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ferretchucker 10-04-2009 12:56 PM

HDCween: A Samhain Story - by Ferretchucker
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to an aerial shot of a small town, surrounded by woodland. A caption says "October 31st 2009" The camera zooms to a shot of a high school with the sign "Herrerville High". The bell rings and students begin to exit the school. One young student wearing a beanie cap with medium brown hair walks over to a small moped. It is Ferretchucker. As he does, a much taller student wearing fingerless gloves shoulder barges him. This is Massacre Man.

Massacre Man: Dork.

Ferretchucker: [under breath] Douchebag...

The older student stops and turns around. Ferretchucker's eyes suddenly go wide.

Massacre Man: Hey prick, what did you say?

Ferretchucker: Nothing Mass...I, erm...

Massacre Man: Jesus...grow some fuckin' balls. You're lucky I'm in a good mood, with it bein' Halloween and all.

He looks at the moped and spits on the seat, a small amount of flem pools.

Massacre Man: Your bike's almost as pathetic as you.

He salutes, laughs to himself and walks away, shaking his head. Ferretchucker grimaces and then sticks his tongue out. Massacre Man doesn't see. Ferretchucker wipes the spit away with his sleeves and sits down. He puts on an old, pink helmet. Another student laughs at him.

Ferretchucker: It's my sister's! I didn't see the need to buy a new one. Financially it would have been a waste, and I'm not like you lot where my fashion sense is the pinnacle of my social life!

They shake their heads and walk away. He sighs, then starts it up. Fade to Ferretchucker riding along a small road through the woods. He sneezes, and it all flies back in his face. Just as he gags a fly goes into his teeth. He sneezes again. Up ahead is an old homeless man wearing a tattered grey coat. He has a small cardboard sign attached to his back. "Need Medicul Help eRgently." Ferretchucker slows down and gets off his bike.

Ferretchucker: Hey mister! Do you want a ride to the hospital?

The man turns around. The whites of his eyes are a deep purple and his skin is a white as paper. He hobbles towards Ferretchucker and lips his lips slightly.

Ferretchucker: My word! What happened to you?

The man coughs. The sound is both a deep rumble and a rodent like squeek. Ferretchucker takes a step back, suddenly very worried.

Ferretchucker: I'm sorry...I don't think I can...

The man leans forward, so as to almost fall at Ferretchucker. The boy tries to move out of the way but it's to late. The homeless man bears down on him. Ferretchucker tries to struggle but the man's yellow teeth make contact with his teeth, clenching down. Ferretchucker screams as the man pulls away, tearing the flesh from his face. The homeless man chews the skin of his cheek.

Ferretchucker: JESUS!

He struggles and frees himself of the man's grip, standing up and kicking him in the face. The man grunts and grabs Ferretchucker's feet, pulling them and knocking the boy to the floor once more. The old man begins pummeling Ferretchucker, who puts his hands up in defense. The man grabs them and chews off two of his fingers. The boy screams and batters the mans face.

Ferretchucker manages to turn over and start to pull himself away. The homeless man bites into the back of Ferretchucker's neck, tearing away the flesh. The boy throws the man off his back and manages to run over to a branch. He runs back to the homeless man and begins pounding him with the branch, smashing it into the back of his head until it is a pool of brains and blood. Ferretchucker pulls out his mobile phone. No Signal.


Ferretchucker: No...please no!

He's crying, his eyes drooping as he climbs back onto his moped and starts to ride away. His eyes are heavy and keep on momentarily closing as he drives along the road. He presses his hand to his neck to try and stem the flow of blood, which is rapidly leaving him. His eyes close as a bend in the road appears. The moped keeps going straight, speeding through the autumn leaves. He opens his eyes once more just as the front wheel collides with a tree stump, launching him high into the air. He smashes to the ground with his arms outstretched. He screams as the bone of his right arms shoots out of his skin. He coughs up blood.

Ferretchucker: Somebody...plea...plea....please.

He hears a faint rumbling sound drawing nearer. The rhythmic sound of horses feet approach. He looks up at the figure riding the horse as it gets closer and gasps. The last thing he sees is a glint of metal as a sword slices through his neck. His head rolls through the leaves, but is crushed as the horses foot stamps down on it, galloping away.

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-05-2009 08:15 AM

Part 2
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of a car pulling into a driveway. Classical music is playing loud, violins pound out of the stereo. A woman wearing a deep red business suit steps out of the car. She looks to be around fifty. She looks around, sniffs the air and smiles. This is Hammerfan.

Hammerfan: This is going to be a good year...

She walks to the door of the bungalow she has arrived at. The door is unpainted with no windows. It looks quite cheap. She rings the bell. Cut to the inside of the house. No lights are on the the windows are blanked out by thick grey curtains. The television is on. Cut to a shot of the television...

Doc Faustus: This is your Mad Doc, telling you pricks to stay tuned! Fifty viewers have changed channels in the last ten minutes. And up next we will receive a visit from the writer and star of the new play opening tonight! It's the story of a man who brings forth the ghosts of this towns infamous Tuesday Massacres. Please welcome, The Re...

The television is turned off. An old man, no younger than seventy gets to his feet. He wears dark glasses and a black night gown. He picks up a stick from beside the chair and makes towards the front door. He puts on some gloves beside the door and opens the latched door. He keeps out of the light.

Roshiq: Who's there?

Hammerfan: Rosh. It's me, Hammer. Let me in!

He unlatches the door and lets her in. She pushes past him and makes haste towards the kitchen. He stands at the door, surprised.

Hammerfan: Lose the stick. Nobody's buying it.

He sighs and opens his mouth. No sound can be heard. He then walks toward the kitchen. Hammerfan rubs her finger in her ear.

Hammerfan: You bastard. I can hear that!

Roshiq: Sorry, although it's that or the stick.

Hammerfan: You've lived in this house for sixty years and in the time I've known you it hasn't changed once. Is your memory really that bad?

Roshiq: Maybe if you'd been a bit more careful I wouldn't have to remember!

Hammerfan: You're not still sour about that are you? I suffered too!

Roshiq: Your spine grew back. My eyes won't.

Hammerfan: It's a gift.

Roshiq: You hounds are all the same. Smug and full of yourselves. No class or respect.

She pours herself a glass of wine and leans back against the kitchen top. She studies him for a moment.

Hammerfan: Should we just cut the crap? You know why I'm here.

Roshiq: The answer is no.

Hammerfan: Maybe if you showed yourself you'd get some of that respect you desperately want.

Roshiq: The answer is no.

Hammerfan: [Sigh] Change the record.

Roshiq: I switched to CDs years ago.

Hammerfan: And I'm smug?

She rolls her eyes.

Hammerfan: Anyway, come on. The guys are desperate to see you. It's been...

Roshiq: Ten years. You didn't take the hint.

Hammerfan: I'm just letting you know the offer's still there.

Roshiq: How old is Molly now?

Hammerfan: Nineteen. Started at university last month. But don't change the subject. We want you there. The turn out was abysmal last year. We only got, what...three fights! Had to resort to our old tricks.

Roshiq: Oh really, that's pathetic. That isn't sport, there's only ever gonna be one winner! Trick or Treaters can never defend themselves properly.

Hammerfan: Year after year I promise bloodshed. It needs to be done!

Roshiq: You've got my answer. Could you please leave

Hammerfan: What happened to you? We used to have a laugh.

Roshiq: As I recall, it wasn't me that it happened to...

He opens his mouth once more and Hammerfan flinches. He guides her towards the door. She opens it fully. The rays his his skin and he steps calmly to the side.

Hammerfan: By the way...CD's are outdated. It's all MP3 now.

She closes the door. He shakes his head and turns around. He puts his hand up to a picture on the wall, and moves his hand over it. He walks back to the chair and puts on the television again...

The Return: So I'm really trying to show it from their view. Make the audience think...maybe the nuns deserved it.

The camera moves to the painting. It's of a beautiful woman, smiling slightly. There are small, milky teeth protruding ever so slightly. They're fangs.

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-06-2009 10:18 AM

Part 3
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of Hammerfan's car speeding along a road. It rounds a corner just as Massacre Man is crossing the road, who quickly jumps back onto the path. He flips off the car and carries on crossing the road. He approaches an old man with greasy long grey hair and a full beard. The man is sitting with a dog and has a large tattered satchel next to him. Massacre Man quickly rummages around in his pocket and throws some money to the man, who ignores it.

Massacre Man: Dude. That's nearly three dollars.

The man's focus is across the road. Massacre Man turns to see the graveyard. It's very old, most of the gravestones almost crumbling with age. Massacre Man looks back at the man, who doesn't blink once.

Massacre Man: Won't be long before you're there, prick.

He walks on. The man sits for a moment, then stands and walks across the road towards the graveyard carrying his satchel. His dog follows. Fade to Massacre Man walking into a house. It's shown to be directly next door to Roshiq's house. A pumpkin is shown, and suddenly a knife plunges into it. Massacre Man is carving a lantern. The front door opens.

Massacre Man: Mum, that you?

Chronogrl: You wish.

Massacre Man: Jesus...had to be you.

They stare at each other for a moment.

Chronogrl: What's the matter, not got a hug for your big sister? Still angry at me for moving away?

He takes a step closer, showing the height difference. He looks down and laughs slightly.

Massacre Man: Big sister?

Chronogrl: Oh, screw you!

She laughs and hugs him, then looks at the pumpkin.

Chronogrl: What? Mum said you'd already got two in.

Massacre Man: Three, actually.

Chronogrl: What the hell do you need four Jack O' Lanterns for?

Massacre Man: They refused to sell me thirteen. Said I was lonely and had too much time on my hands.

Chronogrl: What?! They can't say that? Where did you get them from?

Massacre Man: Dad's farm...

Chronogrl: Jesus, Mass. Leave that douche to die.

Massacre Man: That's not funny.

An awkward silence lingers. She suddenly jolts we glee.

Chronogrl: Have you heard the news? Please say no! I told mum to let me tell you in person!

He jumps up and down mocking her.

Massacre Man: Ooooh. Oh oh, let me guess...ooooh! Is there a bun in the oven.

He claps and laughs, imitating a young girl learning good news. Chronogrl says nothing but a slight smile appears on her face. MAssacre Man's eyes grow wide and he laughs.

Massacre Man: NO!

She nods and beams at him, pulling a small picture from her pocket. It's a scan. She hands it to him and he studies it for a moment.

Massacre Man: Don't want to alarm you, but you've got a peanut growing inside you. Let me just get that...

He picks up the knife he was carving the pumpkin with and slowly puts it towards her stomach.

Chronogrl: Oh you're a big baby! You wouldn't hurt a fly!

He looks at the pile of pumpkin seeds and pulp. A fly has landed on it. He smashes his fist on it, looks back at her and winks.

Chronogrl: Point made. Oh! God, I just remembered! I came by not that long ago but nobody was in.

Massacre Man: Interesting.

He rolls his eyes.

Massacre Man: I'll just get back to carving this pumpkin.

She slaps his chest.

Chronogrl: I'm going somewhere with this! Anyway, you'll never guess who was next door at Mr. Roshiq's house.

Massacre Man thinks for a moment then he gasps and shakes his head.

Massacre Man: Fuck no!

She nods.

Chronogrl: She was just pulling out of the driveway listening to that awful music of hers. Looked pretty pissed off.

Massacre Man: I totally forgot about her. Meant to look out for her last year but...well, forgot.

Chronogrl: Remember that time she got Peaches to stop barking just by looking at him?

Massacre Man: There was something not right about her. I know she gave us candy that time but even then...I didn't feel comfortable.

Chronogrl: Well Mr. Roshiq's never been right, has he? But I never got it...he was a loner all year round apart from Halloween. She always comes and his son as well.

Massacre Man: We've never seen the son leave! I reckon he's tied up in the basement and used as some weird sex slave.

She slaps his chest again.

Chronogrl: You can't talk like that when the baby gets here!

Massacre Man: Fuck! Woman. It isn't here yet, is it? But anyway...Mum told me a couple of years ago that she used to stay around his house every once in a while. It's sick. Can you imagine them two getting it on?

Chronogrl: Not as sick as the idea of you and a woman!

She laughs and starts poking him. The camera backs out of their kitchen and moves across to the outside of Roshiq's house, then zooms in. It shoots through the kitchen and down into the basement. Roshiq is climbing onto a pile of hay. A pipe drips water every few seconds. His eyes begin to close. Blood is dripping from his mouth and a dead fox lay on the floor next to him. He starts to breath heavily, Small, black hairs begin to sprout from the top of his bald head.

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-08-2009 09:32 AM

Part 4
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of a small, run down theater. The white board outside has black letters on it, forming the words

"THAT TUESDAY - TONIGHT"

Fade to a shot of the inside of the theater, where some people are rehearsing on the stage. One of them is wearing a bright luminous jacket, dressed as a lollipop man. He is acting out helping several children across a road. The man is quite young, with dark hair. This is Fortunato.


Fortunato: Come along children. Hurry up.

He turns to his left. Nobody is next to him, but he begins talking as though there is.

Fortunato: Excuse me, can I help you?

He pauses for a moment, then puts on a look of great shock.

Fortunato: Mary mother of Jesus! RUN CHILDREN! RUN-

He gags, and squeezes a blood pack out of his neck, giving the impression that it's been sliced. A woman runs onto the stage. She has black hair and fair skin. She puts on a fake scream, then acts as though she's been pushed over. This is Papillon Noir. Fortunato stands up from the floor and looks at her.

Fortunato: Oh come on! You can do better than that.

Papillon Noir: Well, my humblest apologies, Lord Fortunato.

She mock bows.

Paillon Noir:But maybe if I hadn't have been put off by your twitching I could have done better!

Fortunato: The character has just been brutally cut open, I think he'd be trying his best to get somebody's attention!

Papillon Noir: Yes, well unfortunately the audience's attention is meant to be on me for that part of the scene.

Fortunato: Well that's a darn shame, if they have to watch that pathetic excuse for a fall.

Papillon Noir: It's rather difficult when the guy isn't here!

Fortunato: It's called acting! Jesus, this is a real performance, not amateur dramatics.

Papillon Noir: FUCK YOU! What have you been in? A Mcdonald's commercial and last years performance of Peter Pan. Tell me? Is it a sellout if only three people turn up?

Fortunato: How dare you, you skank?! But the acting world is difficult. At least I don't degrade myself to-

Papillon Noir: DON'T YOU DARE!

Fortunato: Sleeping with the di-

She slaps his face. He gasps, then slaps her. A person who was sitting in the audience quietly watching the chaos unfold stands and runs to the stage, pulling the two people apart. He has neat, brown hair and is wearing all black. Black shirt, black tie pulled down, black jeans and black shoes. He's also wearing a bowler hat. This is Doc Faustus.

Doc Faustus: Oy! What are you, some kind of freak? You don't hit a woman!

Fortunato: I didn't. I hit it.

He nods towards Papillon Noir. Doc smiles slightly.

Doc Faustus: Well, well, well. Mr. Return didn't mention he couldn't keep a hold of the actors.

Papillon Noir: If you can call him that.

Doc Faustus: Where is that twat?

Papillon Noir: Right there.

She points at Fortunato. He struggles but Doc Faustus keeps them split up.

Doc Faustus: I meant, the director.

Fortunato: Having one of his meditation sessions in the back room.

Doc Faustus: Is that what they call it? I just call it masterba-

Papillon Noir: I'm going to find him. Tell him I can't work with this dickhead. You coming Mr. Faus-

Doc Faustus: It's Doc Faustus, actually. And no...I just wanted to sit in a watch the..."magic" [he puts his fingers into quotation marks] take place.

He winks at her and then nods at Fortunato, then walks away. Fade to a very small room. Candles are lit and a young man is sitting in there. He has a beard and medium length hair. He's wearing a red suit and glasses. He's sitting on a pillow, with several large, old looking books laid out in front of him. He leans across to each one in turn, occasionally flicking the pages. He's making notes on a small notepad. Strange words like "Virdenyu" and "Mayalouu" are written down on it. There are sound of footsteps outside the room. He quickly flicks back through the notebook and speaks words that a written down.

The Return: Gersh Myutabi Restoru.

He clicks his fingers just as the door opens. Cut to Papillon Noir's view. She opens the door, and looks in. The books are gone now, and he is sitting on the pillow, reading. The candles are extinguished, and the lightbulbs of the room are on. He looks up at her.

The Return: Can I help you?

She looks around suspiciously for a moment, then shakes herself out of it.

Papillon Noir: Something needs to be done.

The Return: Yes...I shall install a lock on that door right away. I asked NOT to be disturbed.

Papillon Noir: I know, but-

The Return: You could have knocked...

She sighs.

Papillon Noir: Okay. I'm sorry. Now can you please listen?

The Return: It seems that's all I ever do in conversation with you...

She glares at him scornfully.

Papillon Noir: I'm quitting the play! Right now!

He raises his eyebrow.

Papillon Noir: This is ridiculous. I can't work with that douchebag out there, my character is just a stupid bimbo and for God's sake, we don't even have any actors for the Tuesday Massacre's yet! How on earth can we be expected to do a convincing performance if they don't rehearse.

The Return: I told you, I'll sort it.

Papillon Noir: Cutting it a bit fine, aren't we?! We just had to do the crossing scene with nothing to work with! And let's be honest, the script is lame! I'm quitting!

The Return: Mmhmm? Come here for a second.

He beckons her in, as he flicks through his notebook. Cut to the stage where Fortunato is talking to the children actors.

Fortunato: And for God's sake Billy, sort it out. This is a murder you've just seen happen. Tell you what, picture seeing your mum fall out of a tree onto a bike you've left out and cracking her head open.

The boy's eyes widen and he runs away screaming.

Fortunato: Come on! Let's see a little bit of professionalism!

Papillon Noir walks out, looking very pale.

Fortunato: Guess this is goodbye then, Paps?

He glares at her. She walks over to him.

Papillon Noir: Nope, changed my mind. Realized what a good play it really is. I apologize deeply for the way I acted earlier. Please forgive me. I will try not to fail you again.

He looks her up and down, not quite believing what he is hearing. Fade back to The Return. He is reading out of the books again. He smiles, then laughs.

The Return: Got it!

He stands up and walks away. The camera zooms into the page of one of the books. It shows a very old illustration of a person cowering in fear from another person, who is floating above and appears to be made out of some kind of mist. The title of the page is shown:

"Raising"

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-09-2009 01:15 PM

Part 5
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the woods. Fade to the road that Ferretchucker was attacked on. Hammerfan's car speeds down it. She's listening to the classical music still. She pulls a small black book out of her pocket, opens it up with one hand and uses a pen from the middle compartment of the car to cross of "Roshiq" from a list of names. Also on the list is the name "The Flayed One" with a tick next to it. She throws the book down, then glances up, catching site of something in her rear view mirror. A black horse runs across the road behind her. In less than a second.

