Furious Angels Part 1 (Updated)

March 10, 2012 at 2:05 am (Furious Angels) (, )

Quite some time ago, I took the basic scripts from Furious Angels that I’d written back in college and gave them an update with more characters, more story, and a stronger emphasis on pushing things from a PG rating to a hard R. Since then, I’ve had some time to think about what needed to be changed and what I’d like to improve, so when I discovered that Remedy Entertainment was hiring for a writer and needed writing samples, I figured that Furious Angels seemed to fit in their wheelhouse, so I gave it an update.

What you see here is that update. Most of the changes are cosmetic with dialogue tuned a bit and the flow improved in spots. However, those who’ve read the first full version (version 2) will see a huge departure from the original concept. I was struggling with something major, and after I tried my little solution I suddenly became very excited. Let’s see if you can spot the change, and if it does indeed improve things. Enjoy the rewrite and please, more comments are very much welc0me.

Furious Angels: Part 1 [Version 3]

Written by Chris Pranger

 

Chapter 1

 

Scene 1: Dark alleyway. A man, (Donovan), slowly walks towards three other men while he starts to sing.

 

Donovan: Like a sentence of death, I’ve got no options left, I’ve got nothin’ to show now. I’m down on the ground, I’ve got seconds to live, and you can’t go now. Because love, like an invisible bullet shot me down and I’m bleedin’, yeah I’m bleedin’. And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me…

 

Pulls up a pistol with two blades attached like tusks, shooting one man in the shoulder. The actual song Furious Angels kicks in along with the title card.

 

-Man 1 stumbles as the other two scramble.

 

-Donovan zips over to Man 2, grabbing him by the face.

 

Donovan: Huh-uh.

 

-Donovan throws Man 2 backwards.

 

-Man 3 runs past Donovan, getting a roundhouse kick to the chest that sends him into the side of the building.

 

-Donovan rushes to Man 3, pulling him to his feet before slamming an elbow down onto the side of his neck, breaking it.

 

-Man 3 crumples, dead.

 

-Man 1 stumbles up to his feet while holding his shoulder. He turns and runs in the opposite direction.

 

Donovan: Nope.

 

-Donovan shoots Man 1 in the foot.

 

-Man 1 falls onto his face, his foot blown off.

 

-Man 2 starts scrambling up the fire escape.

 

-Donovan looks up and smiles before running up the wall and leaping onto the fires escape.

 

Donovan: And where could you going? Got an escape plan up there?

 

-Man 2 shakily pulls out a gun and fires it at Donovan.

 

-Donovan quickly leans out of the way as the bullet ricochets off of the metal fire escape, making a CLANG noise.

 

Donovan: Oh hoho, you should not have done that.

 

-Man 2 begins to weep, terrified before trying to run back down the fire escape.

 

-Donovan jumps forward and stabs Man 2 in the back with the bladse on his pistol.

 

-Man 2 yelps as Donovan pushes him over the edge of the fire escape railing.

 

-Donovan grabs Man 2’s foot, dangling him in the air.

 

Donovan: Bet my offer sounds reeeeeally nice right about now, doesn’t it?

 

-Donovan drops Man 2.

 

-As Man 2 falls, Donovan appears from nowhere and kicks him in the stomach in mid-air.

 

-Man 2 lands in a heap on the ground, still breathing.

 

-Donovan appears again and grabs Man 2 by the mouth pulling him up again.

 

-Donovan thrusts the blades of his pistol into Man 2’s stomach, slowly cutting him.

 

-Man 2 begins screaming violently, though these are muffled under Donovan’s gloved hand.

 

Donovan: Shhhhhhh…

 

-Donovan pulls the blades out and slashes Man 2’s throat.

 

-Man 2 falls down gargling and holding his throat, finally falling over dead.

 

-Donovan looks over his shoulder at Man 1.

 

-Man 1 continues crawling away, frantic.

 

-Donovan casually walks over, cleaning his gun as he walks.

 

-He stomps his feet down on Man 1’s back.

 

-Man 1 lets out another yelp.

 

-Donovan puts his gun away and grabs Man 1 by the hair, tilting his head up.

 

Donovan: This will all be over very soon.

 

-Donovan grabs the upper and lower parts of Man 1’s jaw and begins pulling Man 1’s head apart.

 

-Man 1 screams bloody murder as we hear the sound of his jaw being torn off.

 

-Donovan has a very demented smile on his face as blood begins squirting onto his cheeks and forehead.

 

-Finally, a loud CRACK is heard and Man 1 stops screaming.

 

Donovan: Heh…

 

-Police sirens begin fading in from the distance.

 

-Donovan looks up and behind him as the sirens become louder.

 

-Light shines down the alleyway right before hitting Donovan.

 

-Donovan disappears.

 

-Alleyway is illuminated and reveals the bodies of the three murdered men.

 

-Police 1 walks into the alleyway with his gun drawn.

 

Police 1: Holy God…

 

-Numerous police rush into the alleyway.

 

-Camera zooms up to the rooftops to reveal Donovan looming over the edge, crouched.

 

Donovan: When will they learn, always take the deal…

 

-Donovan turns and runs away as the camera fades to black.

 

 

Scene 2: College classroom. 30-50 students are all sitting at their desks while a professor lectures at the front of the class.

 

-Student, (Diggory), stares blankly forward, his head resting on his folded arms.

 

Professor: (Referring to the board periodically). As you can see, previous cultures of the world saw it fit to practice their religion in a magnitude of different ways. Can anyone give an example of a monotheistic religion? (Looks around the class. No one seems to say anything). Come on people, this isn’t challenging. Monotheistic. Mono means one. Less than two. Nothing? (Checks his class list). Okay, so we’ll pick a name at random. Charlie Diggory? Hmh? (Looks up). Charlie, where are you?

 

Adam: (Pokes Diggory and whispers to him). Charlie, professor’s calling on you.

 

Diggory: (Looks up, confused). Yuh?

 

-General snickering from the class, particularly a bunch of jocks crowded together.

 

Professor: Charlie, just answer my question. This isn’t hard.

 

Diggory: The question?

 

Professor: Yes, the question. That thing I just asked.

 

Diggory: About…?

 

Professor: Oh Lord…give me an example of a monotheistic religion! C’mon!

 

Diggory: Oh! Oh yeah. That’s a religion based upon the belief that there is one god and only one god.

 

Professor: (Frustrated). Yes, that’s the definition. I would like an example.

 

Moose: (One of the jocks). Flying Spaghetti Monster! (Starts laughing while his gang begins laughing as well).

 

Diggory: (Looks back and nods along). Uh, I’m going with what they said.

 

Professor: Okay, yes, despite how ridiculous it sounds, that is a monotheistic belief system. (Looks at Diggory again). Couldn’t even risk a guess and make an ass of yourself Charlie?

 

Moose: Yeah good job Dig! (Throws a wad of paper at Diggory, bouncing it off his head).

 

Professor: Hey hey, that’s enough. Watch your attitude Stevens, alright?

 

Adam: (Leans in to Diggory to whisper). Hey, why aren’t you paying attention?

 

Diggory: I’m tired, that’s all.

 

Adam: So get more sleep.

 

Diggory: It’s not that simple. My mind doesn’t turn off long enough to get sleep.

 

Adam: You could do like those other guys, (flash to Moose and his group laughing in the corner), and get trashed on a nightly basis. I don’t see them having much trouble turning their brains off.

 

Diggory: I’m not the drinking type.

 

Adam: Well neither am I.

 

Diggory: It’s just…well there’s this girl.

 

Adam: (Instantly uninterested). Yeah, this sounds great, but let’s save it for…let’s just save it for later.

 

Diggory: Sure.

 

Professor: (Turns back around after writing more on the board). Okay, so how about a new question? Polytheistic? Anyone? Charlie? Got a guess this time?

 

Diggory: (Shakes his head, shrugs). I don’t know, animated pizza cultists?

 

Professor: N- oh, I see what you did there. Funny, really. (The jocks laugh and bounce another paper wad off Diggory’s head). Hey! Enough of that! Stevens, after class, let’s go.

 

Moose: Ah c’mon, that’s crap. I didn’t do anything.

 

Professor: Ah! No talking from you! (Looks at his watch). Fine, bell’s gonna ring in a few minutes, everyone leave early. (Instantly the majority of students are up and moving). And that means that for the next class period I’m demanding everyone be paying attention and to know what the hell I’m talking about. Dismissed. Get outta here. (Diggory gets up). Not you Charlie.

 

Diggory: Of course… (Sits back down).

 

Professor: You’re not stupid, so don’t give me those sort of answers. I’m not asking much from you.

 

Diggory: Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.

 

Professor: And don’t just apologize! C’mon, tell me what’s up. What’s going on in your personal life?

 

Diggory: I don’t mean any offense, but I’m not looking to make any teacher-student connections. So this, (gestures between the two), isn’t really gonna work.

 

Professor: Right, no mentor then. What major are you?

 

Diggory: Theology, with a psychology minor.

 

Professor: And yet you can’t give me a decent answer on an entry-level question?

 

Diggory: Sorry.

 

Professor: (Sighs). Alright, go, I won’t keep you. Out. (Waves him away. Diggory leaves).

 

Adam: (Standing outside the classroom waiting for Diggory). Man Chuck, you’re not really yourself today.

 

Diggory: Like I said, I’m just tired. I need some rest.

 

Adam: (Sighs). So this girl?

 

Diggory: I like her and I don’t think she likes me. Pretty simple, pretty boring.

 

Adam: Nah, not boring. Give me some specifics. She cute, she smart, she funny? What?

 

Diggory: She’s a girl I like. Doesn’t matter. (Rubs his eyes).

 

Adam: Headaches still?

 

Diggory: Yeah. They’re not too bad, just annoying.

 

Moose: (Walks up to Adam and Diggory with his gang). Hey Dig, great answers back there. (He and the others snigger).

 

Diggory: (Super sarcastic). Yeah, really funny. Give me crap about a theology class, that’s, ooh ouch, I felt that one.

 

Moose: (Gets pissed). Hey you little prick; I don’t like that sort of talk. (Roughly stops Diggory). You think I deserve to be talked to like that? Huh?

 

Adam: Hey lay off, ya chaunce.

 

Moose: Chaunce? Who’s a chaunce? What’s a chaunce? Go run along with another group there Saunders. Let ol’ Dig handle things for himself.

 

Adam: Don’t go calling me by my last name. Just call me Adam if you’ve gotta insult me, for God’s sake. That’s just stereotypical fraternity arrogance and I don’t need any of that.

 

Moose: Hey, I ain’t your buddy. I’m not gonna be on no first-name basis with you here. That’s not happening.

 

Diggory: (Very straight forward). Look, just leave Adam alone and leave me alone. That’s a polytheistic peace agreement. Alright?

 

Moose: Poly…are you getting smart with me?

 

Diggory: My apologies, I’ll keep those reference subtler next time. How about just the part about leaving us along?

 

Moose: Hmm, I could do that, or I could pound both of your faces in while my brothers here watch. Sound good?

 

Diggory: “Pound faces?” What are we? In third grade again?

 

Moose: Ooh, just for that, you loose some teeth. (Sucker-punches the camera from Diggory’s perspective. Camera instantly goes black).

 

 

Scene 3: An office in Hell. There is a single desk in an enormously large room with a woman (Lucifer) sitting at it, anxiously reading a book.

 

Donovan: (Walking into Hell. The whole time he’s cleaning his gun and kinda humming to himself). Good news. We’ve got another three on our side. That makes seven for the week.

 

Lucifer: (Swivels around to look at Donovan, still anxious). Who was it?

 

Donovan: Which one?

 

Lucifer: Fine, then who were the three?

 

Donovan: Not sure about two of their names, but the important one to consider was John Layman.

 

Lucifer: (Impressed). The Layman case?

 

Donovan: (Smiling). ep, the Layman case.

 

Lucifer: How did you manage that? A couple other Closers were having troubles with that one last week. What’s your trick?

 

Donovan: (Putting his gun away). I’m persuasive; what can I say?

 

Lucifer: (Getting a bit tense). You didn’t…you didn’t do anything against the rules…did you?

 

Donovan: Nothing that’d get headlines.

 

Lucifer: No headlines? Really? Explain this. (Turns to a wall and waves her hand. It turns into a TV screen).

 

TV Reporter: (At the alleyway from Scene 1). Police are still unsure what could have caused this accident, but civilians are advised to be on the lookout after curfew hours. (TV off).

 

Lucifer: Well?

 

Donovan: (Still smiling). Tough close, but like I said, I’m persuasive.

 

Lucifer: (Standing up and pacing around). Donovan, you’re our best Closer; I’m not doubting that. (Turning and changing to a stern tone). But there are rules to these things.

 

Donovan: (Sitting down at the corner of her desk). I’m getting a lecture about rules from the Morning Star? How cute.

 

Lucifer: Be careful not to piss off the wrong people. I’ve seen what happens firsthand, and it’s not exactly what I’d call “fun.”

 

Donovan: Hah! Well then it’s a good thing God hasn’t decided to take part in this little recruitment program, isn’t it?

 

Lucifer: That doesn’t mean his followers aren’t. Their side’s been gathering some pretty important souls lately.

 

Donovan: Nothing that I haven’t matched or bettered.

 

Lucifer: His best Closer is no slouch.

 

Donovan: Angie? Okay, she’s good and all, but she’s still a novice.

 

Lucifer: She’s nearly closed the Diggory case.

 

Donovan: (Disbelief). No way.

 

Lucifer: S’true. She’s up there right now finishing the deal.

 

Donovan: (Getting up from the desk and walking towards the stairs again). This I’ve gotta go see for myself then.

 

Lucifer: Donovan! You know the agreement! We’re not allowed to tread on an existing case.

 

Donovan: I’m just going to observe.

 

Lucifer: Donovan. Don’t do anything we’d regret.

 

Donovan: (Coy smile). Anything we’d regret? I wouldn’t think of it. (Exits).

 

 

Scene 4: College campus, outside. Adam and Diggory are walking together while Diggory holds his eye.

 

Adam: Seriously, we’re lucky. Professor bailed us out before you got destroyed.

 

Diggory: I wouldn’t have been destroyed if you’d have let me throw some good punches.

 

Adam: It’s my job as your friend to be a peacemaker. You get in fights and I’m supposed to stop them from turning into something worse.

 

Diggory: Yeah, and now it’s become detention.

 

Adam: You and Moose alone for a few hours? Could be worse. You could be in a cast or something.

 

Diggory: Fantastic nonetheless.

 

Adam: Well don’t dwell on it. No use doing that. So come one, there’s time before my next class. Talk to me, please.

 

Diggory: Yeah well, my head’s a little shaken up from a very stupid frat boy. Seriously, if you didn’t get in the way I’d have taken him out.

 

Adam: Alright, you’ve gotta learn to let it go. That guy’s just looking to get you riled up. You try fighting him for real and you’re going to get destroyed.

 

Diggory: What? You really think I’d end up losing?

 

Adam: I didn’t say that.

 

Diggory: (The two stop walking. Diggory is clearly annoyed). Adam, he’s been harassing me for years. When I get the one chance to stand up for myself you think I’ll end up getting my ass beat?

 

Adam: Well…yeah. You’re just one guy. He’s part of a frat. You’re not strong. They totally are.

 

Diggory: Some best friend you are.

 

Adam: Chuck, I got your back, but not if you do something stupid, alright?

 

Diggory: Whatever. (Looks up and sees a girl (Angela) wandering up from the distance). Hey, it’s her.

 

Adam: Her who?

