For this one, you must defeat twenty armed men with just your words.
SCREAM (any gender, mid teens through late life)
Don't come any closer. If you do, I will scream.
That's not threatening. Is it? Let's be real:
The entrance to this basement is locked. So: I have nowhere to run.
There are twenty of you and one of me. So: I am outnumbered.
Each of you has a deadly weapon and I only have myself... and a pair of goggles in my pocket. What am I going to do? Wave the goggles around like nunchucks? Of course not: So I am outmatched.
So it would seem.
But if you try to attack me, what I will do is scream.
You've all heard of me: A great fighter. But some of you have also surely heard that I possess a piercing scream. Yes? Yes. Some of you know it's true.
But so what?
Come any closer and I will scream. My scream will shatter the one light in this basement. Within point-two seconds, I will have slipped on my goggles. The goggles are infrared. I will know exactly where you are and you will be attacking blindly. I will dodge, hide and steal weapons. All twenty of you will be wounded maimed or killed. Either by me or by each other, thrashing around this cramped chamber. I will pick the lock to the door and shut all of you in, ready to be found by your boss.
I hear that your boss is less-than-pleasant. Especially on those who fail their assignments. I consider myself a much more fair leader. If you'd like to talk, put down your weapons. Otherwise, I'm going to scream.
You have three seconds.
[deep inhale to scream and end piece]
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes. If you would like to use this piece, please credit: "Courtesy of Matt Haynes and The Pulp Stage"