Hammerfan: What on Earth?

The car bumps. She's run something over. She stops the car, and looks in the mirror. The hobo that Ferretchucker killed earlier is laying in the road.

Hammerfan: Oh dear...that has put me in a bit of a pickle.

She climbs out of the car, and walks to the trunk. From inside she takes out a pair of gloves and a bin bag. She walks over to the body and takes a look. The head that was there earlier, albeit bashed in by ferretchucker has been sliced off and removed at the throat. She stops, and looks around for a moment suspiciously. Then, shrugs it off, and begins hurriedly dragging the body over to the car.

Hammerfan: Jesus...smells worse than usual.

She sighs, then pulls the bin bag over the body and hauls it into the trunk of the car and climbs back into the drivers seat. From the glove compartment, Hammerfan takes out an old mobile phone, scrolling down the list of contacts until she reaches "Neverending". She phones him.

Hammerfan: Hello dear, could you just pop the oven on?...Yes...It happened again...I know, I know, but I was distracted...let's see if you're talking like that tonight...can I remind of last year...Fifteen? More like ten. I swear, you used to be able to take a beating...okay, love you too. Bye.

She hangs up the phone, then begins driving again. Fade Doc Faustus walking through the town. He passes the graveyard, just as the homeless man who ignored Massacre Man walks out of it. He has red stains on his shirt. Doc looks at him for a few seconds and raises an eyebrow. The man rummages in his satchel and pulls out an empty can of Tomato soup.

Doc Faustus: Uh huh...whatever.

He pauses for a moment.

Doc Faustus: Didn't you come on my show a few years ago?

The man remains silent.

Doc Faustus: Yeh...you're the nutcase who assured us that the monsters were plotting. Mac!

Scouse Man: Scouse Mac...I'm proud of my heritage.

He speaks with a strong (a hence, barely distinguishable) Liverpudlian accent.

Doc Faustus: Right...so...where are they then?

Scouse Man: You'll see soon enough.

Scouse Mac turns and walks away.

Doc Faustus: Wow. A homeless guy turned his back on me. Maybe I have hit rock bottom...

Scouse Mac turns around and smiles slightly.

Scouse Mac: Make jokes, go on your little tv show and go home. See how well it protects you tonight. Now, really, I have to go.

Doc Faustus laughs and waves at Scouse Mac.

Doc Faustus: Of course. Places to beg, people to scrounge off?

He shakes his head to himself as he turns and walks in a different direction. Scouse Mac looks into his satchel. Inside, amongst a garden fork and a rusty knife is a pale festering human hand. He speaks to himself.

Scouse Mac: See how well it protects you tonight...

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-10-2009 03:34 PM

Part 6
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the town, looking slightly different. It's less developed. The woods are thicker and larger. It's very early morning, with the sun just beginning to rise. The sky is clear, free of all clouds. A caption appears at the bottom of the screen.

"Herrerville - Sunday, October 31st 1967"

Fade to an outside shot of the church. There are no electric light inside, but bright torches burn along the walls. Fade inside. Three men are sitting on wooden chairs at the front of the hall. One of them is wearing jeans and a poncho. Her hair is blonde and flows freely. She has pure white skin and barely looks twenty. This is Miss Macabre.


Miss Macabre: I made the crucifix's last night. I had to do it really quietly or else Dad would have heard.

She takes three crucifix's out of a small bag. The ends of them have been sharpened down into spikes.

Miss Macabre: That's why the edges are still quite rou-

One of the other people snatches one of the weapons off her. He is a holy man, wearing a priest's outfit. He looks to be about forty, with short hair and sunken eyes. He has a large rash up the side of his face. This is Paul The Monk. He inspects the crucifix carefully.

Paul the Monk: Yes...yes, this should do very nicely. The retribution will go ahead.

He smiles slightly, and raises his fist triumphantly, yet uncertainly, like he is very nervous. He itches his rash, and every few seconds looks over his shoulder as though he thinks somebody is there. The third person reaches slowly and purposefully to the crucifix's, takes one and looks at it. He is the creepiest of all of them. He wears a black suit with a white tie. His skin is a slightly red colour and his hair has strips of white in it. Strangest of all, the whites of his eyes are a deadly shade of purple. This is Dante's Inferno.

Dante: This...could do. However, I had hoped that you would at least make the points smoother. We don't want them to get stuck, after all.

Miss Macabre: My apologies.

She glares angrily at him, and takes out an apple from the bag, taking a big bite out of it. She talks whilst the juices slip down her jaw.

Miss Macabre: But I'm sure you'll be fine with those large muscles of yours!

Paul The Monk: Listen here. If you two continue this bickering I'll do the retribution myself. Christ's will be done, no matter what!

Miss Macabre lifts her apple into the air triumphantly and shakes slightly in her chair. Her legs are folded on it; she is barefooted.

Dante: Remind me of the time.

Paul The Monk: Same time as always. You think I'd change it? I'm not stupid you know!

He suddenly looks very agitated.

Paul The Monk: I was told not to arouse suspicion!

Dante still looks very calm.

Dante: Of course...by God.

Paul The Monk: I sincerely hope you are not mocking me.

The two glare at each other for a moment, then Miss Macabre breaks the silence.

Miss Macabre: I'm going to take a kip before we begin!

She walks to the wooden pews and lays down, falling asleep almost instantly.

Paul the Monk: You are doing this for the reasons we agreed, I hope?

Dante: Of course. I'll be back in time for the, er...retribution.

He stifles a laugh. Fade to a shot of the outside of the church. People are walking in. It is light now, the sun shining brightly on the town. It looks more like Summer than Autumn. Fade to the inside of the church. The torches are still lit. Paul The Monk is standing at the front, addressing the people sitting down, among them are Miss Macabre and Dante.

Paul The Monk: So often, men in my position stand here and preach to you about the suffering of Christ. The pain he went through to save you from sin. And yet...the world carries on doing what it does. Criminals run rampant through the streets. Why, only last week that poor young girl was found in a gutter, robbed of that which was held so dearly.

A murmur goes through the crowd.

Paul The Monk: Why, oh why do people choose to overlook his suffering? The pain he went through is unbearable, indescribable, I can talk to you all together and it will never sink in. It pains me to say that the only ones who realize what Christ went through do not linger with us long enough to describe it. It is only those who die that learn. Only those who die whose eyes are opened!

People begins looking around uncomfortable with what Paul is saying. He walks forward to somebody in one of the front rows.

Paul The Monk: I wish I could let you all know what he went through. But I can't. No, only a few people will learn today...maybe the rest of you could begin to understand when you...see.

Another murmur goes through the crowd. This time, a man ushers his family up from the back and they go to the door, but as they try to push it open, they find that it is locked. Paul is directly in front of an old woman now. She is in her best clothes, and looks very worried. He smiles slightly at her.

Paul The Monk: Let the retribution...begin!

He pulls one of the wooden crucifix's from his pocket and drives it into the old lady's collar bone. She shrieks in terror as blood spurts from thw wound when he pulls it out. At the same time, Miss Macabre stabs her crucifix into a young teenage boy next to her's head.

Miss Macabre: Be free baby brother! Be free!

She squeals in delight. People rise from their seat in terror and run to the door, but as they do, Dante runs in front on them and drives the crucifix first into the man who tried to open the door earlier, then his wife. The young girl with them screams and runs, but he follows, diving. From over the pews, all Paul can see is blood splashing up from where Dante is stabbing the girl. He says nothing, instead, he stands and runs up to an old man who was attempting to climb to a window by standing on the pipe organ. Dante pulls him off. He shouts out as he falls.

Man: No!

The man's head hits the tough floor, cracking open. Paul sees this and shouts out.

Paul The Monk: NO! ONLY WITH THE CRUCIFIX'S! THAT IS WHAT GABRIEL TOLD ME!

A young man picks up a bible and runs towards Paul, rising it over his head ready to bash Paul, but Paul simply outstretches his arm, driving the crucifix into the man's ribs. The bible drops onto his head. Miss Macabre runs from the bodies of a family, blood covering her face. She licks her lips and she rushes towards the rabble trying to break down the door.

Miss Macabre: FREEEEEEEEEE!

The man she is running at hurriedly tears a toddler boy from his mother's arms and throws him at her. She delights in driving the crucifix into the boy's back.

Miss Macabre: I'm saving you! STAY STILL!

Dante has abandoned his crucifix and is instead strangling a large woman in the corner. He drops her to the ground, and she breathes in deeply. Seeing she is still alive, Dante stamps on her head, smashing her skull open. Paul The Monk sees this and yells out. At that moment, the doors break open and the people flood out. Miss Macabre follows, screaming in delight.

Paul The Monk: NO! THIS IS ALL WRONG!!!

He runs at Dante who turns just in time to see him. Dante punches Paul in the face, stunning him for a moment. Dante lifts the priest up.

Paul The Monk: You will have no place in Heaven!

Dante: Oh, go to Hell!

Dante throws Paul into the wall, hitting one of the still lit torches. Paul falls to the floor, and his gown sets on fire. He screams in pain. Dante laughs and turns to start killing more people. Paul stands and runs at Dante, the crucifix in his hand outstretched. He drives it into the back of Dante's neck, at an angle do it goes into his head. Dante falls to the floor, dead. Paul tries to roll on the floor, but it is too late, the flames are too strong. He screams as he lays dying on the ground.

Paul The Monk: FREE ME!!!

Outside the church and quite far down the road, Miss Macabre is spinning, dancing over the body of a Lollipop man. A young woman is on the floor, having been pushed over. She stands and runs. A few men rush Miss Macabre, pulling the crucifix from her hands and pinning her to the floor. She yells out profanities in anger, and spits at the ground. A car round the corner up ahead. It slows down for a moment. The driver is obscured by the sunlight hitting the windscreen. Without warning, the car suddenly accelerates. The men pinning down Miss Macabre run away. The girl calmly stands up, standing where she is. She holds her arms out, palms facing the car.

Miss Macabre: You will sto-

The car smashes into her, launching her into the air. She falls hard to the pavement. The car speeds off. A "spinning newspaper" has the headline "THE TUESDAY MASSACRE". There are pictures of Miss Macabre, Dante and Paul The Monk. Underneath, the caption says "Killers all killed only moments into the dreadful event!"

The screen fades to black. It shows the church again, looking slightly different.

"October 31st - 2009"

Another priest is in the church, collecting up hymn books. The doors of the church blow open, and for a split second, a whisper can be heard.


Whisper: Retribution...

The Priest looks around, very worried. He shakes his head and continues collecting books.

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-11-2009 01:25 PM

Part 7
 
Fade to an aerial shot of the town. The sun is slowly setting, turning the sky a red-purple color. Fade to a shot of an old Blue Volkswagen Camper T1 driving fast through the town. Chronogrl is driving, whilst Massacre Man lays down in the bag. He pops open a can of Lager. Chronogrl looks very agitated.

Chronogrl: Seriously, why didn't you think of this before?

Massacre Man: I thought we still had Dad's old overalls!

Chronogrl: Yeh, maybe if you hadn't have pulled your little stunt last year-

Massacre Man: Geddy said it'd work, I was suggestable.

Chronogrl: You were drunk. But even then, how could you think setting your hand on fire would be a good idea?

Massacre Man: It did look cool! And the aerosol did stop the burning.

Chronogrl: Until it reached your sleeve.

He laughs slightly in the back, and takes a few gulps of his beer.

Chronogrl: Glad you're finding this funny. Honestly, do you really need to dress up?

He sits up, and looks at her as though she's just punched him in the face.

Massacre Man: It's Halloween! Michael Myers will be done justice!

Chronogrl: Ugh, you're so lame.

She shakes her head in disbelief.

Massacre Man: It's tradition, anyway! Dress up, walk around scaring kids for an hour then go over to Geddy's for a few cold ones.

Chronogrl: Hell, I can't believe it, but that sounds more sad than trick or treating.

Massacre Man: Whatever...just keep driving.

Chronogrl: How did I let you talk me into this?

Massacre Man: I exploited your suggestible nature, big sis.

Chronogrl: Oh, wait, I remember. Twenty bucks wasn't it? Suggestable nature my ass.

Massacre Man: Worth a try...

He finished the drink and throws it onto the floor of the camper. Chronogrl almost gasps.

Chronogrl: Pick that up!

Massacre Man: Pick what up?

Chronogrl: You know what, you little twerp!

Massacre Man: Come over here and we'll see who's really little.

He sniggers.

Chronogrl: Pick it up!

Massacre Man leans one of his long arms across and picks it up, then throws it out the window. The car behind beeps it's horn.

Chronogrl: Make it twenty five!

Massacre Man: Fuck you!

Chronogrl: Hey! I deserve it, spending more than five minutes in a car with you. I wouldn't have to if you just bought your own. Mum paid for those lessons!

Massacre Man: Meh. I'd just roll that one over too. You could always let me drive this.

Chronogrl doesn't reply, instead turns up the car radio. Massacre Man laughs and lays his head back in the car. Fade to an outside shot of "Flor*Mart". The camper van parks and the siblings get out. Fade to them walking through the store. Chronogrl is holding a shopping basket. Massacre Man puts two pairs of Blue overalls in. Chronogrl looks at him and raises an eyebrow.

Massacre Man: Geddy might have a new magic trick.

She smiles and carries on walking. They pass the freezer area and she puts some mincemeat in the basket. As she does, a whole in the plastic lets the blood drip out. It goes onto her bag.

Chronogrl: Ah, crap...

Out of nowhere, a man in a man is a green t-shirt runs past grabbing her bag. Massacre Man, who was browsing posters turns and runs after the man. As he does so, Chronogrl runs past him, diving on the man. She pins him to the floor, pushing his head to the ground.

Chronogrl: Bastard stole my-

She screams out in pain as the man bites her finger, drawing blood.

Massacre Man: What the fuck?!

The Flor*Mart guards run to the man, holding him down so Chronogrl can get up. Fade to Chronogrl and Massacre Man standing at the front of the store. A man in a suit hands her a cheque.

Man: Once again, sincerest apologies. I only hope this covers it.

Chronogrl: Don't worry, it wasn't you fa-

Massacre Man: Fuck no, it doesn't! Look at her hand!

Massacre Man lifts her bandaged hand up.

Chronogrl: Mass!

She turns back to the store manager.

Chronogrl: It's fine. I'll be seeing you!

The man nods and walks back into the store. Massacre Man and Chronogrl start back to the van.

Massacre Man: Flor Mart are loaded! They can afford more than that!

Chronogrl: I used to work there, I have to keep some loyalty.

Massacre Man: You're such a pussy.

A hand wearing fingerless gloves pulls Chronogrl round by her shoulder. It's Scouse Mac. He still has his satchel.

Massacre Man: Dude, what the fuck?!

Chronogrl: Mr. Ma-

Massacre Man: Hold on? Aren't you the douchebag homeless guy from earlier? Too good for handouts?!

Scouse Mac: I was busy. Can I see your hand, Chronogrl.

Chronogrl: Pardon?

Massacre Man: You know each other?

Chronogrl: Mass, it's Mr. Mac.

Massacre Man looks blankly at her.

Chronogrl: Ah, right. He left before you came up to Herrerville High. He was my old History teacher.

Scouse Mac: Please, can I see your hand. It's important. I saw what happened in there.

Chronogrl: I...guess.

She holds up her hand.

Scouse Mac: Remove the bandage.

Massacre Man: Are you high? She just got a chunk bit out of the side of her finger!

Scouse Mac: Yes, she did. And now I need to see it.

Chronogrl: It's okay, Mass. I trust him.

She takes off the bandage.

Massacre Man: CHRIST!

Scouse Mac: Oh dead...just as I feared.

The wound has already been overcome with black scabs.

Chronogrl: What's happened to me.

Scouse Mac: If I told you now, you wouldn't let me help you...but I can, trust me. But only if we act fast. Do you know the garages on Deth Road?

She nods.

Scouse Mac: We need to get there...now!

Chronogrl looks to Massacre Man, then back at Scouse Mac and nods. They get into her van and drive away. Fade to inside the store, in a back room. The man in the green t-shirt is tied down to a chair, snarling. The whites of his eyes are purple. The store manager walks in.

Manager: What on earth is wrong with him? Rabies?

A security guard turns to the manager and shakes his head.

Guard: I seen rabies, and this ain't it!

The Manager thinks for a moment.

Manager: Okay...Okay. This is what we're gonna do.

He signals for the guard to come closer. They turn to face the door.

Manager: He might be able to still hear us...anyway. I'll phone the police and the paramedics. Meanwhile, I want you to get a knife from the back room and cut your hand.

Guard: What?

Manager: You guys acted way to slow. We want to appear like victims here...say he had a knife and attacked you. Make it look bad, but not fatal.

Guard: Have you lo-

Manager: No, I'm very much sane. Look, you will be compensated for this.

Guard: Oh...okay. I'll do it. Heh. Just realized one good thing. At least he's stopped snarling!

Both men's eyes widen, and they turn back to where the man was sitting. He has broken free of the chair, and is standing still, breathing heavily. Before either man can react, the man in the green shirt runs and dives at them. The screen cuts to black, with the sound of their struggling and screaming still playing. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-12-2009 01:37 PM

Part 8
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the woods. The sun is barely visible now as it sets. There can only be around ten minutes of sunlight left. The camera zooms down through the trees to a crowd of people. They're all looking at one woman. She's quite young, with blonde hair tied in a pony tail, and a black t-shirt with jeans. This is Novakru She has a small clipboard.

Novakru: The rules of the game are as follows. You have until eleven o'clock to survive. You must stay in the area marked out by the yellow tape. It covers three square miles. There are three creatures out there trying to kill you. Each of you have on three of these...

She holds up a small red ribbon.

Novakru: The creatures, which are a witch, a vampire and a zombie will be trying to take them off you. There are plenty of trees for them to hide in, so keep an eye out. As I said, you must survive until eleven o'clock at which point you will return here. The person or persons with the most lives remaining win the prize money.

Somebody puts their hand up. It's a young man wearing a tightly done up duffle coat. He has thick rimmed glasses on and a woolly hat. This is Posher.

Novakru: Yes, the kid with no fashion sense.

He glares at her for a moment, then speaks.

Posher: Can we steal other people's lives?

Novakru: Ah, good question. No you cannot. On top of the creatures hunting you, there will be several "imps" roaming around. They will watch for cheating.

Posher: Can we sabotage the other people in any way?

Novakru: How...er, how do you mean?

Posher: Like...could I go up behind somebody and bash their leg in with a branch so they can't come back to the start line?

Novakru: I'm sorry, are you serious?

He nods innocently, as though he doesn't see anything wrong with what he just said.

Novakru: Lets say, erm, NO! Jesus, any other questions?

