Welcome to the
third part 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…….
INT. MOTEL ROOM - MORNING
James sits drinking coffee and typing on his laptop on the table in
his motel room. Judging from the rustic 1970s decor, this lodge has seen better
days.
Over his shoulder, a young and vibrant CHARLOTTE COLLINS smiles
back at him. He scrolls down to read the
article on her disappearance. Picking up his cell phone, he proceeds to dial.
JAMES
Hello, is
Detective Mason available?
James listens.
JAMES (CONT'D)
I'm James
Rogers. I'm with the Surrey Sentinel. Yeah, the college paper. We're on a break
and I was doing an article on some of the recent disappearances on campuses. I
wanted to talk to him about the Charlotte Collins case.
James nods his head a few times.
JAMES (CONT'D)
If you
could give him my message. He can reach me at 236-555-9220. Thanks. I'm staying
at the Evergreen Motel.
James places his cell in his jeans pocket and goes back to reading the
article.
INT. OFFICE - AFTERNOON
Ben is pouring over various tomes at his desk. He is reading the Book
of Enoch. Closing the book, he takes his glasses off and puts them on the desk.
Leaning back in his chair, he closes his eyes.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT- 10 YEARS AGO
A beautiful brunette woman in her 40's sits in front of a mirror
absentmindedly brushing her hair. This is Ben Collins' wife, Claire. In the background, we see Ben. He is just
watching her. She catches his eye in the mirror and immediately stops what
she's doing.
BEN
We have
to talk.
Claire places her brush on the vanity table. She sighs deeply.
CLAIRE
There's
nothing to say, Ben.
Ben enters the room and sits down on the bed in front of her. She
doesn't turn around to face him. Instead, she remains looking at him through
the mirror.
BEN
We don't
even talk about Charlotte anymore. You don't ask if the police found anything.
It's like she didn't exist.
CLAIRE
I can't
talk about it anymore, Ben. She's gone. I loved my daughter. I miss her but I
can't continue to obsess over it. That's all you do anymore. You walk around
here, you don't work, we don't talk....you've become a ghost. A shell of the
man I married.
Her voice trails off. Tears spill from her eyes. Ben is also
emotional.
BEN
Damn it,
Claire! You shut me out. I tried reaching out to you but you never responded. I
want to know what happened. I have the right.
CLAIRE
You have
the right! But it has become your world. You spend every waking hour going over
her case. It is all you can think about. Meanwhile, I am still here, Ben! She's
not coming back! We have to live with it.
Claire breaks down and starts to sob. Ben stands up and goes over to
her. He attempts to take her into his arms but she pushes him away.
CLAIRE (CONT'D)
Don't
touch me! It's too late.
Ben looks shell shocked.
BEN
What do
you mean?
CLAIRE
I can't
do this anymore, Ben. I want a divorce.
BEN
Do I have
a say in any of this? Do you care how I feel?
CLAIRE
There's
no point. We're past that.
They look at one another. Even without words, the pain is unbearable.
INT. OFFICE - EVENING
Ben jolts awake. He stares at
the picture of Charlotte on his desk.
INT. COMPUTER LAB - NIGHT
Matt is sitting in front of a monitor. His forehead is wrinkled in
concentration. Working away, he doesn't notice that Devin has entered the room.
DEVIN
Hey!
Startled out of his zone, Matt nearly jumps out of his seat.
MATT
Wow! You
could've knocked, man.
Devin smiles and sits down at the monitor next to Matt.
DEVIN
Sorry.
You're awfully edgy.
MATT
Just
making sure everything is ready.
Petra and Sophie enter the room.
Devin immediately lightens up when he sees Sophie. Petra sits down on the other side of Matt.
Sophie follows suit sitting next to Devin.
DEVIN
Everybody
ready?
MATT
Good to
go, boss.
Sophie places her hand on Devin's leg. They look at one another.
DEVIN
Time to
play.
Devin logs into the game. The following disclaimer explodes on to the
screen. Play Sudden Death if you dare! Must be 18 to play. Real time. Real
life. Once you enter, you cannot leave! Devin hesitates slightly before
clicking the ENTER button. He presses it. The screen fades to black.
DEVIN (CONT'D)
Matt,
anything going on?
