Hey, guys! This might be a very rare event from your's trully but I've entered a writing contest (As I told you all, in my previous post) and for once I've forgiven myself for writing a script on the net so if any of you are interested in my work, take a look at the contest sight (Here) or you can take a look at the feedback that I've gotten so far (Here). And PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE leave a comment (Good or Bad) when your done.
Annnd voila! Here you guys have my very first spec-script for a contest. Enjoy!
Supernatural: Midnight Fright
by
DaiQuan Cain
South Carolina, 1862
Black. Gun and Cannon fire fill the air along with long painful and loud screams. The screen bursts into LIFE and we are-
EXT. Civil War Battlefield -- Night
Black & White: A VICIOUS and BLOODY battle between the Union and the forces of the Confederacy rages on as the gunfire and screams continue. The terrified and rage-filled young soldiers of both sides fight each other with courage and deadly determination. Close on-
Union Soldier 1 on the ground, wounded and in pain as two Confederate Soldiers run towards him with their muskets in hand in an attempt to bayonet him to death through the chaos and commotion of the battle.
Union Soldier 1
(Horrified)
[Screams] Oh God, Please!
Union Soldier 1's P.O.V: Confederate Soldier 1 and Confederate Soldier 2 stand over him on his left and right sides, preparing to bayonet him.
Union Soldier 1 (O.S.- Cont'd)
[Screams] I've got a family! Please don't....!
Two distinct shots ring out (Off screen) as we follow Union Soldier 1 as he painfully crawls away from Confederate Soldiers 1 and 2 while they fall to their knees with bullet holes in their backs.
Close up on Union Soldier 1's wound in his arm as blood POURS out. He faints in the midst of the brutal battle around him.
FADE OUT
Male Voice (O.S.)
Mistuh! Wake up. Wake up, mistuh.
INT. Horse Wagon -- Dusk
Union Soldier 1's P.O.V (Blurry): A man sits on the side of him patching up his wounded arm.
Union Soldier 1
(Weak)
Where am I?
Male Voice (Cont'd)
We found ya about a day back, in da middle of a blood bath. Everyone was dead 'cept you, suh. Mastuh sent us ta do a deed for him but he catch up to us and took Big Liz over to the swamp a few minutes ago. I suspect Big Liz find herself in trouble, suh.
Union Soldier 1's P.O.V (Clears up): The man talking to him is revealed to be a slave as he continues to patch up his wounded arm.
Union Soldier 1
Water....I need water.
The slave puts a flask to the soldier's mouth as he sits up in the wagon.
Union Soldier 1 (Cont'd)
Got a name....?
Male Slave
Mastuh calls me Walker, suh.
Union Soldier 1
Thanks for getting me here, Walker. My name is Winchester. Henry Winchester.
Henry hops out of the wagon.
Henry (Cont'd)
But if your master gets back and I'm still here....
Walker
Too late for that, suh. I told ya, I think Big Liz in trouble. Mastuh catch up wit us and saw you, after that, he take Big Liz and he was angry, suh.
Henry
I'm sorry but I can't help her....
Walker, disappointed, puts his head down.
Henry
(Sympathetic)
[Sigh] Which way did he take her?
Walker
[Points towards a swamp down the road] There, suh. He take her there with the chest from the Wagon, suh.
Close up on Henry's exhausted face.
Henry
[Sigh] What's your master's name?
Walker smiles with relief. Cut to-
Ext. Swamp -- Dusk -- Moments later
We follow Henry into the swamp grounds and as we pass a bush we see-
Henry's P.O.V: A woman on her hands and knees smoothing over mud with her hands and we can assume this is Big Liz. A heavy set, African American female, aged 38. And standing beside her with his back towards us and overlooking Liz' work with a machete in his left hand and a bottle of whiskey in his right hand is who we can assume is her master.
The Master
[Takes a drink from the bottle in his hand] This is for helpin' that goddamn Yankee!
Close up on Big Liz' HORRIFIED face as she stares up at her master.
FADE OUT
[SCREAMS]
SFX: SKINT! Cut to-
EXT. Horse Wagon -- Dusk -- Moments later
Head and Shoulders shot of Walker, terrified and beside himself with fear as he sits in the Wagon as we left him moments ago.