The group of around ten people shake their heads. She beams at them and looks at her watch.

Novakru: In that case, you have until the sun has set to get used to the area. At that point, the creatures will be released. Go!

The people run through the two posts which signify the entrance and begin fanning out. Novakru turns and pulls out her phone. She goes down the contacts until she reaches the name "Ferretchucker". The phone rings, and then his answer phone message plays.

Ferretchuker: Leave a message! Or don't. It's up to you. I'd really like it if you did, but I don't want to pressure you or anything...

The pointless ranting continues. She sighs.

Novakru: Gonna kill that ki-

The beep.

Novakru: Hey, boy! Just phoning to find out if your coming to my little thing up here. It'd mean a lot to me if you did! Seriously, after forty two hours of labor, you owe me. Okay, ciao!

She hangs up the phone and turns around, back to the playing area. The sun has just about set. She pull out a walkie talkie.

Novakru: Okay, stubborn, I think you guys can just about enter, over.

No reply.

Novakru: Stubbs, hey, you gonna pick up?

Still no reply. She sighs.

Novakru: Imps. I repeat, Imps, do you copy?

No reply.

Novakru: Is anybody at all there?

She waits anxiously, but still nothing. She speaks into the walkie talkie one more time.

Novakru: Maybe it's where I am. I'm gonna move into the area.

She puts the talkie back into her pocket and moves into the playing field. The sun has completely set now, so she takes out a small torch and shines it around. She speaks into the air.

Novakru: No need to worry, just me. Keep playing.

She talks quietly to herself.

Novakru: Jesus...bet she's drunk agai-

A scream rings out from the distance.

Novakru: Finally!

She starts to walk back towards the entrance, but then another scream rings out. It's shrill and full of terror.

Novakru: She really knows how to put on a show, heh.

Another screams comes, then another. Novakru talks into the talkie again.

Novakru: Okay, get the kids to shut up now. The police said they don't want too much noise.

A voice screams out from the distance.

Voice: HELP! SOMEBODY!

She looks around suspiciously, then talks back into the talkie.

Novakru: Anybody else hearing that?

Still no reply.

Novakru: Just go and sort it out myself then. Fucking hell...

She walks in the direction of the screams, torch shining forward.

Novakru: If this is just some kid over reacting I'm gonna be pretty pissed off!

She starts to push through a large bush, then something grabs her arm. She jumps, and looks down. It's Posher.

Novakru: What the-

He puts his finger to his lips urgently, telling her to be quiet. She stands for a moment, then bends down.

Novakru: What the hell is this about. Why- oh my...are you crying? What's wrong?

He speaks in a whisper.

Posher: It came out of the darkness...I was watching them...they were in a big group and I was gonna jump out on them?

Novakru: Who?

Posher: The other people in the game...then this guy, or thing road out of the darkness...he came from nowhere. On a horse...

Posher puts his head down and whimpers. He's shaking uncontrollably.

Novakru: You...you're really scared, aren't you? What did this man do?

He looks up to her, then turns to his left. He points to something on the ground around ten feet away. She waits for a moment, then begins to creep towards it. Posher whimpers again. As she gets closer, her eyes widen as she starts to see what it is.

Novakru: No...

Posher: He did it...to all of them.

She shines the torch on the object. It's a human head, the head of a young girl who had been in the crowd at the beginning. She squeaks in fear, then lets out a short scream before quickly recovering herself. Suddenly, from her right, fast heavy footsteps sound. Out of the darkness, a man in silver and black armor rides a horse towards her. He holds a large glinting blade. He face is obscured by a spiked, silver and slightly crudely made helmet. This is V. His voice sounds, although it sounds like a distant echo.

V: Got you now!

Posher: RUN!

Novakru doesn't need telling twice. She runs up to Posher, and then alongside him. V laughs maniacally as his horse draws closer and closer to the pair. Posher glances behind, and seeing that V is getting closer, pushes Novakru backwards in an attempt to save himself. She instead falls over flat on the floor. The horse rides on past her, following Posher.

Posher: Take her! PLEASE!

V: Coward scum! This will be fun...

V pulls a dagger from his side and throws it. The blade sticks into Posher's shoulder. Just as he begins to fall, the horse rides past him and V swings his sword. Novakru watches in terror as the boy's head flies high into the air and with barely any effort, V sticks out his sword, spiking the head on the end of it. The horse stands on it's hind legs, then turns, facing back towards Novakru.

V: Who's next?

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-13-2009 01:23 PM

Part 9
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of a medium sized detached house. There are several cars parked outside. Another car parks, and a young man with a long head of hair steps out. He has a small shaggy beard and is wearing a brown hooded sweater and jeans. This is The Flayed One. He rings the door bell and within a few seconds, a beaming Hammerfan opens the door.

Hammerfan: Ah, Flayed!

She gives him a big hug and kisses him on the cheek.

Hammerfan: We didn't think you'd show this year!

Flayed: Yeh, well, I might have to shove off early. Got some paint to watch dry.

He smiles and winks at her. She whacks him with her tea towel.

Hammerfan: Come on in and help yourself.

She points to a bowl of cooked meat in barbecue sauce. Amongst the pieces of meat are a foot and a finger.

Hammerfan: We'll just give the others a few minutes to arrive then we can start. Neverending, look who arrived!

Neverending: Who is it, dear?

He steps out of the kitchen whilst wiping some red liquid off a glass. He smiles when he sees Flayed.

Neverending: Good show! Come to risk it again?

Flayed nods politely then takes a collar bone covered in meat from the bowl and begins biting it. He sits down in the lounge area. There are three other people in there. The one closest to him is a young woman with very pale skin. She has small fangs protruding from her lips and bright green eyes. Her hair is dark brown and hanging loose. She nods at him in greeting.

Flayed: Muderdoll! Is there ever a year when you're not here?

She replies with no humor.

Murderdoll: Once back in 1986 I decided not to turn up. I'd killed some family in Texas the night before and it was tricky to cross the border.

Flayed raises an eyebrow, then looks across to the next person along. She has pitch black hair and eyeliner to match. She's wearing a long black dress and is holding the hand of a man who also has long dark hair. He also has large muscles and a beard to make Flayed's look like a prepubescent school girl. This is Rayne and Dude Guadalupe.

Rayne: Hey! 'Bout time you turned up. I've been wanting to give you a thrashing for years.

Flayed: You'd like that, wouldn't you.

Dude Guadalupe suddenly stands up and stares down at The Flayed One angrily.

Dude Guadalupe: What the FUCK did you just say?

Flayed looks up at him and cocks a smile.

Flayed: That didn't work on me the last time, don't think I've forgotten!

Dude takes a few steps towards Flayed, then he face turns to a smile and he shakes Flayed's hand.

Dude: Good to see you again, mate. At least now there are two useful guys on our team!

Hammerfan walks in holding a glass of what looks like red wine. She hands it to Murderdoll who begins drinking.

Hammerfan: Watch it, you!

Dude: Sorry Ma'am.

He mock bows. She laughs.

Hammerfan: Neverending! Finish up in there, looks like we can get started now, nobody else is turning up!

Rayne: Roshiq not coming, again?

Hammerfan shakes her head.

Hammerfan: He's still a bit sore. I tell you, I don't think he's left his house in years! Well, apart from...well, Halloween.

Neverending walks in with a bowl of cheese-its.

Neverending: These are just for afterwards, you know. I always get a craving for them.

Murderdoll: I gotta hand it to you, Hammer, this is really good this year.

She holds up the glass of red liquid.

Hammerfan: Freshly squeezed today.

Neverending: Tell me about it!

Dude: Who'd it come from?

Hammerfan: Some guy I hit on the road. Looked homeless. Funny though, he didn't have a head. I can't imagine my tire would take it clean off like that...

Flayed: Ha! You hit another guy?

Neverending: Every bloody year!

He puts on an exaggerated woman's voice.

Neverending: Nev, it happened again? Can you handle it for me while I go and invite my ex again?

Rayne: Ooooh, trouble in paradise?

Hammerfan: Let's see you talk like that downstairs! Speaking of which, shall we begin?

They all nod, then stand and make their way to the basement. The basement is separated into two halves. The stairs lead to one half, which is quite a nice, carpeted room with plain white walls. There are comfy arm chairs down there and a large blackboard. Hammerfan walks over and draws a long white line down the middle of the board.

Hammerfan: Okay, last year it was Wolves who chose first, so this time it's bats!

Rayne steps forward to a hat that Neverending is holding. She pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it.

Murderdoll: Perfect! FLAYED!

Flayed: I'll try and go easy on you this time.

Murderdoll: Ha! I'm not the one with a limp, she shoots she SCORES!

Flayed laughs and the two of them approach the large breeze block wall which split the basement in half. At the far end of the wall is a large metal door it a bar across it. Dude lifts the bar and the two of them walk into the room. This side isn't nearly as well looked after as the other side. The walls are entirely covered in breeze blocks. There's a rusty bucket in one corner and a pile of needles in another. The ceiling in dripping and there's a tap on one side. Flayed covers his nose.

Flayed: Eurgh! Jesus, Nev, couldn't afford to clean it last year?

Neverending: Honestly! Sometimes I wish I'd become a Vampire before I met her! Then I wouldn't have to worry about Molly and her damn college fees.

Hammerfan: Oy!

Neverending: You know I'm only joking!

There are several small holes poked in breeze blocks, about the size of a can of drink. Hammerfan speaks through one of them whilst Dude puts the bar back across the door.

Hammerfan: Okay, Flayed. The morphine is over there in the corner, see it? Induce the change, if you will.

Flayed: Yep! I got it

Neverending: And MD, have you had enough blood?

Muderdoll: I could do with a bit more.

Neverending: Okay, just fill up your glass from that bucket there!

She dips her glass in the bucket and downs the blood. Flayed takes one of the morphine injections and sticks it into his arm. Almost immediately, his muscles start to bulge and grey sprouts from all over his skin. The muscles bulge so much that his skin begins to tear, although the wounds heal within seconds as skin reforms. He screams out in pain. Murderdoll stands ready to fight. Hammerfan shouts through the hole.

Hammerfan: Remember Muderdoll, you can start whe-

Murderdoll: When he howls. I remember! Okay...time to toughen up.

She closes her eyes and concentrates hard for a moment. Her skin begins to get darker and darker, turning a deep purple colour, before returning to it's pale state. She reopens her eyes and they're blood red. She twists her head side to side, clicking it. Flayed has almost fully change now. He is hunched over, whimpering like a hurt dog. When he looks up, his face is a gruesome cross between human and canine. Most of the face is hairless, and whilst his jaw and nose are stretched out, that is pretty much the only change. His nose has not turned black and his lips still look the same. His teeth are long and sharp, and his ears are larger and pointed. He blinks once over his yellow eyes, then wheezes a few times.

Murderdoll: Almost...

Suddenly, he lists his head up to the ceiling and lets out a loud howl.

Murderdoll: There we go...

She smiles maliciously. Flayed jolts as though he has just noticed her presence. He growls deeply, then in unison both of them dive at each other, Flayed going high and Murderdoll darting low. Just before they collide, the screen cuts to black, but the sounds of shouting, screaming, barking and wincing can still be heard as well as mauls and scratches, tears and bites. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-16-2009 04:36 PM

Part 10
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the outside of the theater. A small line on people are queuing outside, handing their tickets to a young spotty teen working at the booth. Most of them are quite young. As they walk in, a boy with a long fringe looks across to the girl he's with.

Boy: Mum and Dad refused to come. Said it was too soon.

Girl: Why should we give a fuck? I weren't born.

Boy: Did I tell you? My mum went to school with a girl who's granddad was killed. Apparently he tried to climb out a window from a pipe organ!

The girl gives out a short and cold "HA!" and the two of them enter. Fade to a shot of the backstage room. Fortunato walks hurriedly in the direction of the small room where The Return had been. Papillon Noir walks into his way and looks up at him. Her eyes are emotionless, and when she speaks, her voice matches.

Papillon Noir: We aren't to go in there whilst he works.

Fortunato: I'm going to ask what the hell we're gonna do about the parts of the murderers.

Papillon Noir: But we can't go in there.

Fortunato: I know he said that, but this is important!

Papillon Noir: Not as important as his work.

Fortunato: What? Shove off.

He tries to push past her, but she grabs his arm. He tries to pull it away but her grip is hard. He looks her up and down for a moment.

Fortunato: Okay...I see what this is. Trying to shut me out. Fine. Okay. But let's see who's laughing when the reviews come out!

He walks back to where he came from, brushing his hair out of his eyes. She turns sits down, legs crossed, staring blankly into space. Cut to The Return in his small room. He is sitting in front of a large mirror. He has a small kettle next to him. He pours some water into a metal bowl beneath the mirror and it steams up. He speaks quietly, under his breath.

The Return: You agree to what we have decided?

A large Y is drawn in the condensation.

The Return: And you understand...I will have full control over you.

The Y is underlined once.

The Return: And you will leave me alone...forever?

The Y is underlined once more.

The Return: Okay...full embodiment will commence in roughly fifteen minutes...you must concentrate.

Nothing happens to the condensation.

The Return: If all goes to plan, you should be able to hear my instructions clearly.

A small smiley face appears in the condensation, which has nearly all faded.

The Return: Good, good.

He nods slightly, then pulls his notebook out of his pocket. He says something in a strange language. Cut to a shot of the outside of the door. He opens it, and the inside of the room can be seen, which has returned to it's plain self. As he walks, he spots Papillon Noir.

The Return: Oh, right.

He flicks through the notebook.

The Return: Cursia Tuno Rem.

He doesn't take a second look at her as she suddenly snaps back to sense, and instead carries on walking. Fade to a shot of Chronogrl's camper van pulling into a back alley car park. Her, Massacre Man and Scouse Mac all get out. Scouse Mac leads them over to a garage with a murky green doored garage. He opens the door, and Chronogrl and Massacre Man both hold their noses.

Massacre Man: Jesus! What do you keep in here?

Scouse Mac: Certain things are necessary for my line of work.

Massacre Man: It smells like dead people?

Scouse Mac looks at him without blinking. Massacre Man's jaw drops.

Massacre Man: NO!

Scouse doesn't answer him, he instead beckon Chronogrl over. The room itself is larger than the average garage, being long enough to fit two medium sized cars in. The walls are very worn, eithe rlarge cracks and holes in them. The furthest wall looks like somebody tried to paint it white, but gave up halfway through. Around the edges are loads of non matching kitchen counters with draws, cupboards and worktops. Hanging from the walls are various weapons including knives, crossbows, axes and a few crossbows as well as one long katana. As well as that is a small fridge and a very old bookcase filled to the brim with old leather bound books. In one small corner is a mattress with several holes in it and a small flea bitten sheet on top.

Scouse Mac: You, over there. You...

He looks at Massacre Man.

Scouse Mac: Take this.

He throws him an old Nokia mobile phone.

Scouse Mac: Look through the contacts for Mona. Mona Lisa. Tell her you're with Mac at the garage. Tell her it's a level 3 bite.

Massacre Man starts looking through the phone. Chronogrl stands nervously next to one of the counters. She looks very pale now, her eyes are beginning to go bloodshot. The blackness of the bite mark is fading to a dirty grey colour. Scouse Mac walks to one of the draws and rummages around for a pair of old glasses. He puts them on and looks at the wound.

Scouse Mac: Hmmmm.

Chronogrl: It's fading...that means it's getting better, right?

Scouse Mac: I wish...Keep quiet. I need to concentrate.

He inspects it for a further ten seconds or so, then rushes to one of the fridges. He gets out a carton of milk and tears the top open, pouring it into a chipped mug. He fills it about half full, then puts the milk back. He then takes a chunk of meat out of the fridge that has been wrapped up in cling film. As he unwraps it, Chronogrl shrieks for a moment.

Chronogrl: What's that?

Scouse Mac looks at it for a second.

Scouse Mac: What does it look like? It's a foot.

He bangs it down on a table, then takes a rusty meat cleaver from a drawer. Massacre Man has finished on the phone now and looks up just as Scouse Mac cuts off the big toe of the foot. He quickly holds it over the glass of milk and squeezes, dripping blood into it. The milk turns pink.

Massacre Man: What the fuck is that for?

Scouse Mac: It's like a jab. Get a small dose of a disease to build up an immunity. You wouldn't understand. Just...

He makes a shushing sound, then throws the toe down into the corner of the floor. From one of the cupboards, he takes out a plastic pot of something. When he opens it it is revealed to be chopped up pieces of onion. He puts a handful into the mug. Chronogrl gags slightly.

Massacre Man: She isn't going to have to -

Scouse Mac holds up a finger to silence him, and carries on bustling about. He takes a large bag of sugar which was on one of the counters and pours a large amount into the mug. Then, finally, he walks over to her and pulls one of her hairs out. She holds her head and glares at him.

Scouse Mac: The book says there must be an element of surprise in the cup. Well, I guarantee you didn't know I'd do that!

He laughs a dead laugh, no emotion left in it. He takes a small teaspoon and begins stirring up the drink. He takes it over to Chronogrl and Massacre Man. They look in. The mixture is a lumpy, thick pink liquid. Chronogrl gags again. Scouse Mac dips his finger into it, then holds out his other hand to take hers. He begins rubbing the wound with the liquid.

Chronogrl: Oh thank God! I thought I'd have to-

Scouse Mac holds the mug in front of her face.

Scouse Mac: You do.

Chronogrl: Oh you have to be kidding me! Please...

Scouse Mac: Trust me. I know what I'm doing. She looks at the drink, then at her wound. She frowns in thought, then takes the mug.

Massacre Man: Bottoms up...

Chronogrl holds her nose then takes a gulp of the drink. As it sits in her mouth for a moment, she gags again, this time it is followed by vomit. The mixture of vomit and the concoction slaps onto the floor.

Scouse Mac: No, no! You have to down it straight away. You have to get as much in you as possible.

She looks at the mug again, then puts her head back and drinks. The sound made as she slops down the thick liquid are like a horse with water. She finishes the last gulp and slams the mug down onto the counter, gasps and coughs a lot. He eyes are red and watering.

Massacre Man: Why did you put it on the bite if you were just gonna make her drink it? Kicks?

Scouse Mac: Don't be such an arrogant fool. I'm just doing what the book says.

Massacre Man: What book?!

Scouse Mac walks to the bookshelf and pulls out one of the newer books.

Scouse Mac: Infections of Paranormal Kind. Written by Rod Eric Usher.

Chronogrl: Paranormal kind?

Scouse Mac: There's a lot you need to know...things are happening in this town. They have been for years, but lately...it's been unusually strange and it looks like tonight, well, to put it in simple terms so he...

He gestures towards Massacre Man.

Scouse Mac: Can understand. The shits gonna hit the fan.

