Artist - Illustration found in an old book of Mystery Plays
Medium - Painted by hand in the miniature style
Dramtis
Personae:
Jesus (messiah)
Bald Man, holding Jesus: St Vincente (one of Jesus's disciples)
Man in Turban, standing behind Vincente: Lancellius (alchemist)
Woman Troubled About Her Carpet: Jodae (Lancellius' wife)
St
Vincente:
"Hurry up man! We're losin' him!"
Lancellius,
digging through the closest:
"I'm looking as fast as I can!"
Jodae:
"While you're lookin' for it, this guy's gonna die on our carpet.
You're never gonna find it in all this shit. For six months now, I've
been telling you to clean this room --"
St
Vincente:
"Quit fuckin' around man and find that shot!"
Lancellius
turns away from the open closet. In his hand is a strange alchemical device:
a thin metal needle with a hollow chamber running along it's length. At
the other end of the needle, a liquid sloshes around inside a glass vial.
Lancellius:
"Good thing his shirt is already off, this has to be exact! You're
giving him an injection in the heart, so you gotta exactly hit him in
the heart."
St
Vincente looks to Jodae:
"I need a large piece of burnt stick, got one?
Jodae:
"Hold on".
She
runs picks up the stick in front of her, and put it into the candle flame,
slowly turning it to blacken the edges.
Lancellius,
holding out strange needle:
"It's ready, I'll tell you what to do"
St
Vincente:
"You're gonna give him the shot."
Lancellius:
"No, you're gonna give him the shot."
St
Vincente:
"I've never does this before."
Lancellius:
"I've never does this before either,and I ain't starting now. You
brought him here, that means you give him the shot. The day I bring some
friend of mine that went and got crucified to your place, then I gotta
give him the shot."
Jodae
hurriedly joins them in the huddle, burnt stick in her hand.
Jodae:
"Here"
St
Vincente grabs the stick and makes a mark on Jesus's body where his heart
is.
St
Vincente:
"Okay, what do I do?"
Lancellius:
"Well, you're giving him an injection of adrenalin straight to his
heart. But he's got a breast plate in front of his heart, so you gotta
pierce through that. So what you gotta do is bring the needle down in
a stabbing motion."
St
Vincente:
"I gotta stab Jesus?"
Lancellius:
"Yeah, and he's supposed to come out of it like --(snaps his fingers)--
that.
St.
Vincente lifts the needle up above his head in a stabbing motion. He looks
down on his savior. Jesus is fading fast. Soon nothing will help him.
St Vincente's eyes narrow, he's ready to do this.
St
Vincente:
"Count to three."
Lancellius:
"One... two... three!
St
Vincente brings the needle down hard, stabbing Jesus in the chest.
Jesus's
head is jolted from the impact. The strange liquid in the glass vial drips
down the hollow tube of the needle, it's interior catch having been pushed
out of the way when it was forced through Jesus's breast bone.
Jesus's
eyes pop wide open and he lets out a gasp. He bolts up in a sitting position,
needle stuck in his chest, screaming.
Lancellius:
"If you're okay, say something..."
Jesus,
still breathing heavily, not looking up at them, says in a relatively
normal voice:
"I am the way, the truth, and the light."
All
three visibly relax.
Jodae:
"So. Anybody want a beer?
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