Beyond the Sea

A man in a light green suit with a purple rose in his lapel stands on the end of a pier in Hong Kong. He stares out to the sea, as if searching for something.
A tall, decisive man in black slowly walks up the length of the pier behind him.
Without turning, the man in light green says:
"So. It is you."
The man in black says nothing, standing motionless.
The green man nervously lights up a cigarette. He takes a drag.
"I hoped it would be you, old friend," he says. The others...they dont understand do they?"
The man in black remains silent.
"But you...ohhh you understand all too well!"
The man in light green takes another drag.
"All movement in the universe is caused by tension between positive and negative furies."
He pauses to smell the rose.
"When the furies are out of balance, then people turn into demons and live forever. A ghost of evil who exists only to plague the living."
The man in black says nothing.
"Man is not meant to be immortal," he continues. "It is the finite which gives our existence here meaning! Without that, we lose something. Something precious."
The wind picks up, but the man in black still remains silent.
"I've...done things." says the green man. He has a haunted look in his eyes. "Unspeakable things. I've...hurt people, said things maybe I shouldnt have. But I've lived too! And loved! Do you understand that?! Who is truly the demon here?!"
Still, the man in black remains silent.
The man in light green eyes the sword at the tall mans side.
"I see you have bested Shang Long, your old master. You carry the Blade."
The tall man in black tenses slightly.
The man in light green takes a long drag off his cigarette and flicks it away.
"So...who is it now? 'Dawn-Slayer' it was once called. 'Bitter Harvest' too. It slew many a warrior that winter, centuries past. Tell me...what is it's name?"
The man in black speaks softly with intensity.
"Thread-killer."
The green man staggers as if physically struck, a look of horror on his face.
The man in black unsheathes the sword.
*shring*
There is thunder in the distance.
"Your time has come, Fred. It ends today."

Just then, a helicopter swoops over the bay, piloted by a beautiful woman.
It is trailing a rope ladder from the side.
The man in light green grabs the ladder and mockingly waves to the man in black as they fly away.
The man in black rages at the sky.
"Damn you! There will be a reckoning for this, Fred!"