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-17-2009 03:09 PM

Part 11
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of autumn leaves laying on the floor. Everything is calm and dark, lit only by the moon. Without warning a foot wearing brown boots stamps down onto the leaves crunching them to the dirt covered ground. It is Novakru. She is running through the woods. A twig is in her hair and her face is pale and flushed. She breathes heavily as though she's been running for a long while. As she runs she takes her phone out of her pocket. Still no signal.

Novakru: Damn!

Looking at the screen, she doesn't notice the branch ahead of her. Her face smashes into it, sending a tooth flying with a small amount of blood. She falls backwards onto the floor, the back of her head narrowly missing a root. The phone flies from her hand and lands on the floor behind her. She pulls herself round onto all fours and looks at the phone. As she is about to go for it, she hears a horse in the distance and a maniacal laugh. Immediately she gets to her feet and starts running again. She wipes sweat from her head and notices the blood. She spits it out, and as she does she breaks through the trees, finding herself on the bank of a very wide river. She turns to look behind her, seeing no sign of V. She picks up a long branch and pokes it into the river.

Novakru: Please...

The branch doesn't reach the bottom so she lets it go. It completely submerges. She smiles slightly, then lowers herself quickly into the water. The current isn't strong and she begins swimming across, keeping her head above the water. She does breast stroke so as not to make too much noise. As she swims across, she hears a small splash from somewhere in the river behind her. She turns quickly, but sees nothing.

Novakru: Just a bit further...little more.

She keeps swimming, faster than before. Another splash. She turns again and catches sight of something sinking back into the water. Her eyes widen and she turns to a faster stroke, making much more noise.

Novakru: Nearly there!

A cold whisper can be heard on the wind and she swims even faster. She is only around fifteen feet from the bank now, and more splashes can be heard behind her. Another whisper can be heard on the wind, louder this time. Then a third time, and this time she can hear it.

Whisper: Sink with ussssssssss...

She screams slightly and keeps swimming. Something pulls her down slightly then lets go when she kicks it.

Whisper: Sink...rest with usssss....

Novakru: For the love of God no...

She reaches the bank just as the horses footsteps can be heard approaching from the other side of the river. She clamps her hands down on the grass and starts pulling herself out but as she pulls her shoulders onto the edge the ground rips out. She falls back, glancing over her shoulder quickly. She can't see the horse yet, but can hear it getting closer. She clenches the ground again and pulls herself out as fast as possible. This time she succeeds, falling down onto the ground. She pants with fear and exhaustian. Just as she is about to stand up, an invisible force pulls her back into the water. She kicks in terror but to no avail. She is up to her waist in the water now, thrashing around still. In one last bid for freedom she digs her hand back into the wet ground but it is no use. She screams a shrill scream and cries tears of anguish as her face sinks below the water. The whisper sounds once more.

Whisper: Die with ussssss...

V the Horseman reaches the riverbank and looks down into the black water. He makes a small hissing noise. The horse stamps it's feet a few times, then dives forward into the water. As the great black horse and metal clad man fall go into the deep water, V still holding tightly onto it's back, they barely make a splash. For a moment, all is quiet. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-18-2009 02:57 PM

Part 12
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of a small building with a small satellite dish attached to the top. A light shines from a small window in the building. Fade into a small white room with loads of posters for Horror films up around the walls. Doc Faustus sits on a small tattered armchair. Next to a chair is a small television on a trolley. A VHS and DVD player sits below it. He is wearing a red silk shirt with a black tie pulled down quite low, as well as a bowler hat. Another man is in the room controlling the large camera focused on Doc Faustus. The man is very tall and wears a baseball cap. This is Urgeok.

Doc Faustus: Up next is a clip from a film that has been called many things from overrated and unfunny. To this people I say screw you!

He points at the camera for a moment, then puts his arm back down.

Doc Faustus: This is The Exorcist!

The clip of Regan throwing up plays on the small television. Doc pauses the film.

Doc Faustus: What does this clip say to you? Is it that the monster is within? Is it that sometimes evil can be found where you least expect it? If it is, sort yourself out! It's none of those things. It shows that children can't be trusted! They're brats who's green slime on you or kill their topless older sister whenever they get the chance! Which brings me to my next point!

He swivels his chair around slightly so as to face the camera more directly.

Doc Faustus: I am fed up with children stealing Halloween from us real people! Where halloween should be a day for all things vile and bloody it has instead be turned into a free candy vending machine for kids. And what happened to true horror television? It was replaced by yet another ridiculous Simpsons Treehouse of Horror or...

He shudders slightly.

Doc Faustus: Charlie Brown. So, I urge you parents, put your child to sleep early tonight and take their pillow then-

Urgeok signals to his watch and Doc rolls his eyes.

Doc Faustus: My ever faithful douchebag has just informed me it is time for us to depart for the opening of "That Tuesday". It should take around ten minutes to arrive so, until then we'll put on a montage of Horror films that I put together last week.

He looks up at a small LED display on the wall with the word "viewers" written next to it. The number quickly falls from 110 to 63. Urgeok starts to pack up the camera whilst Doc Faustus goes for his coat. Urgeok grabs Doc Faustus' shoulder.

Urgeok: Can you please not talk about me like that.

Urgeoks face is deadly serious. It shows no threat yet but he is clearly not a fickle person.

Doc Faustus: Whatever Lurch, I pay you to film not to talk. Let's go.

They walk out of the building, turning off the light. Fade to a shot of Roshiq's house, then fade down to the basement where he lay on the straw. Roshiq appears totally changed now. His clothes are the same, but nearly everything else is different. His hair has grown to reach the bottom of his neck and is a solid black color. His skin is even more pale than before hand and he has a large black beard. His eyebrows too are very bushy, to the point where they almost meet in the middle. His ears whilst nearly the same almost make a slight point not at the top but at the earlobe. His skin is also much younger, making him look no older than forty. His body is also bulkier, not bulging with muscle but he is clearly toned. His eyes open revealing the empty sockets.

Roshiq: AHHHHHHH!

As he screams his top canine teeth are pushed from his gums by new, white sharp fangs. He yells out as he tries to stand as though the movement is greatly painful to him. In the distance a dog begins to bark, then several others follow suit. He sighs, then walks painfully over towards the door out of the basement. In the living room his television is still on. The very end of Doc Faustus' show before he left for the theater can be heard. The dogs are still howling in the distance.

Roshiq: Listen to them, the creatures of the night. What mus-

He breaks off halfway and chuckles to himself. Cut to him leaving his house, slamming the front door behind him. He is wearing a totally black suit other than his crimson bow tie. Over his eyes are dark circular sunglasses. He walks with an intricately carved wooden stick which he holds in his black leather gloved hand. He takes in a deep breath of the fresh air then begins walking calmly whistling a rather minor song. From up ahead a small boy dressed as a ninja runs up to him, carrying a small bag likely to be full of candy. The boy's mother is walking quickly to try and catch up. The boy is Zwoti. He can't be older than seven.

Zwoti: Hey mister. Are you meant to be a vampire?

Roshiq is slightly taken aback by the child he cannot see. He smiles to himself and nods in the direction of the voice.

Zwoti: I didn't know vampires had sunglasses.

Roshiq: I didn't know little boys spoke so much...

Zwoti looks up at him in awe, mouth open. His mother has nearly caught up now.

Zwoti: Would you like some candy?

The boy holds open his bag. Roshiq's smile grows and he reaches into the small bag, pulling out a pair of gummy vampire fangs.

Zwoti: Fangs! Aw, cool! They're my favorite!

Roshiq speaks calmly and with slight amusement at both the boy's attitude and the irony of the candy he holds in his hands.

Roshiq: Mine too.

The boys mother calls out for him. Zwoti ignores her and studies Roshiq for a moment.

Zwoti: Are you a real vampire?

Roshiq: Pardon.

Zwoti: Are you a real vampire? You can tell me, I think it'd be cool! I want to be a vampire! I would have been one today but my mummy said it was too scary.

The boys mother picks him up, gives Roshiq a scathing look then carries Zwoti away. Roshiq turns slightly and makes a slight whispering noise. In the distance the dogs bark very loudly for a moment. Zwoti is still looking over his mother's shoulder at Roshiq who smiles, then opens his mouth wide, extending his fangs. At the same time he pulls down his glasses revealing the empty sockets. Zwoti's jaw drops and he says nothing as his mother carries him away. Roshiq turns and begins walking in the other direction. He throws the candy into his mouth and starts chewing. Suddenly his face grows serious.

Roshiq: Need to drink...

Cut to two teenage boys walking along a sidewalk next to some large buildings. As they pass the alleyway between the buildings they hear a noise from within. Roshiq is speaking to them from the darkness.

Roshiq: Help...please. They took my wallet. Somebody. Anybody.

He coughs and splutters a few times. The boys, Gorephobia and Zero cautiously advance into the alley. They turn on the lights of their phones.

Gorephobia: Hey, dude. What did they do?

Roshiq: They took my...wallet.

Zero: How bad are you hurt?

Roshiq: Real bad...look. Over here...

Theyshine their torches to wear the sound is coming from. A limp body lay on the ground wearing a refuse man's uniform with blood covering him. They gasp.

Roshiq: Help me...

They look at the body.

Gorephobia: What did they do to you?

The real Roshiq swoops down from the fire escape of one of the buildings, landing just behind the boys.

Roshiq: This.

Before they have a chance to run he has slashed his clawed fingers across the back of Gorephobia's throat. He falls to the floor, his body twitching in spasm. Zero tries to run but Roshiq dives at him, pinning him to the floor. He punches him once hard in the face, breaking his nose and knocking one of his teeth out. Zero tries to scream but Roshiq clasps his mouth tightly with one strong hand. No matter how hard he tries Zero can't move the hand.

Roshiq: Shhh. Shhhh...this will only take a minute.


He bears his fangs down upon Zero's neck which twitches with his heavy breathing. He screams a tortures scream which is muffled by Roshiq's hand as his throat is torn open and Roshiq begins sucking the blood out with such force Zero grows paler by the second. Eventually, his eyes droop, then they close. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-19-2009 03:27 PM

Part 13
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of Hammerfan's house. Aside from a small group of trick or treaters walking past outside, everything is perfectly still and quiet. There is barely even any wind to rustle the fallen leaves. The camera slowly moves forward, passing through the front door. As it does, muffled sounds can be heard. It moves towards the basement staircase. The sounds can be heard more clearly now. Muffled growling and screaming and shouting. The camera passes down the staircase and through the tick metal door to the basement. Everything is alive.

While Hammerfan, Dude Guadalupe, Neverending and Rayne stand on the outside calmly watching the chaos on the otherside of the wall unfold. Neverending is so relaxed he is even texting. Hammerfan is marking points on the large blackboard and keeps looking down to her stopwatch.


Hammerfan: Flayed hasn't landed a good hit for nearly fifteen seconds now-oh wait...

Rayne winces slightly whilst Dude laughs with admiration.

Dude: Good hit, Flayed!

The camera moves into the other side of the room. The Flayed One i, his werewolf state lunges his powerful fist at Murderdoll but she is too agile and dives out of the way, bouncing off the wall and diving onto the back of his neck. She uses hey rigid nails to tear at his neck whilst at the same time biting his neck. He howls in pain.

Hammerfan: That's gotta hurt. I can see this ending soon.

Flayed reaches to the back of his neck, grabs her with his large hands and throws her hard into the wall. She slumps to the floor then regains herself just in time to see his almight foot stamp down onto her ribs. She clenches her teeth hard, then smiles malevolently at him as she grabs either side of his foot with each hand and begins pulling it apart. He howls and falls backwards, trying the scramble away but she has too good of a hold on him. The flesh in between two of his toes begins splitting. The split makes it's way down his foot. In an instant his fear and anguish becomes blind rage.

Dude: Don't let her hold you down! The teeth! Use the teeth!

Flayed curls his massive body round with the right leverage tears his foot from her grasp, at the same time bearing down upon her. He starts pummeling her face which quickly turns brown and blue with bruises. She tries to fight back but he's too powerful.

Hammerfan: I'm gonna call it. POINT TO THE HOUNDS!

Neveredning looks up halfheartedly, his eyebrows widen for a moment then he makes his way to a small gun. He aims it through one of the holes and shoots. A small dart sticks into his furry back. Instead of calming him down, it only angers him.

Rayne: Erm...I think it's gone wrong.

Flayed stops pummeling her. She gets a look up at him, her face full of admiration. There is not an ounce of fear or worry. She closes her eyes as he opens his jaw wide and clamps it on her skull.

Neverending: Must have been a dud. I'll just get another.

He slowly walks towards a small cupboard but Hammerfan holds up her hand and speaks with no empathy.

Hammerfan: I wouldn't worry. It's too late for her now.

Flayed's teeth crack into her skull. He chews a small bit of it then spits it out. He turns his attention to her brain, digging his snout into the small hole and feasting.

Neverending: Give him a couple of minutes to wind down then we'll get him with another dart.

The screen fades to black, then cuts back to Flayed slumped down in the fighting room, eyes closed. Dude throws a bucket of water onto him and he jolts awake, quickly taking in his surroundings. He notices a small pile of mashed up pieces of brains over in at the wall where he killed her.

Flayed: So I did kill her then...heh. Thought that might have been a dream.

Dude: Nah, you got her good and proper.

Flayed: Bitch probably deserved it. Last thing I remember is her tearing my...aw shit! My foot!

Dude: You're fine. Rayne bandaged it up, it'll heal in a week. Unless her teeth where made of brass you should be fine.

The both laugh. Hammerfan laughs aswell, Rayne looks confused, and Flayed gets to his feet.

Rayne: I thought it was silver that killed you guys.

Hammerfan: It is, it is.

She wipes a small tear of laughter away.

Dude: You wouldn't understand, babe. Hound joke.

Neverending: Guess it's up to you and me now, Rayne. Win it for the bats.

Flayed: Ha! You wish.

He limps over to one of the armchairs and sits down, relaxed. Hammerfan sniffs the air. They look at her cautiously and Dude sniffs aswell.

Hammerfan: Smell that?

Dude: Yeh...yeh I do. Flayed?

Flayed: Now that you mention it...smells like brains.

Hammerfan: Yeh...but different. I've had plenty of brains and they don't usually smell like this...what do you think dear?

Neverending: I'd tell you if I had a sense of smell...that's one of the things they don't tell you about dying...

Hammerfan: Yeh, yeh, I'll get a violin later.

She moves over to the large wooden crate where Muderdoll's body sits. She sticks a finger into her hollowed out her and takes a scoop of the brains. They all watch cautiously as she tastes it. Her eyes widen and she turns around to them.

Hammerfan: Oh my God...tastes like cabbage.

Rayne: Is it bad?

Hammerfan: Well, I don't like cabbage as it is so-

Rayne: No! I mean, what does it signify.

Hammerfan: Oh! Zombie blood. She must have been drinking it. No big deal.

They all sigh with relief and chuckle slightly.

Rayne: Cool. Didn't know we had them round here.

Dude: Neither did I. Still, it's always cool to see. Shame they drop dead so soon.

Neverending: Yeh...they'll never make a good zombie apocalypse when they can only last a few days.

Hammerfan: You lot want to go and find a few after the fights?

Flayed: Nah, Hellraiser six is on. Apparently it's so bad it's good.

Dude: Yeh...might as well watch that instead.

They all sigh again, and smile slightly, not bothered at all by the threat of the zombies. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-20-2009 03:04 PM

Part 14
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the outside of the theater, where it looks very empty. Doc Faustus and Urgeok are standing outside the front of the theater, where the win is picking up. Doc speaks to the camera.

Doc Faustus: Well, looks like we were a bit too late. Bastards went in five minutes ago. Live TV, anything can happen, hey! As you know there has been a lot of controversy over this play, from the complaints about it being too soon to the constant script changes. Why, only hours ago Mr. Return; the director, said to me that he was starring in the play as Dante's Inferno, one of the infamous killers. However, upon visiting the rehearsals this morning everything was a shambles!

He laughs coldly.

Doc Faustus: Yes, it appears Mr. Return had in fact lied about his part. No, the part of Dante's Inferno will, along with the other parts, be played by mystery actors who will only be revealed on curtain up in...

He checks his watch.

Doc Faustus: Three minutes! There is also the odd decision to show an entirely fictional version of Dante's Inferno's childhood wherein he kills three nuns. Very odd...load of shit if you ask me. But, all will be seen in just two minutes.

Urgeok: Two and a half.

Doc Faustus: Oh! Lurch has piped up now, has he? Just hold the camera Frankenstein.

Urgeok shakes his head in frustration. Doc Faustus looks around blankly, searching for anything to say. An overweight woman in a summer shirt walks droopily towards the theater. Her arms swing from side to side. She holds tightly a small ticket to the play in her hand.

Doc Faustus: Ah! Perfect, it appears we have a latecomer! You!

The large woman turns and looks at him. Blood is trickling down from her ear and the whites of her eyes are purple.

Doc Faustus: Yeh you, Chubs! Mind coming over here and answering a few questions?

The woman begins moving quickly towards him. Urgeok looks slightly wary of her, but Doc merely laughs at her apparent stupidity. She moves haster towards him. He laughs a bit more and points to his ear.

Doc Faustus: You got a little something there, babe. Yeh...on your ear.

She clicks her neck slightly as she comes within feet of Doc Faustus. Urgeok has the camera focused on her as she stands staring at both of them. She has stopped where she is.

Doc Faustus: You look good. Pretty sexy. Perfect for a night out. Ha! You've seen it here first guys. A subtle but effective Halloween costume!

She clicks her neck slightly more, this time her head cocks a lot further to the side, to the point where her skin is pulled as tight as it could go. Doc merely laughs again.

Doc Faustus: Can you even here me? Hey? Can ya, darling? Nah, didn't think so. Haha! Can you believe her? This is perfect television!

Urgeok: I think we should leave her alone now.

Doc Faustus: I think you should just point and capture. That's what I pay you for.

She starts moving towards them again.

Urgeok: There's something not quite right about her. She loosk pretty badly hurt. Are you hu-

Doc Faustus: Oi! Gulliver, I'll handle this. Chubbs. You want a Mars bar? Eh? Do ya?

He pulls one out of his pocket and shakes it in front of her. She starts moving towards it.

Doc Faustus: You see. I know what the chubbsters want. They want chocolate.

He looks at Urgeok.

Doc Faustus: Turn the camera off.

Urgeok does as he's told and switches it off.

Doc Faustus: Hey, good act you. Nice one, do you wanna go inside and watch the play now love?

He looks at the woman who ignores him. She simple carries of clicking her neck, moving towards him.

Urgeok: See. Told you there was something not right about her! I don't want to say it but I know what I'm thinking.

Doc Faustus: I hear you...must be another zombie party going on down at the graveyard. They don't tend to advertise them much 'cause of police and that. Should we go check it out?

