INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
FREEZE FRAME: A twenty year-old woman, Sasha, on the bed drawing.
UNFREEZE.
Sasha sits in her room drawing on a note pad, bruises on her arms, a cut on her lip. She hears the DOOR to the apartment open. A look of fear crosses her face as she moves her note pad under the pillow. It’s the drawing of a demon in a cop uniform.
She hears more voices and starts getting more nervous, she sits up on the edge of her bed. In comes her father, flecks of blood cover his face and hands. He holds the dark vial and she grimaces. He also has another small bottle of whiskey.
SASHA
Poppa, you’re home early from work. I thought you were working late tonight?
Lincoln smiles.
LINCOLN
Funny thing about collecting debts and putting the hurt on people, always takes less time than ya think. The moment you break something on them, that green they owe seems to come real quick.
She eyes the vial and the whiskey.
SASHA
Poppa, do I have to? I don’t, them touching me, not, it’s...
His eyes turn to furnaces.
LINCOLN
Enough! You’ll do the devil’s work. You’re the whore who took your own momma’s life. You have an endless road to pay that blood back. Now drink the witches drink and spread your fucking whore legs.
He moves towards her as he pours the vial into the bottle. He thrusts at her and his eyes burn until she reaches out and grabs the drink and swallows it. She looks at him until he starts to blur out, then he smiles, an evil smile.
LINCOLN
Okay boys, she’s all yours, and this time, no rules, hurt her if you want, I don’t give a shit anymore.
Two men come in smiling, handing him cash. One man touching his cock, the other starting to drop his pants.
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
Sasha comes into the living room, her face a bloody mess, clothes ripped and hanging off her, bruises everywhere.
Lincoln is asleep in a chair, numerous empty bottles surrounding him. On a TV stand near his chair sits his weapon. Sasha eyes it. She steps forward and grabs the stun mace looking down at him with fury.
SASHA
(whispering)
Why?!. I’m sorry she died. I’m sorry I didn’t, but you’re my father, you were supposed to love me, protect me, ...(look at mace) Love(tears)
Her hands shake as she cries.
SASHA
All men are monsters, they deserve to be corpses. I’ll show them all, they are just walking tombs waiting to be put down.
Close up on her, as she swings down with the mace, blood splashing the screen. She swings again and again as the screen drips with blood.
FREEZE FRAME as her arms extend with the mace. Pull out from image to...
GFX: Map as the targeting reticle moves out from The Downs to Shadow’s End, a frame opens up on --
INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
FREEZE FRAME: Thomas kneels next to a bed praying while his mother, Hecate, looks deathly ill in her bed. The camera moves in and --
UNFREEZE.
The shot widens out revealing Idris standing like a statue near the door, her head bowed in respect.
THOMAS
Let the Goddess ease her suffering. Let her step into the embrace of forever with the light of the Crone, the Matron and the Maiden. In blood we walk.
He looks up and sees his mother’s eyes looking upon him, her breath wheezy. She beckons him. He stands up and moves to her side. She looks at him and smiles, but then a stab of pain turns it into a grimace. She looks back up, her eyes teary.
HECATE
I... I ... Your father finally took his payment for his life. His demons have ridden...
(cough)
My hips since his passing.
(cough)
I took his tar into me along with his bones.
She coughs and looks at her son.
HECATE
I think, maybe, I don’t know.
(cough)
The teachings, I did right. I did.
She coughs up a bigger spurt of blood.
HECATE
Maybe. I’m sorry, son. Old ways, you are a good boy, didn’t deserve, but your father...
(cough)
I love...
She dies.
Thomas looks down at her. He glances back at Idris. She bows her head.
THOMAS
What do I do now? I don’t know my path.(resolute) As the Goddess wills.
We see her from over his shoulder as he looks down at her --
FREEZE FRAME.
GFX: Map.
Five more years pass across the map. As they do, more vignettes overlap each other.
EXT. VIGNETTES
All shot noir, graphic novel look.
This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.
- A man in a hoodie SHOOTS another, then searches him for money. Another guts him for the money.
- A group of prostitutes on a street corner, two talking to a john. Another is in the back seat of a car in the foreground riding a john.
- Several people in alley taking Thrash, inhaling it through inhalers. One runs at camera with a maniacal grin.
- Teenagers living on streets, forlorn looks. A small girl is approached by a cruel looking man wearing a clown face. There is fear on the little girl’s face.
The map of the City of Blood is now clear of images through all parts of the city already visited. The targeting reticle moves to the northeast part of the city highlighting a section called The Bricks.
A FREEZE FRAME appears of...
INT. CLUB - NIGHT
A girl, MUSE, singing in a club.
UNFREEZE.
The club is packed. Dark lighting, trance dance music. Most people are provocatively dressed in a neo-noir, cyber-punk sexy style. Lots of leather and cleavage and men with no shirts or body tight shirts.
They all grind on each other while others stay in corners doing thrash with their inhalers and brightly colored drinks.
Sasha spins through the crowd dancing, wearing a dress that barely covers anything, a slit down side and gossamer. She eyes different men in the crowd before she nails one GUY at the far end of the bar.
The camera zeroes in on an expensive looking watch and expensive looking shoes. This man exudes money. Sasha zeroes in on him paying for drinks with a Platinum card. She smiles and moves towards him.