 

Diggory: That girl I’ve been telling you about. The cute one.

 

Adam: Oh. (Looks over and sees her on the bench). Hmm, yup.

 

Diggory: Yup? That’s all you’ve got for me?

 

Adam: (Dull). You’re right; she’s cute. Beautiful even. She’s going to hurt you, and I don’t like the idea of that.

 

Diggory: This one’s different.

 

Adam: They’re all different, Chuck. (Pats him on the shoulder). Be careful. She’s likely to destroy you worse than any frat boy ever will.

 

Diggory: I’ll keep that in mind…

 

Adam: Good. See you after class.

 

Diggory: Later Adam.

 

Adam: See ya. And hey, I’m dead serious when I say I’ve got your back, okay?

 

Diggory: Yeah yeah.

 

Adam: (Yelling as he walks away). But not if you’re being stupid! (Adam leaves as Angela walks up).

 

Diggory: Angie! Hey!

 

Angela: (In a very happy mood). Well hello Mister Diggory! And how are you on this beautiful day?

 

Diggory: Not too bad, now that you’re here of course.

 

Angela: Oh that didn’t sound cheesy at all.

 

Diggory: (Shrugs). Meh, I do my best not to hide my lameness. Some people find that endearing.

 

Angela: Do they? Do they really?

 

Diggory: I don’t know, do they?

 

Angela: Perhaps… So? Anything new?

 

Diggory: Yeah, I’ve got something kinda exciting happening.

 

Angela: Oh? And what could that be?

 

Diggory: You remember I’ve been telling you about that guy who goes out of his way to make my life miserable?

 

Angela: Moose? The meathead? Yeah. Some people just live for misery it seems. (Points at Diggory’s black eye). I suppose that’s where that black eye came from?

 

Diggory: Yep. I kinda got in a fight after my last class. He started it but Adam stopped it before anyone got really hurt.

 

Angela: He sounds like a good friend.

 

Diggory: Oh no, he is. He does his best to keep me in check, but I might not need him to help me anymore after this weekend.

 

Angela: What happens this weekend?

 

Diggory: Well, there’s a chance I can finally get some revenge against Moose and his followers.

 

Angela: (Looks disappointed). Hmm…

 

Diggory: Over the weekend I overheard some of the guys from the frat talking about some sort of hush-hush boxing thing going on in the basements of the bar next door, so if I show up unexpectedly and knock Moose’s head off in front of his cronies, everything stops. I just have to wait for the weekend.

 

Angela: And you’re sure he’ll definitely be there?

 

Diggory: (Really excited). From what I hear, their frat takes it really seriously, so he wouldn’t miss it for anything.

 

Angela: Revenge…isn’t the best way to go about things. You’re a good guy; you know this, right?

 

Diggory: Well yeah, I know I’m a “nice” guy. That’s what I’ve always been, this nice guy. But I don’t want to just be the nice guy. I want to be so much more than that.

 

Angela: And some day you will be. I’m sure of it. Just as long as you know what’s right.

 

Diggory: Yeah, I know.

 

Angela: Alright, well I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back tomorrow. Meet me back here at the same time?

 

Diggory: Sure.

 

Angela: Promise?

 

Diggory: Yeah. I’ll be right here then.

 

Angela: Good. I’ll see you tomorrow! (Runs off).

 

Donovan: (Leaning against a building with his arms crossed). Hey, you the Diggory kid?

 

Diggory: Yeah. Who’s asking?

 

Donovan: Well… (Pushes himself off the building and walks towards Diggory). Then I’ve got an offer for you.

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2

 

Scene 1: Still on campus with Donovan and Diggory having a run-in.

 

Diggory: (Talking to Donovan). So then, who are you? You been following me or something?

 

Donovan: I’ve heard a bit about you here and there. You’re somewhat famous in my circle.

 

Diggory: And which circle would this be?

 

Donovan: A very secretive and dangerous one. Heh, I wouldn’t push for more info on it.

 

Diggory: (Annoyed). What do you want?

 

Donovan: I’ve got an offer for you. A very tempting offer.

 

Diggory: I’m not looking to transfer schools or anything. I’m pretty content where I am now, thanks.

 

Donovan: Uh, no, I’m not from any college admission boards, though you could call me a talent scout in a sense.

 

Diggory: Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t play any sports.

 

Donovan: I’m not that kind of scout, kid. (Motions off frame). I see you met Angela, huh?

 

Diggory: Angie? What about her? (Extremely annoyed). Been following her around, too?

 

Donovan: No, we just happen to share the same line of work.

 

Diggory: You a friend of hers or something?

 

Donovan: You might say that. Then again you might also say she’d like to see me dead, but the joke’s on her anyways.

 

Diggory: I hardly imagine Angie wishing harm on anyone.

 

Donovan: I’m not the nicest of guys, kid.

 

Diggory: Really? Because you seem so genuine.

 

Donovan: Great nice guy sarcasm there.

 

Diggory: You going to get to some sort of point?

 

Donovan: Tell me, what’s your impression of Angela?

 

Diggory: She’s…well she’s great. She’s an angel.

 

Donovan: (Grins). I doubt you know the half of it. (Leans back, aloof). I take it you’re in love with her or something then?

 

Diggory: (Beyond annoyed). I asked you a question; what’s your business with me?

 

Donovan: You’d said there were a couple of guys bothering you?

 

Diggory: Yes, I did say that.

 

Donovan: Elaborate for me. Please.

 

Diggory: There’s mainly one. Goes by the name “Moose.”

 

Donovan: (Interjects). He sounds brilliant.

 

Diggory: He came up with it himself. His real name’s Edward Stevens but he prefers to slip comfortably into the typical frat-boy stereotype.

 

Donovan: Did I say brilliant? I meant he sound like a real winner.

 

Diggory: For years he’s thought that humiliating me has been the funniest thing since two guys walked into a bar.

 

Donovan: What kinda stuff?

 

Diggory: (Reflecting). Started off small. Tripping me on the playground, shoving me into lockers. The usual clichéd jock nonsense. Eventually it got bigger. Smearing my name to friends of mine, spreading secrets I didn’t want getting out. Eventually he found the most fun harassing me in front of potential romances.

 

Donovan: Not much of the ladies man I take it?

 

Diggory: I’m a bit shorthanded on the experience side if that’s what you’re getting at.

 

Donovan: Who is?

 

Diggory: (Shakes his head). Things just got out of hand, but I’m ending it this weekend.

 

Donovan: Good. Nothing resolves a vendetta quite like showing someone up at their own game. What’s your plan?

 

Diggory: His frat’s got a secret boxing club.

 

Donovan: Fight club type crap?

 

Diggory: More structure, but yeah, kinda. Moose thinks he’s some sort of damned kung-fu master. He’s an idiot but idiots can usually throw some pretty strong punches.

 

Donovan: Most frat-style can when they need to.

 

Diggory: All I’ve got to do is sneak into the group, get matched up with him, and keep punching until my hand’s broken. Seeing him get pulverized on front of the only people he respects is sure to knock him back down to a human level of decency, maybe lower if I’m lucky.

 

Donovan: You fight?

 

Diggory: I know a bit.

 

Donovan: Enough to hurt and humiliate these guys?

 

Diggory: Hopefully so.

 

Donovan: Hopes only get you so far. I might be able to help you out in one way or another. Here’s my card. (Hands him a blank card).

 

Diggory: (Donovan starts walking away as Diggory looks over the card). This card’s blank.

 

Donovan: It won’t be for long. (Waves goodbye as he walks off). Name’s Donovan by the way. (Gone).

 

Diggory: Strange guy…

 

Angela: (Comes up behind Diggory). Hey Dig.

 

Diggory: Oh Angie, I thought you’d left.

 

Angela: I did. I got a weird feeling. Woman’s intuition. Who’s that you were talking to?

 

Diggory: Don’t really know. Some weird guy named Donovan.

 

Angela: (Instantly tense). Donovan? You sure you got that name correct?

 

Diggory: Pretty sure.

 

Angela: What did he want?

 

Diggory: I don’t really know. Said he knew you. Does he look like a guy you know?

 

Angela: Yeah…I know him…

 

Diggory: There something on your mind?

 

Angela: Huh? No, nothing. (Smiles). Nothing at all.

 

Diggory: Hmh. Just wonder- (Looks down and sees the blank card. Suddenly the words “Don’t trust her…” appear). Angie…? You’d never lie to me, would you?

 

Angela: What? Course not. We’re friends. Friends don’t lie to one another.

 

Diggory: (The card displays more words. “Then ask her about Daniel…”). Daniel? Who’s Daniel?

 

Angela: (Startled). Wha…what?

 

Diggory: (Looks up at her). Who is Daniel?

 

Angela: He’s-

 

-Frame zooming into Angela’s eye.

 

-New scene with Angela standing with a man (Daniel), both looking terrified as Donovan trudges closer to them.

 

-Daniel steps in front of Angela, pushing her behind him.

 

-Donovan slowly walks up, pulling his bladed pistol out, casually playing with it.

 

-Daniel grits his teeth.

 

-Donovan sinks the blades deep into Daniel’s stomach, causing Daniel to fall forward onto Donovan’s shoulder.

 

-Frame of Donovan’s face, an intensely terrifying and pained look in his eye.

 

-Frame of Angela backing away, terrified with tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

 

-We zoom back out of Angela’s eye and back to the scene at hand.

 

Diggory: (Merely the sound of his voice, somewhat unclear as Angela’s coming out of her flashback). Angie…? (Voice becomes clearer and sharper). Angela?

 

Angela: (Snaps back to the present and comes to her senses). Oh? (Shakes her head). Diggory? I’m sorry, I have to go. (Starts to walk off). Um…plan on meeting tomorrow? Sound good?

 

Diggory: Yeah. You gonna be alright?

 

Angela: I’ll be fine. (Starts to leave).

 

Diggory: You sure you’re alright? You look extremely shaken for just seeing some guy in sunglasses.

 

Angela: I told you, I’m fine. Work’s just been getting to me lately. (Leaves).

 

Diggory: (Looking the card over. It’s suddenly blank again). Okay, so maybe a nap would be in my best interest…

 

Scene 2: New location in an alleyway. Donovan is walking back and forth, humming to himself and looking rather pleased.

 

Donovan: Hmm hmm hmm…wonder how long it’ll take?

 

Angela: (Walking up, looking furious). Donovan…

 

Donovan: (Turns around to face Angela, smiling). This should be interesting…

 

Angela: Did you approach my case?

 

Donovan: (Patronizing). Angie, I’ve got a lot of cases, which one-

 

Angela: (Angry). Stop the act and answer me; did you talk to Diggory?

 

Donovan: Sure, I had a friendly chat with him, yes.

 

Angela: Closers aren’t supposed to take clients away from each other; it’s the rules.

 

Donovan: Don’t give me that “rules” bullshit. I’ve done nothing wrong.

 

Angela: Don’t lie to me. You don’t need me angry with you right now.

 

Donovan: So then give me an ultimatum…

 

Angela: You know it well enough. Butt out or else.

 

Donovan: (Gets in her face and smiles). Or else what?

 

Angela: Or else-

 

Donovan: What are you gonna do about it?

 

Angela: I’m-

 

Donovan: Go ahead. Strike me. Fight me. Kill me.

 

Angela: Closers are not to fight with each other. It’s against the rules…

 

Donovan: But you want to. Soooo badly, don’t you?

 

Angela: (Backs away, though still angry). Stay away from Diggory. Do you hear me?

 

Donovan: So what? You’ll tell God on me? I’d be shocked if He ever decides to participate. He’s left you alone Angie. All alone.

 

Angela: (Solid in her belief). Not true.

 

Donovan: I don’t see Him anywhere; do you?

 

Angela: It doesn’t work that way.

 

Donovan: He’s using you, and I don’t like seeing that happen.

 

Angela: Be careful Donovan. Once the conflict happens, your side will have a hard time managing ill-gotten recruits.

 

Donovan: We’ll certainly see about that.

 

Angela: Quality, not quantity. (Turns away, but turns back quickly to look Donovan straight in the eye). Stay away from Diggory. (Leaves).

 

Donovan: I promise nothing if he comes to me.

 

 

Scene 3: Classroom, after hours. The Professor is already there writing on the blackboard. Moose is also there, waiting patiently at a desk. Diggory is just walking in.

 

Diggory: Professor, sorry, I got held-up just a bit ago.

 

Professor: Sure, because I’m going to care why you’re not to detention on time.

 

Moose: You do realize that detention in college is utter bullshit, right?

 

Professor: I’m old-fashioned. Some methods just work best.

 

Diggory: I don’t mean to contradict you, especially since you’re the one capable of inflicting stronger punishment and all, but detention is sorta worthless.

 

Professor: Yes, but sustained reflection works wonders. I’m a theology professor after all; I’ve always had an affinity for reflection periods. Time-out and whatnot.

 

Diggory: So we’re getting punished like children?

 

Professor: In so many words, yes. You’re grounded to this room until morning. Just the two of you.

 

Moose: (Jumps up, angered). Horse shit!

 

Professor: Hey, it’s that sort of crap that got you in this mess.

 

Moose: What are we supposed to do for breakfast and stuff then?

 

Professor: Start a club or something, I don’t care. You get it? Eh, nevermind. Just don’t kill each other before I get back.

 

Diggory: Fantastic.

 

Professor: Keep the point of this exercise in mind gentlemen. You’re supposed to reflect and learn something. Good night. (Leaves).

 

-Diggory and Moose look at each other, uneasy for the night.

 

Scene 3: Angela walks alone as the streetlights begin to come on for the evening.

 

Angela: (VO narration). I keep getting the most unsettling feelings. This isn’t like me at all. I knew the stakes when I agreed to tackle this one. Diggory was a high priority case. He’s incredibly important in some way. But I’ve handled important cases before, so why does this one have me so worried?

 

Thug 1: (A few thugs are mugging and possibly worse to a helpless woman). Now now, is you stop struggling this could all go a lot easier for everyone involved.

 

Woman: But I didn’t do anything to any of you! Please!

 

Thug 2: Oh you hear that? She ways she didn’t do anything.

 

Thug 1: Yeah, I hears it. But she was deciding to be sooo provocative as she wandered by, it was almost like she was tempting us to grab her. Why you think that is?

 

Thug 3: Maybe she doesn’t get no love at home?

 

Thug 1: Is that it hon? No love from home?

 

Woman: (Very terrified). No no! It’s nothing like that! I’m loved just fine!

 

Thug 1: Oh, so you’re saying we’re not worth your love then? Huh?

 

Woman: I didn’t mean it like that!

 

Thug 2: Oh I think she did.

 

Thug 1: I agree.

 

Thug 4: (Pulls out a knife). Enough clever wordplay, I say we just split her open and leave ‘fore anyone starts to miss her.

 

Thug 1: Be an awful shame to have her go without one last little thrill though, eh? (Makes to unzip his pants).

 

Woman: (Screams and struggles to break free). No! Please no! (The thugs keep laughing).

 

Angela: (Stepping forward from the shadows). I don’t think any of you really want to do this.

 

Thug 1: (All attention suddenly turns to Angela). Ooh, look what we’ve got here, boys.

 

Thug 2: Looks like whats we’ve gots here is a missus hero-type. Of the female variety of all things.

 

Thug 1: Well isn’t that darling?

 

Angela: Let that poor girl go and just go home. I don’t want any trouble, she surely doesn’t want any trouble, and I promise you, you all don’t want any trouble.

 

Thug 4: Sorry girly, this was business that didn’t concern you. (Walks over to her).

 

Angela: Step away from me, now.

