The world we live in, 7 billion people, half are female. Leaves men with 3.5 billion women to choose from, minus 1 for your sister or mother. The concept of the one, the special one for you and only you is even worse to grasp, the concept of friends being friends and not potential mates leaves the scar of a thing commonly referred to as the "Friend-zone".
The wind blows across, the road empty and black, the buildings tall and glass, the streets abandoned, a flickering light in a shop window, broken shards littered across the pavement, a small figure ventured towards the broken glass jumping in at speed. This young man grabbed a piece of metal placed on a high pillar, taking it from its original place, alarms went off, suddenly metal walls surged up and locked the man in, trapped he tried to climb free almost making it to the top until the metal slammed shut like a hammer on his hands, he fell down with his hand broken, clutching it hard he started to scream and shout. A tall figure approached him, dark and moving slowly it raised something to the man's head, a pistol, pulling the trigger, on the floor the man hit hard, a pool of blood surrounded him.
"Cut!" Shouted a man from afar "That was done very well, get up now Charlie" a man in a black and white sweater holding a megaphone in his right hand and in his left making a sort of circular gesture over and over. He sat in a chair labeled 'Director'. The boy who had broken his hand and was shot stood up, laughed a little bit and shook hands with the shooter "Good, we finally got that scene right" The boy chuckled,
"Yeah, finally" the other responded in a deep voice, his hands were huge, very tall and as he walked off he whistled at one of the girls in the prodution team. The room fell into a couple silent whispers, Charlie stood bored, until a very tiny man accelerated into his direction with a camera, giant flashes of light and the man repeating "Oh my, work it baby, yes work that!" with a female touch.
"OK, you can stop now Furns" Charlie alerted him, taking control, but Furns carried on snapping away, Charlie reached out for the Camera, brought it towards him and smashed it on the floor. "Yeah, I hope your boss likes that?" Charlie smiled, so did Furns, suddenly they opened up and lunged towards eachother in a brotherly embrace.
"What's going on? I see two of the three amigos but oh? Where's the third, for I am he and he is me, I am the amigo three." Chanted a voice.
"Oh hey!" Chalie cheared, "Yeah I have to go" Charlie devloped a frown "sorry". As Charlie walked away the third man forced his hands into his pockets and kicked a small piece of plastic on the floor whilst exhaling loudly. "You OK buddy?" Furns questioned.
"Yeah, I just..." the third man paused, an awkward silence arose, Furns broke in
"Oi! What's wrong?" Furns spat, "You're always so depressed, what's going on that's causing all this!? It's ruining my mood and Charlie's, come on Jack, suck it up!"
"I-I-I.... ugh" Jack stuttered before breaking into tears, Furns walked away in disgust, and as Jack found the floor to be cold and hard he lay there in comfort, crying and sobbing effortlessly. He started whispering to himself "Nothing, nothing is what you are, nothing is what you'll always be" he raised his hand and hammered down on the side of his skull, then he repeated once more to himself "Nothing, nothing is what you are nothing is what you'll always be!" he hammered his head again but stronger, her did this several times before the Director shouted from afar "Hey! I'm trying to do a scene here, take that stuff outside!" as the director was speaking Jack had risen to his feet with an evil look in his eyes, from his pocket he drew knife and held it between his thumb and first finger, slightly moving it up and down whilst having a maniac chuckle, the director stood tall but Jack wasn't phased, Jack drew closer and closer to the director and slowly the director started to lose confidence, a member of the production team lifted their head in confusion, Jack started to repeat over and over "Death to the different" he muttered under his breath but it slowly progressed and got louder, the director started to shift backwards with his hands open to his sides and Jack started to accelerate, the member of the production team closed the team window. The room was silent and no one was looking in, it was Jack walking towards the director with a knife in hand, the director shouted but the room was sound-proof, unheard he ran towards the set where Jack chased him, the director climbed the set scaffolding and Jack followed after, he was a crazed man. The director reached over to get to the top platform, aiming for the rooftops where he would be able to climb down the side ladder and escape but Jack was on his tail, knife readied, the director reached over the wall and attempted to pull himself up. Jack stopped chasing him and reached for a lever across the set, it was to activate the moving wall, as he flicked it the wall thrust up and cut the directors hand clean off as he fell to the hard cold floor, Jack climbed down and laughed slightly. The director was crying and Jack uttered the words "Hey! I'm trying to do a scene here, take that stuff outside". Jack walked away from the scene, and slammed the door shut, it was over for now.
