A square beam of dim sapphire light focused, in the pitch black room, onto an unshaven man's face.
He was slumping on an iron chair, red eyes and sweaty face, the man- Vincent Caine.
He stared into the light- face motionless, eyes zoned into the light. An impulse of pain struck his head- pain pulsates as he clutched his head, tears dripping down as he hissed.
A high pitch crackle of a woman echoed around him. The laughter was joined with various more people's own, it made his headache worse, he hissed more and stamped his feet as he also tried recollecting how he got here.
No memory wasn't blurry, only his name. He let out a scream, thinking did more pain.
The laughter increased a pitch. He cringed, He didn't know what was going on, but he just wanted the headache to stop.
"Look at him roar everyone. I think we found our new circus act. All the acts should get ready, we found our trump card." A deep echoing male voice jumped out above.
Caine was startled. He scouted everywhere to only meet darkness. The thought of entering it and leaving the only source of light was killed off the moment it came. He needed to understand what was happening.
The man's joke, to Caine's surprise, caused an uproar of laughter deep to the throat. His headache- increased, he covered his ears as he twitched on the chair.
The laughter subsided, his headache did the same. His facial hairs were already slick from sweat that still puddled on his face.
He took calm breaths, no new memory formed yet- everything still blurry, he was alert for what would happen next, hands clamped to arms of chair and eyes widened.
"Cue… What's his name again?" The man's voice descended, his question led to brief giggles from around.
Caine's eyebrow raised- these people were easy to entertain. He was envious of the man for some reason. He wondered if he was once an entertainer.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you our lucky winner. A man that might not catch your eyes through looks but has the talent to… Vincent Caine." The man's voice thundered, a series of monotone, even pitched claps echoed around him.
Caine's heart swelled, he didn't know why. But he felt sparks of joy. Tears started dampening on his eyes. The clapping subsided, Caine now wondered… What did win? No memory came upon him yet.
"Congratulations Caine, you won. What did you win? You might not remember but, drumroll please." The man commanded, a low pitch generic rhythmic drum beat came, reducing in pitch as it continued, before coming to a stop, Caine anticipated what came next.
"A new life. Congratulations." The man announced.
Caine's eyes popped out, his breathing getting rougher. A new life? What happened to his current one, he still couldn't remember anything.
"Yes. You died, I guess depression stuffing your face with burgers due to your movie director career crashing down was not the best idea, like you could have travelled to a place called the gym, you could have died there in pride." The man announced, and there was another laughter among the unseen crowd that later subsided.
Caine's face twitched, there was nothing funny in that line, he did learn something about him. Movie director, that's impressive even if it didn't take off. He liked that.
He waited for the man to continue, he anticipated more of his 'jokes'
"Heart attack, you never see it coming, unlike the food that kept coming to Caine's face, he kept stuffing till his heart was tired of puffing." The man announced. There came more laughter, some even sounding like uncontrollable laughing to tears type.
Caine gave credit to the man, it wasn't funny to him but it was at his best line yet.
He just learned more about himself, he died from a heart attack. He felt bad for himself, it must have been a terrible experience from just eating to get rid of his broken directing dream.
"Anyways, you now have a new life. But why you?" The man asked, Caine anticipated the answer, yes, why him?
"You were chosen because, deep within you, we saw something of a light within you. You had something that impressed us and couldn't…" The man stopped talking and gave out the laughter of a hyena. The unseen audience followed suit.
Caine, first feeling warmth upon beginning of speech felt a spark of pain in him as the laughter continued, a teardrop formed.
The man's laughter halted, the unseen audience followed suit.
"We chose you because… Just rolled a dice and you got the highest among the others, you won and they. They are gone, let's just focus on your new life before we send you." The man's deep voice crackled through the speech.
Caine's body shivered, he had only been chosen out of dice roll, where did the others go?
"Your new life, you will enter a recently heart attack director, he too is kinda finding it hard, but as an indie director so he has direction. He suffered a heart attack because… He had a bad heart or something, anyways he is gone, we are keeping his body from decomposing, you will enter. You will have some memory of him, the necessity. Alright? Nod if you understood me." The man announced.
Caine, still processing the information, nodded as his brain still hadn't racked anything about himself.
"Your memory of your past life was wiped, what do you need it for? Besides, you are entering a similar modern time world. Just so you know, can you give me three movies you remember?" The man asked.
Caine racked his brain, nothing. He frowned, that made no sense. He tried harder, pain struck his head. He hissed.
"Right, but just to make sure. You could be lying, so after this you will wake up in your new body. I wish good luck, I hope you become good, try to make friends. Okay, everyone for the last time. Vincent Caine." The man announced.
Caine felt his head split apart, his eyes rolled over as he spasmed on the chair, unable to move as his body was stiff. Something was slithering through his brain, looking into each nook and cranny of his already blurry mind. He screamed a pitch higher, mouth widening as the darkness started sparkling green, popping sounds heard around, everything around him swirled to a vortex of emerald neon glow.
"Cut!" The man's voice, announced.