Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“Please, stop…”
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“What do you want from me?”
At the cabin, Luther Grim sits on a wooden chair covered by a beautiful deer skinned cover. He’s rocking back and forth with his head in his hands.
“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
His yelling does nothing to quell the sounds that disturb him. He continues rocking with his head lowered until suddenly, something changes.
The noises stop.
He takes his head from his ears and stands up, walking towards the window.
Thud.
“No…”
Thud.
“No…. please…”
Thud.
“NO!”
His roar is mighty, like a lion, but the face looking back at him through the window they were tapping on, smiles sadistically.
It’s a face that Luther Grim recognises.
Thomas.
Jinx’ brother.
“You didn’t have to do me like that, did you Luther?” He asks with a sinister smile never leaving his face. His mouth is wide, from ear to ear, distorted and awful. “How does it feel to be hunted like a fucking dog?”
“Enough! I just can’t take it anymore,” Luther whines, falling to his knees before the window. “Please stop. Please.”
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“Look at me boy,” Thomas demands. Luther reluctantly does. “Do you know what my crime was? Love. Have you ever felt love?”
Luther shakes his head no.
“I fell in love with the most powerful woman in Arcadia and what followed her was the most powerful man. How do you think that turned out?”
“I didn’t ask questions. I just… I just did it,” Grim shamefully says.
“But you fucking enjoyed it. You treated me like an animal, like a piece of meat. My head should be sat upon your fucking mantle with that deer!”
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“Stop… knocking….”
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOXXXXXXXXXX!” A guttural yell roars from the heart of Luther Grim, who stands up, his face red and his eyes bloodshot.
“Where the fuck are you!?” Luther continues. He starts pacing the cabin, ignoring Tommy at the window. As he passes by another, he see’s more faces which make him turn away.
Soon enough he stops by his reflection in a mirror, watching as it morphs into that of his father and then of Nox.
“I am the hunter,” he tries to convince himself. “I am the hunter…”
“You’re the hunted,” Nox suddenly hisses, the form of Luther Grim vanishing away in the mirror to see his nemesis. “You’re an insufferable, inconsequential inhumane terror and I’ll see to it that you never stalk another victim.”
“You don’t care about the victims,” Grim disagrees angrily, the visage in the mirror changing back to him. “You don’t care about who I’ve hurt or why. You’re here for yourself!”
A return to Nox is followed by laughter.
“Am I that transparent?” He scoffs. “You’re right Luther, I have no love for the insidious vermin shuffling around the levels of Arcadia. I do this because like you, I enjoy it.”
“Why me? Why…”
“You’re just the ticket,” Nox says with a chuckle. “You’re just… the ticket.”
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Luther looks to the window at Thomas one more time and falls to his knees.
“You’re just… the ticket.”
Cut.