Urgeok sighs and turns back towards the car, Doc Faustus turns and steps just as the woman leans into where he was and falls flat on her face. Doc turns around and sees her, then laughs.

Doc Faustus: Ha! Look at her. Pissed out of her head! Must be a good party.

They walk towards the car. Fade to the inside of the theater, where on stage one of the young child actors from earlier in rehearsals sits on stage with a bloody knife. Several "dead" nuns lay on the stage. All of the lights turn off for a moment and they clear the stage. The lights flash and the sound of thunder can be heard. There chairs sit on the stage, empty. Beside one of them is a large bag. As the lights flash, a prerecorded voice over can be heard, that of The Return.

The Return: October 31st 1967. A normal Autumn morning...

The flashing stops, the lights focus on the stage, where the empty chairs still sit. Next to the stage, The Return reads from his notebook, concentrating hard. He stands on his own, concealed by a curtain. All of the other cast and crew are on the other side of the stage.

The Return: Three evil souls gather in the most unlikely place; the town church. Their names are...Miss Macabre!

The Return beside the stage speaks very quickly. On stage, there is a bright flash of black and orange light, and then miraculously, Miss Macabre is standing on the stage, wearing exactly the same clothes she was on the day she died. Many people int he audiences "oooh" and "Awww" at the "special effects". She stands, wide eyed, then looks down at her pale thin arms and smiles slightly. Then, she sits down on the chair withe the bag next to it.

The Return: Paul The Monk!

Once again there is a bright flash and afterwards, standing on the stage is Paul The Monk, looking no different than he did 42 years before. He puts his hands together in prayer, then sits down. Across the other side of the stage, Fortunato looks to Papillon Noir.

Fortunato: How are they doing that?

Papillon Noir: No idea...but they look just right for the part. Who are they?

Fortunato: No idea...

The Return: And the mysterious...Dante's Inferno!

The flash appears once more, however it lingers this time, flashing for several seconds before disappearing, leaving Dante standing on the stage. He smiles maliciously, cracks his knuckles then, after giving The Return a quick and devilish look, he sits down on the other chair.

The Return: They are the evil masterminds behind...THAT TUESDAY!

Under his breath, Dante's Inferno whispers to himself.

Dante: And we are back...

Cut to black. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-22-2009 10:16 AM

Part 15
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the garage where Scouse Mac resides. A green car pulls up outside. Fade to the inside, where the shutter has been pulled down. Chronogrl has a bit more color in her cheeks but she still looks quite sick. She gags a bit. Massacre Man is leaning against one of the many counters whilst Scouse Mac stands in front of them.

Scouse Mac: As you all know, many years ago this very day, the famous Tuesday massa-

The shutters are thrown open as a blonde woman walks in. She looks to be in her mid thirties, and is wearing a brown jacket. She has a large white cool box with her, which she puts down on a desk. Scouse Mac nods at her.

Scouse Mac: Nice of you to turn up.

Mona Lisa: No jokes now, Scouse.

Massacre Man and Chronogrl look at each other, and he raises an eyebrow, then mouths "that was a joke?". She laughs a bit. Monalisa catches sight of her laughing.

Mona Lisa: Want my help or not?

Chronogrl: Yes! Yes I do!

Mona Lisa: Then I'd thank you to not laugh at me...

She is mixing some chemicals from the cool box into a small conical flash. She swishes it around and looks at it carefully. She pours a tiny bit more liquid into there then lays it down on the table.

Chronogrl: I'm not gonna have to drink that too, am I?

She looks apprehensive.

Monalisa: No...

She doesn't look towards Chronogrl, instead pulling out a needle from the cool box.

Chronogrl: Oh no...I hate injections!

Monalisa: More than you hate death?

She looks at Chronogrl now.

Monalisa: But anyway, it's not for you...it's for you.

She looks at Massacre Man who puts his hands up.

Massacre Man: Whoa, I'm good. I wasn't bitten or anything.

Monalisa: Never said you were...

Massacre Man: You could try and explain things better.

Scouse Mac: We're not entirely sure how this thing is passed on, it varies from person to person. Some pick it up years after they've died for no apparent reason and they come back to life, some get it through bites and blood, some through mere physical contact and some...

Mona Lisa: There have been particularly bad years where it's struck living people through the air...

Scouse Mac: Anyway, after quite a few years of hard work in secret, Mona has come up with a vaccine-

Mona Lisa: Thinks she's come up with a vaccine. I can't guarantee anything. But you need to take this now, or it'll lose it's potency.

She draws the serum into the syringe and flicks it a couple of times.

Massacre Man: Hey, I'll just look out for anybody who looks at me and licks their lips, okay?

Chronogrl: Not scared are you?

Massacre Man: You can talk!

Chronogrl: But I thought you were the big brave man!

Massacre Man: I just...don't need it.

Mona Lisa: Stop pissing about! You're gonna be around her for a long time, I take it.

She nods at Chronogrl.

Monalisa: Stop being a little girl and take the injection.

Massacre Man: Isn't there any other way I could take it?

Monalisa frowns for a moment. Cut to Massacre Man drinking a glass of milk.

Scouse Mac: Your brother's a pussy.

Chronogrl: Oh I know. He's just a big teddy bear!

She laughs as she tickles his chest. He hits her hands away.

Monalisa: So, nice to meet you two, but I think you best be off now.

Massacre Man slams down the glass of milk.

Massacre Man: Hold up! We're not leaving 'til you tell us what the fuck just happened!

Scouse Mac: We really don't have much time.

Massacre Man: And I don't have much patience.

Mona Lisa sighs.

Mona Lisa: You know about the Tuesday Massacre, right?

They both nod.

Mona Lisa: These things started appearing just after that. Evidence suggests that they come about due to the power of the emotions felt that day.

Massacre Man: Evidence? What evidence?

Scouse Mac: Stuff from the books.

He nods towards the book case.

Scouse Mac: If they're large enough they can leave behind some of the most powerful energy on Earth.

Chronogrl: How powerful?

Scouse Mac: Enough to raise the dead...

Massacre Man: Hold on...is that what you were doing outside the graveyard?

Scouse Mac nods slowly.

Massacre Man: They climb out of the ground?! Fuck!

Scouse Mac: Climb out of the ground? Ha! No way. Do you think a dead body has that kind of strength? I was just collecting samples. If you listen carefully you can hear the scratchers.

Chronogrl: That's sick...

Scouse Mac: That's life...well, death. Afterlife.

Mona Lisa: Anyway, these things strongly resemble one of the killers. Dante's Inferno. Rumor has it that he dabbled in witchcraft and dark magic.

Massacre Man: Witchcraft?

He laughs slightly, but nobody else in the room is laughing.

Massacre Man: Seriously? You think it's to do with him and some magic spells?

Mona Lisa: They do resemble him. They're full of anger, and they only ever come on Halloween.

Massacre Man: Yeh, but come on! How do you even know they look like him? No pictures were ever taken of him, they told us that in school. Apparently he was a lonely old git.

Scouse Mac: It's the eyes...

He's looking blankly at the wall as he speaks.

Scouse Mac: Those red eyes...

Massacre Man: How do you know? The only time anybody ever really saw him was that Tuesday, and his body was burnt by the townsfolk before any real study of him could be taken.

Scouse Mac: Because I was there...that Tuesday, I was there. I was in the church, all those years ago...

Chronogrl and Massacre Man look at him shocked. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-23-2009 05:43 PM

Part 16
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to an aerial shot of the woods, the sound of running water can be heard. Fade to a shot of the lake. Apart from the slow current, everything is still. The calmness is broken by a large bubble breaking the surface of the water. Cut to under the water, where Novakru is being dragged down. She struggles to try and get to the surface of the water but to no avail. Under the water everything is lit up by many disfigured bright green humanoid shapes hovering around. As she gets dragged down by one of the them, another swims up to her face.

Green figure: Trapped souls...We are so lonely...so many of us and so lonely. Stay with us...forever.

Her eyes widen and she screams out, releasing more air. She kicks out but it is no use. Novakru looks down to see the trapped soul that is pulling her down and what she sees shocks her beyond belief. The water goes down far deeper than it should, with green shapes flitting about in the solid black abyss several hundred feet below. The water is strangely clear compared to the darkness above. She looks up as she tries to swim away and above her is not a surface of water. It is simply solid and unmoving like a sheet of thick ice.

Trapped soul: Do not fight it...embrace it. Embrace us...

Her face contorts as she tries to cry, and her lids begin to droop as she quickly wares herself out. But suddenly with a burst of energy and desperation, she kicks out, managing to shake free of the trapped soul, but as she swims for the now far away surface, many flit towards her, swarming. They grab holdof her and drag her down deeper and deeper still. Her eyes droop and close just as she catches sight of a shape in the distance of the water. A familiar voice pierces through the river of souls.

V: She is mine! She has no business in this world of yours!

Trapped soul: No...she will be ours now. We will take care of her.

V: Hand her over to me, or I will take her by force.

Several of the drifting green souls stop their aimless floating and shoot towards him. V gallops inexplicably through the water on his black horse as though the lack of a surface to ride on has no effect on him. One of the souls tries to latch onto V's body but as he draws close, the mighty sword swoops. As the sword makes contact, rather the slicing the thing in half it sends it flying into the far distance. Two more rush in but her sends them flying as well.

Trapped Soul: Why do you insist on being difficult...

V: I intend to complete what I started...

Trapped Soul: Then we must take you too.

More souls swoop in but they are no match for V's might sword and within seconds they have been sent off into the darkness by his sword. He gallops towards where the woman is being dragged down and reaches down from his sword, pulling her from the grips of the trapped souls. One of them lets out a scream akin to that of "The Body Snatchers". Immediately, the souls that had been floating aimlessly in the depths dart upwards straight towards V and Novakru.

V: Don't be fools!

Trapped Soul: You would make good company...

He is only about twenty yards from the surface when the souls are upon him, latching onto V and his horse, which keeps galloping towards the surface. Ten yards...five yards. As the souls grow in number, they gain enough strength to over power and drag down V and the horse. With a mighty throw, he launches Novakru through the surface of the water. As soon as she breaks through, she regains consciousness and gasps the air. She lands flatly on the riverbank, soaking wet. She winces in pain and rolls up her trouser leg. Where the soul had been dragging her down, there is a very sore looking hand shaped burn. She looks around, then gets up and runs through the woods.

Fade to Novakru jumping over a tree root and landing on the bright leaves which crunch under her foot. Ahead, in a small clearing, she can see something reflecting some of the moonlight. She cautiously approaches, but catches of sight of what it is and gasps, putting her hands to her mouth. It is Ferretchucker's moped.


Novakru: Ferret...no!

She runs over to it and sees a splatter of blood up the blue paint. A tear drops from her eyes and she puts her head to the metal.

Novakru: You can't be...

She whimpers for a moment then screams out to the sky so loud, birds fly away from the trees.

Novakru: YOU CAN'T BE!

She cries for a few more moment, then looks up, her eyes wide with the idea that is growing in her head. She pulls the moped up to right it and inspects it for a moment. Other than a few dents it is largely undamaged. She quickly hops onto it, and turns on the ignition. Fade to the riverbank. The water is still once more, until suddenly, a metal clad hand reaches out of the water, it's spiked armored fingers digging into the mud. V is pulling himself out of the water.

Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-24-2009 05:46 AM

Part 17
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the theater. Clapping can be be heard. Fade to a shot of the stage. A group of around fifteen people sit on home made pews, watching Paul The Monk who is talking to them. He is reciting the speech made forty two years previously. Beside the stage, The Return is watching carefully, barely blinking.

Paul The Monk: ...No, only a few people will learn today...maybe the rest of you could begin to understand when you...see.

Beside the stage, The Return speaks very quietly.

The Return: Kill them...

Paul The Monk: Let the retribution...begin.

Unlike in the real event back in 1967, one of the actors stands up to face Paul The Monk. It is a middle aged man wearing a suit. The actor looks very nervous.

Man: Now, listen here Mr. Monk!

Paul pulls out his sharpened crucifix and drives it into the man's throat. As the sharpened wooden dagger pierces through his skin his eyes widen with terror at it being real. At that point, Dante and Miss Macabre stand up in the crowd on stage and begin killing other people. Blood flies off the stage to the sound of the actor's screaming but the audience merely watch, occasionally awing at what they believe is just very realistic death scenes.

The Return: Remember...let the back row run out of the church.

The slaughter on stage is very different to that from the real incident. The actors are being taken down left right and center, very few of them are escaping.

The Return: Paul...remember to shout at Dante when he...okay now!

Dante has just crack one of the actor's neck. Paul says nothing.

The Return: Now!

He still does not do as he is told, all three of them continue killing. On the other side of the stage, Fortunato, the child actors and Papillon Noir look on.

Fortunato: That looks so real...

Papillon Noir: I know. Way better than rehearsals.

Fortunato: No. I mean, it looks too real.

Papillon Noir: What are you suggesting?

Fortunato: I don't know...but I know that looks too real.

Papillon Noir: Doesn't matter now! It's our part!

On stage, some of the people from the "church" have run outside. Miss Macabre follows them. Fortunato walks on stage in his lollipop man uniform with the children and Papillon Noir. He guides them along the "road" on stage. Miss Macabre runs up to him.

The Return: Kill him.

She taps him on the shoulder and he says his line.

Fortunato: Excuse me, can I help you?

She laughs and holds the crucifix up to the air. Fortunato's eyes are fully of worry, and at the last second where she drives the crucifx down he swings the large sign he is holding. It collides with her side, knocking her off the stage. Many of the audience members grumble with uncertainty. The Return's eyes widen.

The Return: KILL HIM!

Across the stage, Dante and Paul have just finished killing all of the actors. They look at each other, then directly at the audience. Dante then turns to The Return and smiles slightly. The Return gasps.

The Return: No...NO!

He flicks through his note book and tries saying a few spells but it is too late, and Paul The Monk and Dante's Inferno have dived off the stage. A few uneasy audience members stand and try to leave, but as they reach the door out of the theater it is locked. Meanwhile, on the stage, Fortunato swing the large sign at Miss Macabre again as she runs at him, screaming. He misses this time, but it throws her off, making the crucifix stab his arm. He yells in pain and kicks her away.

Papillon Noir: But...there isn't a blood pack there...oh my God!

Fortunato, clutching his arm, runs off stage right. Papillon Noir looks down at Miss Macabre, who has a small trickle of blood down her face from where she hit the floor. Miss Macabre winks at Papillon Noir as she stands up. Papillon walks backwards in fear and shock. She shouts to the audience as Miss Macabre runs at her.

Papillon Noir: This isn't in the play! They're killing us!

She dives out of the way as Miss Macabre rushes the sharp crucifix at her and runs off the stage. At hearing her warning, the audience members suddenly panic and all stand up, running for the door as well. As they do, Dante and Paul begin killing them as well. Paul drives his cross into a young man's back, who yells and falls to the floor. Dante has abandoned his cross and is instead snapping people's necks and limbs as they try and run away. One of the men banging on the door out yells.

Man: Open the door! We need to get out!

A quick cut to the front room of the theater shows blood stains all over the walls and by the confectionery stand, bodies littering the floor. The sound of footsteps and a deep moan can be heard, but other than that, all is quiet. Cut back to inside the room. Miss Macabre chases Papillon Noir off stage. Paul continues stabbing whilst Dante calmly sniffs the air. He smiles and runs to a small door beside the stage.

The large crowd of people manage to break the huge door out of the room down, but as they do they are met by a terrible sight. They are met by another huge crowd, one made up entirely of zombies with the whites of their eyes a deep purple. Immediately, they begin attacking the audience members who try and retreat. They dig their teeth into the throats of many whilst Paul picks of others at the back of the crowd. The room is in chaos. Just before he enter the small door, Dante turns and sees the zombies.


Dante: Good boys...

He runs into the small door and is back stage. Somewhere else back stage he hears Miss Macabre giggle with glee and Papillon Noir scream. He smiles slightly, then runs through the corridor to The Return's room. He laughs and knocks on the door, mockingly.

Dante: Knock knock...

He slowly opens the door but is shocked to see nobody there. His eyebrows raise in confusion just as a large piece of wood smashes against and breaks on his head. He falls to the floor. The Return is stands behind him and throws what's left of the plank to the floor.

The Return: Who's there?

Closing credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-24-2009 05:49 PM

Part 18
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to an aerial shot of the town. A caption reads London, October 31st 1842. Fade to a shot of Roshiq walking down a flint path. The sky is cloudy. Roshiq looks exactly the same as he does after his transformation, aside from the fact that he has eyes and his hair is longer, tied back in a neat pony tail. He wears a dirty white shirt and brown trousers. He walks along quite happily, whistling a tune when without warning he clutches his chest and falls to the floor, limp.


Fade to black. Fade into a shot of Roshiq laying asleep in a bed at night. Lightning flashes and a young man swiftly jumps onto the windowsill of the open bedroom window. He is very pale with long, messy hair. He wears very dirty clothes. This is Friday13thfan. He knocks on the glass of the open window, waking up Roshiq, who glances across at him and his eyes widen. F13thF jumps into the room and walks slowly across to him.

Roshiq: Who are you?

F13thF: Your salvation...

Roshiq: Pardon?

F13thF: You are dying, right?

Roshiq: Don't remind me...

F13thF: But you are dying. Your body will soon fail and you will become a rotting corpse in the Earth...unless they burn you.

Roshiq: Why are you here? What are you doing?

F13thF: I want to offer you a second chance. I read in the newspaper what happened to you and you're strong...strong enough to survive this long.

Roshiq: I'll call the police!

F13thF: Don't worry. Hear my offer and reject it or accept it. I will leave either way in due course.

Roshiq thinks for a moment, then closes his eyes.

Roshiq: Say what you have to say.

F13thF smiles.

F13thF: I was in a very similar situation to you once. I was out late one night when I got hit by a vehicle. I would have been a body in the ground if the driver of said vehicle hadn't been a very special person.

Roshiq: Get to the point, sir.

F13thF: My skull was cracked open that day...I should be dead right now.

Roshiq: That's impossible!

F13thF: No it isn't. That's the point. Let me show you something...

He walks to the small table across the room and picks up a small mirror. He looks into it for moment, the nods and walks towards Roshiq, to who he hands the mirror.

F13thF: Look at me in that.

Roshiq looks at him questioningly, but F13thF nods at the mirror. Roshiq tilts the mirror to face F13thF, but in the reflective glass he cannot be seen. Roshiq gasps and drops the mirror. He tries to scream but F13thF claps his hand over his mouth.

F13thF: Don't ware yourself out. Listen to me. You will die before the week is up if you do not accept my help tonight. Become a creature of the night. You will live twice as long as any mere human being!

Roshiq pushes F13thF's hand away.

Roshiq: But at what cost?

