the league with him. But he talks so much shit, can you blame me? So I started to overdose on everything I could find. But someone found me, and well, here I am now.

END SCENE ON THE DEVIL SHOUTING

Scene Two: The town, outside.

NARRATOR
So here is where I come in, and I can now tell you my name. William Elliot Whitmore. I walked from Tucson to San Antonio for ninety days. I came back to finish of that son of a bitch.

(A curtain falls and the townspeople can be seen wandering around seeing their family and friends strung up from trees, all are dead.)

As I arrive I see three men hanging from a sycamore. And I saw a woman sitting on the ground by it, crying.

WOMAN
(Weeping)

My husband, my son, and my brother. All were good strong men. They tried to fight them. They tried so hard. But they strung them up in the trees with so many others. There are babies in the trees. There are young men and woman hanging by their necks.

(Voice rising)

That bastard killed them all. That bastard is going to pay.

(Despair overwhelms her and the WOMAN begins to weep again.)

Oh, who will save us?

(The WOMAN appears to be talking to no one.)

WILLIAM
I will.

WOMAN
Who the hell are you?

WILLIAM
(Looking at the WOMAN intensely)

It doesn't matter. I’m here to save what's left of the town. Gather who ever is left and get to your cellars.

WOMAN
May God provide you with the strength you need. The Devil is a trickster. I will pray for you.

(She gets up and walks away.)

END SCENE WITH WILLIAM WALKING AWAY

Short Intermission: a man playing piano

Scene Three: The townspeople hiding out in a basement. We see them drinking, and arming themselves.

TOWNSMAN 1
We are all going to die. This is it, we're all gonna die.

TOWNS WOMAN
We have got to have faith. You are going to scare everyone.

TOWNSMAN 1
What the hell are you talking about? The Devil is out there, and he's going to kill us all, don't you understand?

(Shouting, frantically waving his arms around.)

TOWNSMAN 2
(in a hushed voice)

Shut up, I hear something.

(Footsteps are heard upstairs.)

TOWNSMAN 1
It's that bastard. Grab the kerosene. Fill up the lamp, and toss everything else on the walls. Strike the match, and toss it in the hall. Those bastards will all die hand in hand.

TOWNSMAN 2
(To the TOWNS WOMAN)

Take the children to the church, lock all the doors, and tell them to pray. And don't stop praying, don't sleep, and don't stop praying. Pray for salvation, pray for redemption, pray for forgiveness. Just keep praying. Never stop.

END SCENE ON THE BURNING BUILDING

Scene Four: The Devil is seen in the center of the town. Shouting out threats, and talking more shit to scare the towns people.

DEVIL
(Screaming)

I'm gonna burn this desert down, this town is going to be nothing but dust and bones. You're all at the end. You are all damned, and your souls are mine.

(TOWNSPEOPLE can be seen flitting through the shadows, running for cover, trying to hide.)

You think you can hide from me. You can't live forever. Immortality is not an option for you pitiful beings. This is the END OF THE LINE!

(The DEVIL freezes in his place, and the focus is on a group of TOWNSPEOPLE who seem to be decomposing)

END SCENE WITH TOWNSPEOPLE DROPPING

Scene Five: A dividing wall is placed in the center of the stage. On the left side is the "outside". The right, is the "inside". On the inside the kids have barricaded all the windows, and rigged the doors shut with chairs. Time is passing fast. Kids are praying. A girl has placed a flower pot of bullet shells by the window for it to grow, and it does. But it grows into vines of barbed wire, and it begins to cover the floors and walls.

(A MOTHER is speaking to the children on the "inside")
MOTHER
Listen children, listen to the sound. The dusty train is coming in. It's coming in to take us home. Can you hear the train rattlin' against the rails? It's coming for us.

(Children crying)

(MOTHER walks over to the window, the fields are on fire.)

This is it.

(Holding her children close.)

We're going home.

(Lights dim on the "inside")

(WILLIAM walks on, stage left)

WILLIAM
(To the DEVIL specifically, even though it is just him on stage)

(A train is heard in the background.)

I'll be waiting.

(Looks down, then back up with determination)

I'll be waiting.

(Pauses)

At the end of the line.

CURTAIN

Whats worse than a dead baby in a garbage can?
100 dead babies in a garbage can.
Whats worse than that?
The one at the bottom is still alive.
Whats worse than that?
He has to eat his way out.
Whats worse than that?
He does.
Whats worse than that?
He goes back for more.

