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Beloved Massacre (Opening)

Beloved Massacre

INT. HOUSE

A very dark house unusual for if it was full. From a door at the end of a long hall, a young teen dashes out. Her breath is heavy and beads of sweet roll of her forehead. Her head shots side to side looking for something or someone. She starts to walk forwards heading down the long hall. About half way up she stops and turns into another room.

INT. KITCHEN

The room is a small open kitchen with the basics for every kitchen. She creeps along the floor towards the far right corner where a series of drover’s sit stacked on top of each other. She slides open the top one and digs her hand in. pulling it back, she now holds a large clever, blade glistening in the moon light casting in form the window. She stares at it only to be interrupted by a loud crash from behind. Her body jolts around to look for a cause, but with nothing in view she must now search for the reason. She ventures out of the kitchen and into the living room just on the other side of the kitchen wall. Looking around for anything weather it be man or beast. Soon a broken lamp becomes clear. Shattered pieces lay around the shade on the short Grey carpet. Walking over to the broken light she stares down again, losing tract of her objective. Quickly she looks up back towards the room form, which she was originally. She picks up her pace and heads back down the darkened hall, back into the room.

INT. ROOM

It appears to be a basic computer room, with the large desk against the far wall. A small leather chair sits just in front twisted to face the doorway. The young girl walks in and carefully sits back into the black chair. She twists back to face a bright monitor. Some type and borders for some type of program only break the white screen. The raises her hands and lies then upon the keyboard and begins to stretch her fingers, stroking different keys.

ECU. MONITOR

The type is more clear, as is the loud typing from below. A final key is heard being pressed as some black type pops up onto the screen.

Ginger415: Where are you?

A moment in dead silence waiting for whom ever is seeing the dark type. After a short wait, a reply jumps onto the screen.

Scream_Again: Look out the window.

INT. ROOM

Her hands slide back from the keyboard but her body refuses to relax. In her mind questions are asked so fast an answer is almost impossible. Her hands continue to slide to the edge of the desk where she pushes back, wheels roll across the carpet. She stops and twists the chair one more time, this time facing the window. The she leans forward and stands slowly raising of her chair. She stands fully up right and steps one step. Gradually more steps follow and she now stands in front of the window. Not able to look down in pure fear she places her hands on the window sell. She begins to lean forward bit by bit getting closer to the glass to see if he is truly there. Immediately a tall figure cloaked by the darkness enters. From a long coat he raises his arm and brings it to the back of the blonde’s head. His fingers rap around the side as her screams echo out. She begins to struggle against his strength, with very little effect. With no second thought he pulls her head back hard. Whimpers of pain from the teen as he throws her forward. Her face travels fast to the glass, smashing almost instantly. Some splinters fall to the wet grass others fall inside to the floor. Allowing her to lie like that for a bit the dark figure reaches threw the shattered glass and pulls her head back. Mostly covered with blood bits of glass slip out of her forehead and drop. The open wounds pour more red liquid down her soft face. The open wounds are almost unseen for they are mixed in with the beads rolling down her cheeks and every other feature that is now battered on her face. Trickles begin to flow down her neck as she looks into the mans eyes. Reacting almost right away, she lashes out her leg striking the man in the groin. He groans in pain and loses his hold. The bloodied teen runs past his out strechted arm and out the room.

INT. HOUSE

She begins down the hall again back into the kitchen. From the same room stumbles out the dark man. Still bent over in pain he stumbles down the same hall towards the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN

In the kitchen the crimson stained face awaits her attacker. She stands just in front of a stove with a small pot with something bubbling inside. She readies and soon as he enters she grabs the handles and flings the scolding liquid towards his face. The boiling water splashes upon his face sending a loud scream full of pain. His hands rise up to block the pain and the horrifying look. The teen just stands amazed by her destruction to him, unsure of what to do next. As she stares the man throws his hands to his side clenched in fists. The girl startled by his recovery stumbles back against the counter. Her hands feel around for anything as he steps near. Not wanting to lose sight of him she dares not to turn away. Finding nothing she is again grabbed and yanked forward by the man. He brings her still bleeding face to his scalded and looks into her eye.

Man: your heart is almost not worth my collection.

With those words he whips her around to face the stove. Bringing his other hand to her other shoulder he looks down at the still red-hot burner. Realizing his next move she begins to scream, kick, and try to escape. Her efforts fail as he lowers her face to the coil. Still fighting she begins to scream louder. Gradually her face becomes closer to the burner till it presses on. Her loudest screams echo as the sizzling flesh burns and sticks to the red-hot coil. The sound of her flesh bubbling on the burner as the heat picks up. The horrifying sound does not stop till after her face is pealed back leaving most of her remaining flesh behind. Her face or what’s left of it, is brought back close to the mans. Her eyes are swollen over and bits of glass still remain buried in the charred flesh. From the engorged eye rolls a single tear. It rolls down and immediately evaporates from the heat still remaining. He tosses her down to the floor and draws a large hunting knife from under the long coat. He kneels down to the girl rolling on her side. He places her back on her back and lifts up her face.

Man: Don’t worry dear, this wont hurt for long.

Lowering her head slowly back to the tiled floor he draws his hand back to her waist. Plunging the knife deep into her gut he begins to drag it towards her chest. The whimpering pain from behind the decrepit face pours out as her head rises in pain. Soon after it drops back down and the mans hand thrusts up. In hand he clenches a bloodied object appearing to be her heart. A small river of blood slides off his palm and down his wrist towards his coat. CUT TO-
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