Rage Is Loud
By Kellie Powell
Scene III: Acceptable Sacrifices. An already troubled young woman, Eve, has just discovered that her close friend, Fell, is actually a sociopath and a serial killer. He has decided to make her his accomplice - whether or not she wants to. Eve finds herself backed into a corner and faced with a decision to kill or be killed. She gets away while Fell is destroying the evidence of his latest kill, and rushes to find Fell's live-in girlfriend, Stephanie. She must convince Stephanie that her boyfriend is dangerous and that the two must work together to stop him.
We don't have much time, I don't know when he'll be back, he can't find me here talking to you -
Oh, God, you're never going to believe me. Maybe you should sit down.
Isaac is dead. Fell strangled him. He's dead.
Steph. He is on his way here right now. So I need you to believe me. This is happening. It's not a joke, it's not a nightmare. I had to convince him that I wouldn't tell anyone, or he was going to kill me, too. He was so - I've never seen him like that before. I mean, I knew that he had... a dark side. I knew he could be cold and... violent. But - he acted like it was nothing. He strangled him, and he acted like it was nothing.
You know he's capable of it. I don't think - he made it sound like Isaac wasn't even the first person he's killed. Think about it. How many people have mysteriously disappeared from your lives? How many people have pissed off Fell, and then you never heard from them again?
I mean, it's Fell. To him, the question isn't, "Why kill someone?" It's, "Why not?" Motive is incidental. He wants to kill people. So he does. For him, it's that simple. (Realizing.) He's a sociopath. It's so obvious, really... I don't know how I didn't figure it out sooner...
I was so stupid... I thought he cared, about people. I thought he was my friend. When I was climbing the walls of my apartment, when I wanted to throw myself into traffic... he was there. And I don't know if I'd be alive right now, if he hadn't made me think he gave a damn one way or another... But the reality is, he doesn't care about anyone. He's a cold-blooded killer. He's a predator. How could I not have seen that? Or, if I did see it... and I fell for him anyway... then what does that say about me?
This monologue is from the one-act play Rage Is Loud by Kellie Powell. If you would like to read the entire play, you can purchase an electronic copy of the script for $7.00.
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