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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Trinity Monologue

This is the text for the first 10 pages or so of the comic "Trinity" which details Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman's first team-up. When I first read this, I thought, "Wow, I'd love to see this read as a monologue. It would be really interesting." So I copied it down in the hopes that there might be an opportunity at Grinnell, which there wasn't. So now I'm sharing it with all of you, and maybe one of you will be inspired to perform it. If so, let me know! I'd love to come watch! Also, just let me know what you think. I'd love to hear someone else's thoughts on this piece, especially since I've got it in prose form here, but not in the context of the pictures.


Trinity by Matt Wagner

Opening monologue

Metropolis... where the trains always run on time. I try to miss one at least three times a week. Good for the image. Aboard the train, the regulars all chuckle at the guy they've dubbed “terminally late.” I fight the urge to listen any further. Which is really the hardest power to resist. Far easier to avert one's gaze. Not peek into everything. So much harder not to listen. But try as I might, there's one sound I can never block out.

It takes precious moments to locate the target. Amid the cacophony of city sounds, I listen hard for what seems out of order. The train gathers speed as it thunders over third avenue. The driver's been shot.

Ahead, a sharp curve. Much too fast. Never make the turn. Now, of course, I hear every frightened gasp, every stuttering scream. The train's momentum is enormous. Hope this works.

There's really no handbook for how to deal with such situations. Try to pull its lurching mass into the curve.

Didn't work.

Shrieking metal drowns out the passengers. Must...catch...that... train.

As always, one thought drives me onward. Compels both my crusade and masquerade. The idea that disaster can be averted. Holy cow this is heavy!

The passengers are shaken, but alive. Rescue teams can handle it now. The shot's trajectory leads, here. But the sniper's long gone. Without a trace. “Faster than a speeding bullet?” Not this time.