Matt shakes his head no. Devin turns his attention to the black
screen. Enter your credit card number appears in red letters. Devin
removes his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and begins to type in the
information. Once he is finished, the screen goes dark again.
MATT
Wait a
minute....
Matt peers at the screen. He moves closer.
MATT (CONT'D)
Dev.....
DEVIN
Yeah?
MATT
Something
trippy is happening. I can't ....
Interspersed with the regular
code, the following words can be seen.
MATT (CONT'D)
Get out,
Dev. NOW!!!!
Matt starts frantically typing. Devin tries to shut down the game.
DEVIN
I
can't. What's going on?
MATT
I don't
know. These random words just appeared in the code. I try to counter command
and they keep repeating. I'm going to see if I can delete it.
PETRA
Come on,
Matt!
MATT
I'm doing
the best I can. Fuck!
SOPHIE
I told
you this was a bad idea, Devin!
Matt hits the enter key. The screen goes blank and so does Devin's
screen.
PETRA
What the
hell just happened?
MATT
I don't
know. The code was working as expected and then all of a sudden, these strange
words started appearing. They are like nothing I have ever seen.
DEVIN
Can you
remember any of the words?
Matt closes his eyes.
MATT
Negeltu...Sepsu...that's
about it. All I know is it creeped me
the fuck out. I have never seen anything like it.
SOPHIE
What
happens now?
DEVIN
Honestly,
I don't know.
The group look at one another fear in each other's eyes.
PETRA
What did
we just do?
Sophie shivers.
SOPHIE
We
shouldn't have done this. Devin, I told
you....
DEVIN
Okay,
before we get all caught up in whatever is going on, nothing has happened. No
fire, no brimstone. We are very much alive. Matt probably found a bug or
defect.
Sophie shakes her head slowly.
SOPHIE
No,
Devin. We found it. It knows we are here.
Devin takes Sophie's hands in his.
DEVIN
Look at
me, Soph. We are going to be okay.
SOPHIE
For our
sakes, I hope you are right, Devin.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Ben is sitting by the bed of his daughter, Charlotte. She is in a
coma. He quietly holds her hand. The fluorescent
light above her bed starts to flicker on and off. Ben stares at it for a
moment. Then it goes out. The room becomes dark. Various lights on Charlotte's
life support system start turning off.
Standing up, Ben starts yelling.
BEN
Nurse!
He strides quickly to the
open door which slams shut. Agitated, Ben tries to open it but cannot. He turns
around to see Charlotte rising from the bed. She yanks the tube from her throat
bringing up a fountain of grey green mucus. Methodically, she rips the IV drip
from her arm causing a gush of warm, crimson to fall on to her gown. All
Ben can do is stand there and watch the scene before him with a look of horror
on his face.
Charlotte continues shuffling toward Ben.
Standing before him, she slowly lifts her head to reveal charred skin and ultra-bloodshot eyes burning like coal embers. Her mouth opens wide to expose
sharp-shredded rare steak teeth dripping with oozing molten lava pus.
CHARLOTTE
I love
you, Daddy!
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Ben bolts upright in his bed drenched in sweat. The expression on his
face is one of absolute terror.
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
Matt is staring at the ceiling. He swings his legs out of the bed and
sits on the edge running his fingers through his hair. Standing up he heads out
of his room toward the kitchen. Padding over to the refrigerator, he opens the
door and contemplates the selection. Matt grabs a Coke and enters the living
room. Flopping down on the couch, he turns the television on.
From behind Matt the entire room can be seen. He continues to channel
surf. Feeling a chill in the air, Matt shivers slightly. As he takes a deep
breath, the cold air becomes visible. The shape of a dark figure appears behind
him and reaches out to touch Matt on the shoulder. Matt jumps up and wildly
looks around the room like a caged animal. His eyes darting to and fro he
doesn't see anything.
The unseen figure lingers behind him. Once again, Matt feels a slight
touch, ice crystals begin to form on his shoulder. Staring in disbelief, the
ice melts and a wave of heat washes over him. It feels like someone has turned
a furnace up to 1000 degrees. The searing pain causes Matt to cry out in
anguish. Suddenly, he starts cooking from the inside out. His skin bubbling
away from the bone, he literally starts melting. His screams echo in the dark.
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