The Master (O.S.)
[Laughs Hysterically]
We rotate to see-
Walker's P.O.V: The Master walks towards us (Walker) in the Wagon holding both Big Liz and Henry's decapitated heads in his left hand by their hair and Henry's pistol in his right hand. The Master's eyes are pure black and we know that he is (or possibly possessed by) a demon.
The Master
[Smiling a devilish smile] You'd better run.
Quickly, Walker jumps out of the Wagon and runs the way he came; The Master lifts his gun up towards Walker as he runs away and we close up on the barrel of the gun as soon as he pulls the trigger (Releasing a bright mussel flash).
SFX: BANG!
A jolt: And we are at-
Supernatural's opening sequence. (Flash of smoke revealing the show's logo with a LOUD thunder clap and ghostly sounds.)
FADE IN
Color: EXT./INT. Dean's 67' Impala -- Dusk -- Now
Dorchester County, Maryland
Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir" plays on Sam and Dean's car radio as they drive down a open and free road.
Dean
[Sung to the tune of the song] "Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream. I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been. To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen. They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be [He attempts to hit Robert Plant's high note] revealed...."
INT. Dean's 67' Impala -- Dusk
Sam sits in the passenger's seat, frustrated as he tries his best to work on his laptop and ignore Dean's shenanigans.
Dean
(Chipper, In a good mood)
Lighten up, Sammy!
Sam looks over at Dean, annoyed and infuriated.
Sam
[Sigh]
Dean turns the radio up to it's highest volume.
Dean
[Laughs] What's up your ass today?
Sam turns the radio off.
Sam
(Harsh)
Dean! Why would you even ask me why I'm pissed off?! First, you lose the Colt....again!
Dean briefly takes his concentration off of the the road and looks at Sam, recalling and dismissive.
Sam (Cont'd)
Then you go and ATTACK not four but FIVE of those bikers in that bar back there....
Dean
Hey, that wasn't entirely my fault! That big guy was trying to stick a banana in my tailpipe! [Chuckles] Geez, that sounded wrong in so many ways....
Sam (Cont'd)
And to top it all off, you nearly got yourself killed chasing that demon in Illinois. I mean, it's like you've got a death wish or something!
Dean shrugs with a huge smile on his face. None of his recent antics seem to bother him.
Dean
Meh. Your just upset because the chick with the mustache at that juke-joint back there, wouldn't give you her number.
Quickly, Dean pulls a piece of paper out of his left jacket pocket with a phone number on it and tosses it over to Sam.
Dean (Cont'd)
Don't worry, Sammy, I got it for you. Her name is Mia. If you want, we can turn back and catch her before her daily shave! She said she has to....
Sam
(Overruling)
It's not funny, Dean. You've gotta stop being so reckless.
Dean
[Takes his eyes off the road] Annnd, you've gotta stop taking this damn job so seriously. I'm telling you, if you make this gig your entire life, your gonna crash and....
Sam
DEAN, LOOK OUT!!!
EXT. Dean's 67' Impala -- Night
A woman holding her own head appears in front of their car and quickly disappears.
INT. Dean's 67' Impala -- Night
Dean slams down on the breaks stopping just short of the small white bridge ahead of them. Sam's laptop flies onto the dashboard.
SFX: SCREEEEECH!!!!
Sam and Dean simultaneously look at each other. Shocked.
Dean
So, I take it, this is the right place?
Sam takes a look at the sign right above the small white bridge which reads: "Welcome to the Transquaking River Bridge of Dorchester County."
Sam
(Sarcastic)
Well, we haven't ran into any other head-less women tonight, so I'm guessing this is it, Dean.
Dean
Smart ass.
Sam and Dean exit the Impala and immediately rush to the trunk of their car. Dean opens the hood of the trunk and then lifts up the decoy mat revealing their infamous arsenal of demon and supernatural hunting weapons. Dean slips his green duffel bag onto his shoulder and Sam pulls his concealed handgun from the back of his pants and re-loads it with a fresh clip of bullets. They grab their necessary sawed-off shotguns, flasks of holy water and shovels and they get to it. They're ready for a fight. A good fight.
