[When the final vote trickles in amongst all the shouting, in-fighting and out-fighting, all lights in the theater go dark. It only lasts a few seconds but Stephen and Ariel, still holding Sigyn, will feel her slip from their grasp and when the lights come back it’s as if she was never there in the first place.
The curtains are open on the stage now, bathed in darkness except for a single spotlight illuminating Sigyn in the middle. Above her a catwalk slowly lowers into view, the Phantom strolling into view as a melody begins, the soft and distant sounds of a rumbling train whistle creeping at the edges, and he begins to sing:]
Welcome, my friends To our trial drawing swiftly to its end Fighting to see If you’ll vote or if you’ll die to set her free Come along with me As we cut a bloody swathe across the sky Soon she’ll be Riding wheels of new tomorrow nigh
[On the stage Sigyn is tense, looking from stage left to stage right, as the sound of a train whistle cuts through the music and a near blinding light cuts across stage left and seems to be heading at a rapid pace straight for Sigyn. Her eyes go wide and she turns to run in the opposite direction.]
Mile after mile From the stars to the place Where the void sings You’ll answer its call
[When she’s nearly to the wings the train light goes out and immediately comes back on stage left. The surprise sends Sigyn reeling back, throwing her hands in front of her face and her eyes squeezed shut in preparation for the impact-
A shadow-shrouded hand grabs her arm and yanks her out of the way, the spotlight following them as the dark “train” passes harmlessly by. The one who’d dragged Sigyn away from her fate is...difficult to describe. They seem to be made of shadows, no discernable features even under the light except for long, straight red hair.]
Now you're on track You must push forward, there's no turning back This performance is new This destiny will drive you straight and true Come along with me As we travel to a future shining bright Soon you’ll be free To stride out into that perfected night
[Sigyn’s expression changes, somewhere between pained and yearning, as the figure takes her hands and sweeps her into a waltz. They take nine steps together, in perfect, romantic sync-
“Loki” spins Sigyn out toward the back of the stage. The spotlight follows her as her back hits an upright silver altar. Metal cuffs wrap around her wrists to pin her in place but that doesn’t matter. What matters is the arcane glyphs and blood channels and gears and sigils that line the altar, lighting up blood red the moment Sigyn touches the silver. Underneath the song there’s a steady hum like a far off chant.]
Mile after mile From the stars to the place Where the void sings You’ll answer its call
[CONTENT WARNING: Needle use]
[“Loki” comes close, touching a delicate, shadowy hand to Sigyn’s cheek...before reaching back and pulling off the red wig and the shadowy cowl, revealing the face of Jonny D’Ville. He grins as her expression changes to absolute fury. The needle he jabs straight into her heart cuts off any sound she could make and Sigyn’s body jerks then slumps forward, limp in the wrist restraints. The spotlight on her dims, leaving only the bright red lights of the glyphs and sigils that very slowly fade.]
[CONTENT WARNING ENDS]
[The only light remains on the Phantom, high above the scene. He stands tall and confident, looking down at the scene for a moment, before flicking a hand dismissively at the rest of the cast. The lights onstage go out, and the curtains swish shut.
EXECUTION: END OF THE LINE
The curtains are open on the stage now, bathed in darkness except for a single spotlight illuminating Sigyn in the middle. Above her a catwalk slowly lowers into view, the Phantom strolling into view as a melody begins, the soft and distant sounds of a rumbling train whistle creeping at the edges, and he begins to sing:]
Welcome, my friends
To our trial drawing swiftly to its end
Fighting to see
If you’ll vote or if you’ll die to set her free
Come along with me
As we cut a bloody swathe across the sky
Soon she’ll be
Riding wheels of new tomorrow nigh
[On the stage Sigyn is tense, looking from stage left to stage right, as the sound of a train whistle cuts through the music and a near blinding light cuts across stage left and seems to be heading at a rapid pace straight for Sigyn. Her eyes go wide and she turns to run in the opposite direction.]
Mile after mile
From the stars to the place
Where the void sings
You’ll answer its call
[When she’s nearly to the wings the train light goes out and immediately comes back on stage left. The surprise sends Sigyn reeling back, throwing her hands in front of her face and her eyes squeezed shut in preparation for the impact-
A shadow-shrouded hand grabs her arm and yanks her out of the way, the spotlight following them as the dark “train” passes harmlessly by. The one who’d dragged Sigyn away from her fate is...difficult to describe. They seem to be made of shadows, no discernable features even under the light except for long, straight red hair.]
Now you're on track
You must push forward, there's no turning back
This performance is new
This destiny will drive you straight and true
Come along with me
As we travel to a future shining bright
Soon you’ll be free
To stride out into that perfected night
[Sigyn’s expression changes, somewhere between pained and yearning, as the figure takes her hands and sweeps her into a waltz. They take nine steps together, in perfect, romantic sync-
“Loki” spins Sigyn out toward the back of the stage. The spotlight follows her as her back hits an upright silver altar. Metal cuffs wrap around her wrists to pin her in place but that doesn’t matter. What matters is the arcane glyphs and blood channels and gears and sigils that line the altar, lighting up blood red the moment Sigyn touches the silver. Underneath the song there’s a steady hum like a far off chant.]
Mile after mile
From the stars to the place
Where the void sings
You’ll answer its call
[CONTENT WARNING: Needle use]
[“Loki” comes close, touching a delicate, shadowy hand to Sigyn’s cheek...before reaching back and pulling off the red wig and the shadowy cowl, revealing the face of Jonny D’Ville. He grins as her expression changes to absolute fury. The needle he jabs straight into her heart cuts off any sound she could make and Sigyn’s body jerks then slumps forward, limp in the wrist restraints. The spotlight on her dims, leaving only the bright red lights of the glyphs and sigils that very slowly fade.]
[CONTENT WARNING ENDS]
[The only light remains on the Phantom, high above the scene. He stands tall and confident, looking down at the scene for a moment, before flicking a hand dismissively at the rest of the cast. The lights onstage go out, and the curtains swish shut.
You’re all free to go.]