In September of 1987, fresh from college graduation and new to the city of Los Angeles, I decided to take refuge in a movie the...
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Brimorie - A New Age
Welcome to the beginning of my series, Brimorie - A New Age. Think of this as an experiment, if you will. Each month, will bring a new installment. This will be a different experience for most of my constant readers. In a sense, what you will be viewing is my script for a potential horror movie.
The characters of Brimorie (you will get introduced to him later, if you survive), Professor Ben Collins and James Rogers were created by Theresa Jacobs for her book, “Sudden Death.” If you are a fan of the supernatural and things that go bump in the night, I highly recommend that you pick it up. You won’t be able to put it down. Check it out at the following link:
Now, join me if you dare, as we step into a place where technology meets terror. Sometimes it is better to unplug. Enjoy…….
1 INT. CAR - MORNING 1
JAMES ROGERS is heading south on I-5 in his 2006 Toyota Corolla. His shaggy brown hair blowing in the breeze from his open window. The interstate is relatively quiet for a Monday morning. It is near the end of rush hour. Paint It Black blares through the speakers and fills the interior with a sense of urgency.
Welcome to Washington The Evergreen State appears briefly in the windshield and flies by as the Corolla speeds past. James glances at his dashboard clock which flashes 10:00 AM.
2 INT. OFFICE - MORNING 2
PROFESSOR BEN COLLINS sits at his desk. An HP laptop is occupying his attention. Over his shoulder a disturbing and horrifying picture of a blackened skull with flesh dripping off its cheek bones fills the screen.
Ben closes his eyes and sits back in his chair. He runs his hand through his hair. For a man in his late fifties, he still retains a youthful air about him. Sitting forward, he focuses on a picture of a pretty twenty something brunette with a brilliant smile. Reaching out, he touches the frame lightly, tracing it with his fingers.
3 EXT. COLLEGE PARKING LOT - 10 YEARS AGO 3
Chaos and a flurry of activity in slow motion surrounding a smoldering car encased in a yellow crime scene tape. An officer is taking pictures of the vehicle while several detectives talk to the crowd that has gathered.
This dream like state is abruptly shattered and the silence is replaced by noise from sirens, chatter from observers and law enforcement personnel.
A darker haired BEN COLLINS rushes toward the car.
Immediately OFFICER #1 blocks his progress.
Sir, you can’t go in there.
The hell I can’t! That’s my daughter!
The Officer firmly grabs Ben. Almost immediately a DETECTIVE approaches the two men.
Are you Ben Collins?
Where is my daughter? Is she alright?
We don’t know.
What do you mean, you don’t know?
We don’t know. She wasn’t in the vehicle
when this happened.
How did this...
The detective takes Ben by the arm and walks him to a quiet area.
From what we have gathered the car was on fire and a few witnesses said they couldn’t see anyone in it.
That doesn’t make any sense! Was she abducted?
At this point, we don’t have any answers.
Shaking his head, Ben closes his eyes. When he opens them, the pain and anguish are clearly evident. It is a struggle for him not to lash out and deck the detective.
Out of all these people you are telling me NO ONE saw a thing? A car doesn’t just go up in flames without something like a bomb or a....
We are working on it, Professor. This doesn’t make sense to any of us either. Look, I have a daughter of my own. I understand how you are feeling. Right now, you have to trust us.
Ben locks eyes with the detective. His jaw tenses. Taking a deep breath, he swallows hard.
You better hope you find some answers, Detective. Because if you don’t I will rain down such shit on you that you will wonder what happened.
Turning around, he walks away before he can hear any response from the detective.
4 INT. OFFICE - PRESENT DAY 4
Ben stares at the picture of his daughter.
It’s happening again, Charlotte. I tried baby. I really did.
5 EXT. SEATED AREA OUTSIDE A POPULAR FAST FOOD JOINT - DAY 5
James takes a sip of his soda and checks his phone for messages. Sighing, he scrolls down to see several missed calls from ISABELLE.
He dials the phone.
It’s me. I know you’re pissed. I’m okay. I had to do this. I have to make this right and the only person that can help is Professor Collins. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I’m sorry, Isabelle.
James ends the call. He stares at his drink.
6 EXT. STUDENT UNION OF PIKE COLLEGE- AFTERNOON 6
Four students are sitting at a table congregated around a tablet. It is apparent that they are vastly different from their classmates. The smell of intelligence surrounds them.
DEVIN MCKENZIE, a clean-cut blond with horn rimmed glasses is staring intently at the screen of his iPad at the various names and dates before him.
It’s really weird. Apparently, all these kids vanished at a college in Vancouver. Crazy...
An intense looking girl with jet black hair and blue highlights, SOPHIE PARKER tosses her hair to one side. Clad in an old SEX PISTOLS t-shirt and ripped jeans she could pass for a young Chrissie Hynde.
That is freaky. It says that eyewitness accounts talk about a mist and spontaneous combustion!
MATT DAVIES, a computer geek runs his hand through his longish JIM MORRISON locks. A subtle smirk on his face, he nods his head stroking his beard thoughtfully.
A rather bookish girl with cat eye glasses and beautiful lustrous red hair, punches Matt in the shoulder. Matt fake winces. This is PETRA MILLER.
This is serious, idiot. I heard from a friend of mine who has a sister that goes to Sussex confirmed the Vancouver story. Apparently, they are still looking for the missing kids. Something about an app on their phone.
Yeah. They downloaded some game, that’s all I know.
Is there any way you can find out what app?
Petra’s eyes narrow as it dawns on her why Matt wants to know the name of the app.
Don’t get any ideas, Steve Jobs. We don’t want to mess around with something like that.
Logically speaking, I don’t see how an app could make people disappear into thin air.
I don’t want to find out.
Aren’t you even a little bit curious?
Curious, yes. Stupid, no.
Matt rolls his eyes heavenward.
You know I am a programming major, right? All I need to do is take a look at the code and see what’s up. Nothing will happen to us.
Famous last words.
Petra looks over at Devin who appears to be lost in thought.
Hey, Dev? You still with us?
So, what do you think? Are you in?
I don’t know if this is such a good idea.
We can treat it like an experiment. Controlled circumstances. If Matt sees something not working right, we bail.
I guess it’s up to me to get the name of this app?
Matt throws his arm around Petra’s shoulder.
If you get the info, I will be forever in your debt.
Really? That sounds promising.
Look, I hate to break up this love fest but I don’t want to be late for Physics. How about we meet at The Town Crier at 9?
Deal! What’s that, Petra? Beer is on you?
Really? Honestly, Matt...
Before Petra can do anything, Matt pulls her into his arms.
Resistance is futile, baby. Just give in.
Petra pushes him away.
See you guys, later.
Devin starts walking away but notices that Sophie is hanging behind. He stops.
You okay, Soph?
Yeah. I just don’t have a good feeling about this, Dev.
Look, I know how enthusiastic Matt can be but trust me, if it gets dangerous, I’ll rein it in. Promise.
Sophie shakes her head. She catches up to Devin and they walk toward the center of campus.
TO BE CONTINUED.... I hope you enjoyed the first part of my serial. See you next month.Follow my blog with Bloglovin