come on, alex! you can do it!

a gravel floor. a kid in a wheelchair he starts with a gun. a young man across the floor. he starts with a gun. the scene starts with a gun shot, and someone hitting the ground. the lights rise and the boy is dropping his gone, he begins to turn the wheelchair.

man : i'm still alive.

the boy turns back to the man.

man (he laughs, it comes out violently) : you missed. you barely got my leg. you completely missed. does the wheel chair affect your aim too?

boy : fuck you.

man : already there, are you? just just going to put that on the table right away. fuck, i mean you already shot me. why not. where are going to go from there?

boy : you put me here.

man : i didn't put you there. your decisions put you there. fate put you there. before you were even born you were meant to come to this. sitting in a wheelchair, an empty gun next to you, a knife between the two of us (he laughs) and nothing but gravel stopping you.

boy : shut up.

man : well? this is your shot. go ahead. you've got a few feet to the knife, then a few more to me. if you make it i won't stop you.

pause. the boy shifts in his chair.

man : you can't can you. you can't get out of your chair.
boy : i can't walk.
man : oh. i know. but you won't even try to make it over here.

pause.

man : let's see, then. what would make a man get up out his chair to fight back. i mean, it's easy to shoot a gun - but to come over to where another is - where they are so easy attacked - in his personal space, that would be it. that would need a good reason.

boy : you put me here. you took a knife -

man : that knife, right there.

boy : -and put it into my back.
man : that's right.

boy : and then someone else.
man : who else?
boy : my friend.
man : and countless others! you were the lucky one, i guess. you know, i'd been planning it for months. it's a game i like to play. i like to do it to friends.

pause.

the boy screams as if he were in the most awful pain imaginable, while simultaneously lunging from his chair. the lights fall immediately on his landing. the sound of crying, grunting, and screaming is heard alongside the sound of shuffling in the gravel. then the sound of a knife being stabbed into flash. then panting. then nothing.