Cap from 1x05, “Bloody Mary”
Watch. Watch me. Watch the shadows on my face, my nose, my cheeks. Go on. Give them your full attention. Are you watching me closely? Carefully? Good. Because you won’t want to miss this. For now I will perform a miracle: I will make myself disappear.
Forget about where the light hits. There’s nothing going on there anyway. My eyes? They were always bleeding. It’s stage make-up. Look, you’re not watching. Watch. Watch the shadows. Watch the places you can’t see. Give in to the illusion, the prestige. I worked so hard on this, after all. You’ll want to see how it ends.
I learned this trick a long time ago, from a grouchy old drunk in Kansas. He swore and he spat and he taught me how to shoot a gun. You know, all the important things in life. And he was the one who taught me that you could use shadows as weapons, or as armor. Whatever you needed. Use ‘em right, son, he said, and they’ll all be dead before they even figured you was there.
A master prestidigitator, that one. My own whiskey-swilling Ben Kenobi. He knew how to wrap the night around his body, to swaddle himself up in it like a coat so thick you couldn’t feel the man underneath. Full of secrets, that one. Of course, he didn’t have half as many secrets as he pretended to, and even fewer that fooled me. I could see right through him. I always could. I never knew, though, if it was because I was good, or because he went ahead and let me. Maybe a man like that, he gets lonely, and he just wants someone around who understands.
He was a bastard, really. A mean old bastard who held onto his own emptiness like a treasure. He had half as many secrets as he thought, and twice as many as he deserved. I have secrets too, you know. Maybe not magic powers, or a second family, but my secrets could still kill a man, if my father only knew.
He could drink, though. Man, could he drink. And throw a mean right hook, the kind that would flatten you for an hour without breaking your nose, the kind that didn’t even leave a bruise. He was smart, that one. So smart. But I was smarter. Because, you see, I managed to improve on old Ben Kenobi’s trick. You watching? Good. Keep your eyes on me. You won’t want to miss this.
The secret here is that a good illusion isn’t about what’s kept in the shadows. It’s about what you leave in the light. The words you speak, not the spaces in between. And I tell you, that old bastard never figured it out. Til his dying day, and beyond, the thought never crossed his mind. Cause, well, what does a man obsessed with empty spaces know anything about the full ones?
Are you impressed?
Hah. Nice try. But a magician never gives away his secrets.
I wrote something for fun for the first time in weeks! :)