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Last edited by banshee; 01-05-2006 at 05:57 AM.
Rufus: Based on what I read, he’s a Jamaican looking guy, the crazy hair and all. Orange long sleeve shirt, with a white short sleeve shirt poking through.
Gooden Plentiful: Blonde, well endowed, the usual. She’s wearing a blue dress, with the opening on the chest. She was at dinner with James when Rufus attacked and kidnapped her, leaving Bond with clues to his whereabouts
Eyeballs Mulroney: Strong built guy. Looks like a British thug. Kind of like the leader of the “Manchester Fan Club” from “Euro trip”
PAGE 1 (five panels)
Small panel of Bond, who’s ducking for some cover. We’re close up on his face. It looks like an image taken off of a screen.
Now we’re looking at a larger scene, and it’s clear that the smaller image came from here. It’s Rufus, his back to us, looking at a large screen of what is going on. He’s got his hands folded behind his back.
BOND: Agent Under Fire! Needs back up!
Now we’re facing Rufus, who’s got a concerned look on his face. Looking past him to Gooden Plentiful, who’s struggling around a bit.
We see something fallen from her hand, a pick of some kind, which she was going to use to cut her bonds and try to escape.
SOUND FX: CL-LANK
RUFUS (of panel): Don’t try to ESCAPE Ms. Plentiful…
Rufus is looking over his shoulder. He’s very cold, and very distant in his look.
RUFUS: …Even if you GOT free, I have men WAITING outside. You wouldn’t even make it to the DOOR before you were caught AGAIN.
PAGE 2 (six panels)
Rufus is turning back to the screen, where Bond is still under attack, but seems to be retaliating.
BOND: Q…how do I engage the mini-rockets?
GOODEN (off panel): You’ll never get James. He’s too good an agent.
RUFUS: And you are no good at all.
Gooden, close up, surprised. Eyes a bit wide, a little shocked to hear it.
GOODEN: Not…good? Do you have any idea who I—
Rufus has turned around, his full attention on her.
RUFUS: I have captured you TWICE. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”
RUFUS (connected): Seems that you are indeed nothing but a FOOL.
Rufus is nearing Gooden, who is still tied up in her chair. She’s made no attempts at trying to escape since her last one failed.
GOODEN: And I guess you must be a fool too.
GOODEN (connected): Only a fool would BELIVE he could BEST 007
Rufus lashes out, smacking Gooden with the back of his hand. He’s pissed off.
Rufus is turned away, walking back to his station, still pissed off by what Gooden has said.
RUFUS: No more out of you.
PAGE THREE (five panels)
Gooden, her mouth bleeding a bit, but she knows that she’s hit a soft spot. She’s got a slight smile on her face.
GOODEN: Oh…did I HIT a NERVE?
GOODEN2: Could it BE that I am RIGHT?
RUFUS (off panel): NO…
Rufus has turned the screen off, and is now leaning against his console.
RUFUS: …I’m just NOT having ANY FUN.
Gooden is now attempting her second escape, having picked up the pick with her toes, and passing it slowly under her dress to cut her feet loose.
GOODEN (connected): You call putting LIVES at STAKE FUN?
Close up of Rufus, who’s now smiling. He’s starting to remember why he went ahead with the plan.
RUFUS2: That’s ALL it IS. BESTING James Bond. OUTSMARTING 007.
RUFUS2 (connected): All for FUN.
Panoramic shot of Gooden and Rufus, at opposite ends of the room. Rufus still leaning on his console, Gooden still tied into her chair. We’re a bit of a distance away.
GOODEN: You REALLY are a SICK BASTARD.
PAGE FOUR (four panels)
We’re seeing Gooden’s feet cutting at the bonds. She’s very clever with her feet like that…
GOODEN: WHY keep going if it’s NOT FUN?
GOODEN2: WHY keep doing something for which there is NO meaning?
Rufus is starting to lose that vigor he had a moment ago.