She only moves about two feet before her arm is grabbed and she is YANKED back. She comes face to face with MONSTER COCK, a cyber-punkish brute inhaling Thrash and looking at her like a shark. His hand tightens hard on her arm as he leers. His name is printed on his torn shirt.
MONSTER COCK
Your my woman for the night. They call me Monster --
(grinning)
Monster Cock, and I got the meat to back it up. You gonna love it, all the women love it.
(inhale of Thrash)
Sasha tries to pull away but his grip is iron. She slides her free hand to the back of her hair and starts sliding out a HAIR PICK that actually doubles as a punch dagger.
SASHA
I’m sure they do, but you’re not my type. And look your name is on the shirt, is that in case you forget?
He laughs, grabs her other hand and throws away his empty Thrash inhaler not realizing what she had been pulling out of her hair. She frustratingly grunts as he pulls her hand away from her weapon. He pulls her toward him, his hand grabbing her ass and slightly lifting her dress.
MONSTER COCK
I think ya don’t get it. You’re not getting a choice. Monster Cock get’s what he wants, and tonight is your lucky night. Monster Cock wants to give ya the fandango, and give ya it he gonna do.
She attempts to pull back again but he doesn’t let her. He continues to paw her, his one hand pushing her dress to the side to grab her breast.
SASHA
Look Mini Cock. I’m not interested. Go find some slut who wants the attention, I’m sure it won’t be difficult in this club or city. Now let go before I gut you right here and right now.
He laughs a big belly laugh and grabs her by the throat. He slaps her hard which rocks her. He leans down and licks the blood off her lip.
MONSTER COCK
I like my women strong but not too strong, bitch. Ya need to understand, you mine for tonight and I’m gonna...
He is interrupted as a man steps in, kicking the back of his leg dropping him to his knees. A blade comes out and SLICES his throat(Done post Spartacus style blood
). Sasha is knocked down.
It is Thomas. He looks down from a hooded outfit as Monster Cock slowly drops to the ground trying to stop the blood spurting from his neck.
Thomas looks at Sasha and reaches his hand down to pick her up. The crowd takes one glance down at a dying Monster Cock and shake their heads. Non-caring at all, they continue to get high and dance. Two guys immediately start frisking Monster for whatever he has.
THOMAS
No man should ever hurt a daughter of the Goddess.
Sasha looks up at him with a smirk. She lets him lift her up then presses in close to him, her hand near his crotch - this startles him.
SASHA
Is that so? Interesting, very. Why don’t we stroll into the eve, say hello to the stars and moon. I want to hear more about this Goddess.
She stares into his eyes and grabs his hand leading him out of the club. As she leads him out, we cut to a close up of her evil grin and eyes.
INT. THOMAS'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Sasha runs her hands over the Altar to the Goddess and the stains of blood on the floor and altar. It has lit candles around the small carved statue of three faces merged into each other, one young, one middle age and one old.
Thomas looks at her, his hood now down, from across the room as he leans against a wall.
SASHA
I’ve heard your story and now you’ve heard mine.
THOMAS
I am sorry to know what you have told me of your father.
She looks at him with a smile.
SASHA
Show me your bedroom.
Thomas looks nervous but quickly shakes it.
THOMAS
As you wish.
INT. THOMAS'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Sasha looks at a perfectly made and cleaned bedroom, very sparse. She looks at Thomas.
SASHA
Show me the blade you killed with.
He looks at her and slowly pulls out the ornate knife he has had all his life, his mother’s knife, another blade handle shows when he pulls it. She walks over and grabs it from him, studying it, blood still on it’s edge.
She cuts her own hand. He steps forward, but she waves him back. She walks towards him and wipes her bloody hand over his face.
SASHA
Get into bed.
Thomas looks at her in fear not knowing how to react.
SASHA
You serve the daughters of the Goddess, is that not so?
He nods.
SASHA
Get into bed.
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. THOMAS’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Sasha is leaning into Thomas, scantily clothed, just having had sex. She cuts Thomas’s arm.
SASHA
Did your mother cut you like that?
He looks at her with fear and confusion.
SASHA
Answer me!
THOMAS
Yes.
She CUTS him again, then cuts her own arm. She takes blood and smears her face, slowly then licks the blood on her hand.
SASHA
Will you serve me?
She grabs his face.
SASHA
WILL YOU SERVE ME?!!!!
He nods.
SASHA
SAY IT!!!
THOMAS
Yes.
She kisses him hard.
SASHA
You will be my tool! You will help me bring torture to fucking men!!!!!! (Whispers)You will stop the nightmares..
Sasha slams the knife into the wall above his head and it sticks. She licks the blood off his face. She looks past his shoulder as if seeing something else, close up on her face and eyes.
SASHA
(whispering)
You should of loved me.
Tears appear in her eyes.
FREEZE FRAME. Zoom out to --
GFX: Map focused on Shadow’s Down where Thomas's house is, then further out to the full map.
Several vignettes follow, overlapping each other onto the map. These are shot surreal, avant-garde...drug daze.
- Sasha at the club with six different men
- Sasha in bed with men, though close up shots not really showing anything, just her face and bloodspalshing across her face.
- Thomas appears behind the men and slits their throats
The reticle goes back to Shadow’s Down to --