[Panning shot] {A basement workroom. The walls are lined with shelf after shelf of books, many old, leather bound volumes with gold leaf worn away beyond legibility. Shelves are painted government green, in thick, pealing and flaking paint. The air is thick, hot, dusty, stale, motes of dust dance in the wobly light of candels that perch on nearly every corner of every surface, dripping wax of a myriad of colors, mainly black, white and red.}
[Continue Pan to the Left] {A table, covered in yellowed newspapers, taped down to the surface of the table, painted the same peeling green as the shelves. Various sharp implements, mostly covered in browned blood, and scrapings of tissue, lay scattered amid cuttings of what look to be thin slices of leather or paper. As pan continues, a scratching sound can be heard.}
[Continue Pan, up and to left]{A lone lightbulb swings on a wire above what seem to be the top of a desk. The scratching continues.}
[Pan down] {The top of a head, the back of the neck, shoulders, pull back and a young man sits at the desk. His shirt is off, upper torso wrapped thickly with bandages, obviously done himself. Blood has soaked through over most of his back, and across his sides, and is bright red. He stops, and we see him shudder, lift his hand away from the desk, and slowly dip the tip of a black quill feather into the blood soaking through his side. Just as slowly, he returns to writing, the scratching sound resumes.}
[Soundless outside shot of the house.] {Police vans, swat and fbi sit ready to rush the house. Snipers sit behind cars, aimed at the windows from all sides. The Detective stands directing movement, shouting, still soundless.}
[Close shot of the door]{Peeling mint green paint, the first swing of a door ram. Silence.}
[Close shot of the pen moving across the page]{Words are in latin, unreadable, as hand moves across the page, writing in the brown red of blood.}
[Soundless shot as SWAT moves through house]{Detective leads them to basement door, which is closed. Silent words of warning, and the door ram is brough forward, swinging towards the basement door.}
[Close shot]{Pen dips back into bloody bandages, resumes scratching sound, with labored breathing.}
[Black]
[Outside of house]{Young man is loaded into ambulance, handcuffed to strecher, amid the sounds of sirens, moving people and voices. He is still bleeding, but struggling weakly, trying to talk.}
Young man: "Must finish it! I must... It must... be... finished...No! It must be..." {O2 mask fitted over his face, silenceing him}
[In basement, sound muted, muddy.]
[Clearly, woman's voice]"He used the skin from his own back? And his own blood?"
{Muddy sound of voices}
[Clearly, man's voice]"He was still writing when we found him. Wouldn't stop. The pages are the skin of the victims, are you sure?"
{Muddy voices, pan to The Detective standing by the desk}
[Clear voice, woman 2]"Human skin, tanned. And bound. The whole book. The ink is blood, probably human...."{Trails off as Detective picks up book off of the desk, turns to the last page.}
{The Detective reads, hand wandering to the gun on his/her belt}
[Black]
[Gunshot.]
{roll credits}
Its the last part of a script I have forming in my head.... about a serial killer who kills young virgin women on each full moon, taking the skin from their backs, and gouging out their eyes. The skin is removed while they are alive, bound to a tree, the eyes removed after they are dead. He breaks their neck to make sure they are dead before removing the eyes. The eyes are never found.
The Detective, the "Hero" of the story, developes a kinship with the killer, trying to find who he is, and why he is killing. During the investigation, he begins having dreams about a burning Church and a Dragon with a human face. They are the same dreams the Killer has the night before he kills.
One day, I'll write it all out. I need a title for it. Thinking of "Book of Flesh" or something like that.
Anyway. Week two of diet. Needing to write fics that are in head, but cant really get started with that distracting me. Now, maybe i can get to work. And week 2 of Horizons beta testing. Cant say much else but WOW. Anyway. Tata for now. More tomorrow.
