Scene Description: The Usual Suspects

Orange light glows in front of the man’s face. He is sweaty and exhausted but most of all ready for it to be over. Somewhere close by a liquid is dripping down onto the hard, wooden deck he sits on. The smell is intense and overpowering. The man flips his hand and sends the orange flame through the air. It lands precariously in the river of gas and sends a wall of orange heat flowing in both directions. The man can see now. He pulls deeply at the cigarette. Up above a black, sinuous figure is watching. Almost as fast as the heat traveled across the deck, the figure is there, revealing himself to this man. The man has been waiting though. He knows this dark, dreaded visitor. The one they call Keyser. A match flashes and Keyser takes a long drag from his cigarette.
“How ya doin’ Keaton?” a raspy voice asks from the black coat.
“I can’t feel my legs…..Keyser, “replies Keaton, knowingly.
“Ready?” asks Keyser.
“What time is it?” asks Keaton, wanting to at least know the hour this will all come to an end.
“Twelve-thirty,” replies Keyser.
The sweaty, exhausted man looks up at Keyser as if he understands what must be done. He pauses momentarily and closes his eyes. The noise is spectacular and it fills up the night. Keyser drops the cigarette he has been holding and it falls to the ground, bouncing in slow motion. Suddenly the orange heat is everywhere. The river has once again been ignited.