The Grimm Reaper of Washington D.C

Dramatic Monologue

           

The Grimm Reaper of Washington D.C.

Setting: A man in a trench coat stands in the middle of the street, wearing grey pants, a white shirt and a black tie.  Right of the stage is a row of white houses. Left of stage is the street with a row of four street lights, there is only one street light on, he walks up and stands underneath it. The road is quiet. Hat in his right hand, a brief -case in the other that reads Elijah Finick, all in gold lettering. The lights land on him and the house in the middle, as he steps forward towards the house with the red door. Then he turns towards the crowd, addressing them.

Elijah Finick:    Nobody ever suspects the well dressed guy, someone in a suit with a hat and a brief- case, so of course it was easier than I had ever expected. The lady that lives in this house was easy enough to find out about. She lives alone, has one cat and all her family has passed away, which means no one will miss her in the slightest. Well, maybe the cat. (Places the brief-case on the ground, unbuckling it he opens it. Eyes scan. Then face pleased as he picks up the knife.) This will do the job.

(Throws the knife around in his hand, checks the sharpness and then closes the brief case. Kneeling down on the ground his voice softens, begins to mimic someone.) I do believe that is a rather big knife. Are you cutting up a deer of some sort? The shopkeeper was pleased with his assumption, I would hardly tell him otherwise. Not that he would have believed me. As any good psychopath should know you don't shop at the one place for the equipment that you must have to pull off something so courageous. Anyway, I got my knife that has been prepped, the shovel and bag. I believe that is all that I need. Well, I still need her. (Points to door with his right hand, small smirk. Holds knife in left hand, starts up the stairs towards the house. Stops halfway, turns back around.) I have done this many times and each time has felt better then the last, it gets more exciting. I still remember the first time I killed someone. I didn't mean to, and at first I felt terrible but then that feeling changed into something else, then I realised I wanted to do it again.

(Voice turns into a whisper, he turns back around and goes straight for the door. Stands there for a moment.) I just have to open the door walk up the stairs to the master bedroom and do what needs to be done, I wish it was that simple. I like to think that I am cleaning the streets, getting rid of the people that don't do anything to help the community. I don't take the wealthy or the business owners. I choose my victims wisely, making sure that the people that I take will not be missed, and that they... (He turns his head, towards the crowd.) Well I take the people that are waste of space and air. (He turns and picks the lock of the door, steps in and before shutting it turns and looks out it. wide smile. His voice rises with every word.) What can I say? I'm just doing what needs to be done to make the world keep spinning. It's my job, they even gave me a name. The Grimm Reaper of Washington D.C. (he laughs.)

(The door closes, and the lights fade, a scream after the lights turn off. Then silence.)

(The lights turn back on and the red door opens again, Elijah reappears. Blood all over his clothes.) She was a fighter, I like that in a person (Sitting on the stairs, he wipes he hands with a handkerchief, once again mimicking the lady.) You don't have to do this. I- I don't even know you. She pleaded for her life and I simple smiled at her, I had to do what I had to. I don't know how she didn't understand that. (He smiles, stands and walks down the stairs back towards the light. Grabs his phone and dials the numbers 911. His voice changes, he sounds worried and freaked out.) Uh, yes hi. I need an ambulance and the police at 34 Wisconsin Avenue. I think there has been a murder I can see blood everywhere. Please hurry. (His eyes flicker up, he stares straight at the crowd. As he answers the question.) He looked a little like The Grimm Reaper of Washington D.C the silhouette of his body anyway.

(He smiles widely and walks across the road to the left side of the stage, leaving out of sight. The lights turn off, in the distance is the sound of sirens.)