 

Thug 4: You gonna make me?

 

-Angela closes her eyes for a moment. Thug 4 walks right up to her. Angela opens her eyes again, they’re glowing white. A gust whips through the area, stirring up newspapers and debris.

 

Thug 1: Hey what the hell is she?!

 

Thug 4: Doesn’t matter none as long as she bleeds…

 

-Thug 4 makes to thrust his knife on Angela.

 

-Angela makes a quick movement and grabs the knife from Thug 4’s hand, holding it off to the side.

 

-Thug 4 looks perplexed.

 

-Angela flexes her arm as the knife melts into white rose pedals and gest whipped away with the gust, swirling around as they fly high into the air.

 

Thug 2: Hey I ain’t never seen nothin’ like that afore!

 

Thug 1: Me neither!

 

Angela: (Her voice is affected and more impactful). Please, let the poor girl go.

 

Thug 2: Yeah yeah, sure sure. (He lets go of the woman. She makes to run for Angela).

 

Thug 4: No, you ain’t running this show!

 

Thug 4 grabs at the woman.

 

-Angela tilts her head, throwing Thug 4 against the wall. He slouches, dazed.

 

-The woman rushes to Angela, the two instantly disappearing once they make contact.

 

Thug 1: Uh…anyone want to tell me what just happened there?

 

Donovan: (Walks into the alleyway tossing his pistol from hand to hand). I’d say a couple of fuck-ups messed with the wrong girl.

 

Angela: (On a rooftop away from the alleyway. She has the woman with her). Are you alright?

 

Woman: I…I think so…

 

-Donovan walks up to Thug 4 as he’s looking up from his sitting position.

 

Donovan: Don’t give me that look.

 

-Donovan stabs Thug 4 in the eye, then pulls the trigger, blowing the rest of his head off.

 

-The other 3 thugs freak out and rush out of the alleyway and into the street.

 

Angela: Did those men hurt you?

 

Woman: I’m…I’m okay. I’ll be okay.

 

Angela: I hope so.

 

-As the thugs run into the street, a dumpster is shot forward, rolling over Thug 2 and smearing him onto the street.

 

Donovan: C’mon now; where you fellas goin’?

 

Angela: I want you to get yourself to a police station. File a report. Would you like me to take you there?

 

Woman: N-no, please. (Throws her arms around Angela, hugging her and instantly breaking down and weeping). Thank you…thank you…!

 

Angela: It’s okay. I didn’t want to see a good person hurt.

 

-Donovan walks out of the alleyway holding his pistol-blade.

 

Donovan: You know you guys aren’t being much fun?

 

-Donovan shoots Thug 3’s feet off. He falls down and clutches at Thug 1’s pant legs.

 

Thug 3: Please! Don’t leave me!

 

Thug 1: Get off! Leggo you dipshit!

 

Donovan: Abandoning your dear friend like that? Tisk tisk, simply appalling.

 

-Reaches out and grabs Thug 1’s face. He swings his pistol-blade around and slices Thu 1’s skin, then rips back and tears most of his face off.

 

-Thug 1 screams and falls backwards, trying to scurry away. He begins instead to just writhe in pain.

 

Donovan: Hmm, rape’s a heavy stain to bear on one’s soul, innit? I can see you’re damn-near covered in filth. (Stomps on Thug 1’s face, ending his life).

 

Angela: Tell me, what is your name sweetie?

 

Woman: It’s…it’s Candi.

 

Angela: That’s a cute name. Did your mother name you that?

 

Candi: No…it’s the name my John calls me… (Angela’s eyes go wide).

 

Donovan: (Pulls out a rag and starts cleaning his foot off). And you my non-footed friend, you care to tell me why you thought it’d be a good idea to piss off my friend Angela back there?

 

Thug 3: (Panting heavily and wiggling his gnarled stumps of feet). We were, hah, hah, we were just doing what we do best!

 

Donovan: And what would that be?

 

Thug 3: Hah, hah, we were-

 

Donovan: And let me point out that if the answer is anything along the lines of “Muggin’ and murderin’” it’d be mighty unwise to speak.

 

Thug 3: Uh…

 

Donovan: Hmm, that’s a shame. (Shoots Thug 3 directly between the eyes).

 

Angela: Your…your John?

 

Candi: (Wipes some tears from her eyes). Yes. I know, I deserve as much in my line of work. This isn’t the first time it’s happened either, but it’s comforting to know that I have a guardian angel looking out for me. (Hugs Angela again and begins crying once more).

 

Angela: Yeah…

 

Donovan: (Standing in the middle of the mostly darkened street, cleaning his pistol-blade). With people like this around I almost can’t help but look like the good guy.

 

Angela: (Walks out from the alleyway, rubbing her face). Ug, it just doesn’t get any easier… (Donovan looks over at her as she walks out. She looks up and Donovan is gone. She finally sees the remains of the thugs and nearly throws up). Oh God…

 

End of chapter 2

Chapter 3

 

Scene 1: Diggory and Moose are sitting at desks across from each other in a classroom. Diggory is flipping through a textbook while Moose mainly just stares, bored.

 

Moose: So Dig good buddy, you’ve been awfully academic this evening.

 

Diggory: I’m entirely surprised you know words that large.

 

Moose: I may appear to be a dumbass, but I have much more to talk about than tits and beer.

 

Diggory: Such as?

 

Moose: Go ahead, try and philosophize with me.

 

Diggory: Philosophize? You flipped through a dictionary and memorized a few choice words, is that it?

 

Moose: Go ahead. Ask me what I think the purpose of life really is.

 

Diggory: First, why would I care about the purpose in life? Secondly, why would I care about your take on the ultimate question?

 

Moose: Boredom and more boredom.

 

Diggory: (Pause). Fine, give me the gospel according to Moose.

 

Moose: S’no gospel so much as a theory on why we’re all here.

 

Diggory: And it is?

 

Moose: What else? Human have got to procreate.

 

Diggory: That simple?

 

Moose: That simple.

 

Diggory: Huh.

 

Moose: On the surface, very simple. But it goes deeper. Why are we programmed to procreate?

 

Diggory: Simple survival of the species. All creatures large and small have it programmed in their heads to continue on no matter what.

 

Moose: And we’re pushed towards sex as a primary goal? Or is it further than that? Is there a desire to create something that loves us back? Similar to what God supposedly did in the beginning?

 

Diggory: (Sarcastic). Oh, so deep.

 

Moose: Hey piss off Dig. You got any prospects?

 

Diggory: Meaning?

 

Moose: Any ladies in which to attempt procreation? Or should I be more blunt? You got any girls you’re tryin’ ta do?

 

Diggory: It’s none of your business.

 

Moose: It’s always my business.

 

Diggory: Why do you care anyway? What is so damn interesting about me and my life? Is there really such a fascination with seeing me in misery?

 

Moose: What, you think I’m always in such a fuckin’ great mood just because I look like I’ve got it all? Come on, I’m just as lonely as the next guy. That’s why I pester you when I get the chance. You talk back to me, and it’s not because you have to. I’m surrounded by a bunch of idiots who’d give me a hand-job if I told them to, but I have no one around me that’ll tell me when I’m being a prick or even truly listen when I’ve got something possibly valuable to say.

 

Diggory: I…well I never really knew. Dang, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.

 

Moose: Well it hurts man. I go to bed alone more than I go to bed with a sorority chick. Maybe I’m just looking for some common connection with anyone. So you wanna be nice to me for a change?

 

Diggory: Me? Be nice?

 

Moose: You know what I mean. There a girl you’re chasing?

 

Diggory: Sure, there’s a girl I’m interested in.

 

Moose: Name?

 

Diggory: Angela. I’ve been seeing her for nearly a month now.

 

Moose: Oh really? How’d you meet her?

 

Diggory: Promise not to judge?

 

Moose: Possibly.

 

Diggory: Alright, it happened somewhat like this…

 

Scene 2: School library. Diggory is sitting at one table, studying.

 

Diggory narration: It was a little before finals last term. I was in the library studying the best I could so I didn’t fail. I needed at least a C+ in one class, so I was actually trying for once. And then she kinda walked into my life and changed my priorities.

 

-Angela walks in and sits down across from Diggory, pulling out her own book, beginning to read it.

 

-Diggory looks up and takes notice of Angela.

 

Diggory narration: I know, it’s what you’d expect a guy like me to say, but she looked like some heavenly being at that moment. Something inside me just got the notion to talk to her, which was something I’m not exactly known for doing, when it comes to women anyway. It’s just, I didn’t have anything to talk to her about. She wasn’t studying a textbook from a class I was familiar with, and I knew her from nowhere, so conversation was all but impossible.

 

-Angela keeps flipping through pages.

 

-Diggory flicks his pencil onto the floor next to her and dives down to grab it.

 

Diggory narration: Yeah, it wasn’t the most original plan, but I needed any way to even get closer to her. Call it a form of stalking, but I knew what that little voice inside me was wanting, and it was her.

 

-Diggory looks up, hoping to catch eyes with Angela. She doesn’t respond.

 

-He clears his throat. No response.

 

Diggory: (Holds up the pencil he flicked). Is this yours?

 

Angela: (Flat). No.

 

Diggory: Oh…you sure?

 

Angela: Very. I saw you throw it, and I didn’t bring one.

 

Diggory: Oh…right…my mistake…haha…

 

-Diggory begins to get up.

 

Angela: So?

 

Diggory: Huh?

 

Angela: Oh right, like you weren’t just having a lapse of common sense. Are you just going to bumble around or are you gonna try talking with me?

 

Diggory: Oh…I guess I’ll try talking.

 

Angela: (Puts her book down). Well?

 

Diggory: (Seems somewhat flustered and nervous). Uh…I’m…(Shakes his head and throws his hand out). My name’s Charlie. Charlie Diggory. And you’re extremely cute.

 

Angela: (She looks down at Diggory’s hand, then back up to him, and back down again. Finally she breaks and busts up laughing). Ahahahaha! Oh no, no I’m sorry, I just wanted to see how long it’d take before you started talking to me! Hahaha, oh, my name’s Angela.

 

Diggory: (Smiles). Angela? That’s a pretty name.

 

Angela: Yeah yeah, don’t patronize me; it’s just a name. (Smiles). So, what’s your story?

 

Diggory narration: We talked for the rest of the night. About all kinds of stuff, life stuff and things of that nature. I told her how I was studying theology and she put me through my paces with some harder philosophical questions, but we kept coming to agreements and compromises. It almost felt like the kind of thing that’d happen between a couple. A real couple. I told her about my life, and she listened intently, actually caring what I had to say. She even sympathized with me at times. Eventually we’d talked so long they closed the library down on us and kicked us out. I asked if she’d like to come back to my apartment but she said no, which was fine since we’d just met anyway and I hadn’t expected anything more than a pleasant conversation at best. But she said she wanted to meet the next day and keep talking, so we did.

 

Scene 3: Back with Diggory and Moose in the classroom.

 

Diggory: It’s been that way for roughly a month now.

 

Moose: Wow, that is pretty fuckin’ lame Dig. (Laughs).

 

Diggory: (Pissed). Thanks for being all understanding, friend.

 

Moose: Oh don’t get snippy with me. Is this shit legit?

 

Diggory: Is what legit?

 

Moose: Your relationship? You seal the deal, my friend?

 

Diggory: We’re seeing each other regularly, if that’s what you’re after.

 

Moose: That’s not- No, I mean, have you put it in her yet? (Getting all patronizing). And what I mean by that is, have you fucked her?

 

Diggory: (Really pissed). Hey! Careful what you’re saying there.

 

Moose: Dig, let me ask you a question, a very personal question.

 

Diggory: No.

 

Moose: Have you ever fucked a woman before?

 

Diggory: (Flabbergasted). What?

 

Moose: (Getting in Diggory’s face). I said, have you ever, fucked, a woman?

 

Diggory: (Beginning to fume). Don’t you ever talk about Angela like that. Ever!

 

Moose: Heh, I see I’ve struck a nerve. I’d expect about as much from a virgin like yourself.

 

Diggory: Well, go screw yourself; I don’t care what you think about me. Just leave my love life out of this.

 

Moose: Hahahaha! But it’s so interesting, isn’t it guys?

 

-The doors swing open and a dozen frat boys walk in, one holding a video camera.

 

Diggory: The hell is this?

 

Moose: Meh, I got bored waiting around just so some stupid professor could make a ridiculous point, so I texted my buddies and asked ‘em to make it interesting. (Turns to one of them). Hey, you get virgin-boy’s testimony on tape?

 

Frat boy 1: (Holds up the camera). Yep, right here.

 

Diggory: What?

 

Moose: Say hello to the camera Diggory. It was such a heartfelt story. Charming. The Internet’s sure to find it thrilling.

 

Diggory: (Quickly gets up). Is this how you guys have fun? Hidden camera shenanigans? Gimmie that tape!

 

Frat boy 1: (Keeps moving back so that Diggory can’t grab the camera from him). Hey hey, stop movin’, it’s hard to center you when you keep movin’ like this. (The other frat boys and Moose laugh).

 

Diggory: (Points at Moose). You

 

Moose: Yeah what?

 

Diggory: What was all that about wanting someone to connect to, huh?

 

Moose: Like I said, I was bored. I’ll let you decide for yourself how much was horseshit and how much wasn’t.

 

Diggory: You’re all bastards, you know that?

 

Moose: (Angered). Hey, don’t you talk to them like that. These here are my dear friends, and I don’t appreciate that sort of talk regarding my friends, you hear?

 

Diggory: (Clenches his fist). Well then piss off, because I’m sick of being treated like your little toy.

 

Moose: Haha, are you guys seeing this? Philip, you getting this on camera?

 

Philip: Yeah, it’s just priceless.

 

Moose: Dig, sit your ass down and study.

 

Diggory: No, I’m tired of having you dick me around all the time.

 

Moose: OoOoOoOoh~. Aren’t we so scared guys? (All the frat boys laugh). Dig, I’m not telling you again. Sit your ass down and study.

 

Diggory: (Unclenches his fists and takes a deep breath). Ha, you’re right Moose. It’s not worth it to try fighting you all. You’re all worthless scumbags anyway, so why bother?

 

Moose: (Rolls his eyes and laughs). Hehehe…Diggory Diggory Diggory… (Kicks Dig in the side of the head, knocking him down). Stop acting like a hero or some shit. It doesn’t suit you. That’s all fiction anyway.

 

Diggory: (On the ground. He coughs a bit). Koff, hakoff…Moose, I truly pity you and your bunch sometimes, you know that?

 

Moose: Shove it ass-hat. (Gives Diggory a swift kick to the face. He starts to unzip his fly). Little worthless prick. (Begins taking a leak on Diggory. A few of the other frat boys join in while laughing). Heh, let’s leave this piss-stained loser where he belongs. We’ve got better things to do. We’re goin’ hunting for bitches tonight. Especially ones named Angela.

 

Diggory: (From the ground). Get back here!

 

Moose: See ya, Dig. (He and the other frat boys leave as Diggory writhes around on the ground).

 

Diggory: (Gets to his feet). Sorry professor; this seriously isn’t worth it anymore… (Hobbles out the door).

 

Scene 4: A college apartment. Diggory stumbles up to the door and knocks. Adam answers the door.

 

Adam: Charlie?

 

Diggory: Adam, I-

 

Adam: Oh hell, Charlie, what happened? Come on, please come in. (Takes him in). I thought you were in detention or something?

 

Diggory: Yeah I was.

 

Adam: (Cuts him off). Sit down, please.

 

Diggory: (Sits on the couch as Adam runs into the bathroom). I was. Moose was there, too, and eventually so were his frat brothers.