RUFUS: I was EMBARRESED.
The door is opening, revealing Eyeballs Mulroney who is entering into the room. He’s got some papers under his arm.
GOODEN: Why not just STOP it? Why not just leave us ALONE?
Eyeballs walks into the room, and he’s now listening intently to what’s going on. He’s got his gun at his side.
PAGE 5 (five panels)
Gooden is leaning in a bit, showing some interest in the topic.
GOODEN: Yes! Why…you’re a SMART man. Why not just use it for GOOD?
Rufus is starting to walk toward Mulroney, his arms crossed over his chest.
RUFUS (connected): Mulroney, what do YOU think about THIS?
Mulroney is close up, and he’s got a mad look on his face. He’s like some British thug.
MULRONEY: GOOD is BAD. EVIL is FUN.
Rufus puts a hand on Mulroney’s shoulder. He laughs a bit.
RUFUS2: This was the FIRST man I BRAINWASHED. OBVIOUSLY, results were POSITIVE.
Rufus takes the papers from Mulroney, and motions him towards the door again.
RUFUS: Thank you EYEBALLS. Seems things are going EXACTLY to PLAN.
PAGE 6 (five panels)
Rufus throws down the papers on the console. He’s smiling once more.
RUFUS: I must ADMIT, Ms. Plentiful, it was a GOOD EFFORT.
RUFUS2: But all for NAUGHT.
Rufus removes his shirt.
RUFUS: I will NOT turn back now. I’ve INVESTED too MUCH into this.
Side shot of Rufus and Gooden. Gooden looks surprised. She can’t believe what she’s seeing. Rufus is undoing his pants.
RUFUS: Now, while events UNFOLD…
RUFUS: …WE’RE going to have some FUN.
Gooden smiles, her face half covered by her hair, in a seductive looking pose.
GOODEN: Why Rufus…if you wanted me to help you get OFF…
Gooden gives him a hefty kick in the balls.
GOODEN: …You should have ASKED!
-END of Submission-
An attractive brunette in her twenties and “top heavy” (trying not to be crude). She is wearing a red and blue leather cat-suit.
Well built man in his thirties with heavily styled blonde hair and is wearing a tight-fitting black and purple cat suit, with tassels! His body movement and facial expressions are quite obviously those of a suppressed homosexual.
Think “Odd Job“.
A high angle shot looking down on a small, undecorated room with bare floorboards and white walls. It is empty, except from an unconscious and bruised Gooden Plentiful, tied up by rope in a chair. Standing nearby is Rufus Botswana and Eyeballs Mulroney guards the door.
Closer on Gooden, as she slowly becomes conscious. She has fresh bruises on her face and appears weary with pain.
RUFUS (op): Ah, Ms Plentiful… how nice of you to join us.
RUFUS: I trust your appointment with my assistant was satisfactory. I see it has had an affect on you…
We look up to Rufus. He smiles with a nice dose of sleaze.
RUFUS: …but I’m not a fussy man.
Small panel. Close on a flying blob of saliva and mucus that Gooden spits.
Top half shot of Rufus, wiping the spit from his cheek. He looks a little disgusted but the pleasure of the feeling of power overrides any ill feeling.
RUFUS: I really should’ve learned my lesson by now.
RUFUS: But neigh… C’est La Vie… I’ll just have to have you killed.
Close on Gooden’s head and shoulders, now gained full consciousness. She looks nervous and leans away as Rufus’ hand holds a small pistol to the side of her head.
Rufus (op): Such a shame…
Similar composition to page 1 panel 6. Still frightened, she desperately searches her brain for time-wasting tactics.
GOODEN: Er… shouldn’t you be telling me your plan before you kill me?
Quite close on Rufus. He strokes his chin as he thinks, but at this time appears quite sceptical.
We pull out to almost a full shot of Rufus, looking up to him slightly. He looks smug and passive.
RUFUS: Very well… I’ll conform to generic conventions and tell you my evil plan.