Dean
[Sigh] Why don't dead things just ever stay Dead?
The Winchester boys begin their hunt into the haunted swamp lands on the side of the road and we are-
EXT. Swamp -- Night
Dean
Did you say this was Dorchester county, Sam? I mean the Dorchester county that Dad always talked about when we were kids?
Sam
Yep. Remember when he made us swear never to bring this place up around him because he had to....
Dean
(matter-of-fact)
....take out his great-great-grandfather. Well, the demon that looked like him anyway....
The two continue toward the swamp area from earlier. Things look a bit different but not much has changed over the one hundred, some odd years in these Maryland swamp lands.
EXT. Swamp -- Night -- Three hours later
Sam and Dean dig fruitlessley in the muddy ditch they've created in search of the mentioned chest which Walker brought up earlier in the story. The two are exhausted but determined to put this haunting to an end once and for all.
Sam
Dean, how many bodies have we dug up in the past week alone?
Dean
I don't know, Sammy. What? About fifteen? Seventeen at the max!
Sam (Cont'd)
Exactly, Dean. And how many cases have we solved by just digging up the bodies and burning their bones?
Dean
[Slams his shovel into the ground] We're wasting our time, is that what your getting at?
Sam
[Chuckles] Nevermind. Forget it.
Dean
[He starts shoveling once again] We're not even digging up a body this time.... [Dean's shovel hits something in the ground]
Sam drops his shovel and walks over to Dean in order to see what he has found.
Dean
(Silly; Cute)
[Pokes the object he's uncovered] Yahtzee!
EXT. Swamp -- Night -- Moments later
Sam and Dean toss the chest out of the ditch and soon climb out.
Dean
Sam, what time is it?
Sam
(Cautious)
[Checking his watch] Eleven-fifty-nine.
Sam and Dean's tensions grow. Sam pulls his gun out and Dean points his sawed-off shotgun at the lock of the chest, intent on shooting it off. Close up on Sam's fierce face.
Sam
NOW!
Dean shoots the lock.
SFX: BOOM!
The lock FLIES off and Sam opens the cover of the chest. Old money falls out all over the place; Dean grabs his end of the chest and so does Sam. They turn it upside down and along with the rest of the money, a old and worned down book falls out along with the other contents of the chest.
Dean
Look out!
Dean's P.O.V: Big Liz appears behind Sam (with her head in her left hand) and a familiar machete in her right hand. Quickly, Sam ducks and Dean shoots Big Liz. She disappears into mist. Meanwhile, Sam picks up the book from the ground, opens it and then reads the words of Latin as quickly as he can.
Dean
[To Sam]
It's a good thing Bobby left us those spells....
Suddenly, Big Liz appears right IN FRONT of Dean. He shoots and she quickly disappears again.
Dean (Cont'd)
....I just wish he would've taken this bitch out himself.
Big Liz appears once more at Dean's left side and he SHOOTS once again.
Dean (Cont'd)
And to think, I went to Hell and came back! [Laughs] I mean, how bad-ass is that?!
Sam quickly drops to one knee, pulls out a zippo lighter from his back pocket and sets the book on fire and then drops it to the ground. The wind howls and the boys move back-to-back as they hold their guns tightley. Head and shoulders shot of Dean as he cautiously and professionally looks around for any sign of Big Liz.
SILENCE.
Sam
[To Dean]
Is it over?
SILENCE CONTINUES.
Suddenly, Big Liz appears right IN FRONT of Sam. The force from Big Liz' sudden appearance knocks Sam to the ground. Dean quickly grabs Big Liz' right hand as she prepares to strike Sam with the machete. Sam grabs a medium-sized knife from his ankle holster and STABS Big Liz in the heart.
Dean
[Smirks] Devil's blood.
Big Liz begins to immulate a sparadic and violent light from inside her body. And then-
BOOM! She explodes into smoke. Dead.
Dean
[Helping Sam up from the ground] Yeah, Sammy. It's over.
FADE OUT
CREDITS
END
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