 

Adam: (From the bathroom). I’d expect about as much. So you ended up ditching the punishment? The, completely unorthodox college detention experiment thing?

 

Diggory: Under the circumstances, yeah, it seemed only fair. (Adam comes back into the room with band-aids and a washcloth). If the professor has a problem with it I’ll explain it to him as rationally as possible before breaking his jaw.

 

Adam: (Nurses Diggory’s cuts). You know, it’s a lot harder to break a guy’s jaw than you think, though that’s a good place to start if you’re just trying to knock them unconscious.

 

Diggory: And you know all about fighting?

 

Adam: No, I know all about running, hiding, and generally not getting myself into a situation where I’m bound to get hurt. Try that Charlie, you’ll find it works pretty damn good sometimes.

 

Diggory: Hey, I don’t start fights and I don’t get myself into trouble. I just find myself-

 

Adam: (Cuts him off. Stands up). I’ll be right back, keep talking. (Walks into his bedroom).

 

Diggory: I find myself repeatedly harassed by the same bunch of guys over and over again. It’s like some sort of bad cliché.

 

Adam: (Walks back into the room with a shirt). No Chuck, it is cliché. (Tosses the shirt to Diggory). Here, put this on. You smell like piss.

 

Diggory: (Taking off his shirt). Yup, thank Moose and his pledge brothers for that. (Puts on the fresh shirt).

 

Adam: So let me try and piece together what I’m gonna assume happened: Moose and you got to talking, he pretended to be nice and got you to tell him something juicy, then his friends join in, beat you up, urinate on you, and leave to go get sloppy drunk.

 

Diggory: Yes yes and mostly yes. I told Moose about Angela. Then he laughed and got in my face about whether I was a virgin.

 

Adam: (Pats his chest and smiles). Still one and proud. Savin’ myself.

 

Diggory: Not that you’re really with a choice in the matter though, huh?

 

Adam: Hey now, I could easily have gone down the frat path and been sleeping with God-knows how many girls a night, but I chose not to. Just because you don’t own a gun doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean something to say, “I’d never take a life.”

 

Diggory: You really never know until you’re standing there with a gun to someone’s head.

 

Adam: Point taken.

 

Howls from outside: (Drifting in through the window). WooooOOO! Bitches be SMOKIN’! HAhahahaHAHAAha! (Sound of car tires screeching around corners).

 

Diggory: Sounds like someone’s having a fantastic time.

 

Adam: Probably. Wouldn’t doubt it anyway.

 

Diggory: Just wait until I get my chance at them.

 

Adam: Don’t forget what my dad always told me: Beware the anger of the patient man.

 

Diggory: Hey, I’m nothing but patience!

 

Adam: Well, you can rest here tonight if you’d like.

 

Diggory: Thanks Adam; I appreciate it.

 

Adam: Yeah yeah, I’m great, I know. Night Chuck.

 

Diggory: (Smiles). No slumber party?

 

Adam: (Smiles back). I’ve got class in the morning. Night Chuck. (Flips the lights off).

 

Scene 5: Morning in the classroom once more. The professor walks down the hallway and into the room.

 

Professor: Well, let’s see if my little experiment worked. (Rolls his eyes). I’m betting the bloody twits left. (Opens the door. The curtains are drawn, so it’s still relatively dark). Ah, and my instinct is dead on. Didn’t even have the courtesy to lock up or open the curtains or anything. (Places his briefcase down on the desk).

 

Donovan: (Seated in a desk in the darkened area of the classroom). Professor Dover?

 

Professor: (Jumps a bit). Oh! Ho, my word, I’m sorry. You scared me a bit there.

 

Donovan: I’m a scary individual.

 

Professor: Can I help you?

 

Donovan: (Getting up and walking slowly around towards the professor). You a professor of theology?

 

Professor: Yes. Ancient religions and such.

 

Donovan: We could really use someone who knows a lot about the old stuff.

 

Professor: What is this all about?

 

Donovan: I have an offer for you. (Comes into the light with a wicked grin holding his pistol-blade). And being the sick, perverted bastard that you are, I suggest you take it.

 

End of Chapter 3

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Scene 1: In an empty auditorium in Hell. Lucifer is sitting in the middle of the seats with her eyes closed, somewhat conducting the music.

 

Lucifer: You just can’t find this sort of musical dedication in Heaven now can you…?

 

Donovan: (Walking in). Why Lucifer, you’re looking…pleasant I suppose. (Looks over and sees the group of musicians playing, shackled and haggard). Since when did we get a symphony?

 

Lucifer: Urg… (Raises her hand, stopping the music from playing. She then motions for Donovan to sit down in the seat next to her). Donovan…where the hell have you been?

 

Donovan: Cute.

 

Lucifer: Where?

 

Donovan: Topside. Viewing the scenery here and there.

 

Lucifer: You didn’t sign Diggory, did you?

 

Donovan: No I did not; the case is still open.

 

Lucifer: (Relieved). Oh thank God. (Sighs). So then I suppose Heaven closed the deal with him?

 

Donovan: Nope. I’d say he’ll be on our side within a week.

 

Lucifer: (Stressed). Donovan…you didn’t-

 

Donovan: (Interrupts her). I didn’t do anything he wouldn’t have done eventually.

 

Lucifer: What does that mean?

 

Donovan: You know, the inner workings of the Closer’s line of work is very-

 

Lucifer: Don’t screw with me Donovan! I’m the wrong person to screw with right now!

 

Donovan: That time of month? (Lucifer’s eyes glow red). Just a joke, keep your panties on. Just just, (waves her down), don’t do that, come on now.

 

Lucifer: (Regains her cool and her eyes stop glowing). I’m going to ask you very carefully then one more time: What did you do?

 

Donovan: Nothing. Okay? I did nothing. I signed a few loose prospects and then the Dover case, which I was instructed to deal with you know.

 

Lucifer: The Dover case huh?

 

Donovan: I’m your best Closer, what the hell else am I gonna do? I just got back, so there, that’s what I did: My job.

 

Lucifer: (Gets up). Fine, I’m giving you the week off then.

 

Donovan: (Annoyed). Week off? What am I supposed to do until then?

 

Lucifer: (Bundling up with a coat and scarf). Wander around Hell for all I care. Just don’t interfere anymore. Least not until I get back.

 

Donovan: Where are you going?

 

Lucifer: I have business elsewhere; business that doesn’t concern you. (Turns to the orchestra). You! Keep playing! (They all hurriedly continue playing. She turns to Donovan once more). Don’t do anything stupid. (Leaves).

 

Donovan: (Sits and listens to the orchestra for a bit). You know, you’re all simply dreadful? (Slouches and crosses his arms). Honestly, we have enough metal bands here, why does she insist on cultivating such shitty music?

 

Scene 2: The classroom where Diggory is supposed to have class again. He is walking down the hall early in the morning.

 

Diggory: (Talking to himself, stretching his neck). Okay, so I’ll just tell Dover exactly what happened. He said I could come to him with anything, so of course he’d like this, right? All close relationshipy? (Gets to the door). The lights are still off? Why isn’t the door even open? Isn’t he here? (Opens the door). Professor? You in…(Sees something). Here…?

 

-Professor Dover is hanging by his clasped hands over his head. His eyes are gone, as are his ears, and his mouth shows signs that his tongue is also probably missing. His body has cuts all over it, with one particularly deep puncture wound in the side.

 

Diggory: (Absolutely horrified). Oh God…

 

Scene 3: In Hell. Donovan is casually walking around by various eerie, mangled structures.

 

Donovan: Damn…Hell is so boring. Who’d have thought?

 

Man: (Dressed in a suit with a hat. He’s with a group of other men dressed in somewhat similar outfits. This man is somewhat fat and has a rough beard on his face). Wandering around the Circles? Shame, what with you being “Hell’s best Closer” and all. (He and the other guys begin laughing).

 

Donovan: Huh, even in Hell you deal with frat boys with emotional issues and enough VD to make their dicks even smaller.

 

Man: (Gets up and walks over to Donovan). Come on now Donovan, we’re in the same line of work. Maybe I’m just curious about your technique.

 

Donovan: I don’t know Anthony, maybe just stop playing with your pisser and go do your damn job. (The group gets mad and stands up, beginning to circle Donovan). Oh sorry, I mean “damned” jobs, right? (Smiles).

 

Anthony: Donovan, you’re not funny. No one thinks you’re funny.

 

Donovan: (Looks around). Well I’d say I’m damn near a riot.

 

Anthony: Word is you’ve been grounded till the missus gets back. That true?

 

Donovan: Depends who you’re getting your information from.

 

Anthony: I hear things. We all hear things.

 

Donovan: I’d hope so. That’s somewhat important for being a Closer, innit?

 

Closer 1: It true you closed the Layman case?

 

Donovan: Yeah.

 

Anthony: Some of us’d been working on that one for quite a while. How long’d it take you?

 

Donovan: ‘Bout six minutes, roughly.

 

Anthony: Bullshit.

 

Closer 2: That’s impossible! Ain’t never been a case closed that quick!

 

Donovan: (Mocks the Closer). Ain’t never been done ‘cause I ain’t be done do’n it.

 

Anthony: Dover case. You closed that last night?

 

Closer 1: Dover case?! We hardly had anything on that one yet!

 

Anthony: You close it last night or not?

 

Donovan: Yeah. Closed it.

 

Anthony: Completely?

 

Donovan: It ain’t gonna open again any time soon.

 

Anthony: The Dover case has next-to-nothing on it. That’s not even a case we’re allowed to attempt yet.

 

Donovan: Now that’s not how the rules work. They say we can attempt any case we want, they just don’t suggest attempting them so soon.

 

Closer 2: But then you can?

 

Donovan: I knew enough to get through it without any problems.

 

Anthony: There was nothing except a name and an occupation. You sure you got the right guy?

 

Donovan: Yes.

 

Anthony: How can you be sure?

 

Donovan: I don’t know, maybe I should have kept my eye on the road a bit better, huh?

 

Anthony: (This gets Anthony’s eye to twitch). What’d you say?

 

Donovan: I don’t know. I mean, it was awful fishy getting killed the way I did, you know, right after getting prompted by you

 

Anthony: (The group of Closers and general damned souls has grown to be a large crowd, all surrounding Donovan and Anthony). I don’t like what you’re implying Donovan.

 

Donovan: Oh I’m not implying anything, Tony. (Sneers at Anthony).

 

Anthony: (Takes off his hat and jacket). Donovan, you’re Satan’s favorite, aren’t you?

 

Donovan: She prefers to be called “Lucifer” actually. “Lucy” when she’s in a really good mood.

 

Anthony: (Cracking his knuckles). Oh is that right?

 

Donovan: I know, you’ve probably never seen her in a good mood, what with being a failure and all, huh?

 

Anthony: Heheheh, Donovan, I’m gonna enjoy this while I can.

 

Donovan: Be my guest.

 

-Anthony throws a hard right hook and knocks Donovan to the ground.

 

Donovan: (Rubs his face). So we’re doin’ this, huh?

 

Anthony: Get up.

 

Donovan: (Takes off his jacket and stands up while rolling up his sleeves). Okay, so we’re doin’ this.

 

-Donovan quickly boxes Anthony in the nose, then follows up with a left cross, sending Anthony spinning to the ground.

 

Anthony: (Dazed as he reorients himself. He slowly gets back up. The crowd is cheering now). Don’t forget I’m a few years your senior.

 

Donovan: (Cold). Don’t worry, I’m not gonna forget who put me here. (They both take swings at each other).

 

Scene 4: Diggory and Adam are walking through campus near a cemetery. Diggory looks somewhat shaken up from finding the professor the way he did.

 

Adam: He was just hanging there?

 

Diggory: He wasn’t just hanging there. He was hanging there, dead.

 

Adam: Who do you think’d want him dead?

 

Diggory: I have my suspicions.

 

Adam: No, Moose is not an option. The guy’s a bastard but he’s not a murderer.

 

Diggory: He could-

 

Adam: (Cuts Diggory off). And neither are his friends. And even if these guys were capable of that, they don’t seem the type to attempt religious symbolism or something. What, his eyes and tongue were gone?

 

Diggory: And his ears. Plus he had a deep stab wound in his side.

 

Adam: What’s that supposed to mimic?

 

Diggory: I have no idea.

 

Adam: Huh. You see, that’s not the way Moose’d do it. He’d just bash his head in or something.

 

Diggory: I guess. (Pulls his hands out of his pocket after touching something). Hmh? (Pulls out Donovan’s blank card).

 

Adam: What’ve you got there?

 

Diggory: (Looking the blank card over and over as he and Adam walk along). I forgot to mention it. Yesterday this guy named Donovan showed up and tried to recruit me for something or other. He wasn’t too clear as to what exactly. He just said he could help me with my problem.

 

Adam: And he gave you a blank card?

 

Diggory: That’s the thing. It’s so weird, the card had words appear, and then they were gone.

 

Adam: Could be holographic or something. Tech’s getting stranger and stranger these days.

 

Diggory: This isn’t holographic or anything. I looked it over for a while and it’s just a simple white card. There’s nothing different about it, at least, not to my knowledge.

 

Adam: Except it gives cryptic messages on occasion?

 

Diggory: Yeah, except for that.

 

Adam: Yep, stranger and stranger. You don’t think this Donovan guy killed Dover, do you?

 

Diggory: I have no idea. He didn’t seem all too threatening. I mean sure, he was wearing a trench coat of sorts, but I thought it made him look more like a pedophile than anything.

 

Adam: Get a good look under the trench coat?

 

Diggory: (Rolls his eyes). He didn’t flash me, no.

 

Adam: No I mean he could have had a gun or a knife under there. Or a gun knife!

 

Diggory: Gun knife?

 

Adam: Whatever, just don’t trust this guy.

 

Diggory: Look, I appreciate how much you care, but you really don’t have to look after me all the time. I can handle things for myself.

 

Adam: (Sighs). Alright, I didn’t mean anything by it. You know what you’re doing, so you go do it.

 

Diggory: Thanks. (Checks his watch). Don’t you have class right about now?

 

Adam: Yeah. Just some basic credits to get outta the way.

 

Diggory: Well then, check you later.

 

Adam: Laters. (Leaves).

 

Diggory: (Keeps walking and sees Angela standing in the cemetery looking off at nothing in particular, which perks him up a bit). Angie! (Pockets the card again and runs over to her). Hey, you all right?

 

Angela: (All smiles). Course I’m all right.

 

Diggory: Sorry, you know, about yesterday…

 

Angela: Don’t worry about it. All in the past now right? I heard you actually had some trouble last night.

 

Diggory: Yeah, but it wasn’t anything too bad. You didn’t get stalked by any frat boys did you?

 

Angela: No more than usual.

 

Diggory: Good. Heh, I just, I don’t know.

 

Angela: Looking out for me? That’s sweet. And your professor?

 

Diggory: I don’t particularly want to get into that. The details are gruesome. You don’t need that.

 

Angela: (Wanders a bit, talking very matter-of-factly). Found hanging from his wrists, eyes gouged out, ears ripped off, tongue removed. Fatal wound in the side. Bled to death at some point in the night. No message left, no motive found.

 

Diggory: You heard already?

 

Angela: I hear a lot in my line of work.

 

Diggory: Where do you work, anyway?

 

Angela: (Surprised). Oh? I, um…I suppose you could say I work for the church.

 

Diggory: Which one?

 

Angela: Depends. I get transferred frequently.

 

Diggory: How do you find time for school then?

 

Angela: I manage well enough.