A mid-shot from behind Gooden, who is still tied in the chair, with Rufus pacing back and forth in front of her. In the background, near the door to the room, Eyeballs stares ahead blankly with arms folded.
RUFUS: After the 007’s unfortunate “magma related mishap”, I was able to bring back to life all of his former adversaries with no real challenge…
RUFUS: …except from you of course, useless female.
Full shot of Gooden sitting in the chair, looking up to Rufus, who we see some of in this panel, but we focus on Gooden.
RUFUS (op): Anyway, with these villains as a diversion, I was able to hatch a most splendidly mischievous plan to contaminate London’s water system to kill all you rotten woman.
GOODEN: Why? Why? Why would you do that?
We look up to Rufus’ face, smiling like your typical Bond villain.
Mid-shot focusing on the two of them, both in panel. Gooden is calmer now but still guarded and Rufus looks rather bitter and spiteful.
RUFUS: I’ve always hated your sort, ever since puberty. Every woman I approached from then on either shrieked in horror or slapped me in the face. Literally.
RUFUS: I don’t understand it. I mean, when ever I look in the mirror I see a fine specimen of a man…
Top half shot of Rufus. He looks vein and confused. He strokes his face with affection.
RUFUS: Smooth skin, chiselled jaw-line, washboard stomach. I’ve always been a strapping young lad.
RUFUS: There’s nothing wrong with me, so I’ll just have to poison them. All of them.
Focusing on Gooden in the chair as she looks up and considers Rufus’ remarks carefully.
Mid shot of Rufus and Gooden. She is still defensive, but is clearly more comfortable in bending the rules of hostage-taker/hostage.
GOODEN: Er… may I make a suggestion?
RUFUS: Yes. Be my guest… before I shoot you in the face that is.
Closer on Gooden, trying to look sympathetic but at the same time rather smug.
GOODEN: With all due respect, I don’t think you want to kill the women for revenge…
Top half shot of Rufus leaning back a little in shock. He doesn’t know whether to be thankful or offended.
GOODEN (op): …I think you want all the men to yourself.
Long shot of the whole room from behind Gooden. Rufus thinks and Eyeballs scratches his head in disbelief in the background.
RUFUS: Mmmm… perhaps you are right.
We look across to Eyeballs, who leans back uncomfortably.
Long shot of Rufus walking purposefully towards the increasingly uncomfortable looking Eyeballs, both in profile.
RUFUS: Take Mr. Mulroney for instance… I always get this funny feeling when he shows me his collection of celebrity eyeballs.
We look over Rufus’ shoulder who is standing right in front of eyeballs now, who looks across to Gooden (off panel) with true desperation.
RUFUS: I always thought it was the sight of Tom Cruise’s eyes on a kebab skewer that did it, but maybe it was something else.
EYEBALLS: Er… are you sure you haven’t got it wrong Ms Plentiful?
Extreme close up on Gooden’s mouth, smiling.
High angle shot looking down on the room. Rufus has turned back and walks towards Gooden and Eyeballs wipes his forehead in relief.
Front mid-shot of the top of Gooden’s head in the foreground with Rufus behind her bending over a little to untie the rope from her hands.
RUFUS: I could kill you, but the smell of a rotting corpse can really kill a romantic mood.
Close on the rope and Rufus’ hands as he unties her.
RUFUS (op): So you can go, just don’t tell my parents about this. They’re pretty traditionalist super villains so I’ll have to break it to them gently.
Mid-shot of Gooden getting up off the chair and walking away from Rufus, towards the door.
RUFUS: Me and my new “more than friend” are going to enjoy our time together for a few minutes…
RUFUS: …or a few hours…
From Rufus’ P.O.V, we look across to Gooden who opens the door, with a comfortable smile on her face. Standing beside, is a terrified Eyeballs=, sweating.
GOODEN: You tell me all the gory details, okay?
RUFUS (op): Sure thing sweetie!