F13thF: To be more than a human, you must put your humanity to the side. Be willing to feast on the living and harvest their youth.

Roshiq: You mean...drink blood?

F13thF: It is them or you...decide. Become a vampire like me and we could hunt together...or die young and worthless. No wife or children to preserve your memory. Just another column in the obituary...

Roshiq puts his hands to his face and lay there like that for a moment, then he turns and looks at F13thF and nods. When he speaks his voice is almost a whisper.

Roshiq: Okay...

Fade to black, screams of people can be heard and the laughing of Roshiq and F13thF, then the sounds stop. A caption reads "October 30th, 1967". Fade to a shot of Roshiq's house. It looks exactly the same as it does in 42 years. Roshiq is standing in his back garden next to a large rectangular hole in the ground. He looks old, somewhere in between what he was early Halloween 2009 and his younger self. In the hole is the body of F13thF, looking very old.

Roshiq: This is finally it, old friend. Ah...why did it get so hard to harvest...so hard to get a good drink. Gotta hand it to you though...you hung in there well. So well...

He jumps down the hole.

Roshiq: Here's to you...my salvation.

He bears down on the dead body's throat. When he stands up and climbs back out of the hole he looks younger again. Across the road from his house, looking though a gap in his fence is a teenage girl, around 17 or 18 years old. This is Hammerfan. Miss Macabre walks past her holding her small bag.

Miss Macabre: Peeping now, are we Hammerfan?

Hammerfan: Keep walking, freakbag.

Miss Macabre: Oh, I see how it is...remember to go to church tomorrow. Special service...

Hammerfan: See you then.

Miss Macabre walks on and Hammerfan keeps watching. Fade to black. A caption reads three years later. Hammerfan, looking slightly older is passionately kissing Roshiq.

Roshiq: How did I find you?

Hammerfan: Guess you got lucky.

She winks and they carry on kissing. Fade to the two of them in the living room of his house, yelling at each other.

Hammerfan: Because I don't want to!

Roshiq: We can't work if you don't!

Hammerfan: I chosen my path! I'm not ready to die! I don't want to be trapped inbetween life and death!

Roshiq: I understand that, but a werewolf? REALLY? How can you do this to me?

Hammerfan: To you? To you? This is my future we're talking about! Why can't you let this go?

Roshiq: I just...I just don't understand!

Hammerfan: No! No you don't! I love you! I always will, but you have to get past this!

Fade to Hammerfan in the back garden of the house. Neverending, looking quite a bit younger, is mowing the grass. Hammerfan is watching him and smiling slightly. Neverending looks across at her and she winks. Fade to Roshiq in his basement, painting an unseen picture. A caption says 1989. Hammerfan walks down the basement stairs looking somber. He turns and looks at her, immediately seeing something is wrong.

Roshiq: Hammer...what is it?

She walks over to him without saying a word, and picks up his hand. She lays it on her stomach. His eyes widen and he shakes his head is disbelief. She nods and kisses his forehead.

Hammerfan: Goodbye...

She walks away, whilst Roshiq sits in front of the painting. The camera pans around showing the same painting that he has in his house in 2009. It depicts Hammerfan, when she was younger, as a vampire. Fade to a shot of a hospital. Roshiq sits on a rooftop opposite in the pouring rain. The sound of Hammerfan screaming can be heard, then a baby crying. Neverending's voice can be heard.

Neverending: It's a boy...we have a son.

Roshiq turns and walks away from the side of the roof. Fade to a shot of Neverending and Hammerfan's house. A caption reads October 31st 1991. Roshiq knocks on the front door and Hammerfan answers and looks shocked to see him.

Hammerfan: Roshiq...I-I didn't expect to see you here.

Roshiq: I've come for the fights. Am I on time?

He speaks in a very serious tone.

Hammerfan: Yes...yes you are. Come in, I guess...

The door closes. The camera remains fixed on the door as the sounds of yelling, roaring, barking, shouting and tearing can be heard. As the sounds continue, the captions along the bottom of the page go from 1992 to 1999, where they stop suddenly, and Roshiq yells out in anger and pain.

Roshiq: My eyes! You bitch!

The screen fades to black, then fades to a close up shot of Roshiq's face. The caption at the bottom reads "October 31st, 2009". His eyes open, and reflected in them can be seen Hammerfan and Neverending's house. He walks towards it. Closing credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-25-2009 04:47 PM

Part 19
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the garage where Scouse Mac lives. Massacre Man and Chronogrl are still staring at Scouse Mac after the revelation that he was at the Church "That Tuesday".

Massacre Man: You were there?

Scouse Mac nods, still staring off into space.

Chronogrl: And you saw Dante's Inferno?

Scouse Mac: I saw all of them. I can remember their faces now as clear as day. Paul The Monk was just an ordinary priest. Short hair, dark skin. His face was wrinkled a bit with age but you could quite happily pass him in the street without taking a second look.

Chronogrl and Massacre Man look at each other, whilst Scouse Mac continues to stare into space. Mona Lisa is filling a large bag with weapons from around the room, preparing to leave.

Scouse Mac: And Miss Macabre, heh. I used to fancy her something rotten. I may have only been five but boy, could I stare at her all day. So fair and pure, at least that's what we all thought.

He smiles to himself slightly, then his face goes back to it's characteristic thoughtful look.

Scouse Mac: Me and my father were sitting there, just an ordinary visit to Church. My mother was running late because she had been out to see my grandmother. We sat there and he told me a joke...I can't remember what it was.

Although the story he is telling has a somber mood, his voice remains strong, deep and emotionless.

Scouse Mac: Then in he came. I'd never seen him before and I remember looking inquisitively, like you do at that age. Then he looked at me. He looked at me and for a second our eyes met, and I could have burst into tears there and then. The whites of his eyes...

For the first time since he's begun the story, he turns and looks at Chronogrl and Massacre Man, and gestures towards his eyes.

Scouse Mac: They were the deepest color of purple. I knew right then that there was something not right about that man. If only it'd been enough to make me cry. Then we might have left. He sat down in the row in front of us and I just could not stop looking at him. The back of his head, it was covered in dark blue veins.

He scratches his head thoughtfully. Mona Lisa has finished filling the bag, and is leaning on a table now, watching Scouse Mac. Massacre Man and Chronogrl's eyes are fixed on him.

Scouse Mac: I watched as Paul The Monk stabbed that poor woman. Somehow I knew straight away that the man sitting on the row in front of me would have something to do with it. He stood up and ran to the back of the room. The girl he killed, Stubborn Forgey. She was in my school.

He trails off, then picks it up again.

Scouse Mac: And even as my dad grabbed me and we ran to that door, I couldn't take my eyes off of Dante's Inferno. He had a strange aura about him that send a shiver down my spine.

Chronogrl's eyes are welling up slightly now with empathy, but Massacre Man simply frowns.

Chronogrl: But you both made it out alright, didn't you?

Scouse Mac: Physically, yes. But me and my father were both damaged that day. Dad more than me, strangely. He felt guilty for taking me to church that day...that morning I had begged not to go. Started having nightmares that he had watched me get killed. It all became too much for him to see my face anymore.

His voice is full of scorn now.

Scouse Mac: It was two days before Christmas that he left. Left my new bike behind though...I suppose that was good of him. Last I heard of him was thirteen years ago.

He nods to a piece of paper pinned to one of the wooden cupboards. It's a newspaper obituary.

Scouse Mac: He took his own life with a handful of pills. Maybe he never forgave himself. I, have never been able to set foot in a church since. That day, even at five years old, was the day my faith died.

He pats his hands on his legs and to break to silence.

Scouse Mac: But at least that opened my mind to new concepts, which after all you've seen, you must agree with. There are odd things afoot. And with all of the emotions buzzing around this year with the focus on that new play and such I can assure you it will be a strong year for the unexplainable!

He walks briskly over to Mona Lisa and picks up the bag.

Scouse Mac: It's probably best if you two just go home and-

Massacre Man: Hold on one fuckin' second! You still haven't told us what it was that bit her! Yeh, so it might have something to do with Dante's Inferno, but what?

Scouse Mac: Well...I would have thought it was rather obvious.

Massacre Man: You would have thought wrong!

Scouse Mac: Well it's obvious that Dante's Inferno wasn't falling into line with Paul The Monks plan. He had an agenda of his own, i.e. he was power hungry. Well, what do power hungry maniacs love to have?

Massacre Man looks blankly at him. Mona Lisa pipes up.

Mona Lisa: An army...he wanted an army by his side. But it's not as easy as just mind control. You see, Mr. Massacre Man, the human brain is a very powerful thing. It isn't so easy to manipulate it to do what you want. Soooo, this "infection" as it were kills the brains cells as quickly as possible making an empty shell. When that's complete it follows it's master's orders.

Scouse Mac: The fact that these things only came about after he died shows that he still had some power in whatever afterlife he was in. He made them come to be but as he wasn't around, they had no orders. And they still haven't. They wander around aimlessly. It appears that they only come on Halloween because of the, can you guess it? Emotion hanging around. Dante must have tapped into that and used it to his advantage to create them.

Massacre Man: So what you're saying is that Dante's Inferno's ghost made these things which are braindead to do his bidding, but as he is only a ghost they can't hear him?

Scouse Mac: Pretty much. They'll keep on coming as long as people remember what happened that Tuesday. But, they usually only pose a slight nuisance. They'd only ever do any real damage if Dante's Inferno magically came back to life.

Chronogrl speaks and they all turn to look at her.

Chronogrl: So...this emotional energy that's always around on Halloween, it weakens the barrier between the living and the dead?

Scouse Mac: Yes.

Chronogrl: So...isn't it possible that other creatures could...bleed through?

Mona Lisa: Like what?

Chonogrl: I don't know...werewolves or vampires?

Scouse Mac: Oh, they're always around.

Massacre Man and Chronogrl's eyes both widen with surprise.

Scouse Mac: Yes, there's a good dozen of each in this town alone. I've had a few run ins with them but they keep themselves to themselves mostly. We stay out of each other's way.

Chronogrl: Dozen of each...in this town?

Scouse Mac: I wouldn't worry about them. If you ever find yourself cornered by what looks like a vampire tell them you're a friend of mine. They should leave you alone.

Massacre Man: What about a werewolf?

Scouse Mac: A werewolf...run. They probably wont know what you've said until morning.

Chronogrl: Okay...okay. So not werewolves or vampires. Couldn't some...ghost or, or demon's bleed through?

Scouse Mac: Yes...yes I suppose they could. But I've never come across one.

A quick flash of V running at great speed through the woods in his spikes metal armor. Flash back to Scouse Mac's garage.

Scouse Mac: So, now you know, you can leave. No need for you to linger. Me and Mona Lisa are off. I'd lock your door if I were you.

Scouse Mac opens the garage door and motions for them to leave. Chronogrl goes to walk out but Massacre Man puts his arm out.

Massacre Man: We'll follow...

Mona Lisa: What?

Massacre Man: Wherever you're going...we'll follow. After what I've seen and heard, I'm not content with just going home and locking a door. You guys have go weapons. You can drive where you want to go, and we'll be right behind you.

He stands looking at Scouse Mac, ready for an argument. But Scouse Mac simply nods.

Scouse Mac: Alright then...stay close and be ready for a fight. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Massacre Man looks at Chronogrl who just shrugs. Mona Lisa and Scouse Mac walk over to Mona Lisa's car. Scouse Mac turns and looks at Massacre Man and Chronogrl who are still in the garage.

Scouse Mac: Come on then! Turn off the light and shut the door.

They stand where they are for a second longer, then Chronogrl flicks the light switch and runs out to her VW camper. Massacre Man steps outside, looks around again in shock at how easy that just was, then slams down the large garage door. Closing credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-26-2009 05:03 PM

Part 20
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the graveyard of the town. Whilst still very much night, the sky is getting slightly lighter. Urgeok and doc Faustus are walking into the graveyard.

Doc Faustus: Hmm, usually more lights if there's a party going on.

Urgeok: Or at least glow sticks...reckon we should just leave it?

Doc Faustus: No. No I don't. Jesus, you gotta think, Lurch. Why else would that fat bird be staggering around pissed out her head dressed as zombie?

Urgeok: Maybe she's an escaped mental patient.

Doc Faustus: Ha! When do you ever see one of them in real life?

Urgeok mumbles under his breath.

Urgeok: I work with one...

Doc Faustus: Got something to say?

Urgeok: If I did, I'd say it to someone I liked. Like my wife. Or my son. Because I have people in my life that love me.

Doc Faustus puts his hands out in front of him and rolls his eyes.

Doc Faustus: Alright, calm down Lurch. Come on, let's find this party.

They walk further into the cemetery but still they find nobody. Everything is very dark, and the only sound is there footsteps and the wind rustling the leaves. When Urgeok finally does talk, it makes Doc Faustus jump.

Urgeok: Wow, all we need now is a kids swing set to make this as creepy as could be.

Doc Faustus: Just keep looking around bigfoot.

Urgeok: Bigfoot, that's a new one...

At the moment, they hear some more footsteps off in the distance.

Doc Faustus: Fuckin' told ya. Okay, turn on the camera Lurch.

Urgeok turns on the camera and the small flashlight he's taped to the end of it. They walk to investigate where the sound came from. Quickly cut to Scouse Mac, driving along. His mobile phone rings. Mona Lisa answers it.

Mona Lisa: Yeh?

Cut to Massacre Man sitting in the back of the VW camper, Chronogrl driving it.

Massacre Man: If this emotional energy is so powerful tonight, couldn't it make these zombie things strong enough to climb out of the ground?

Cut back to Urgeok and Doc Faustus, Mona Lisa's voice can still be heard.

Mona Lisa: Not really. It'd have to be really strong. That, or Dante's Inferno would have to come back to life.

A young woman come into the light of the torch. She looks very rotten. Her skin is a pale shade of green and there are large holes in her skin.

Doc Faustus: Hey babe, nice costume. Can you show us where the rest of you lot are?

She stands there, looking bewildered. The whites of her eyes are purple. She snarls at them, then takes a cautious step forward.

Doc Faustus: Yeh, grrr, we get it. Can you point us in the right direction now?

She takes another step forward, then pukes up black bile.

Doc Faustus: Fuck, she's pissed out of her head too!

He raises his voice and speaks slower.

Doc Faustus: Where. Is. The. Party?

She looks back up, then coughs, launching her saliva and small amounts of black bile at him. It lands on his cheek. He wipes it off in disgust.

Doc Faustus: You bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?

He takes a step towards her. This is enough to provoke the girl who stumbles and jumps at him, baring her teeth. She bites into his cheek, where her saliva had landed but before she can tear the flesh away, Urgeok has pulled her off him, launching her backwards. She stumbles over a gravestone. Doc Faustus stands up.

Doc Faustus: Fuck! What do you kids take these days? When I was younger a spliff was enough for me. Fuck! Bitch! That's really stings now. Zoom in on that.

Urgeok zooms in, showing blood leaking down from his cheek.

Urgeok: You should probably go to the ER. That looks nasty.

Doc Faustus: Don't be such a pussy, they're not all gonna be like that. But Jesus, I hope that bitches mother is watching right now.

He turns and looks at the large crypt up ahead.

Doc Faustus: They're probably in there. Come on, lets go.

Cut to black. Some banging can be heard, then light floors in where Doc Faustus has kicked the door to the crypt down. Nobody is in there. Urgeok shines the flashlight around a bit. It looks like it has been deserted for a long time. They walk inside.

Doc Faustus: Shit...eurgh, you can smell them!

Urgeok: This probably breaks all kinds of laws...

Doc Faustus: See what I have to put up with, viewers? Never stops whini-

There are footsteps outside. Doc and Urgeok both turn around to see a group of around ten people silhouetted in the doorway, the bright moon shining behind them.

Doc Faustus: Finally! Are we too late or what?

The group of people take a few steps into the crypt.

Urgeok: I don't like this...

Doc Faustus: Fuckin hell, is everyone in this town stoned or what?

The group of people stagger in, straight towards Urgeok and Doc Faustus. Cut to Novakru, riding the small moped down the road through the woods. It's going quite slowly, presumably due to the damage done to it in the crash earlier that day. She rounds and corner, and as she does she screams in shock. V has just run out of the woods at the corner and is running so fast he is catching up the the moped.

V: You didn't think I'd given up now, did you?

Novakru: Please! Just stop!

V: But you're mine...

Novakru: What did you do to my son? Why can't you just leave me alone.

He is getting closer and closer.

V: You're mine.

She screams out in rage and frustration.

Novakru: What does that mean?

V: I've set my sights on you...

Novakru: WHY?!

V: Because...I can.

At hearing this, her face contorts with anger. She slams on the breaks and twists the moped. The back wheel spins out and takes out V's legs, who spins through the air, his sword narrowly missing Novakru's leg. He lands on his feet, perfectly poised. She gasps, and starts up the moped in the opposite direction, not noticing that as he flew over, his sword sliced through the breaks. She speeds along the road.

Novakru: Nearly...free.

She turns to check V is not behind her. When she turns back around she is heading straight for a car that is traveling in the opposite direction. Too late to turn, she tries to brake, as does the car, but to no avail. The moped smashed into the hood. The car keeps on going, albeit slowing down. The driver, EyesOfDarkness, momentarily knocked out. Novakru flies high into the air, smashing through the branches of the the trees, being cut up by the twigs and spines. She lands hard on the dirt, her back on a tree root. She looks around, winded by the fall. Her eyes widen with fear as she sees V standing over her wearing his spiked metal armor. She tries to scream but can't find the breath. V raises his sword. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-28-2009 05:08 PM

Part 21
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the outside of Hammerfan's house. Fade to the basement. Hammerfan finishes a bottle of water and looks at the board.

Hammerfan: Well, that's a point to the-

The basement door opens. Roshiq walks in. he has a small amount of blood splattered on his pale face and sunglasses.

Hammerfan: Well, now. Somebody's been busy.

Roshiq: I got hungry...

Neverending: Roshiq!

He walks over to him smiling and pats a hand on Roshiq's shoulder. Roshiq shrugs it away without smiling. Roshiq opens his mouth wide for a moment. Flayed, Hammerfan and Dude all wince and put their hands to their ears.

Dude: Gah! Fuck man!

Hammerfan: I know! I told you guys he did that!

Rayne: Ah, was that that sonar thing? You gotta teach me that Dude.

Dude: Me?

Rayne: No, I was calling Flayed...never mind.

Hammerfan: Well, you being here does kind of make the numbers uneven but someone could do a second match, I suppose.

Roshiq: No.

Hammerfan: What?

Roshiq: No. I want to fight you.

He nods in the direction of Hammerfan.

Rayne: Hold on! That's not how it works. I've been dying to fight Hammer for years!

Roshiq: Too bad...I'm fighting her.

Neverending: Something bothering you?

Roshiq: I've been putting this off for years. I need comfort.