 

Diggory: I’d hope so.

 

Angela: Um, Dig?

 

Diggory: Yeah?

 

Angela: Sit down with me a minute. I need to talk with you.

 

Diggory: Sure.

 

Angela: (They both sit down. She sighs). I worry that I’ve been persuading you too much lately to do something other than what you’d like.

 

Diggory: This, uh, this sounds more like something the guy normally says.

 

Angela: You know that’s not what I mean.

 

Diggory: Okay, in what way then?

 

Angela: Well…it’s hard to say exactly. Hmm, take for example that fighting club you’re sneaking into, just to get back at those guys who harass you.

 

Diggory: Yeah, I’ve been reconsidering that.

 

Angela: And that’s good. I’m…I’m happy for you. I just worry that I may have been too forcefully against it the other day.

 

Diggory: Nah. You’re just giving your opinion. I do value your opinion. You realize that, right?

 

Angela: I don’t want you to value it too much though. You’ve gotta decide things for yourself.

 

Diggory: As far as I’m aware I do.

 

Angela: Good.

 

Diggory: What is this all about? Really?

 

Angela: Just…give me your hand. (She grabs his hand as he offers it and looks at it a bit. She then presses her head against his chest, listening for his heartbeat).

 

Diggory: Angie…? Angie you’re acting strange. Good…but strange.

 

Angela: (Lets go of him). You’re good, deep down…you know this? (He nods). For sure? (He nods again, a little confused). And I haven’t made you think this? You think this yourself?

 

Diggory: (Very confused). I don’t know why I wouldn’t.

 

Angela: Good. I was just…worried. That’s all.

 

Diggory: I don’t want you worrying about me. I’m fine.

 

Angela: I know you are. It’s just something that’s been on my mind.

 

Diggory: (Grabs her hand). Well you’ve been on my mind. And I think you’re good, too.

 

Angela: (A bit unsure). I know you do…

 

Diggory: No I mean it. I’m not smooth or anything, but I’m crazy about you. That’s all I can say really. I like you. A lot.

 

Angela: I know you do…

 

Diggory: I just…(Leans in to her, gently touching her face, then kisses her. They embrace for a second).

 

Angela: (Pulls away and gets up, running away). I’m sorry, I just can’t… I have to go…

 

Diggory: (Reaching out for her). Wait! (Heartbroken). Angie…

 

Angela: (Yells back). Diggory I’m sorry! I’m just…I’m sorry! (Desperately fleeing, crying as she’s running).

 

Diggory: (Slouched, obviously in a pitiful mood). Great…I should have expected that. It’s me after all… (Buries his head in his hands).

 

Scene 5: Hell again. Donovan and Anthony are slugging it out in a bare-knuckle boxing match. A number of other Closers are crowded around, watching and cheering.

 

Anthony: You know, I’m not the only one who’s wanted to do this to you.

 

-Anthony takes a swing at Donovan and misses. He takes another quick jab and misses again.

 

Donovan: Trust me, I’m aware. I just don’t give a damn.

 

-Donovan slaps Anthony across the face with a punch.

 

-He then grabs Anthony and pulls him into a series of knees to the chest.

 

-This is followed by a heavy uppercut into Anthony’s chin, sending him onto his back.

 

Donovan: I expect more from the guy who put me here.

 

Anthony: (Gets up, pissed). You put yourself here!

 

Donovan: Well, perhaps a little of column A and a little of column B, eh?

 

-Anthony rushes Donovan. The two exchange heavy blows to the face. Finally Donovan grabs Anthony’s head and rubs his eye quickly.

 

Anthony: (Holding his eye, backing away). Gah, what’s that supposed to be?

 

Donovan: (Clenching his fist. It begins to glow and vibrate). Little something I picked up. Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it? Probably not as much as this though.

 

-Donovan swings his fist at Anthony and utterly smashes the side of his head.

 

-Anthony is sent spinning through the air, landing in a crumpled heap a few yards away, down for the count.

 

Donovan: (His hand is back to normal. He takes a deep breath). Alright, so anyone else feel like being a jackass?

 

Closer 2: (The crowd is freaked out a bit). What did you do to him?!

 

Donovan: (Grabbing his coat and smoothing out his hair). He’s already dead, so I don’t suppose he needs to worry much about what happened. His face may look funny for while though. (Stops for a second). Well…funnier.

 

Anthony: (Writhing on the ground, clutching at his mangled face). You’re not funny Donovan! No one thinks you’re funny!

 

Donovan: Oh please, I’m damned near hysterical. (Starts to walk away).

 

Anthony: (Getting up). Where are you going?!

 

Donovan: I have my own business. I’ll leave you to yours. (Leaves, smiling).

 

Anthony: Donovaaaaaaaaan!!!

 

Scene 6: Back in the cemetery. Diggory is still sitting with his face buried in his hands.

 

-A faint popping noise is heard. Diggory looks up and sees Donovan walking toward him.

 

Diggory: Who’s that…?

 

Donovan: (Walks to where Diggory can see him). I believe we met once before a few days ago?

 

Diggory: You…?

 

Donovan: Donovan. (Bows). You call my “Donny” if that really gets you going.

 

Diggory: (Cautious). You’re not a normal person, are you?

 

Donovan: No one’s ever really normal.

 

Diggory: Your card…(Pulls it out from his pocket. The words “Donovan, Hell’s Closer” appear).

 

Donovan: Yeah it does that from time to time.

 

Diggory: What is that, witchcraft?

 

Donovan: Hardly. The dark arts are a joke compared to the things I’ve done and seen done.

 

Diggory: (Tears up the card). So how’d that thing work?

 

Donovan: More or less, simple parlor tricks, also known as a plot device.

 

Diggory: And that means…?

 

Donovan: I have no idea how the card works.

 

Diggory: Ah. You just needed it to happen, so it did?

 

Donovan: Yes. That happens frequently in my world.

 

Diggory: (Shakes his head, trying to clear it). I don’t understand.

 

Donovan: Of course you don’t. You’re mortal. Why should you know any of the business going on in the spiritual half of the world?

 

Diggory: Mortal…what-? Just what the hell are you?

 

Donovan: Ah, now you’re getting to the heart of it.

 

End of Chapter 4

 

Chapter 5

 

Scene 1: In Heaven, Lucifer walks into a brightly lit room, looking somewhat nervous.

 

Lucifer: Excuse me? God? Are You there? I require a word with You. (Clears her throat and nods). Please. (A great boom sounds out, startling Lucifer slightly). Ahem, I assume that’s You then. We may have a problem. (God’s voice). Yes, it is about Donovan, the…irregularity. You remember the terms my side signed him under? (God’s voice). Yes, of course You remember… They weren’t steady. I wouldn’t have had him sign on if I knew the full extent of what I was setting in motion of course. You realize this? (God’s voice). Excellent, yes, I wasn’t given the full details, so I made a judgment call, and it seems there’s now a problem. I’d like to state on record that I did not make him break any rules. (God’s voice). No, I didn’t tell him to do…whatever it is he’s done or may do. Or has the ability to do. He seems to be just slightly beyond my control is all and- (God’s voice booms). What? No! This is absurd! You don’t tamper with free will and You’re applauded. Oh, but if I don’t start controlling people I’m considered weak? (God’s voice). It’s alright. Apology accepted. (Clears throat). I’d just like to say that I’m blameless for whatever may or may not happen, though I will be taking every action towards correcting it. Are we clear on this? (God’s voice). G-good. It’s just that it’s so stressful, y’know? Course You don’t, You’re God, You’re the all-powerful, all-knowing one. It’s very intimidating being Your competition! And You’re following all the rules! (God’s voice). Which isn’t to say I’m breaking any! No no! I’m just having a few slight problems is all! (Lucifer seems frustrated and takes a moment). You mind if I take some time to watch this from here? You seem to have a better vantage point is all. (God’s voice). Thank You. I’ll be sure to stay quiet. (Sits down cross-legged). There, see? No interfering. (Looks up). Is this all You do all day? (God’s voice booms. Lucifer gets freaked out). Nope, totally quiet! Don’t mind me! (Slouches, staring down again).

 

Scene 2: Angela lands gently on the edge of a cliff, walking to the very edge. The cliff overlooks a luscious landscape.

 

Angela: (Walks up to the edge and looks up into a bright opening in the clouds). Please tell me you’re there… I need guidance Lord… I need strength. I’m struggling to make the right choices. I know the rules. I know I can’t make him fight for us. This is a decision he must make for himself. Our side must only lead others to their own conclusions. We cannot interfere with their judgment. Those are the rules. Mm…but are those rules really fair? I just can’t go on believing everyone has good intentions inside them. (She pauses, hoping for God’s voice). Please…answer me… (Looking upward). You’re supposed to be everywhere, so answer me… (Tears are streaming down her cheeks. She screams out in rage, making the ground shake). ANSWER ME!

 

-No response.

 

Angela: (Shivering with anger). Fine… if Donovan can get away with so much, then why can’t I? Is it wrong for me to do good even if I’m breaking rules to do it? (Looks up). And it doesn’t look like You’re gonna give me any answers soon. Fine. (Gets up and leaps from the cliff. She starts falling). Our side isn’t weaker by any means…I’ll prove it. (Disappears).

 

Scene 4: Cemetery with Diggory and Donovan again.

 

Diggory: Exactly how much of this is a dream?

 

Donovan: None.

 

Diggory: Well that’s terrific.

 

Donovan: And it’s only going to get worse.

 

Diggory: Oh, well of course.

 

Donovan: (Amused). You’ve got a pretty smart mouth when you’re confused, huh?

 

Diggory: I get mouthy when I get annoyed.

 

Donovan: I can relate.

 

Diggory: There’s something people aren’t telling me, isn’t there?

 

Donovan: Yes. There’s a war coming.

 

Diggory: Which nation starts it?

 

Donovan: Huh-uh. No nations. Just alignments.

 

Diggory: Typical good versus evil sort of thing?

 

Donovan: I don’t like to think of it so clear-cut good and evil. Both sides feel they’re in the right.

 

Scene 5: Deep underground in a series of tunnels underneath the city. A number of women are being herded along with sacks over their heads as men with assault rifles march them along. One guy in the corner is counting them off while he stacks bills on a table.

 

Human Trafficker 1: We’re short one. What happened to that one whore from last week?

 

Human Trafficker 2: She got away. Someone killed four of our guys.

 

Human Trafficker 1: Did we get the little fuck who did it?

 

Human Trafficker 2: No. Honestly, the way these guys were killed, we don’t want to go looking; I promise that.

 

Human Trafficker 1: Well we’re missing one and that puts us next for gruesome shit. You three. (Calls over three men pushing the women along). Head up and find a replacement. I don’t care where, try the bathrooms at the mall for a safe bet. These nine are getting crated tonight, so don’t let number ten miss the boat.

 

Angela: (From the shadows of a nearby tunnel). Free these girls, immediately.

 

Human Trafficker 1: (Dull). Someone leave a tunnel door open or something?

 

Angela: (Still hidden). I’m warning you; end it this instant.

 

Human Trafficker 1: (Stands up, smiling). Vague threats coming from a pretty voice… (Points at the men with assault rifles). Looks like you guys don’t have to look too far for number ten.

 

Angela: One last warning.

 

Human Trafficker 1: (Pulls out a handgun). Alright, enough silliness.

 

-He fires causally into the darkened tunnel. The sound of the shot bounces around and dissipates.

 

Human Trafficker 1: Go pick her up and see if she’s still any good to us.

 

-A white light engulfs the area, emanating from the tunnel.

 

Scene 6: Back in the cemetery with Donovan and Diggory.

 

Diggory: So if your card says you’re from Hell…?

 

Donovan: Then it probably means I’m on Hell’s side. You’re a quick learner.

 

Diggory: I’m no genius or anything, but Hell’s definitely on the evil side of things.

 

Donovan: Actually we’re not. Simple mistake. Our leader was wrongfully kicked out of God’s good graces. We’re simply trying to regain a bit of that grace.

 

Diggory: Yeah. What does this have to do with me?

 

Donovan: Quite a lot.

 

Diggory: Such as…?

 

Donovan: (Holds up his hand, finally stern). Enough playing 20 Questions. Let me explain everything before you jump in again. Capisce? (Diggory nods). Good. Both sides are gathering soldiers for their respective forces. Eventually these forces will battle for control of Earth, (Mockingly as an aside to Diggory), that’s where you live by the way (Back to serious), and who knows what else.

 

Diggory: But-

 

Donovan: (Cuts him off). There are special agents, uh, angels I suppose, from each side who can move freely between the Earth and the supernatural domains. We call these people “Closers.” I happen to be one of these.

 

Diggory: Talents scouts.

 

Donovan: Exactly.

 

Diggory: But I don’t have any discernable skill that’d be very important for a war, especially not a war to the level you’re talking. I’m more or less just a kid.

 

Donovan: For now, but everyone’s got a certain amount of potential built into them. Power beyond anything they’ve experienced. The power’s latent, waiting for the spark.

 

Diggory: What’s the spark?

 

Donovan: There’s a conflict on the way that’ll signal the start of the war. We don’t know exactly what the conflict will be; we just know that it’s coming.

 

Diggory: How will we know that it’s happening?

 

Donovan: Trust me, it’ll be big.

 

Diggory: Says who?

 

Donovan: Number of prophecies, soothsayers, the usual bunch of crackpots who tend to be dead on with everything they say.

 

Diggory: So if I’m following, after the war begins everyone gets upgraded to warriors and starts fighting?

 

Donovan: More or less. Both Heaven and Hell send us Closers out to Earth to try and convince souls to align themselves with our respective sides. All we ask is an agreement and things go back to normal for them until the war starts. Each side’s got some pretty heavy hitters, but from what I’m told, none compare to what you’ve got hiding in your subconscious.

 

Diggory: One of the soothsayers tell you that?

 

Donovan: You’re probably one of the most famous cases we’ve got on file.

 

Diggory: Because I’m special?

 

Donovan: For a lot of reasons, yes, one of which is that you’ve thus far been a mostly good kid who hasn’t leaned too far one way or the other.

 

Diggory: And my ability to be lukewarm is somehow beneficial?

 

Donovan: (Takes a breath). The report tells us you’re gonna play one hell of a critical part in this war in some way. As a result, none of the other Closers in Hell have had the balls to try and talk to you. Now tell me if that doesn’t point towards you being ridiculously powerful.

 

Scene 7: Down in the tunnels. The light from Angela is blinding everyone.

 

Human Trafficker 1: Shit! Somebody turn off the god-damned lights!

 

-Everyone with guns points toward the light and starts firing blindly.

 

-Angela throws her hands up, yelling as she does so. The floor is torn up, moving as a wave towards everyone in the tunnel, throwing everyone off their feet.

 

-Angela leaps out of the alley, still beaming with light, and slams her fist against the nearest wall, causing the exits behind the gunmen to cave in suddenly.

 

Human Trafficker 1: How is she doing that?!

 

-A nearby thug points a gun at Angela’s head and pulls the trigger.

 

-She dodges in a quick phasing method while leaning back, then grabs the gun from the thug’s hand. It instantly explodes into cinders.

 

Angela: (Her voice is heavily affected). You’re the worse sort of people. Have you no decency?! No respect for life?!

 

-More gunfire bounces around Angela’s head, fragments of the brick wall spraying all over.

 

-Angela puts her hands up and tenses her fingers, suddenly causing the bullets to stop in midair.

 

Human Trafficker 1: What the fuck are you?!

 

-The dozens of bullets suspended in the air suddenly fall gently to the ground as snow.

