this here is a very short little play script i came up with by request of some fans, i've gotten alot of response from it and i hope to get more here, Give me your worst.

The Devils Pocket
Neil awakens, slowly, groggy, his head pounds like a drum as he slouches upright and examines his surroundings, white walls, white floor, white ceiling. On the far end of this room there is a pane of reflective glass.
Neil: Wh-what the hell?
Neil stands up and looks around, his body aches, he’s been sleeping for a long time. This room has no exits and no entrances.
Neil walks to the glass pane and presses his hand on it. The glass bends slightly, inward. He then smacks it with an open palm then again with a closed fist.
Neil: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
Neil continues smacking the glass to no avail until chatter rings in the walls through a microphone.
Voice: Calm down Neil.
Neil: Who the hell is that?!
Voice: I said calm down.
Neil looks around franticly.
Voice: the microphone is behind the walls. You won’t find it.
Neil: Who is that?
Voice: Oh you don’t recognize me? Well, you think about it, Neil. Think back to every person you ever screwed over, every home you ever ruined. You remember.
Neil: what the fuck are you talking about? I haven’t done anything!
Voice: No, of course you haven’t, Neil. You haven’t done a thing.
Neil screams and slams his body against the glass pane, shouting obscenities until he hits his head against the glass a little too hard and falls down hard, sinking into unconsciousness.
Neil awakens in a daze, he wants to get up and scream but he cant, it’s as if something is holding him down psychologically.
Neil: Whu…
Voice: you’ve been drugged, Neil. Don’t try to fight it or you might have a heart spasm and die, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we, Neil?
Neil: (groggy) y…you bastard… I swear to god…
Voice: Even god couldn’t find this place.
Neil barely manages to roll onto his stomach and push himself to his knee’s, sitting upright on the balls of his feet, his holds his head in his hands and sobs uncontrollably. The reality of this situation is setting in.
Voice: I’m sorry Neil, I’m sorry this has to happen but vengeance is an ugly thing, an ugly, necessary thing. There isn’t much I can do to make you understand. That part is up to you. Figure it out, and you’ll get to eat, Repent, and you might get to live.
Neil: (pausing) Vengeance…?
Neil begins to get up; his legs are weak and stiff.
Neil: if I figure it out, will you really let me live?
Voice: yes… well… perhaps…
Neil: and what if you have the wrong guy?
Voice: then you are a casualty and I’m sorry for that. But I can live with that sin knowing you died for the greater good.
Neil: Bullshit.
Voice: Pardon?
Neil: there’s no greater good, is there? You said this was vengeance, what kind of greater good is that? This is your own personal vendetta and nothing more… you’re obsessed, I can tell.
Voice: and how do you know that? How do you know I’m not simply doing what is necessary?
Neil: don’t give me that karmatic bullshit, man. You didn’t bring me to this place, you built this place around me. No exits, no entrances. I don’t buy it.
The voice is silent…
Voice: you’re sedatives are wearing off. I’ll come back later.
Neil: Why later?
A hiss bellows through the room as greenish blue smoke creeps through the cracks in the tiled floor and infect Neil’s lungs, knocking him out again.
Neil awakens, it has been days, he can tell because he is hungry and has a beard. There is now a white plastic table in the centre of the room, on that table is a gun and a bullet.
Voice: Time to make you’re choice.
Neil: what choice?
Voice: How you’ll repent. You’ve had three days to remember… you must know what it is you did.
Neil: not a clue…
Voice: then what?
Neil: I know who did it, Larry.
The Voice pauses, he has been discovered.
Voice: How did you figure it out, and how do you know who I am?
Neil: I’ve known you for a long time, larry. You’re only person I know involved in anything that would warrant something this elaborate and twisted. I also know what he did to you, larry. I know where he is and how you can find him.
Larry: You’re lying… you’re him I know it.
Neil takes the gun and bullet, he shrugs and smiles, placing the bullet into the gun and rolling the chamber then clicking it into place and pulling the hammer back, then places it on his temple.
Larry: what are you doing?
Neil: I know you wanted me to be him, for me to realize the horrible thing I had done and take my life. But it isn’t going to go down like that, larry. Think of this as a test. Like reverse Russian roulette. This game you’ve made for me is over, larry. Its my game now. You need what I want and I don’t care about breathing a second longer. You made one mistake. You took my life before I could die, and now I’ve got you. You sick son of a bitch.
Larry: No, it doesn’t work like this… you’re him, I know it. Its you.
Neil pulls the trigger but there is only a click.
Larry: what the hell do you want me to do? Where is he? Why are you doing this?
Neil: three days ago I asked you the same questions and you just laughed. Fuck you larry.
Neil pulls the trigger again, just a click.
Larry: Dear God stop it! I need this, Neil, I need this!
Neil smiles
Neil: take a coin from the devil’s pocket, and you’ll pay it back forever. Sorry Larry. Wrong guy.
Neil tugs the trigger and a bullet shatters his head like a melon..