What's the difference between a truckload of bowling balls, and a truckload of dead babies?
You can't unload a truck of bowling balls with a pitchfork.

What's the difference between a Cadillac, and a 100 dead babies?
I don't have a Cadillac in my garage.

What's more fun than spinning a baby from the ceiling fan?
Stopping it with a shovel.

Standing on the edge of morning,
Scent of sex and New Found Glory
Playing as she's pulling back her hair.
She drives away,
She's feeling worthless, used again, but nothing's different.
She'd stay the night, but knows he doesn't care.
She'd cry herself to sleep, but she don't dare.
And she wants someone to see her;
She needs to hear she's beautiful.
I need you - I want to save you"

Well, this is it. This is my last weekend that I have high school on Monday. As of Friday, May 27, 2005, I no longer have to go to class. Then one week later, it's all over. I look back on my four years in reflection, seeing all the friends I had lost, along with all the friends I've gained. The boys I dated, the two I fell in love with. All my relationships with everyone. How Michelle used to be my best friend in the entire world, and in a year it was all gone. How she went from being so good, to sleeping with every boyfriend, getting high, drinking all the time, and smoking. I look back and I see Jesse and I just over two years ago in the best relationship I'd ever had. The best one, I gave up. I see Will and I playing paintball. I see Zach and I forming our friendship. I see Dave and I in his dorm room. I see myself singing as if there is no tomorrow. I see Michelle and I dancing in her kitchen. Her and I at the movies. Miles in publications. The Talon, the yearbook. All the faces with no names, and all the ones I know and have come to love and cherish. I see all the tears, all the laughs, the heartbreaks, the love, the hate. I see it all. I miss it already, and it's not even over.

Tearfully yours,
Sunshine Killer

Poison of choice: Bright Eyes, Road to Joy
Weapon of choice: None tonite

see above pic.

9 mas dias para mi.

In other news:


So this is how it is to be alone, your heart feels like its cracked and hit a stone.

And how can hearts so young feel so much pain?

Well, I made changed my template for the last time, for now at least. I added the bottom 3 boxes on the right. All by myself, I figured it all out. I'm so proud of myself. So yea. Enjoy the new layout. I did a part of it. Hopefully soon I will figure out how to do it all myself.

fuck it. I give up. All I do is get hurt, or let down. I don't even know why I bother anymore. God I hope college brings better things than this.

Hopelessly yours,
Sunshine Killer

Poison of choice: Kill Hannah, They Can't Save Us Now
Weapon of choice: All the hopeless hearts in the world (I did this before, I just know it.)

Penguins don't belong on mine fields. The result could be catastrophic.

It's pouring outside, but there is sunshine in my heart.















That was so cheesy, I'm gonna go throw up now.

Well it's two days after prom, but I thought I'd mention that I had an absolutely lovely time. Other than a few dress issues, everything turned out wonderful, when I get pictures I'll scan them in and post.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

My day started out alright, and well ended kind of badly.

The necklace I was going to wear to prom, the necklace I've waited for a year to wear to prom, is now broken. Here is the story behind the necklace:

First, it belonged to my Gram, or my great grandmother. She passed when I was about a year old. This necklace is over 50 years old, so it's been around for a long time, and it an antique. Well my grandma was polishing it, so i could wear it tomorrow, and one of the links snapped off, and it's not fixable except by a professional. It is a gorgeous necklace, and very vintage. I fell in love with it when I saw it, and well, if I don't get to wear it to prom, the I must wait until I get married. So I may be in for a loooong wait for this one. I am heartbroken because of it. It has sentimental value to it, and now, I may not be able to wear it. It's very tragic. **Tear*


Love always,
Sunshine Killer

Poison of choice: Breaking Benjamin, Forget It
Weapon of choice: Vintage Jewelry

2 weeks at a time. Just two weeks at a time. That's how to take it. A very intelligent woman told me this today.



Just take your relationships two weeks at time, only look two weeks ahead.


She told me it hurts less.



















Thank you, Allison.




Love always,
Sunshine Killer

Poison of choice: AFI, This Time Imperfect
Weapon of choice: Music

I can't sleep, I hardly eat, homework appears to be a thing of the past. I have a 500 point paper to do and about 2 weeks to do it. Maybe less now. I owe someone $140, I owe someone else $70, and yet another well over $500 by now. God damnit.


Ahhh.....Fuck me,
Sunshine Killer


In good spirit I bring it back...
Poison of choice: Breaking Benjamin, Rain
Weapon of choice: Cellophane