A flash play.
Cast of Characters:
Max
Maggie
Aqua
Frank
Dexter
Wraith
Gabriel 7
TIME: The Present
SCENE: A subway platform. Two benches along the wall and two vending machines. MAX is lying down on one of the benches asleep. FRANK and GABRIEL 7 are by the vending machine trying to decide what snack to get. MAGGIE is looking at a poster on the wall. DEXTER enters.
DEXTER: DAMN. [to Maggie] Did I just miss the train?
MAGGIE: It just pulled out a few moments ago.
DEXTER: Double Damn!
MAX: You kiss your mother with that mouth, Dex?
DEXTER: It's none of your business. And how do you know my name.
MAX: Sorry friend I didn't mean to offend. It's just your aura screams Dexter.
MAGGIE: No worries. You do kind of look like him.
DEXTER: You guys are weird.
FRANK [calls to MAX and MAGGIE]: Yo. You guys want a soda or juice?
MAGGIE: A beer would be nice.
MAX: That it would be.
[AQUA and WRAITH emerge from the washroom]
FRANK: It would be nice if one day one of these platforms had a beer dispenser.
MAGGIE: Then it would be just like heaven.
DEXTER: You guys escape from a looney bin?
MAX: Kinda.
AQUA: I hope the train arrives. I'm getting nervous just waiting around some.
WRAITH: Dexter?
DEXTER looks around.
WRAITH: Dexter it is you!
20131007
Lighting the Fuse
Max was bound to the chair; he couldn't move and if he did the wire
would cut into his skin. He sat there drenched and covered in fluid; a
pungent odor assaulted his nostrils and his wounds burned because of the
liquid.
It was gasoline.
"Are you going to talk?" Brogan asked. He sat on a stool, with a pack of wooden matches. He drew a stick and lit it.
"I have been chatting," Max replied through swollen lips. "But you are not hearing."
Brogan flicked the match at Max; the flame died out before it touched his clothes. Max didn't flicker one bit, which irked Brogan even more.
"You really don't get it," Brogan told him.
"No," Max replied. "You're the one who doesn't get it."
It was gasoline.
"Are you going to talk?" Brogan asked. He sat on a stool, with a pack of wooden matches. He drew a stick and lit it.
"I have been chatting," Max replied through swollen lips. "But you are not hearing."
Brogan flicked the match at Max; the flame died out before it touched his clothes. Max didn't flicker one bit, which irked Brogan even more.
"You really don't get it," Brogan told him.
"No," Max replied. "You're the one who doesn't get it."
Tuesday Early Morning Blues
It was another slow night; it always was on Monday evenings. There was not much of a nightlife and it seemed everyone's energy had been sucked out of the negativity that was Monday mornings.
"This is Cab 451 going for a break," Max keyed the microphone. He wasn't having a very good evening and rent was due.
"Sure thing, Max," the dispatch came through the speaker. "Have a good one."
"As good as one can get," he keyed back.
Max pulled his cab into the coffee shop and didn't know what else to do. He sat behind the wheel of the cab staring out into the coffee shop; he felt like he should be elsewhere doing something productive instead of wasting away driving cab.
He was listening to the radio and was about to turn it off when a tune came on and he let his fingers hover over the control. The song was stirring something inside him and he caught this flash of an image.
Red flowing hair.
He reached for the book that was beside him - The Mind of God by Paul Davies - and then he exited the cab.
"Heya Max," a voice called out. "There you are, I've been looking for you for a long while now."
Max stopped and looked; he saw a young girl standing there with a smile, dressed in a school uniform. She was a little young to be on her own at this time of night and without any adult supervision. No recollection ever appeared to him, she was just a stranger who had the upper hand at the moment.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
> Chance in Plureality 2
Professor, we're picking up the Angel and the Gargoyle again....
The rush of air blasted by, sending Darius' coat in wild waves of movement.
His arms remained crossed, propping him up on the edge of the bridge. He stared over the ledge down below.
A clattering noise echoed out of the empty canal and rose up to disappear into the evening traffic of the streets.
Darius wrapped a hand around his face, and realized he needed a shave. Though he still stared down with an odd look of bemusement. A small green piece of what could have been stone moved nearby on the bridge ledge. Twofeathers sidled up to Darius, climbing up his arm to perch on his shoulder with her small claws. The passing cars splayed his hair into a tangled mess around her. Which she, amidst coughs and sputters, managed to get free from.
"What are we doing here Darius?" the little gargoyle chirped.
"I had to check on something... part of the reason I need to find Max," Darius answered, pointing down into the canal, as he reached into his coat for a pack of cigarettes.
Twofeathers leaned out from her perch on Darius' shoulder; waving smoke from the cigarette he was lighting away from her face with a clawed hand.
"Wait.... is that?" She stared with some amount of shock.
The clattering noises rose up from the canal again. As a car zoomed through a puddle behind them.
"Yes, I do believe it is..." Darius said, turning from the railing.
"Oh... " Twofeathers said quietly.
Down in the canal, a scruffy looking kid rolled back and forth through the canal on a skateboard. He wasn't pulling any tricks, just rolling back and forth, occasionally skidding to stops here and there before changing his direction. All the while flipping through a black leather book he carried.
A strange sense of deja vu took the young man at that point. He stopped the board, and looked up upwards to the bridge overhead.
Seeing nothing, he tucked the book into his long, worn trench coat, figured it was time for lunch, and rolled off down the canal.
A clattering noise echoed out of the empty canal and rose up to disappear into the evening traffic of the streets.
Darius wrapped a hand around his face, and realized he needed a shave. Though he still stared down with an odd look of bemusement. A small green piece of what could have been stone moved nearby on the bridge ledge. Twofeathers sidled up to Darius, climbing up his arm to perch on his shoulder with her small claws. The passing cars splayed his hair into a tangled mess around her. Which she, amidst coughs and sputters, managed to get free from.
"What are we doing here Darius?" the little gargoyle chirped.
"I had to check on something... part of the reason I need to find Max," Darius answered, pointing down into the canal, as he reached into his coat for a pack of cigarettes.
Twofeathers leaned out from her perch on Darius' shoulder; waving smoke from the cigarette he was lighting away from her face with a clawed hand.
"Wait.... is that?" She stared with some amount of shock.
The clattering noises rose up from the canal again. As a car zoomed through a puddle behind them.
"Yes, I do believe it is..." Darius said, turning from the railing.
"Oh... " Twofeathers said quietly.
Down in the canal, a scruffy looking kid rolled back and forth through the canal on a skateboard. He wasn't pulling any tricks, just rolling back and forth, occasionally skidding to stops here and there before changing his direction. All the while flipping through a black leather book he carried.
A strange sense of deja vu took the young man at that point. He stopped the board, and looked up upwards to the bridge overhead.
Seeing nothing, he tucked the book into his long, worn trench coat, figured it was time for lunch, and rolled off down the canal.
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