We move close in on Eyeballs’ face, in fear.
High angle shot looking down on the room, now with Gooden gone. Rufus paces towards Eyeballs slowly, cracking his knuckles.
RUFUS: Ah. Alone at last.
Rufus’ top half looking and walking towards us. He is cracking his knuckles and smiles with anticipation.
RUFUS: Now where did I put those gloves?
Wide shot from inside the control room. The room looks sterile, with a polished floor and walls made of stainless steel. It is a large room, with more than enough area to accommodate the seven characters in this scene and the three large computer monitors (not visible in this shot) on the wall opposite door. The sliding metal doors, the only entrance to the room, are open and we see Eyeballs shove Gooden roughly into the room. We can see two guards inside the room, one on each side of the door. The guards are dressed in identical suits, with visors similar to the one Cyclops of the X-Men wears.
RUFUS (OP): Blue Leader, level 1 security is clear. Proceed to level 2.
BLUE LEADER ( ON RADIO, OP): Roger that!
Opposite angle. We look past Eyeballs and Gooden to see Rufus standing in front of 3 large monitors high on the wall above a bank of computers. There are two more identically dressed guards, one on each side of the computer bank, standing underneath the monitors.
EYEBALLS: Look who I caught sneaking around outside.
Medium shot of Rufus from behind. He does not turn around, but turns his head to the side to speak to Eyeballs.
RUFUS: Just kill her.
Small panel: A guard raises his pistol.
Small panel: Another guard (from a different angle) raised his pistol.
High, wide shot. The four guards have closed in on Gooden and are all pointing their weapons at her.
Close on Eyeballs. He is excited, almost scared.
Eyeballs, pointing an angry finger (at Rufus, OP)
EYEBALLS: First of all, you don’t give orders around here!
EYEBALLS: Second, she knows about the company.
Head and shoulder shot of Rufus. He has one amused eyebrow raised. He still has not turned away from the computers to face either Gooden or Eyeballs. Over his shoulder we can see Gooden standing some distance behind him.
RUFUS: The company?
GOODEN: Columns Four.
Rufus has now turned to Gooden and stares her down. He is still amused.
RUFUS: Are you referring to the mythological pillars the Gods placed at the four corners of the Earth to hold up the Heavens?
GOODEN: Nice try. I mean the criminal alliance spread over four continents bent on seizing world power.
RUFUS: I see.
Rufus turns to Eyeballs.
RUFUS: All the more reason to kill her.
EYEBALLS: We have to find out how much she knows and how much she has reported to her superiors.
Small panel: A guard lowers his weapon.
Small panel: Another guard (from a different angle) lowers his weapon.
Rufus stands near a guard’s side and looks at him. The guard does not look at Rufus, he simply looks straight ahead.
RUFUS: Based on the sentries’ reactions, your logic seems to have some degree of merit.
We can see Gooden in the foreground, and Eyeballs a few steps behind her. Eyeballs shrugs smugly. Gooden is looking off panel at Rufus.
EYEBALLS: Of course.
GOODEN: What the hell does that mean? And why is Eyeballs giving the orders?
Wide shot. Rufus, Gooden and Eyeballs stand near a guard. Gooden is more interested in the guard than the others.
RUFUS: To address your first question: the sentries are – how to put it? PROGRAMMED. They are programmed to always act in the best interest of Columns Four.
GOODEN: They’ve been brainwashed?
EYEBALLS: “Programmed Loyalty”. That’s what we call it. They’ve also got tiny computers implanted in their brain so they can make complex split-second decisions based on logic without emotion and…
Gooden turns her back on Eyeballs to speak to Rufus (OP). Eyeballs, behind her, is annoyed that she is ignoring him and tries to regain her attention.
GOODEN: Rufus, is this more of your sorcery?
Medium shot of Eyeballs.
EYEBALLS: Columns Four supplied these guards to make sure Rufus didn’t double cross the company. I'm also from Columns Four. It's my job to keep an eye on this operation.