 

-As the thugs look around, confused, Angela has rushed over to the women and started pulling blindfolds off of them, quickly untying them with a flick of her wrist.

 

Angela: (Normal voice). You women need to get out of here.

 

Kidnapped Woman 1: But…who are-?

 

-Angela turns around, swishing a hand. One of the blocked-off tunnels is swept clean, shrapnel spraying up and turning to freezing hail as it pelts the human traffickers.

 

Angela: I’m not going to repeat myself; MOVE!

 

-The women flee as more gunfire starts again.

 

Angela: Worthless monsters!

 

-Angela looks over and sees half a dozen men firing wildly at the women. She turns her gaze to the ceiling above them and her eyes glow white once more as large chunks of the roof collapse and smash their legs, pinning them to the ground.

 

-They let out screams and drop their guns.

 

-Said guns instantly turn on them and look poised to fire.

 

-The head trafficker rushes up behind Angela and sticks his gun into her back, pulling the trigger.

 

-She whips around unharmed and grabs him by the face, slamming him against the brick.

 

Angela: Why have you forsaken all that is good?!

 

Human Trafficker 1: (Scared to death). I don’t know! I’m a worthless shitbag! Please don’t kill me!

 

Angela: None of you are worth saving! I’ve seen how evil you all are! (Breaking). So why can’t I KILL you?!

 

Human Trafficker 1: (Really confused). Wha…what…?

 

Angela: (Yelling at the ceiling). Why are we allowing these things to happen!? We have the power to stop them!

 

Human Trafficker 1: Are…you all right…?

 

Angela: (Looking the trafficker directly in the eyes, terrifyingly furious. She’s yelling through gritted teeth). Tell me! Do you have any good left in your soul?!

 

Human Trafficker 1: (Crying). I don’t…I don’t know…! I promise to find out! I’m begging you to let us! Just don’t kill us!

 

Angela: (Finally breaking out of her rage). Wh-what?

 

Human Trafficker 1: Give us a chance to be better!

 

Angela: “Us?”

 

Human Trafficker 1: Give us a second chance! We’re not all evil people; we just can’t be! We don’t all deserve this! Oh God please!

 

Angela: (Quickly setting the man down). I’m…why can’t I do what he does…?

 

-Angela disappears. As she does, the guns drop to the ground and the general sound of whimpering is heard throughout the tunnels.

 

Scene 8: Cemetery between Diggory and Donovan.

 

Diggory: If I’m so important, how come I haven’t been approached by both sides?

 

Donovan: Who says you haven’t?

 

Diggory: I haven’t. I’d have known.

 

Donovan: Oh yeah…? Tell me how well you Angela.

 

Diggory: You’re not saying she’s…?

 

Donovan: She’s a Closer from Heaven. And she doesn’t mess around either. If she wanted you, really wanted you, she’d have already asked you straight out to join with her side. Has she?

 

Diggory: No… Things between us are complicated…

 

Donovan: She thinks you’re weak. I’ve heard her say it. She’s mocked you openly to a lot of people. She doesn’t seem to think your case is worth much to her side. But it’s her loss, because I don’t think you’re weak.

 

Diggory: (Angry). You think I’m stupid enough to listen to lies like that?

 

Donovan: I wouldn’t think of it. I’m just offering a bit of incentive.

 

Diggory: Not interested.

 

Donovan: I can give you the chance for revenge.

 

Diggory: (Stern). Not interested.

 

Donovan: Come on now, no one wants to be a nice guy forever, do they?

 

Diggory: (Curious). What’d you say?

 

Donovan: No one wants to be a nice guy forever. I’ve been down that road, and it never ends well. You wind up bitter, broken, and more than anything alone.

 

Diggory: And there’s an alternative to this huh?

 

Donovan: All the power you’d get later on, I can give it to you now. Why not enjoy it while you can? That’s my theory.

 

Diggory: Power? How much?

 

Donovan: Near limitless power. Strength, endurance; raw and unrestrained. Why not set some things right within your life? If you side with us, I can promise you love, respect, power. Everything you’ve ever wanted. I can give you anything. I can give you, (The next word slips out of Donovan’s mouth like smoke). Everything

 

Diggory: (Finally considering the offer). All of that?

 

Donovan: All of that. All I need is a simple handshake. (Offers his hand out to Diggory, who checks it out, a bit weary).

 

Diggory: What would this mean?

 

Donovan: That once the conflict starts, you’ll fight alongside me and my fellow angels against Heaven’s army. C’mon, what d’you say?

 

Diggory: Until then I get exclusive access to all the abilities?

 

Donovan: Exactly. So? Do we have a deal?

 

Diggory: (Looks Donovan up and down, carefully thinking this through before slowly reaching out and grabbing Donovan’s hand). No, not yet anyway.

 

Donovan: Not- Not yet?

 

Digory: You’re dumping a lot on me; I need an hour to think about this. Just one hour.

 

Donovan: (Checks his watch). Just one hour? Yeah, I can swing that. I’ll be back in half an hour, just to be punctual.

 

Diggory: Fine.

 

Donovan: See you then.

 

-Donovan disappears with a pop in front of Diggory.

 

-Diggory looks a bit stunned and slumps back against the nearest headstone.

 

Diggory: Why would Angela want to hide this from me? Doesn’t she trust me? Doesn’t she care about me at all…?

 

-Moose and his fraternity brothers pass by at this point and notice Diggory wrestling with his thoughts.

 

Moose: Oh my. What is this? It looks like our sad, lonely friend Diggory.

 

Diggory: (No nonsense). Oh please not now guys…

 

Moose: Whoa whoa, is that any way to treat your friends? Your friends that want to help you? Seems mighty rude if you ask me.

 

Frat boy 1: Yeah, kinda rude.

 

Diggory: I said not now…please…

 

Moose: Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but we’re not really here to take requests on the matter. We said we’re hear to help, so we’re gonna help, huh? (The frat boys snigger at this).

 

-Moose slams Diggory in the back with his elbow. Diggory falls onto his face. The frat boys laugh harder.

 

Moose: C’mon Dig, don’t be like that. Get up and pull yourself together.

 

-Two frat boys pull Diggory up to his feet.

 

-Moose throws a hard punch into Diggory’s stomach.

 

-The frat boys let Diggory fall to his knees while coughing and holding his gut.

 

Diggory: Seriously…this is a really, (hack), bad time for this now.

 

Moose: Wait a second. (Pulls Diggory’s face in close. They meet eye-to-eye). I know that look…

 

Diggory: It’s call rejection, so yeah, you’d know that quite well.

 

Moose: (Doesn’t find this amusing). I don’t like the tone you’re taking with me Dig.

 

Diggory: (Starts laughing). Hahaha…that’s right, I bet you went out last night looking for Angela, or anyone who even looked like they could be an Angela, or even anyone who looked like they could be female, and you were slapped and spat on and rejected over and over and over again until you got drunk enough to just give up and masturbate instead.

 

Moose: (Gets right into Diggory’s face). Don’t even joke. You’re not funny Dig. No one thinks you’re funny.

 

Diggory: At least I don’t have to rape girls to get them to sleep with me.

 

Moose: (Solemn as he nods). Okay. So that’s how it’s gonna be then, huh?

 

-Moose looks over to his friends. They all nod and smile.

 

-Moose pulls back and destroys Diggory’s nose.

 

End of Chapter 5

 

Chapter 6

 

Scene 1: The Cemetery. Diggory has just begun taking a severe beating from Moose and his fraternity brothers.

 

-Diggory falls backwards, clutching his face.

 

-Moose grabs his legs and swings him around as another frat boy jumps up and knees Diggory in the face.

 

-He goes down hard, struggling to breath.

 

-Diggory gets up, face mangled, but looks directly at Moose, charging and throwing a single punch, which misses.

 

-Moose pounds Diggory in the side, then the other.

 

-He grins and directs two frat boys to prop Diggory up as he starts to fall.

 

-Diggory takes a punch to the face. He slouches. The frat boys holding him pull him back up. He looks woozy.

 

-He gets hit yet again in the face, spraying blood everywhere.

 

-The frat boys let go of Diggory, allowing him to fall to his knees, generally disoriented.

 

-Moose slaps him across the face with another hard punch.

 

-Diggory falls to the ground, beaten badly.

 

-Moose walks up to Diggory, grabbing his hair and dragging him to a gravestone.

 

Moose: You sorry yet?

 

-Diggory weakly gives Moose the finger.

 

-Moose slams Diggory’s head into the gravestone, leaving a blood splatter behind.

 

-Moose lets go of Diggory and takes a step back.

 

-Diggory struggles to pull himself up onto the gravestone to straighten himself.

 

-Moose looks off to his frat boys. Two come up to Diggory and hold him steady.

 

-Moose walks up behind Diggory.

 

Moose: Bite the stone Dig.

 

-The frat boys look off to one another a bit worried, then begin to give weak smiles.

 

Moose: Bite it. Now.

 

-Diggory shakes his head no.

 

-A frat boy grabs Diggory’s head and forces it onto the edge of the stone.

 

-Moose walks up, about to stomp Diggory in the back of the head.

 

-Diggory struggles, pulling an arm free and moving just as Moose stomps down.

 

-Diggory punches as hard as he can into Moose’ groin.

 

-Moose grunts and falls back, holding his crotch.

 

Moose: (In a lot of pain, furious). Kill him…the bastard…kill him!

 

-The frat boys all jump onto Diggory, pummeling him relentlessly.

 

-Diggory shakily reaches a hand up out of the pile, grasping for anything. The frat boys relent, getting off and backing away slowly.

 

-Moose walks up, slaps Diggory’s hand away, and kicks Diggory hard in the face.

 

-Moose begins to walk away.

 

-Diggory grabs his foot and tries to pull him back.

 

-Moose looks down and stomps Diggory in the face.

 

-He waits for anything more.

 

-Diggory struggles to breathe.

 

-Moose and his group laugh to themselves as Moose begins to walk away.

 

Moose: I’m tired of this. Just listen to me, that bitch wasn’t worth it Dig. She ain’t worth it. You’re a nice guy, but you’re just wasting your time with guttersnipes. (He and the rest of the frat boys walk away, leaving Diggory lying on the ground, coughing up blood).

 

-Adam comes by and notices Diggory’s mangled figure.

 

Adam: Chuck? Oh God, Charlie, what’s happened?!

 

-He runs over and spides down next to Diggory, who has essentially stopped registeringanything anymore.

 

Adam: Chuck! Wake up buddy, come on!

 

-With a pop, Donovan appears in front of Diggory and Adam.

 

Donovan: Okay, I’m sorry, I’m an impatient-

 

-Donovan sees Diggory and instantly shifts from cool and collected to panicked.

 

Donovan: What the hell did you do to him?

 

Adam: I didn’t- Did you just appear from thin air?

 

Donovan: Yeah. (Grab’s Diggory and starts shaking him, slapping him in the face). C’mon kid, stay with me here…

 

Adam: I just found him like this. Oh God…

 

Donovan: Dig, wake up, I really need you right now.

 

Adam: He’s just…maybe he’s just concussed?

 

-Diggory has effectively stopped breathing at this point, his head hanging lump as Donovan frantically attempts to get a reaction.

 

Donovan: Hey! I need you awake to make this deal! You’ve got to agree willingly or else none of this will work! (No response from Diggory). SHIT!

 

-Donovan stands up and shatters the headstone in a rage.

 

Adam: (Trying to help Diggory in any way). He needs to get to the hospital.

 

Donovan: It won’t do any good at this point.

 

Adam: Who-? Just who are you?

 

Donovan: Donovan, I’m a Closer from Hell. You missed the speech. (Rubbing his face, remorseful). And I needed him, so badly did I need him…

 

Adam: I don’t-

 

-Donovan finally gets a good look at Adam, cutting him off.

 

Donovan: Hold on…Why does your face look familiar…?

 

Adam: I don’t know.

 

Donovan: What did you say your name was?

 

Adam: Adam. Adam Saunders.

 

Donovan: (Very curious). Saunders…? Have you been propositioned by Heaven? Have they already got to you?

 

Adam: What are you-? No, I haven’t.

 

Donovan: (Partly to himself). It might do in a pinch. Not ideal, but then this whole plan needed some backup risks just in case… Yeah, I could make this work. (Points toward Adam). Do you want to see who did this to your friend?

 

Adam: (Kneels down next to Diggory). Yes, please.

 

Donovan: Hold on then.

 

-Donovan kneels down and places a hand on Diggory’s chest, then another hand on Adam’s.

 

-Upon doing this, a red energy flows from Diggory into Adam.

 

-Adam is hit by this, instantly seeing the beating flash rapidly before him.

 

-Donovan stops as Adam hunches forward, holding his stomach, rocking.

 

Adam: I could feel it…I could feel every impact…

 

Donovan: God damned dickheads… I can help you get back at them. It’s too late to offer this deal to Diggory, but you can still do it.

 

Adam: (Tearful). I know. I felt that part, too.

 

Donovan: Agree to fight for me and I can give you so much power, and I can give it all to you now.

 

Adam: No waiting for the conflict…

 

Donovan: You’re even quicker than Dig.

 

Adam: (Wrestling with this, clearly torn). …I accept.

 

-Adam reaches out his hand to Donovan.

 

Donovan: (Taken aback). Good man.

 

-Donovan clenches Adam’s hand, setting fire to Adam instantly.

 

-Adam screams as he’s engulfed in a burning flame, standing up and tensing his entire body.

 

-He stops screaming and looks at his hands, realizing the fire’s coming from him. He also sees that Donovan is gone.

 

-With great difficulty, Adam pulls the fire back into himself so that the only sign of it is a great deal os smoke wafting out from his eyes.

 

-He takes one quick look down at Diggory’s lifeless body, then disappears.

 

Scene 2: A local college bar. It seems like a popular night with loud music and quite a few people drinking and socializing.

 

-Moose walks by the bartender and waves.

 

Moose: Sup.

 

Bartender: The usual?

 

Moose: The usual. Bring ‘em to the basement in about…three minutes. And ice! We’ll need ice.

 

Vartender: Try not to get blood on my floor!

 

Moose: I can’t make promises for the other guys! Hah!

 

-He continues down a set of stairs into a wide open area where a few dozen guys have gathered, most wearing fraternity sweaters.

 

Moose: (Walking up to one of his frat buddies). Everything about ready?

 

Frat Boy 1: Yep, we can get started.

 

Moose: Excellent.

 

-Moose takes off his shirt and cracks his neck. The group of frat boys gather around him and start doing the same.

 

Moose: So then, we all liquored up and ready to have the shit beaten out of us?

 

Frat Boys: Hell yeah!

 

Moose: That’s what I thought. Who remembers the first rule?

 

Frat Boy 2: No dick punches.

 

Moose: Right. Second rule?

 

Frat Boy 3: No eye gouges.

 

Moose: Correct. Third rule?

 

Frat Boy 4: Uh…don’t talk about what we’re doing?

 

Moose: Fuck no, you’re new aren’t you?

 

Frat boy 4: Yeah.

 

Moose: Rule three: Flaunt this shit.

 

Frat Boys: Hoorah!

 

Adam: (Walking through the opening to the basement). Is this how you typically spend a Friday night?

 

Moose: (Swivels around, very surprised). Saunders?

 

Adam: (Shaking slightly). Why so surprised Moose? Are you and your frat brothers feeling a bit of guilt for once?

 

Moose: Hey hey, that’s “fraternity,” okay? You don’t call a “country” a “cunt,” you don’t call a “fraternity” a “frat,” got it?

