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The Messenger Summoned
FADE IN:
INT. PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT
The garage has several luxury cars in the bays. MAX is leaning up against a pillar that has a No Smoking sign on it. A cigarette dangles from his lips. He glances at his chronometer: 9:13pm.
The sound of a car pulling in from the entrance. Max sees a black sedan pull up in front of him. It stops and a GUARD from the front passenger side gets out and opens the back door.
CONTROL (V.O)
Come now Mr. Cube, we don't have much time.
MAX
I'm here as requested.
MAX steps from the shadows to reveal his face.
CONTROL
Ah Max. It's good to see you again.
CUBE
It's been awhile. But I gather we're not here to discuss old times are we?
CONTROL
Alright then. Let's cut to the chase.
CUBE
Let's.
CONTROL
A shift is in process and I need you to relay a message to me once it does.
MAX shuts his eyes in pain.
MAX
Please ...
(looks at Control)
CONTROL
It's something that needs to be done. The fates of otherwhens depends on this.
The Possible Way
Clank.
The sound of metal on stone echoed throughout the the area. It made me cringe because that meant that we were being followed. Max expected that would happen, but we didn't know by whom.
A rat scuttled by my feet. There were a few of them scampering about, more defiant than their cousins topside. I had tied the handkerchief over my nose and mouth, hoping that the would stop the stench.
"You coming Frank?" Angst asked. She was just a few steps ahead of me and she had this joyful glee about her. Who'd of thought that a girl like her would dig doing stuff like this.
"No. Just breathing hard," I quipped.
"You wish you old fart," Angst replied with a faint flirty tone.
"Cut the chatter back there," Max said. Though, I really couldn't understand why he said that since he'd been humming a show tune as we made our way through the sewers.
"Yeah right," Angst told Max.
Clank.
There was that sound again off in the distance behind us. Sounding much closer. Whoever was following us had picked up the pace.
Here we were beneath the city, walking through sludge trying to find a key. The old man had given Max a riddle, and though I am not to clear about it myself, Max and Maggie came to the conclusion that the answer lay in the sewers.
Clank. Clank.
"Max," I said; I drew my glock. "I think we have company."
Max paused; he held the blue cube in his hands and turned to me. He looked very sinister in the pale green light, as if he had discovered the Loch Nar and was about to morph out into a zombie like in the end segment of that Heavy Metal movie.
I guess Angst noticed that as well and she chuckled.
The sound of metal on stone echoed throughout the the area. It made me cringe because that meant that we were being followed. Max expected that would happen, but we didn't know by whom.
A rat scuttled by my feet. There were a few of them scampering about, more defiant than their cousins topside. I had tied the handkerchief over my nose and mouth, hoping that the would stop the stench.
"You coming Frank?" Angst asked. She was just a few steps ahead of me and she had this joyful glee about her. Who'd of thought that a girl like her would dig doing stuff like this.
"No. Just breathing hard," I quipped.
"You wish you old fart," Angst replied with a faint flirty tone.
"Cut the chatter back there," Max said. Though, I really couldn't understand why he said that since he'd been humming a show tune as we made our way through the sewers.
"Yeah right," Angst told Max.
Clank.
There was that sound again off in the distance behind us. Sounding much closer. Whoever was following us had picked up the pace.
Here we were beneath the city, walking through sludge trying to find a key. The old man had given Max a riddle, and though I am not to clear about it myself, Max and Maggie came to the conclusion that the answer lay in the sewers.
Clank. Clank.
"Max," I said; I drew my glock. "I think we have company."
Max paused; he held the blue cube in his hands and turned to me. He looked very sinister in the pale green light, as if he had discovered the Loch Nar and was about to morph out into a zombie like in the end segment of that Heavy Metal movie.
I guess Angst noticed that as well and she chuckled.
Like a Starless Night
His world was in a state of chaos, his head swimming with glitches of images of other people's lives. Max staggered through his room, his head a black hole sucking in the hopes and dreams of those around him.
Get out, Max ordered the random patterns that were making his mind feel like a swiss cheese omelette. He caught his foot on the corner of a chair and stumbled as a drunk would onto the floor. His head catching the corner of the wall with such a sickening thud that Max didn't feel the impact.
He welcomed the coming darkness to swirl in and end the visions of millions.
"Max!"
His eyes flickered opened. His face down and in congealed blood. He brought a hand to his head and he felt a gash there, and he knew that he had lost a lot of blood. The good thing about it was that there wasn't the millions of voices crying out to him, but the question remained was who was the one voice that shouted his name?
"This is candy compared to what I've been through already," he muttered. He tried to pick himself up and it was a slow process, like a dinosaur dying in a bog. He chuckled at the imagery of a dinosaur; it could mean a metaphor for what is to come.
The phone rang, sending a signal right to the core of his brain. The feeling of ice on a sore tooth, and he cringed. He steadied himself as he got up and he looked at the blood on the floor (it wasn't the first time... nor would it be the last time) and it made him feel queasy that he had lost a lot.
He made it to the phone after the sixth ring and picked it up.
"Hello?" Max said into the receiver.
"Good Afternoon, is the man of the house in?" a voice said at the other end. Max could hear other voices as well trying to sell things to people who didn't really want them in the first place.
"No."
Max hung up the phone.
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