Low, medium shot of Rufus, once again amused. As we look up and past him we can see the computer screens on the wall behind him.
RUFUS: And I believe THAT addresses your second question.
RED LEADER (RADIO, OP): Red team in place. Awaiting security override.
The left most computer screen. Basically a video feed showing the progress of the blue team. It looks like a heads up display from a video game. We can see men dressed in black crouched low and sneaking through a hallway. Letters overlaid on the screen read “BLUE TEAM” and “WATER TREATMENT FACILITY”.
Tight shot on Gooden’s eyes. They show no emotion, just curiosity.
The right most computer screen. Similar to panel 1. We can see men in radiation suits sneaking through a door. Letters on the screen read “RED TEAM” and “NUCLEAR POWER PLANT”.
Tight shot on Gooden’s eyes, similar to panel 2. Now they show concern.
The center computer screen. This is a computer screen, not a camera. Text on the screen reads “ETA TO WATER SUPPLY CONTAMINATION: 4 MINUTES” and “ESTIMATED IMMEDIATE CASUALTIES 20,000”
Tight shot on Gooden’s eyes. Now her eyes tell us she is alarmed!
Rufus is turned to the computer console typing in security codes. We can see Gooden standing behind him, still surrounded by guards.
RUFUS: Security cleared. Proceed to next level.
RED LEADER (RADIO): Roger that!
GOODEN: Rufus, this doesn’t sound like one of your schemes.
RUFUS: You are perceptive, as usual.
Rufus has turned back to address Gooden. Eyeballs is carefully standing outside the square formed by the guards.
RUFUS: This plan was dictated to me by Columns Four.
GOODEN: Why would they want to contaminate the water supply? And why are YOU doing it for them?
EYEBALLS: Think of it as an entrance exam.
Eyeballs explains, as if it was all his plan.
EYEBALLS: Without water, London will be in chaos. Citizens will riot. The government will become distracted, weak, and vulnerable. Columns Four will secretly assume control.
EYEBALLS: If he is able to facilitate this, Rufus will have proven his worth and will be granted admission into Columns Four.
Gooden and Rufus. Gooden is trying to reason with Rufus. Rufus is contemplating her words, his fingers pulling on his chin as he thinks.
GOODEN: Rufus, you’ve built your own empire. You’re in charge!
GOODEN: Why are you interested in becoming subordinate to Columns Four?
RUFUS: That is a question I’ve been asking myself.
Eyeballs stands beside a guard. He is getting excited now.
EYEBALLS: POWER! That’s why.
EYEBALLS: Columns Four is controlled by four masterminds, each with their own agenda. Each one uses their own resources to jockey for power within the organization. Each of the masterminds must continually become stronger to retain his position. As each faction becomes stronger, the organization becomes stronger.
Head and shoulders of Gooden as she explains to Rufus. She seems confident now.
GOODEN: There’s your answer, Rufus. You’re directing your resources at the wrong target.
GOODEN: Instead of taking orders from them…
Close on Eyeballs. He is excited and terrified.
GOODEN (OP): …you should assume control of Columns Four!
Eyeballs runs up to Gooden, inside the guard’s square. The guards are standing still, not reacting. Rufus stands near a guard examining him thoughtfully.
EYEBALLS: Do you know what you’re saying?
EYEBALLS: The guards! With their computer enhanced brains they’ll take that statement and follow it to its logical conclusion and kill you for threatening the company!
RUFUS: And yet, they’re not moving.
GOODEN: Of course not!
GOODEN: It doesn’t take a computerized brain to know that a single focused leader is better for the company than four power mad pretenders fighting for the throne!
We see Rufus, standing near a guard and looking confident at Eyeballs. Eyeballs is obviously nervous.
RUFUS: The guards were programmed to always act in the best interest of Columns Four. That is what you said isn’t it? I believe, and they seem to agree with me, that the best thing for the company is for me to take over.