Flayed: Is this about your past? I think you need to cool down a bit.

Roshiq: I'm a walking corpse...I'm as cool as I could get.

Flayed: Nice one...

Neverending: I don't think this is a good idea, it's probably best if you leave.

Hammerfan: No...

They all turn and look at her, she's scratching her chin with a slight smile on her face.

Hammerfan: He wants revenge...alright. Sounds good to me. Let him have it...

Neverending raises his eyebrows at her.

Neverending: Honey, I don't think-

Hammerfan: Don't be a wet blanket. This'll be fun.

She winks at Neverending, who goes to speak, then changes his mind and sits down in one of the chairs. Dude and Rayne sit and watch silently while Flayed tends to his injured foot.

Hammerfan: Come on then...

She opens the door to the fighting room. Roshiq walks straight over to it. Hammerfan closes the door behind them. She walks over to the corner and injects herself to induce the transformation.

Hammerfan: You gonna charge up from the bucket?

Roshiq shakes his head.

Roshiq: I'm as pumped as I need to be.

Hammerfan: Suit yourself...how's this gonna work?

Roshiq: To the end...

She looks slightly surprised.

Hammerfan: Really? We haven't had a good old fashioned dead match since...

Roshiq: Trippin' The Rif. Cocky bastard got what was coming to him.

Hammerfan: Well, you've got another thing coming if you think you're gonna tear my throat ou-

She keels over on the ground. The transformation is beginning. The hairs begin to grow, a deep black color. Muscles begin to bulge and bones grow, tearing her skin which quickly heals. Her jaw elongates and she screams out in pain as it does, the skin totally torn. It too heals over. Her eyes are glowing red. She towers over Roshiq, who stands coolly on the spot. She howls out to the point where Neverending and the rest cover there ears. Roshiq doesn't react, he merely stands where he is. She looks down at him and lets out a small noise, almost a laugh. He licks his lips. She dives at him and he ducks out of the way, making her collide with the wall.

Neverending: This isn't gonna be good...

Dude: But it makes for good watching...

Neverending turns and glares at Dude. In the fighting room, Roshiq gets punches into one of the top corners and falls to the ground, landing on his feet. Hammerfan runs at him, teeth baring, but he jumps up and kicks off the wall into her chest, tackling her. He bares his teeth down into her ribcage but she gets a grip on him and flips him over, bashing his face into the ground. Flayed sits at the back of the other room, still looking at his torn apart foot.

Flayed: How's it going?

At that exact moment, Hammerfan gets launched through the dividing wall, smashing into Rayne, who quickly recovers herself and moves out of the way. Roshiq dives onto her and they continue fighting.

Neverending: Everybody out! NOW!

Rayne, Dude and Neverending quickyl rush up the stairs, but Flayed is too slow due to his foot. He limps to the stairs but Hammerfan reaches out, grabs his leg and swings him into Roshiq, knocking Roshiq into the ground. Flayed's head smashes into the solid wall, the shock breaking his neck. He slumps to the ground. Neverending sighs in pity, then quickly runs out of the way as Roshiw runs up the stairs, quickly followed by Hammerfan. Roshiq turns and picks a low stance. She runs at him but he uppercuts her. She stumbles past him and her head smashes through one of the windows, cutting her slightly, but she regains herself and as quick as he is, she grabs his leg and throws him up, launching him through the ceiling into a room above. She jumps up into it. Neverending, Rayne and Dude have spilled into the front garden.

Cut to inside the theater. The main room is nearly entirely filled with zombies now, most of the people dead. Blood pools at the front of the theater from the sloped floor and bodies are slumped all over the place. The only non zombies are a few people pitifully trying to crawl away. Paul The Monk is running around the room, stabbing these people with his crucifix. He remains untouched by the zombies. Cut to one of the back rooms. Miss Macabre is skulking around, menacingly.


Miss Macabre: Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of a non christ-i-an...

The room is a maze of stacked up chairs. Not very big, but very messy. At the back of the room, Papillon Noir and Fortunato are hiding silently, shaking in fear. Miss Macabre gets closer and closer, looking around the dark room. She hears a slight noise as Fortunato's shoulder gently touches a stack of chairs. Miss Macabre laughs loudly, almost cackling. She rounds the wall of chairs that they are hiding behind and her eyes widen.

Fortunato: NO!

He kicks Papillon Noir forwards into Miss Macabre. Papillon Noir barely has time to scream and Miss Macabre drives the crucifix into the back of her neck. In his haste to escape, Fortunato runs into a stack of chairs, toppling it over. Chairs all around him fall, knocking him down. Miss Macabre delights in jumping onto him and repeatedly stabbing his stomach with the spiked crucifix. Cut to the outside of the theater, where Mona Lisa's car suddenly stops in the road. Chronogrl's VW camper stops behind it. Mona jumps out and looks at the road. Scouse Mac rolls down the window.

Scouse Mac: What is it?

Mona Lisa: Looks like blood. A good few smears of it heading...

She looks to the theater.

Mona Lisa: There.

Scouse Mac jumps out of the car. Chronogrl and Massacre Man have got out of the camper.

Scouse Mac: Looks like a classic case of lights plus sound attracts zombies. Let's check it out.

They all walk towards the theater. Mona Lisa puts a hand up to Massacre Man and Chronogrl.

Mona Lisa: You sure you wanna come in here?

Chronogrl: We've come this far...

Mona Lisa nods and turns back around. They walks towards the theater. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-29-2009 07:39 AM

Part 22
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the graveyard. Fade into nthe crypt. The zombies are nearly upon Doc and Urgeok.

Doc Faustus: Is there a back way out?

Urgeok: Of a crypt?

Doc Faustus: Sorry for asking...

Urgeok: What do we do now?

The zombies stand still for a moment, only feet in front of them.

Doc Faustus: Leave the camera on...

Urgeok: You sure? I think it would be pretty strong evidence of what we do here.

Doc Faustus: But it'll make for great TV.

Doc pulls a switchblade knife out of his pocket whilst Urgeok lays the camera down on one of the shelves and holds the tripod threateningly.

Doc Faustus: Come on then!

He shouts at the zombies but they merely stand still, unmoving, staring at Urgeok and Doc.

Doc Faustus: Well this is gonna be a breeze. Worst muggers I've ever see-whoooooaoaaaaa.

At the precise moment, a flood of zombies limp, hobble and even crawl through the door, bringing the number up to around 30.

Doc Faustus: We're boned...anyone watching at home, a phone call to the police would be much appreciated.

When all of the zombies have entered, they rush at Doc and Urgeok. Doc Swings his knife, cutting open one of the zombies throats and another one's chest. Blood spurts out but the zombies keep coming.

Doc Faustus: Shit! These aren't muggers!

Urgeok: You think?!

Urgeok swings the tripod at several zombies heads. They fall to the floor but are immediately backed up by more zombies behind them. The zombies are crawling over each other to get to the men and feed.

Doc Faustus: You saw it first! Real zombies!

Urgeok: Will you stop with the fucking TV show presenting?!

Doc is getting overwhelmed now, zombies circling him. He's crouching low, taking strong jabs at their legs to make them fall. Urgeok tries to make his way over to Doc but the zombies are too thick in numbers. Urgeok backs up, climbing onto one of the shelves. He thrusts the tripod hard into their faces, smashing some of them and merely knocking others down.

Doc Faustus: AHHH! AHH! NO! FUCK!

One zombies is holding him by the throat whilst others start taking bites of his legs. They're tearing flesh away as he kicks at them. He manages to get a good jab of his knife into the zombie holding his throat, sticking the knife into his eye socket. Doc kicks out at the other zombies, knocking them away, them crawls to where Urgeok is, Urgeok having cleared a small gap in the zombies.

Urgeok: Dude! Grab my hand!

Doc holds his hand up, but it's just out of reach of Urgeok. Three zombies dive onto Doc's back and begin tearing at it. Fortunately, they're only getting his clothes.

Doc Faustus: You dick! Help me!

Urgeok jumps down from the shelf, swings the tripod at the wave of zombies encircling them, then kicks one of the zombies off of Doc's back. He picks up another by his legs and shoves him at the large group of zombies getting closer. The last one left on Doc has got to his back and is now biting into his skin. Doc manages to roll over and using his knife hack the zombie's head off. Blood is covering his face now. Before climbing up onto the shelf, he runs over to the camera, grabs it, then runs back.

Doc Faustus: These bastards...hurt....get inside your houses...phone the police! We need...assistance!

Urgeok: Hang in there small fry.

Doc Faustus: Fuck you...Lurch.

Urgeok jabs the tripod stand at the large group of zombies, only around three of them inanimate now, but they manage to get a good hold of the stand and yank it from his hands.

Urgeok: Shit. Give me your knife!

Doc points lazily to the ground at the zombies feet where the knife lay.

Urgeok: What do we do now?

Doc doesn't answer him. He is looking down at his legs, which are quickly turning black just like Chronogrl's bite did. Before Urgeok can act, the wall of the crypt smashes open, knocking zombies flying everywhere. Hammerfan the werewolf has been throw through it. Roshiq runs in at her. She gets to her feet and swings her arms out, knocking zombies aside.

Doc Faustus: Werewolf?

Hammerfan punches Roshiq, launching him out the door, knocking even more zombies flying. Hammerfan bounds out into the slowly fading darkness after him. From the hole Hammerfan broke open comes Dude, Rayne and Neverending. They look around the room.

Rayne: Shit, zombies.

She kicks one of them which is crawling towards her. Despite her small build, the zombie gets sent back several feet. Dude spots Urgeok and Doc.

Dude: Whoa! You're that TV host. Love your show, bro.

Neverending: Focus, Dude. We've got to follow them!

Dude: Right behind ya!

Neverending and Rayne run out of the crypt in the direction. Dude looks back at Urgeok and Doc, who's mouths are both wide open.


Dude: You've been bit? You better say your goodbyes then. Later, bro.

Dude runs out after Neverending and Rayne. Urgeok and Doc stare at the door he just ran out of, but when the zombies start getting to their feet, Urgeok quickly jumps down, slings Doc over his shoulder and picks up the camera. He begins running the the same direction as the others. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-29-2009 04:15 PM

Part 23
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the theater. Fade into The Return's small room, the door is locked. He is pacing the room, holding a plastic cup of water. One of the walls is now covered with planks of wood, and tied tightly to the wood is Dante's Inferno, in a five pointed star shape. He has a large circle drawn around him. The Return stands in front of Dante, who is unconscious for a moment.

The Return: Ah, fuck it!

He throws the cup of water at Dante, who still doesn't move.

The Return: Come on...wake up!

Dante still does not move. He breathes softly, but his eyes remain closed.

The Return: What's wrong with you?! Wake up!

He slaps Dante's face a few times. Dante's eyes suddenly open, and he looks around taking in his surroundings. When he sees his arms his face contorts with rage and he struggles against the restraints holding him in place.

The Return: Glad you could join us.

Dante shouts out, although no distinguishable words can be heard. It is more of a roar.

The Return: Shut up!

Dante stops shouting, and looks at The Return. He softens his expression slightly.

The Return: Thankyou...

He paces for a few seconds, then stops.

The Return: Why did you do it?

Dante: What?

The Return: Betray me...we had an agreement.

Dante: Did we? I never agreed to anything, that was the others. Therefore I was never on your side and did not betray you.

The Return: I just...I don't understand. The plan was simple...you guys put on a great show, I mean...what's more convincing than a real death...then after the audience leave the whole place burns down. I'm the sole survivor and with the great reviews and tragic story of a fire I'd make my way to the top and-

Dante: You do realize that was a worse monologue than a Bond villain. I knew the plan...you went over it a hundred times.

The Return: Oh shut up!

He punches Dante in the chest. Whilst it was a hard punch, Dante doesn't react. Cut to Scouse Mac, Mona Lisa, Massacre Man and Chronogrl looking around the main hall of the theater, looking at all of the blood. Scouse Mac inspects one of the bodies.

Scouse Mac: Still warm...I reckon they're still here.

He stands up and turns to the others.

Scouse Mac: Stay close. Take something from the bag.

Mona Lisa opens the large bag of weapons. Massacre Man reaches in and pulls out a long sword.

Massacre Man: This should do nicely.

Mona Lisa smiles at him, the first smile he has seen from her.

Mona Lisa: Belonged to an old friend of ours...his name was Persuasian. Has a thing about David Hasselhoff.

Chronogrl doesn't reach into the bag.

Chronogrl: Mr. Mac-

Scouse Mac: Scouse Mac. I'm not your teacher any more.

Chronogrl: Right...sorry, Scouse Mac. I...I don't think I can kill.

Scouse Mac: My girl, you wouldn't be killing them; they were killed long ago. You're just sending them back to where they belong.

She nods slightly, takes a deep breath in then pulls out a small pistol. Massacre Man leans over to her.

Massacre Man: Remember to squeeze...don't pull-

Chronogrl: I know what to do! I went to army cadets as well!

Massacre Man nods in apology, and backs off. She sighs and hugs him tightly.

Chronogrl: How did we get ourselves into this?

Massacre Man: I destroyed Dad's overalls...

She laughs slightly as a small tear trickles down her face.

Mona Lisa: There'll be plenty of time for that afterwards. Come on...

They open the large door to the main room and all stand there, petrified by the sight in front of them. Having eaten all of the people in the room, the zombies are all standing still, not doing anything. But now they're all staring directly at the four people standing in the doorway.

Massacre Man: Whoa.

The zombies start to hobble towards them en masse. While Chronogrl and Massacre Man are still standing where they are, Scouse Mac shoots a bolt into the crowd of zombies with a crossbow. It shoots through three of them, knocking them down. Mona Lisa on the other hand has run at them with a large axe and is hacking away with ease.

Scouse Mac: You gonna fight?

Massacre Man: What the fuck, eh?

He runs into the crowd of zombies and begins slicing, clearing the crowd with ease.

Chronogrl: I...I don't know if I should, with the baby and all...

Scouse Mac's eyes widen and he takes a step closer to her.

Scouse Mac: You're pregnant?! Shit...this isn't good.

Chronogrl: What? Why? What's wrong?!

Scouse Mac: We have to-

He is interrupted when Roshiq flies through the open doorway behind them, knocking him and Chronogrl down. Roshiq rolls down the floor towards the zombies then regains himself. Before Chronogrl and Scouse Mac can stand up, Hammerfan bounds into the room after Roshiq. Massacre Man and Mona Lisa have run into the rows to avoid the collosal fight between the werewolf and vampire. Cut back to The Return's room. They hear a crash in the distance but ignore it.

The Return: I still don't understand how...the spell was meant to keep you firmly under my control!

Dante: The spell? That spell? That was barely a charm. You may dabble in the arts but you're no match for me. I didn't even have to try!

The Return: You bastard...

Dante: Maybe if you were intuitive you would have thought of that earlier. But clearly you're not, after all, while you were busy throwing water on me, I, was doing, this.

The ropes around his arms legs and throat quickly come undone and he drops to his feet. The ropes shoot at The Return, getting him by the neck and lifting him up into the air as well as tying his arms behind his back.

Dante: Now we can talk...

Closing credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-30-2009 04:11 PM

Part 24 (Part I)
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the theater. Fade into the main room. Roshiq is standing directly in front of the stage. He looks very bruised; covered in brown and blue bruises and blood. Hammerfan also looks hurt, her black hair matted with blood, scratch and bite marks cover her face. Blood drips menacingly from her mouth. Mona Lisa and Massacre Man run back to Scouse Mac and lay on the ground next to him and Chronogrl. They speak in urgent whispers.

Massacre Man: Is that a werewolf?

Scouse Mac: Yep...and a vampire.

Massacre Man turns around to look at them in disbelief, then he turns back to Scouse Mac.

Massacre Man: Really?

Scouse Mac: Yes really!

Mona Lisa: Should we get out of here?

Scouse Mac: No...no, I have to keep an eye on what's going on and we don't want to split up like those Scooby Doo retards.

Massacre Man nods in agreement.

Scouse Mac: Look, just keep your distance from the two of them...if this is one of their Halloween fights then they won't be here for long. Those things go all over town. Just...just carry on killing the zombies.

All but Chronogrl stand up. She grabs Scouse Mac's leg.

Chronogrl: What about my baby? What's wrong with it?

Scouse Mac: I'll tell you when we get out of this situation. Don't worry, I can deal with it later.

At the front of the room, Hammerfan goes to run at Roshiq, but then sniffs the air and runs away, bursting through the door to the backstage area. Roshiq listens to the air around him.

Roshiq: Come on! Fight me! Come back and KILL me!

Creeping up behind him is Paul The Monk. He holds the crucifix high into the air.

Paul The Monk: Allow me.

Roshiq spins around, raising his leg up high as he does so. He kicks Paul hard in the face, knocking him sideways onto the floor.

Paul The Monk: You're pretty strong for a corpse...not to worry, I'll send you back to hell.

Roshiq laughs slightly.

Roshiq: A holy man? Yes...yes I think I can smell the young boys semen on your clothes.

Paul The Monk: You dare to mock me? Well, sinner, I can assure you that smile will be wiped off of your face when you are burning in the pits of hell!

Roshiq: Better liars than you have tried.

Paul The Monk: Liar? I deliver the word of God to those who seek it.

Roshiq: That's what I said...liar.

Paul glares, then stands up and runs at Roshiq. Roshiq jumps high into the air, over Paul The Monk and lands behind Paul. He spins around, grabbing Paul's neck and one of his legs. He spins Paul around, who yells a quick prayer, then throws him high into the air; high enough to touch the ceiling of the theater. Paul starts falling back to the ground, but Roshiq lets out a quick sonar, then jumps into the air, catching Paul as he goes. Paul gets a good hold of his crucifix and presses it to Roshiq's cheek. They land, and Roshiq throws him to the floor, crushing the crucifix with one hand and throwing the pieces of wood and Paul The Monk.

Roshiq: Now, if you'll excuse me.

Roshiq walks over the top of the chairs with ease, in the direction of Hammerfan. Paul gets to his feet and his face full of anger, he runs at Roshiq, diving at him in and attempt to tackle him. But as Paul jumps, Roshiq turns and sticks his hand out, which Pauls head smashes into. Paul drops to the floor and Roshiq jumps down over him.

Roshiq: You had your chance.

Paul The Monk: No...NO! O' father in heaven, please save me- ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!

Paul bites into the flesh of Paul's neck and tears, pulling his head away from the rest of his body. With an almighty rip, he pulls it off, throwing the head away into the crowd of zombies which promptly begin eating it. Cut to backstage, where Miss Macabre, all covered in blood, rounds a corner and sees Hammerfan who growls slightly.

Miss Macabre: Ooooh...grrrr. Aren't you pretty.

Hammerfan growls again, louder this time.

Miss Macabre: Doggy want a bone?