 

Adam: Yes yes. I wouldn’t want to damage your fraternity’s reputation with wordplay when murder seems to be the only thing that qualifies for a team activity.

 

Moose: (Really confused). What the hell you talkin’ about Adam?

 

Scene 3: The cemetery not far from the bar.

 

-Diggory’s body remains propped up against the headstone. With a cough, his eyes open again.

 

Diggory: (Looking around, confused). What’s…where am I…?

 

-He slowly and shakily gets to his feet, blood still dripping from his mouth and forehead.

 

Diggory: Somebody…somebody…

 

-Diggory stumbles off in search of help.

 

Scene 4: Back in the bar’s basement.

 

Frat Boy 1: (Stretching his arms, antsy to get going). Hey Moose, can we just start thus, eh?

 

Moose: Of course. And Ox, just because you’re my fraternity brother, give Adam a taste of the right hook you gave to his buddy, Dig.

 

Ox: (He begins pounding his fists). No problem chief.

 

Moose: It’s too bad proper respect never rubbed off on either you or Dig, you know?

 

Ox: (Slowly walking up to Adam). This is such a nice coincidence, what with us just kicking the shit out of Diggory.

 

-Ox struts up to Adam, ready to inflict some major harm.

 

Ox: You didn’t get a chance to see Dig, did you?

 

Adam: (Coldly). Yes. He’s dead.

 

Ox: What?

 

-Without much warning, Adam brings his elbow down on Ox’s head, noticeably shattering Ox’s skull.

 

-Ox crumples, dead.

 

-The crowd of fight club members begin muttering, confused.

 

Moose: (Shocked). What the hell just happened?

 

Adam: (Looks up at Moose). An eye for an eye, right?

 

Moose: (He rushes over to where Ox is laying and inspects him. Ox is very clearly dead. Moose is nearly at a loss for words). He’s…he’s dead…? (Looks up at Adam, pissed). He’s dead?!

 

Adam: (Very cold). When you get yours, it’s gonna be a lot slower.

 

Moose: (Rushes at Adam, tears in his eyes). You bastard!

 

-Moose runs at Adam, winding up a punch and throwing it.

 

-Adam catches the punch and pulls Moose’s arm forward, then brings his other elbow down onto Moose’s arm, breaking it.

 

-Moose drops down to his knees in pain, yelling.

 

-The group starts to scatter, unsure what to make of this.

 

Frat Boy 2: What…what’s going on here?! Guys, that’s not Adam! It’s someone else!

 

Adam: You’d be dead wrong with that assumption.

 

-The frat gang doesn’t know whether to rush Adam or flee. Adam chooses for them and disappears, reappearing in front of Frat Boy 3.

 

Frat Boy 3: (Freaked out). ‘Sa fuckin’ demon!

 

-Adam slaps Frat Boy 3 in the mouth, removing his jaw.

 

-Adam punches up through the opening in Frat Boy 3’s jaw and explodes his head.

 

-Now everyone is sufficiently freaked. Panic ensues. The frat boys attempt to flee.

 

Adam: You don’t get to leave!

 

-Adam stomps his foot into the ground, sending a spike of concrete up to block the door, impaling a fraternity member as he tries to escape.

 

-While people stop to understand this, Adam leaps up and comes down on one of the frat boys’ stomach.

 

-The frat boy vomits blood and then promptly dies.

 

-Adam disappears and then reappears in front of another frat boy, grabbing him by the throat and kneeing him in the stomach.

 

-Adam tosses the frat boy up and grabs his foot, swinging him around increasingly faster.

 

-The frat boy’s head collides with a concrete pillar and explodes.

 

-Adam throws the decapitated frat boy onto Frat Boy 4.

 

Frat Boy 4: (Freaked out and trying to get the decapitated frat boy off him). Oh shit! Oh God!

 

-Adam charges his hand up, then quickly moves to the side and fires a punch into the side of another frat boy, penetrating deep into his torso.

 

-The frat boy falls down, not dead but on his way.

 

Frat Boy 4: (Looks up and sees Adam make eye contact with him). Oh! Oh no! Oh fuck!

 

-Adam charges his hand again, causing it to glow. He forms a static ball and hurls it at Frat Boy 4’s face.

 

Frat Boy 4: Oh sh-! (The static ball collides, blowing his head off). GACK-!

 

-The frat boy who was punched in the side continues to huddle over, clutching his bleeding side. He coughs blood and falls over, dead.

 

Frat Boy 2: (Picks up a trashcan and throws it at Adam. It bounces off). Hey fucker! You’re not getting away with this! (Picks up another trash can and throws it at Adam).

 

-Adam catches the metal trashcan with one hand, crumpling the spot he grasped, then tears it in half.

 

Frat Boy 2: (Extremely terrified). Oh fuck!

 

-Adam leaps up with his knees tucked under him and lands on Frat Boy 2’s shoulders, still holding the shredded metal trashcan.

 

-Adam pinches his knees together and then twists his hips, snapping Frat Boy 2’s head.

 

-Frat Boy 2 instantly falls as Adam hops down to his feet.

 

-He sees the remaining frat boys trying to escape via a back exit. He flattens the metal halves he’s holding and hurls them both at the escaping frat boys.

 

-The deadly Frisbees slice three frat boys in half, very obviously killing them.

 

-Absolute panic has ensued from the crowd as everyone struggles to exit, pushing and shoving to get away, clearing out fairly quick.

 

Moose: (Looks up, tears in his eyes, still holding his broken arm). But…Adam…

 

Adam: (Shaking with rage as he walks over to Moose). No, it’s Saunders. We’re not on a first-name basis.

 

Moose: Why would you do this?

 

Adam: Because you would have done the same thing.

 

-He grabs Moose and throws him to the ground, grabbing him by the throat as he starts throttling him/

 

Moose: (Weeping openly). But…you’re a nice guy.

 

Adam: No one understands hate like a nice guy.

 

-Adam freaks out and starts pummeling Moose in the face with severe punches, each one going deeper and deeper.

 

Adam: (Screaming). IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?!

 

-With one fight punch, Adam splatters Moose’s head, cracking the floor as well.

 

-Moose’s foot twitches before he finally dies.

 

-Adam still looks ready to fight, his eyes nearly showing flames in them. Everyone else has all but left, though their terrified screams can easily be heard.

 

Diggory: (Reaches out and gently touches Adam’s shoulder from behind). Adam…?

 

-Adam reacts instinctively by turning around and thrusting his elbow out into Diggory’s throat.

 

-Diggory grabs his collapsed throat and stumbles backwards, choking to death.

 

Adam: (Realizes what just happened. His expression fades from hateful to sorrowful hoping to help Diggory somehow). Charlie…? No! I didn’t mean…

 

-Diggory falls down as Adam holds him in his arms, looking him up and down, terrified.

 

Adam: Diggory, please, I didn’t…I didn’t mean for this to happen…

 

-Tears have welled up in Diggory’s eyes, as well as Adam’s.

 

-Diggory just looks sadly at Adam before finally dying.

 

Adam: (Shaking Diggory, in shock). Charlie? Charlie?! God please, Charlie! (Openly weeping, burying his head in Diggory’s torso).

 

Angela: (Walks up and stands over Adam. She looks very remorseful). What have you done?

 

Adam: (His head shoots up, surprised and still weeping, frantic). I didn’t…please…help him…

 

Angela: (She’s begun to cry as well). I can’t. He’s gone.

 

Adam: (Looks Diggory over again). But…there must be some way to save him. (Looks up at Angela). You’re an angel; there’s got to something you can do!

 

Angela: How did you-?

 

Adam: Donovan told me. He made a deal to help me but…

 

Angela: Donovan…

 

Aam: Please! Do something!

 

Angela: There isn’t anything I can do. I’m so sorry.

 

Lucifer: (Walking into the area. She seems rather uncaring of the situation). If it brings you any comfort, at least his soul didn’t wind up in Hell just now.

 

Angela: (Freaks out upon seeing Lucifer). Lucifer…?

 

Adam: (Unsure of how to act). You’re Lucifer?

 

Lucifer: Yes. I don’t typically make visits to Earth but it seems the situation warranted the exception.

 

Angela: (Becomes angry and gets in Lucifer’s face). The rules were clear on the matter. Closers weren’t-

 

Lucifer: (More bored by this accusation than anything). Yes yes, Closers aren’t allowed to interfere with existing cases. I know this, I helped agree on the rules. Donovan’s the one who broke all these rules. Now unfortunately that means I need to set things right. (Turns to Adam). Adam Saunders, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.

 

Adam: No. (Shakes his head, still devastated by the loss of his best friend). No I’m staying here.

 

Lucifer: Did I misspeak? Unfortunately for you I own you now. It was part of the deal that you foolishly agreed upon in your emotional state. You’re coming with me before you do anything to make the situation worse.

 

Adam: I’ll never side with you… Do you hear me?!

 

Lucifer: (Undeterred). Yes I hear you.

 

Angela: (Sorrowful). Adam, I don’t like this any more than you do…

 

Adam: Then help me! If you can’t help Charlie, help me!

 

Angela: I just can’t!

 

Adam: No one helped Charlie. No one. Except for Donovan.

 

Lucifer: He overstepped his boundaries and put everything in jeopardy and he will be severely punished. He didn’t intend to help you; he did it for purely selfish purposes. Now come with me before you accidentally kill someone else.

 

Adam: (He’s lost his mind at this point). You think I’d kill someone on accident? That I’m not in control of myself? (Clenches his fists). Then what if I do it on purpose?! (He tenses his entire body and starts making a massive earthquake).

 

Lucifer: (Looks over to Angela, somewhat cautious. She gets into a battle stance). This is only going to get worst before it gets better… (Everything fades out as Adam begins screaming, violently shaking the area).

 

End of Chapter 6

Chapter 7

 

Scene 1: In the bar’s basement. Adam is powering up into what looks to be an explosion as Lucifer and Angela prepare themselves for whatever comes next.

 

Adam: (His fists are clenched and his body is tensed). You may want to hold onto something…

 

Lucifer: Boy! Don’t do something you’ll regret! (Turns to Angela). Talk some sense into him!

 

Angela: He’s not going to listen to me any more than he will you!

 

Lucifer: Well try!

 

Angela: Adam stop!

 

Adam: (Starts laughing). Why the sudden interest, huh? Was Dig too boring to help and now you want to talk to me? (Closes his eyes). Well here goes nothing!

 

-A flash comes from nowhere as something strikes Adam in the stomach with a loud “BLOOM”, knocking the wind out of him.

 

-Adam stops charging whatever and falls to his knees, holding his stomach and gasping for air.

 

-Both Lucifer and Angela are fairly confused at to what happened.

 

Lucifer: (Looking around). What was that?

 

Donovan: (Suddenly coming into view standing between Adam and the others). Sorry kid; can’t have you wasting our chance just like that.

 

Angela: Donovan!

 

Donovan: Hey Angie. Didn’t think I’d sit this out did you?

 

Adam: (Finally catching his breath). Donovan…? All this power…?

 

Donovan: It takes some getting used to, but it feels damned good, doesn’t it?

 

Angela: You call murdering all these people damned good?

 

Donovan: (Looks around a bit). I will say this: I’m impressed with your handy work, and doing it the basement, away from immediate public witness, that’s a stroke of genius.

 

Lucifer: Donovan, I hate to say it but I’m actually glad you showed up.

 

Donovan: Heh. (Smirks). I doubt you’ll be saying that in a moment or so.

 

Lucifer: (Confused again). What? What do you mean by that?

 

Adam: These men deserved to die…but not Charlie… Why’d he have to die?

 

Donovan: You make it sound like I’m the one who punched him in the throat.

 

Adam: You tricked me, didn’t you?

 

Donovan: I offered you something worthwhile and you accepted; it’s as simple as that.

 

Adam: You didn’t tell me everything!

 

Donovan: I’m from Hell; I’m not exactly inclined to be the example of truth and honesty. That’s Angela’s job.

 

Lucifer: Donovan, destroy Adam before he has a chance to do something that’ll disrupt the agreement further!

 

Donovan: (Casually stretching). No, I don’t think I’ll be doing that.

 

Lucifer: What?! Do it now! (Her watch begins beeping). What? Already?

 

Donovan: (Snaps to an alert stance). And it looks like your time here in the physical world is up.

 

Lucifer: If I didn’t know any better, Donovan, I’d say you’re happy about that.

 

Donovan: You should have left the affairs of mortals to those who were once mortal.

 

Lucifer: I don’t care! Just resolve this now!

 

Donovan: (Turns on Lucifer and begins charging an energy blast in his hand). Alright kid, if you do exactly as I say, this’ll all end wonderfully.

 

Lucifer: What are you doing?!

 

Adam: (Angry). What do you expect me to do?!

 

Angela: Lucifer isn’t allowed to stay on Earth for longer than 5 minutes before her powers fade to near nothing. It’s part of the agreed-upon terms so that she can’t interfere too heavily in the actual dealings. (Nods and looks at Donovan). You planned this the whole time, didn’t you Donovan?

 

Donovan: I’m glad you’re catching on Angie. Feel free to join in.

 

Lucifer: (Terrified). Donovan, if you so much as attempt to do what I think you’re thinking of doing…

 

Donovan: Alright Adam, on the count of three…

 

Adam: (Stands up, facing Donovan). No.

 

Donovan: Wh…what?

 

Adam: I see now. You used me this whole time. You would have used Charlie, but things didn’t go perfectly, so you had to find a decent replace and grabbed me.

 

Donovan: (Getting frustrated). Look, time was tricky and there was always the chance that the plan would need to get altered, but we can settle this between you and I after we kill The Devil, yeah?

 

Lucifer: Sorry to disappoint you Donovan, but you’re not going to be rid of me that easily. (Begins to phase away). Farewell for now!

 

Donovan: Now! Do it now!

 

Adam: NO! (Instantly appears in front of Donovan and punches him in the chin, sending him skidding on his feet backwards).

 

Donovan: (Shakes his head and looks up at Lucifer as she fades away, laughing and flipping him off). No… Damnit no!

 

Adam: I’m not your puppet!

 

Donovan: (Angry and stressed). I never said you were! You were supposed to be my partner in this!

 

Adam: I don’t like the idea of being used!

 

Donovan: Either side would have used you just the same! I gave you a third option and a chance to fix this whole fucked up system and you pissed it away!

 

Adam: No, just because you wanted me for your own selfish needs doesn’t mean Heaven would have done the same thing.

 

Donovan: Oh yeah? If Heaven’s angels cared so much about doing the right thing, then where’d Angela go?

 

Adam: Huh? (Looks around. Angela is gone).

 

Donovan: Now what? You happy with what’s happened? You fucked it all up, you know that?

 

Adam: (Turns to Donovan, pissed). I’ve had enough from you.

 

Donovan: (Annoyed). Oh God, please tell me you’re not about to do what I know you’re about to do.

 

Adam: (Furious, readying himself to attack). I’ll kill you.

 

Donovan: Too late, I’m already dead.

 

Adam: Then I’ll make you wish for a second death!

 

-Adam rushes Donovan, takes a swing, and completely misses as Donovan steps to the side, swatting Adam’s fist aside and hitting him with a punch of his own.

 

-Adam recuperates quickly and throws another punch.

 

-Donovan catches it and swivels around behind Adam, punching him in the back of the head while still holding his wrist.

 

-Donovan holds onto Adam’s wrist and pulls him into a heavy kick to his side that sends Adam skidding onto the concrete.

 

Donovan: Don’t make a fool of yourself. I’ve been doing this for a lot longer than you have, so there’s really no reason to go through this song and dance.