EYEBALLS: I’ll kill you myself before I let that happen.
Small panel: A guard raises his weapon.
Small panel: Another guard, from another angle raises his weapon.
Wide shot. We can see all three characters and all four guards. All the guards are pointing their weapons at Eyeballs. The guard nearest Eyeballs has his pistol aimed at the side of Eyeball’s head at point blank range.
Small panel. Close on Eyeballs as a guard’s pistol presses against his temple. He is genuinely frightened now.
Rufus and Gooden stand beside each other in front of the computer monitors. They are looking at each other. Gooden looks relieved, Rufus amused and excited.
RED LEADER (RADIO): Read team in position. Awaiting order to release radiation into the water supply.
RUFUS: Hold short Red Leader. There has been a change of plans.
It is night. Rufus Stands Silhouetted in front of a floor to ceiling window in a unfinished high rise suite. Rufus is wide shouldered and lean, naked from the waste up, his head is a wild mass of dreadlocks. He leans with his head lowered and pressed against the glass. The city of London Stretches out into darkness far below him. He is illuminated In only one long sliver from an open door off panel somewhere behind him.
I told you I was not to be disturbed --
We have captured the girl.
Closer on Rufus, silhouetted from behind. His head is now turned and raised.
It’s the basement of the building. It is dark and dingy, rusted pipes, cobwebs and clutter. James emerges from a sewer access panel in the floor.
Gooden is sprawled on the floor where Eyeballs has just thrown her. She wears a torn and dirty evening gown and is nursing a bloody lip. All is dark except the wedge of light that is streaming thru the door behind her where Eyeballs now stands. Eyeballs is back lit in the door frame. still we can see he is a squat heavy man with a bald sweaty head and very thick round glasses which give his eyes a shrunken beady appearance. He wears a white suit and carries a very large gun. Gooden glares with hate at Eyeballs who is wearing an evil grin.
It is time. . .
Close up of Gooden’s Face, her eyes wide, suddenly full of fear and surprise. Rufus can be seen, still silhouetted behind her.
. . . for the birth of a new world!
Full frontal shot of Rufus standing in the center of a circle of magical runes, his arms raising at his sides as he commands the candles and braziers around him to burst to life. He is crazed, his body marked with magical symbols and his face streaked vertically down his cheeks in red. Bones and bits of rubbish are entwined in his dreadlocks and scraggly beard. Around his neck hangs a necklace of bloody thumbs. His only clothing is a pair of oversized stained pants which appear much too large for his frame.
Soon de spell will be complete and dees chamber will burn wid de power
of seven million agonized dets!
Gooden still on the ground, shields her eyes from the sudden blaze. Behind her eyeballs has moved towards a table of nasty looking implements of torture. He is mostly in the shadows, but we can make out his white suite and glasses.
My God Rufus . . .
Closing in on the face of Rufus as he gazes unfocused into the heights, his eyes are wide, filled with madness and awe.
De fire dat will burn dees weak world away . . .
will make me a GOD!
Closing in on Gooden’s face. She now wears a look of incredulous disbelief. In the background we see Eyeballs is putting on a tiny lobster bib and a pair of very large yellow rubber gloves, taking no notice at all of the conversation between Gooden and Rufus.
. . . you look awful!
Average office hallway with fake plants and inspirational posters on the walls. James, wearing a very soiled white cocktail jacket and black slim trousers, emerges from a broom closet to attack a guard, in a military style black swat team uniform, in the face with a wet mop. The sign by the wall indicates it’s the third floor.
On left we see Rufus with a look of interrupted confusion. On the right stands Gooden looking sorry, as if she is about to break some very bad news. In between and in the background is Eyeballs utterly absorbed in finding the perfect torture implement his little pink tongue sticking out of his fat piggy face.
Anguished cries will herald my ascension--
I mean really, this whole voodoo thing. . . it’s sort of well,. . .skeevie. . .
