The Arsonist An epiphany production--Sariyah

The Arsonist  

An epiphany production 

Synopsis:
The story of a fire within and the winds or waters that change it. Invoking a call to the scariest thing in the world: why?

Intro scene:
A child burned seeks revenge on someone they can’t burn back. The black of the darkness of the door at the end of the hallway seeps from under it. A yellow orange is the only light provided to this door. It lights the rusted nails and hinges. The same old and obscurities colors the door and now visible walls of the hall that’s now also warm, and red has been added to the light. The red boils and the heat rises in the expanding room. Bigger and darker doors are revealed as a dresser and its treasures are passed. Then there it is. The light... a bright... hungry fire devouring the hallway and red rug with green embroidery stretching beyond the length of the rest of the dresser. From the halls age stained window you exit from the second floor into the silent street. Then you in the distance see there is a dark figure, and a someone that seems to have accomplished a oneness with their nearest almost absorbed shadows. A blanket is the night to them as you see, but retreating to the house with a failing integrity isn’t an intriguing idea. Then there is blackness and only the abyss of the rural roads between you before in all fades to darkness. 

Character:
(Story behind) The Arsonist : This is someone of little, but significant burns in their life so far. Each small burn adds to the fury of their fire. A single scarred and melted hand behind the devastation of so many, what some may consider, innocent souls. Condemned to burn before accepting death’s letter or whatever they seek beyond that. Changes big and small effect the fire but either way it will ever burn. The beauty of arson, in the dancing and the cackling laughter of the fire make it more human than most. The contagiousness of fire, its ability to spread like a smile with the destructive tendencies of a tornado. Fire is fair. It burns without bias, yet with purpose. That purpose is what they share. The Arsonist teaches and enlightens with a philosophy of fear and control. Providing light to the darkness, or ignorance, to the absorbing abyss of a world and society. How could something as little as a,’how are you’ be so detrimental to someone’s emotional state? Why would a horn honking lead to the worst demise one could suffer until a welcomed death? Who could stand the utter destruction of their everything over a rude interpreted comment? What could drive someone so close to the edge of humanity before being nudged over but the smallest of insensitive actions? When should enough be enough, or a tongue worth being bitten and held? And finally, where will the next match be stuck and who really is doing the striking? Some people are monsters, others simply crazy but what of an, or rather, The Arsonist?