"Such a pity," Autor says, nibbling on more popcorn. "Humperdinck is pathetic more than anything, really. Good for Buttercup for growing a spine, though."
Humperdinck runs to Westley. "You truly love each other, and so you might have been truly happy."
Westley just stares at him, so Humperdinck continues. "Not one couple in a century has that chance, no matter what the storybooks say. And so I think no man in a century will suffer as greatly as you will."
He turns the machine up to fifty, and Count Rugen objects. "Not to fifty!"
Westley's screams can be heard across the country, and Inigo hears it. "Fezzik, listen! That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when Rugen slaughtered my father; the man in black makes it now."
"The man in black?" Fezzik says.
"His true love marries another tonight," Inigo says, trying to push through the crowd of people in the market square. "Pardon me, excuse me... Fezzik, please?"
"Everybody move!" Fezzik shouts, and the people split down the middle.
"Thank you," Inigo says, walking through the newly opened path.
The scene opens up onto the albino monk pushing a cart. Inigo points his sword at the man's throat. "Where is the man in black?" Inigo says. "You get that from this grove, yes? Fezzik, jog his memory."
Fezzik bonks the man over his head with a closed fist, and the albino faints. "Sorry, Inigo. I didn't mean to jog him so hard. Inigo?"
Inigo kneels in a beam of light, holding his sword aloft in both his hands. "I have failed you for twenty years. Somewhere here is a man who can help us. I cannot find him alone. I need you. I need you to guide my sword. Please. Guide my sword."
Inigo stumbles around blindly, his sword leading him, until he pokes the tree with it. He leans against it, hitting the knot, and the door opens.
"They're too late," Autor says, furrowing his brow. "Westley's already gone. What will they do now?"
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Date: 2015-11-26 06:09 am (UTC)Humperdinck runs to Westley. "You truly love each other, and so you might have been truly happy."
Westley just stares at him, so Humperdinck continues. "Not one couple in a century has that chance, no matter what the storybooks say. And so I think no man in a century will suffer as greatly as you will."
He turns the machine up to fifty, and Count Rugen objects. "Not to fifty!"
Westley's screams can be heard across the country, and Inigo hears it. "Fezzik, listen! That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when Rugen slaughtered my father; the man in black makes it now."
"The man in black?" Fezzik says.
"His true love marries another tonight," Inigo says, trying to push through the crowd of people in the market square. "Pardon me, excuse me... Fezzik, please?"
"Everybody move!" Fezzik shouts, and the people split down the middle.
"Thank you," Inigo says, walking through the newly opened path.
The scene opens up onto the albino monk pushing a cart. Inigo points his sword at the man's throat. "Where is the man in black?" Inigo says. "You get that from this grove, yes? Fezzik, jog his memory."
Fezzik bonks the man over his head with a closed fist, and the albino faints. "Sorry, Inigo. I didn't mean to jog him so hard. Inigo?"
Inigo kneels in a beam of light, holding his sword aloft in both his hands. "I have failed you for twenty years. Somewhere here is a man who can help us. I cannot find him alone. I need you. I need you to guide my sword. Please. Guide my sword."
Inigo stumbles around blindly, his sword leading him, until he pokes the tree with it. He leans against it, hitting the knot, and the door opens.
"They're too late," Autor says, furrowing his brow. "Westley's already gone. What will they do now?"