-- I will be a God of Pain. . . and, um. . . what?!!
Dark office building break room. One guard is sprawled against the wall as James smashes another guard in the face with a scalding pot of coffee.
Gooden’s face looking repulsed.
When we met, you were all private jets and hot tubs
and now your like, all goats blood and fish heads. . .
Eyeballs looking quite satisfied with himself, wearing a grin and holding up his favorite hooked, barbed, pokey thing.
Rufus looking entirely derailed, holding up a dripping dead chicken by the feet
Dey’re chicken heads. . .
Gooden’s face looking utterly disgusted now.
. . . and this urban grunge thing. . . it’s like so 1992. . .
and MY GOD Rufus! are those THUMBS?!!. . .
Rufus looking defensive, his own thumbs hooked in the thumb necklace holding it up and away from his chest.
. . . It’s for de spell . . .
You know, Rufus. . . Image is everything. . .
Closing on Eyeballs looking confused and upset
James is on the back of a guard strangling him with a the wire from a mouse and keyboard. It has been quite a struggle as there is much furniture upset about them and the figures of several other guards strewn among the scenery. James is looking disheveled, his coat is missing a sleeve and he’s got a black eye.
The crooked plaque on the wall says this is floor 21
Rufus now angry holds the thumb necklace in one hand and points with the other. Gooden is turned away with her hand up in the ‘talk to the hand’ gesture. Eyeballs is approaching in a beseeching manor.
The red glow of the fires is replaced by the blue green glow of eldritch power as the runes around Rufus begin to glow.
. . . You know nuttin of de mystic power!. . .
Puleese!. . . No shirt. . No Shoes. . .No Service!
Sir. . . the ceremony. . . you said I could cut her!! . . .
James slides along a wire hanging from an umbrella. Below him is a very long fall. He has just crashed through a glass railing. There are guard dogs snapping at his heal. One has gone through the railing and is desperately clawing at the edge.
Rufus enraged. One hand a claw pointed towards Eyeballs, the other gripped tightly around the necklace which is now surrounded with an aura of power. Eyeballs with his hands to his throat, a look of panic on his face, sweat beading his piggy face.
. . . you said --
RUFUS!. . .
Two guards are standing duty on each side of an elevator door looking at each other surprised because the elevator door has opened with no car and a pair of two hands has reached out and grabbed each of their ankles. The hallway is white unpainted walls, air conditioning ducts and wires are exposed in the ceiling. buckets of plaster and other construction tools are along the walls.
DING! . . .SWOOSH
Rufus is now a screaming mad man, eyes bulging, spit flying while he screams. The hand pointing towards eyeballs is now clenched and raised. The hand still holding the necklace is now pointed towards Gooden.
It is awash with blue green flames that light the scene. Gooden stands defiantly with her back towards Rufus, arms crossed and quite upright. Eyeballs, his face blue and bloating, is on his knees hands desperately clenching his neck.
. . . I will show you de power of pain, BITCH!
James catches his image in a mirror that is propped against the wall. He stops to straighten his tie even though his jacket is in tatters and his hair is a mess. His face wears the smug James bond look. down the hall is a door that is just slightly ajar. Green light streams from the crack.
Close up on the door. Light from the door is now blinding.
James Looks around desperately looking for a weapon, grabs a hammer and runs for the door.
James stands in the door, hammer ready. Gooden and Eyeballs are sprawled unconscious on the floor.
Rufus is enveloped in blinding blue flames.
thanks for adding my entry.
i think we need a fixed date for the end of voting, to halt any confusion.
it would be great to have another contest as long as we have enough people around and most of us stick roughly to the deadline (it's an important part of the industry, or so i have been told.)
can't you make it so you can see who has voted for who, to prevent cheating?
Hm...four votes and four writers...
are we the only ones who actually voted
Pretty good entries all around. I think mine's actually pretty poor compared to others.
I should've editted the Caps out....rereading it, it does get annoying...