Berkley Monologue

His miserable face turned to me. His bleak eyes seemed to stare into my soul, and his mouth was poised, ready to devour. Berkley stood opposed to me, his once prideful demeanour gone. His mouth opened and closed before choosing to remain sealed. His navy jacket lay torn at the sides, the bright logo of AreLive still plastered on the side. How ironic, I thought, for his dream of creating a new Oregon. I attempted to speak, but my throat suddenly felt very dry. We stood like this, looking at the other, observing each other’s every movement. My hand twitched towards the inside of my coat, but I chose to remain put. In the end, he spoke.

“How?”, his raspy voice questioned. The sound sliced the silence in half. “How did you know it was me?”. His eyes narrowed evilly towards me.

I stood put, in front of his overbearing demeanour. I looked him straight, watching sin, greed, pain, anger and misery flicker eruptively through him. He was a confused man, who wanted an emotion to settle on. It was just too bad he couldn’t find one. “You hid quite well”,
Then, he laughed detachedly, tears spilling from his eyes. His body shook madly, his gun loosely hanging off his fingertips. “I’m a madman. I really am. You knew I was. Everyone knew. But who would’ve known, that I would be the last to know”, he howled wildly, his head hung and his body limp. He had lost the last strings that connected him to Earth. The monster in front of me had lost its last scraps of humanity. He was inhumane and lost in his insanity. He stopped shaking and fell backwards like a kite which had its string cut. He regained his bearings and sanity for a last and final moment. His eyes cleared, and he broke free from the bindings that bound him.

“As for my reasons… they die with me”, he responded, duty and determination lacing his voice. He staggered, losing his footing along with his remorse, before he pulled his gun towards his chest, and with a final, pointed look, pulled the