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out two of Fortunato's fingers.

Miss Macabre: This is the best I got. Sorry Mr. Wolf...

A smile grows on her face.

Miss Macabre: Hold on...hold on one cotton picking minute. I'd recognize those eyes anywhere. They're the last eyes I ever saw...you...you bitch! You killed me!

Cut back to outside the church in 1967. Miss Macabre is being held down by the men. The car that ran her over rounds the corner, the driver obscured by the reflected sunlight. The camera shoots forward to the inside of the car and Hammerfan is sitting in the drivers seat.

Hammerfan: Peeping Tom am I?

She accelerates, driving straight towards Miss Macabre who simply holds her hand out. Just before the car hits her, cut back to the present moment.

Miss Macabre: Well look at you now.

Hammerfan goes down onto all fours and begins pacing in front of Miss Macabre, bearing her teeth and growling.

Miss Macabre: You must be...nearly sixty! Ha! Brilliant. Guess we can't all have skin like...

She rubs a hand delicately over her cheek.

Miss Macabre: This.

Hammerfan barks loudly and Miss Macabre jumps with sudden fear, the smile long gone from her face.

Miss Macabre: No...bad dog.

Hammerfan stands on her hind legs and takes a step closer to Miss Macabre who shakes slightly, then turns and runs. Hammerfan bounds afterher, barking with delight at the chase.

ferretchucker 10-30-2009 04:11 PM

Cut to The Return's room, where he is being strangled by the floating rope around his neck. Barking can be heard getting closer.

Dante's Inferno: Look at you...you're pathetic!

The door to the room swings open as Miss Macabre runs in. She closes the door behind her and runs behind Dante.

Dante's Inferno: What are you doing?

The door breaks open and Hammerfan dives through, arms outstretched. She takes out Dante and Miss Macabre, breaking down the wall opposite and taking them through is. The ropes around The Return fall limp, and he falls to the floor. Hammerfan, Dante and Miss Macabre are now in the space behind the back curtain. Hammerfan flicks her huge hand, knocking Dante aside who falls through the curtain onto the main stage. Miss Macabre screams as Hammerfan begins biting her face off. Roshiq, who was just about to go through the door she has disappeared through hears the screams and the roars and runs onto the stage to behind the curtain. Scouse Mac looks to the stage and freezes in fear at the sight of Dante's Inferno.

Scouse Mac: No...no, it's impossible...

Massacre Man: Shit dude...is that who I think it is.

Mona Lisa: Keep fighting!

Mona Lisa and Massacre Man carry on hacking at the zombies. Scouse Mac's eyes are wide. Images of him as a young boy flash onto the screen. He's in the car next to his dad.

Scouse Mac: Dad, do I have to-

Man: I told you, don't call me that. I don't want it to seem like I'm replacing your dad. I promised him that when I married your mother.

Scouse Mac: But I don't like him. He scares me.

Man: Well we're gonna see him in Church today, and I want you to say hello.

Cut back to Scouse Mac in the present day, a slight tear welling up in his eye. Cut back to him in the church as Dante walks past him to get to his seat. Dante speaks.

Dante: Hello son.

Scouse Mac doesn't say a word, he just looks at Dante with wide eyes. Cut to Scouse Mac still as a child listening through a wooden door to his stepfather and mother arguing.

Stepfather: I tried to force the boy on him! Look what nearly happened!

Mother: Calm down. I didn't happen. You were both okay.

Stepfather: Think what that must have been like for the boy! Seeing his father do that!

Mother: No. You're his father.

Stepfather: What kind of father am I? I nearly got him killed! He's better off without me! You both are!

A door slams. Cut back to present day Scouse Mac, who lifts up his crossbow to aim at Dante, who is speaking quickly and making the injuries he just sustained disappear. Cut to The Return who has stepped out into the area behind the large curtain. Miss Macabre's mutilated body is still there but Hammerfan has gone. The Return is holding a large book.

The Return: Cutforay, malurte, vinmaya! I call upon the great slayer demon, he who delights in blood! Come to my aid! Come, oh might V!

Cut to the woods. The scene where Novakru looks up to see V replays. He lifts up his sword, then brings it down hard. Just before the blade makes contact, V disappears in a flash of bright light. From the distance, EyesOfDarkness runs towards her.

EyesOfDarkness: Hey! Hey, are you alright?

Novakru looks around, seeing V nowhere. She laughs to herself, more and more. EyesOfDarkness crouches down next to her. She looks at him and smiles.

Novakru: Thankyou! Thankyou thankyou thankyou!

He picks her up and starts carrying her away. Cut to the middle of the theater. A bright light flashes, then a shadow appears up by the ceiling in the center of the room. Another flash, then V appears and drops to the ground, landing on his feet. Mona Lisa, Chronogrl, Massacre Man and Dante's Inferno all look at him. The Return walks out from behind the curtain and smiles. V takes in his surroundings, then shakes his head.

V: No...NO! You fool! NO!

He turns and runs towards The Return. Scouse Mac, who had barely noticed V, lets the crossbow fire. It skims millimeters in front of V's head, who keeps running towards The Return. The Return's face is filled with terror. Blood sprays onto the side of his face from Dante's Inferno. The bolt has landed directly in his heart. Ending credits roll.

ferretchucker 10-31-2009 09:59 AM

Part 25 I
 
Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the outside of the theater. Neverending, Rayne and Dude run up to it and come to a stop outside.

Rayne: Think they're in here?

She is answered by a loud howl and the sound of crashing from one of the high up windows. They run into the building. Cut to Urgeok running along, carrying Doc Faustus who looks very badly hurt. The whites of his eyes are getting redder.

Doc Faustus: Where...are we going...?

Urgeok sounds out of breath.

Urgeok: Following...the-

Doc interrupts him.

Doc Faustus: We're not going...to the...hospital are we?

Urgeok: No...no we're not.

Doc Faustus: Because I'd rather die than miss this opportunity...

Urgeok: I know.

They've arrived at the theater and Urgeok runs in, carrying Doc. Cut to inside the main room where the bolt has just shot into Dante's heart. Dante falls to the ground and Scouse lowers the cross bow. Everything plays in slow motion. Dante looks up and sees Scouse Mac. His face is full of rage and he lifts his finger up to Scouse Mac.

Dante: Him! Kill him!

Suddenly, the huge crowd of zombies all turn their attention on Scouse Mac who doesn't turn his head. He's still staring directly at Scouse Mac. Dante roars as he pulls the bolt out from his heart. The bolt turns to ash in his hand and he gets to his feet again.

Scouse Mac: No!

The Return, meanwhile, is petrified, his feet glued to the spot as V runs straight towards him, holding his sword high in the air.

The Return: I command you-

V: You fool! You ruined it! Die!

The Return shivers with fear then turns and runs away behind the curtain. V follows, passing through the curtain without even making it ripple. The Return yells something in a strange language and one of the stage lights falls directly above V. V flicks his wrist and the sword sends the lights flying away to the side. The Return runs into one of the backstage corridors. Rayne, Dude and Neverending are running in the opposite direction towards him. The Return pushes them apart with ease.

V: MOVE!

He swings his huge sword. Dude and Neverending jump to the side but Rayne was looking behind her at The Return. She turns back just in time to see V's almighty sword flash towards her. The blade cuts neatly through her neck sending her head up high into the ceiling. It falls back to earth landing directly in front of Dude.

Dude: Ray-Rayne...Raaaaaaaayne! NO! NOOOOO!

He turns and sees V round the corner behind him.

Neverending: Oh Dude...oh I'm so sorry.

Dude: He's gonna be fucking sorry!

Dude reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a syringe and drives in into his skin.

Neverending: No don't!

Dude shoves Neverending away then pushes the liquid into his blood stream.

Neverending: I know this is hard but we have to focus!

Dude: Fuck Roshiq and Hammerfan!

He throws the empty syringe away and picks up Rayne's head, the look of shock still fixed on it. He kisses her pale forehead then sets her head down on the floor and turns around. He starts running in the direction of V, as he does, the hairs begin to rapidly sprout from his skin, muscles growing and bones dislocating. Nonetheless, the keeps running, focused on getting revenge. By the time he's rounded the corner he is entirely Werewolf. Neverending sighs, then continues running in the direction he was originally heading. Cut to a dark room. Everything is still. Hammerfan pads into the room and sniffs the air. She growls slightly and takes a few further steps into the room. Roshiq drops down from the ceiling, kicking her to the ground. He begins clawing hard at her back.

Roshiq: Come on!

Hammerfan lifts her back up, launching Roshiq, but he twists around and kicks off the wall instead of crashing into it. Hammerfan is just standing up when he collides with her again, driving his shoulder hard into the side of her neck. She lets out a slight wimper, but then gets a good grip of him, grabbing him by the leg. She swings him around a few times, then throws him. He flies like a rag doll, smashing through the glass window, but as he does he gets a grip on the frame. He pulls his feet onto the windowsill, then jumps up high. His hands reach the roof of the building, several floors above the one he was on, which he climbs onto. Hammerfan lets out a roar that shudders the walls, then jumps up through the ceiling of the room, reaching the floor above her.

Cut to inside the theater room. Bodies of people who were in the audience are standing up, the whites of their eyes deep purple. Massacre Man, Chronogrl and Mona Lisa are trying their hardest to cut down the number of zombies rushing towards Scouse Mac, who is putting another bolt into his crossbow. Dante looks directly at him.


Dante: Do it.

Scouse Mac fires the bolt at him. It turns to ash in mid air as Dante flicks his hand. Beside him, a stage light flies through the curtain. Scouse Mac yells out in anger and pulls two daggers from his belt and starts to run at Dante. Zombies rush at Scouse, but he slices and stabs them away. Dante glares at him and holds him hand up. Dante's skin begins to blister, but he does not flinch. He carries on running at Dante, daggers at the ready.

Mona Lisa: I'm going to help him!

Massacre Man: What do we do?

Mona Lisa: Keep killing!

The camera turns to see the balcony. The Return runs out onto it, closely followed by V. The Return rushes to the edge of the balcony and looks down at the sight below, judging whether to jump. He turns back to look at V and gasps. Just as V is about to reach him, Dude the werewolf dives at him, tackling him over the balcony. As they go over, V's sword swishes. Blood sprays on Dude and V as they fall and The Return's head soars past them, landing on the stage next to Dante's Inferno who doesn't notice it. V kicks away from Dude and they both land amongst the seats. V's helmet has been knocked off, revealing no head. In fact, the entire spiked metal suit is empty. V reaches his hand out and the metal helmet flies through the air into his hand. He puts it back on. Dude roars.

V: Here, boy.

Dude jumps at him with great speed, his sharp teeth bared and his claws outstretched, but V is faster and he jumps to the side, swinging the sword. The blade slices through Dude's mouth and continues going down him body, totally bisecting it. Dude's two halves fall to the floor, totally limp. Chronogrl screams at the sight of what's just happened. V ignored her however, instead running at Mona Lisa who is heading down to the front of the stage. He jumps into the air and kicks her forward. She lands flat on the ground and V lands with his metal boot on her back. Before she can see what's attacked her, he brings the sword down onto her head. V looks around the room. Massacre Man and Chronogrl are still killing the zombies as fast as they can. Scouse Mac is on the stage now.

Dante: Would you really kill your own father?

Scouse Mac doesn't answer him. His skin is so blistered now it's almost peeling away. He jumps through the air with the daggers outstretched, but just before he reaches Dante, he gets stopped in mid air.

V: This isn't sport...

V runs out of one of the doors to the theater. At that moment, Urgeok emerges, carrying Doc Faustus on the balcony. He begins filming.

ferretchucker 10-31-2009 09:59 AM

Part 25 II
 
Cut to the roof. Roshiq is standing up there, looking out across the town. The door bursts open as Hammerfan steps out.

Roshiq: You took your time.

She growls at him and he laughs slightly.

Roshiq: Let's just finish it.

She bounds towards him and he stand still where he is. She takes him to the ground and bares her huge teeth. Saliva drips onto his bruised and bloody face, but she doesn't tear him apart. She simply looks at him. Into his empty eye sockets.

Roshiq: Come on! DO IT! End it now! I'm ready for the taking!

She still does not kill him.

Roshiq: Please...Please!

He is almost sobbing.

Roshiq: When I died all I had left was my heart and you destroyed that too! Please! End it...I'm an empty shell!

Hammerfan still does not kill him. Instead, her wolfen hairs begin to fall out. Roshiq feels them.

Roshiq: No...no. You have to kill me! You have to kill me!

Her bones reduce to their normal shape and her muscles fade. She is human once more and she looks at Roshiq with pity.

Hammerfan: Oh...oh Rosh.

Roshiq: Kill me!

Hammerfan: You know I can't.

Roshiq's expression turns from sadness to anger and frustration. He opens his mouth wide and Hammerfan covers her ears.

Hammerfan: Ah! God, stop!

Roshiq carries on doing it. He opens his mouth wider. Hammerfan rolls around on the roof floor. Roshiq carries on, the strain making a vein pop out of his head.

Hammerfan: STOP!

Roshiq carries on. Blood begins to drip from Hammerfan's nose, then her ears. She stands up, still covering her ears and picks up a long metal pole. She makes her way painfully over to Roshiq, who is still silently screaming. Hammerfan holds the pole up high, then brings in hard down, piercing it through Roshiq's rib cage. He stops. Hammerfan relaxes slightly, breathing heavily. Roshiq's face forms a slight smile just before his eyes glaze over. Cut back to the main room of the theater. Scouse Mac is floating in the air, controlled by Dante's Inferno.

Dante: Now...apologize.

Scouse Mac: Go to hell.

The skin from Scouse Mac's arm tears away. He screams out in pain and his arm thrashes around.

Dante: Stop being a bad boy, and apologize.

Dante flicks his wrist and Scouse Mac's hand goes into Scouse's trouser pocket and stops thrashing around. A slight smile forms across Scouse Mac's face.

Dante: Apologize!

Scouse Mac doesn't answer. His hand moves slightly in his pocket and he smiles again.

Scouse Mac: I said...

Scouse Mac manages to pull his hand out of his pocket and it is revealed to be holding a hand grenade. He opens his hand and it falls to the floor landing at Dante's feet.

Scouse Mac: Go to hell.

The grenade explodes. Scouse Mac gets sent flying high and hits the floor hard, dead. Dante flies in the opposite direction, his lower half totally blown off. He looks down at his legs and lets out a huge roar which shakes the walls of the theater. The floor beneath him opens up into darkness and hundreds of rotting hands reach out, grabbing Dante. They pull Dante down into the darkness. The hole closes up and as is does, all of the zombies drop to the floor, dead. The whole building continues shaking. Cut to the ceiling, where Neverending is now up there, comforting Hammerfan. They look around in confusion as the building starts to crumble. Cut back to the main room.

Massacre Man: Come on! We have to go!

Chronogrl: But he-

Massacre Man: Now!

She gives on last fleeting look to Scouse Mac's body, then they turn and run. On the balcony, Doc has suddenly got to his feet. Whilst his eyes are deep purple, he suddenly looks very active.

Urgeok: We better go!

Doc Faustus: But think of the shot!

Urgeok: THINK OF THE OBITUARY COLUMN!

Doc Faustus: Good point!

Cut to the outside of the theater. Massacre Man and Chronogrl run out, closely followed by Doc Faustus and Urgeok. Massacre Man holds up his sword when he sees Doc Faustus, but Urgeok holds up his hand.

Urgeok: Whoa! It's okay, he's one of them but he isn't! He isn't gonna hurt us!

Massacre Man: How can you be sure?

Urgeok: Because I'd be the first one he'd kill if he could!

Massacre Man lowers his sword. Urgeok holds up the camera to film the building as it collapses. Above them, Hammerfan and Neverending jump across to the next building, holding Roshiq. The theater is now nothing more than a huge pile of rubble. A crowd of people forms. Massacre Man looks around and laughs.

Massacre Man: Great...now there are people.

The screen fades to black. A caption appears "One week later." Fade to Roshiq's back garden. Neverending and Hammerfan are standing next to a deep hole. She looks in and sees Fridaythe13thfan's body, still as it was years before.

Hammerfan: Creepy...sometimes I wish they did rot.

Neverending: In that case you won't want to be buried near me...

They roll Roshiq's body into the deep hole and begin piling dirt on it. Hammerfan walks into the house whilst Neverending keeps shoveling.

Hammerfan: I'll be out in a second.

Neverending nods. She walks through his house, looking around. She turns and sees the painting of her as a vampire and smiles slightly. She wipes a slight tear away then lifts the painting off the wall. Fade to a shot of a large hospital. "Herrerville Hospital". Fade into a room. Chrongrl is laying on a bed. Massacre Man stands beside her and a nurse is in the room.

Chronogrl: So it's probably nothing, but the other day I was bit by...nevermind. Can you just check every thing's alright?

The nurse puts the thing on her stomach and looks at the screen for a moment with a bored face. Suddenly, her face changes to one of confusion.

Chronogrl: What is it?!

Nurse: I...I don't know.

Chronogrl: Am I-ah!. Ouch...

Massacre Man: What is it?

Chronogrl: I don't know.

Her eyes are welling up and her face is turning red.

Chronogrl: But it really - ahhhh! Oh God, make it stop!

The skin of her stomach begins to move and stretch as though something is pushing it. The camera only shows Massacre Man's face as blood sprays onto it and his eyes widen. Chronogrl screams and a baby can he heard crying. The camera zooms out of the room and into another one. Novakru is lying on a bed, surrounded by a curtain. She hears the screaming and crying child.

Novakru: Yep...I remember childbirth, heh...

She has a television next to her bed which Doc Faustus is on. His skin is rotting but he's sitting in a suit, on a couch next to Oprah.

Doc Faustus: So basically, it got my body but didn't zombify my mind in time. I'm hoping I'll end up as just a walking talking skeleton!

Oprah: That is so interesting. And I hear you're getting your own chat show on Comedy Central.

Doc Faustus: Yep, first guest is the one and only Robert Englund-

She turns off the television and takes a grape from the table next to her which has a framed photo of Ferretchucker on it. She sighs as she looks at it. A shadow appears on the other side of the curtain.

Novakru: Ah, perfect. I need a new pillow please.

The shadow stretches it's arm out, revealing it to be holding a sword.

V: You will...your current one's about to get stained.

V pulls the curtain back and holds the sword up high. Novakru screams as he swishes the sword down towards her neck. Ending credits roll.


THE END



Thank you everybody who's been reading these. I know it can be tedious commenting after the stories, but I really appreciate it. I hope you've all enjoyed reading it as I have writing it. I honestly make these things up as I go along with only a rough and constantly changing plan so I'm as surprised as you sometimes (I hope I surprised you!).

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I just skimmed it,but I like the look of it,so I'm gonna read all of it.It looks promising. :)

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