 

-Adam angrily gets up and takes a bunch of blind swings at Donovan, who doges each, blocking a few.

 

-Donovan finally elbows Adam in the nose, sending him stumbling back again.

 

Donovan: Do not do this. Listen to me.

 

Adam: Listening you to is what got me in this mess to begin with.

 

Donovan: No, not listening to me got you into this mess. If you’d have attacked Lucifer with me when I told you to we’d have destroyed her and you’d be a God damned hero!

 

Adam: Lies!

 

-Adam leaps up and knees Donovan in the face. Donovan flips backwards, seemingly out of control.

 

-Donovan lands and is instantly up, upper-cutting Adam clear through the ceiling.

 

-Adam smashes through the bar, crumbling it as he flies outside before bouncing to a stop in the street.

 

Donovan: (Walking slowly towards Adam). How resilient do you think your new body will be? Do you think you’ll be able to stand up after more like that? Huh? You should stay down if you know what’s smart.

 

Adam: (Gets up, wincing a bit). Never! (Grabs some of the twisted wreckage from the bar and pulls it free, swinging it at Donovan).

 

-Donovan throws his arm up and blocks the metal girder from harming him. It bends with a “CLANG” as it hits Donovan’s forearm.

 

-Donovan reaches out and grabs the girder from Adam, wrenching it from his grasp. Donovan then swats Adam downward with it.

 

Donovan: (Tosses aside the piece of debris and walks up to Adam, pulling him up). You’re not fairing too well, are you?

 

-Adam tenses up, regaining his senses quickly. He grabs Donovan’s collar back and headbutts him with all his strength.

 

-Donovan screeches through the air, smashing into a small building across the street.

 

-The building caves in as Donovan leaps out from it, high into the air before landing relatively unharmed on the ground.

 

Donovan: (Yells out at Adam). Not bad! (Looks back over his shoulder). I think the point was for that to hurt me, right? (Shrugs). Oh well, what can you do?

 

-Donovan mockingly waggles a finger at Adam before suddenly appearing in front of him. Donovan pulls both fists back to one side, then double-fist smashes Adam in the head.

 

-Adam is hurled viciously into the air.

 

-Donovan appears above Adam and boots him in the face with both feet.

 

-Adam is hurled through the air, colliding with a number of high-rise buildings, smashing through them as he goes, finally losing momentum and falling to the street bellow.

 

-Donovan appears once more a few yards away and begins to walk towards Adam.

 

Donovan: So, you get your energy out? Ready to stop this little tantrum?

 

-Despite bleeding, Adam leaps to his feet and makes a foolish rush at Donovan.

 

-Adam rushes Donovan, taking a swing at his head and missing. Donovan crouches and hits Adam in the chest with an elbow.

 

Adam stumbles back but quickly rushes Donovan with another punch at the head.

 

-Donovan dodges this as well, doing a roundhouse elbow to Adam’s back.

 

Donovan: You can just stay down, alright?

 

-Adam instantly moves into Donovan, grabbing him by the throat. Donovan struggles but can’t break the hold.

 

-Adam begins running while clutching Donovan’s throat, slamming him into the side of a building, continuing to run while dragging Donovan as he is smashed through whatever Adam runs through.

 

Adam: You regretting this deal yet?

 

-Donovan grabs Adam’s hand, yanking it down as Donovan punches upward, hitting Adam with a serious uppercut.

 

-Adam is thrown upward through yet another building.

 

Donovan: I’ve regretted nearly all the choices I’ve made up to a certain point…

 

-Donovan charges his hand up and sends a shockwave punch through the foundations of the building, bringing it down on Adam.

 

-People in the streets have begun panicking and freaking out, some rushing away from the building as it collapses, some weeping as they witness what is clearly the end of a few dozen lives.

 

-Adam leaps out from the top of the building high into the air, looking down at Donovan.

 

Donovan: So, you’re progressing further into your abilities?

 

-Adam lands a few feet in front of Donovan, starring him down. He’s breathing hard but otherwise he looks relatively unharmed.

 

Donovan: You might want to cover your eyes.

 

-As the building finally collapses, a plume of dust is blown through the street, engulfing Adam and Donovan.

 

-Both just stand motionless, staring each other down.

 

-The dust clears and Adam is gone.

 

Donovan: (Smiles). Tricky little bastard…

 

-Donovan shoots his elbow out quickly behind him, slamming Adam in the face as he reappears.

 

-Donovan turns and slaps Adam on the side of the head, bopping his ear before slamming his fist down onto Adam’s shoulder, forcing Adam onto his back.

 

-Adam grabs Donovan’s foot and yanks it out from under him, leaping up and coming down extremely hard with a punch to Donovan’s gut.

 

-With a loud “PLOOM,” Adam hits Donovan, cratering the street around them.

 

Adam: (Jumping aside, taking heaving breaths). Tell me, do the dead feel pain?

 

Donovan: (Gets up, still clutching his gut. He eyes Adam, finally pissed). You tell me!

 

-Donovan uppercuts Adam hard before disappearing and reappearing behind Adam, striking him again and again and again in the same fashion of disappearing and reappearing around him, pummeling him repeatedly with all manor of blows.

 

-Donovan finishes his combo off by slamming Adam in the face with both feet, sending him skidding on his back.

 

-Adam gets up, somewhat wobbly, and charges his fist up.

 

Donovan: What’s this…?

 

-Adam’s hand continues to glow before he screams and throws a decently-sized static ball at Donovan.

 

-Donovan quickly throws his arms up and blocks his face as the static ball explodes, looking worthless.

 

Donovan: That’s it?

 

Adam: (Surprised). What?

 

Donovan: Given some time you really could have been a competent fighter. Oh well, too bad.

 

-Donovan closes his eyes and clenches his fist, charging a real energy blast. He begins to yell as the glow causes the whole area to become blinding. He fires it, launching a massive energy beam at Adam.

 

-Adam worriedly looks at the beam as it’s coming towards him and prepares himself, tensing his entire body.

 

 

End of Chapter 7

 

 

Chapter 8

 

Scene 1: Adam and Donovan are still battling in the middle of a crowded city. They’ve already taken down some buildings and caused their share of destruction, but it’s only about to get intensified as Donovan fires his energy blast at Adam.

 

-As Donovan discharges, Adam transports behind Donovan, getting him into a full nelson.

 

-Donovan begins struggling against this. Adam starts kneeing him in the back, finally letting go and hitting him with a massive punch to the face. Donovan is sent onto the ground a few yards away.

 

Donovan: How the hell you dodged that is beyond me… But it won’t matter much anymore…

 

Adam: Nothing seems to matter much anymore…

 

Donovan: Kid, you don’t know how true those words really are.

 

-Adam throws himself at Donovan, grabbing him by the jacket and causing them both to roll down several blocks, directly into traffic.

 

-The two leap to their feet as cars try to swerve out of the way.

 

-Donovan grabs a small 2-door car and slams Adam with it.

 

-Adam is thrown backwards into the windshield of a station wagon, quickly getting up and jumping back into the fray with Donovan.

 

-The two fight back and forth, toe-to-toe in the middle of the intersection as cars keep swerving to keep from hitting them, smashing into each other and various things along the road. The two combatants are completely oblivious to this.

 

-Police finally get to the scene and duck behind their cop car, readying to fire.

 

Policeman 1: (His gun is drawn and pointed at the two fighting). Both of you, cease and desist NOW! (Neither Adam nor Donovan react at all). This is your last warning before we open fire! (Policeman 1 turns to the rest of the force). Shoot to kill! (They open fire. Adam and Donovan instantly disappear). What…? Where’d they go…?

 

-Adam and Donovan reappear in the air, colliding with a “POOM” that causes the ground to shake and everyone around to freak out even more.

 

Policeman 1: Holy shit! (Turns to his heavy arms). You think you can take ‘em out?

 

Heavy Arms: (Hoists a rocket-launcher to her shoulder). No problem. (Begins to take aim as Adam and Donovan reappear in the center of the intersection).

 

-Heavy Arms fires a rocket at Donovan.

 

-Donovan turns around and grabs the rocket out of the air, swinging around and hitting Adam in the face with it.

 

-The explosion sends Adam flying as Donovan shields his face.

 

Policeman 1: Did you get him?!

 

-Adam leaps to his feet after landing, instantly on top of Donovan again, going blow-for-blow.

 

-The two collide fists and send shockwaves through the streets again, shattering all glass in the immediate area.

 

-Adam begins throwing larger and larger static orbs at Donovan.

 

-Donovan keeps deflecting them as they hit bystanders and police, exploding and creating a severe amount of property damage.

 

-Absolutely everyone begins evacuating.

 

Donovan: (Adam’s finally taking a break, clearly getting exhausted). It bother you all the casualties you’re causing?

 

Adam: (Suddenly dawning on him). What?

 

Donovan: (Panting). You don’t think this fight isn’t harming innocents all over the place? Take a look around.

 

-Adam actually does take a second to look around. Buildings have collapsed and wreckage is everywhere. The few blocks they’ve been fighting in look to be in very bad shape.

 

Donovan: Did you mean to do this much damage for a little vendetta?

 

Adam: (Furious). You’re as much to blame for all of this!

 

Donovan: At some point you’ll realize that you have to be fully accountable for all your sins. I’m completely aware of what I’m doing, and I accept whatever punishment I’ll likely receive. Have you given it any thought?

 

Adam: Stop trying to distract me!

 

Donovan: You think you can atone for all of this by destroying me, don’t you? But it doesn’t work that way.

 

Adam: I said stop!

 

-Adam grabs a chunk of pavement and hurls it at Donovan.

 

-Donovan sweeps his arm in front of him, smashing the pavement slab.

 

Donovan: It doesn’t work that way…

 

-Adam looks down at the ground and concentrates, levitating dozens of chunks of pavement. He looks up and throws his arms forward, sending the chunks at Donovan.

 

-Donovan clenches his fists and flings them out in an open stance, yelling as a static sphere surrounds him, shredding the pavement chunks as they hit him.

 

-Adam charges a static orb above his head and leaps into the air, throwing it down at Donovan, colliding with the static sphere and causing a massive discharge of electricity to blow around, firing bolts everywhere, ripping up the streets and buildings.

 

-Adam dodges each bolt as it screeches by him while Donovan seems to be caught pretty deeply in the center of the discharge, getting hit repeated by heavy bolts.

 

-Donovan tenses his body again and leaps out from the orb with some difficulty, taking time as the sides of the energy ball stretch with him before he breaks free with a “SCREE” following him.

 

-Adam narrowly avoids getting hit with the final discharge from the blast, though he’s hit by Donovan’s fist fairly hard.

 

-The sky flashes as the energy discharge rips through it, causing lightning to hit all around the city.

 

Donovan: (Breathing extremely hard). Just…heh…stay down… (Adam slowly, very slowly, gets to his feet). Heh…heh…you’re definitely not a quitter…extremely stupid, but not a quitter…

 

Adam: I’m not stopping until I’ve destroyed you.

 

Donovan: No one talks like that. If you’re gonna play this game you’re gonna have to learn more of the basics, and one important lesson to learn is that no one talks like that.

 

Adam: (Angrily begins to advance on Donovan again). I will destroy you.

 

Donovan: (Smirks). Do you swear it?

 

Adam: I SWEAR IT!

 

-Adam launches himself at Donovan once more as Donovan begins laughing uncontrollably.

 

Scene 2: Angela is hurriedly running through the city streets as lightning strikes down all around.

 

Angela: (Sees a man looking up at the sky. She points at him and tenses her hand. The man disappears). I don’t believe this…I didn’t expect it to happen so soon… (Looks around for anyone. A mother is huddled under a bench with two children). I wish I could be doing more… (Points at the family and tenses her hand. The family disappears. Angela keeps running as fast as she can manage). I just hope this doesn’t classify as breaking rules…

 

Anthony: (Appears beside Angela, running as well). No, not technically.

 

Angela: (Surprised). Who are you?

 

Anthony: I’m a Closer from Hell. Name’s Anthony. I’m an ex-associate of Donovan’s.

 

Angela: Are you here to fight him?

 

Anthony: You insane? Not a chance. Are you?

 

Angela: I’m not allowed to directly interfere with the business of other Closers.

 

Anthony: Of course, my apologies. I forget how strictly Heaven’s Closers follow the rules. (Angela points at a homeless man in a cardboard box who looks terrified. She does her stuff and he disappears). Well…mostly.

 

Angela: (Annoyed). What do you want?

 

Anthony: Where’s Donovan?

 

Angela: Look for the source of all this trouble; I think you’ll find him. Why do you need to know if you’re not here to fight?

 

Anthony: Guilt, perhaps.

 

Angela: (Confused). What?

 

Anthony: It’s important that you listen to what I’ve got to say.

 

Angela: Hmm. (Nods).

 

Scene 3: Back with Adam and Donovan at ground zero.

 

-Adam is beating Donovan relentlessly, slugging him with fierce punches over and over again, knocking him to the ground.

 

-Donovan just keeps getting up, laughing.

 

Adam: (Winded, hunched over, fists still clenched). Why…? Why are you laughing?!

 

Donovan: (Regaining a bit of composer). Hahaha…you just don’t get it, do you? All of this is an utter waste of time and effort. Either you punch me or I punch you, it doesn’t matter, we both just get up, don’t we?

 

Adam: You’re stalling again!

 

Donovan: No, I’m eager to get this over with, but I just don’t like the solution I see ahead of me.

 

Adam: You’re not making any sense!

 

Donovan: I know how this ends. Ultimately I’m fine with it, but it’s all just been such a waste.

 

Adam: Enough!

 

-Adam throws himself at Donovan. Donovan grabs Adam’s hands and the two clench up, neither backing down. Both are straining to overpower the other and neither is making any headway. Sparks are flying from the two.

 

Donovan: After all the planning I did you just had to mess things up, didn’t you?

 

Adam: It’d have helped if you tried informing me of your plan instead of just assuming I’d know what you wanted.

 

Donovan: I’ve been working on this whole plot for years now, carefully putting each piece into place. I have an army of hundreds waiting for me once I pull them from Purgatory.

 

Adam: (Really confused). Huh? What’re you talking about now?!

 

Scene 4: Flash into Donovan’s thoughts. We see Donovan walking in the alleyway at the beginning, singing his song as he advances on the three helpless victims.

 

Donovan Narration: (The scene plays out as it originally did). Normally a Closer is the medium used to draw a soul to a specific otherworldly side. We recruit, they sign on, and in doing so they’re fused with whichever side signed them. Every soul is given the chance at some point to make this decision…unless… (Donovan begins slaughtering the three men in the alleyway). Closers are not from this world, and though they’re mediums of change and facilitators of fate, if one were to act out of line… (More horrors as Donovan kills the four thugs in the alleyway that attacked Angela). There’d be a breech, an interruption. The soul would cease to function within the rules of the two-party system. (Donovan stabs the professor). They end up someplace new… (Hundreds of souls, faceless and shapeless, wander around an empty void). Purgatory.

 

Scene 5: Back to the present with Donovan and Adam clenched up.

 

Donovan: Neither side has claim over Purgatory thus far. All those souls are wandering completely oblivious, waiting for someone to come along and give them shape, form, and leadership.

 

Adam: (Shocked). That’s insanity…

 

Donovan: (Clearly deranged). You’ve no idea the depths your mind will travel to once you reach the great beyond and fully touch the essence of Heaven and Hell. The system is flawed, it always ways, and I’m just setting about to create some change.

 

Adam: You’re setting about to unravel everything!

 

Donovan: Perhaps…or perhaps I’m just setting out to right a few wrongs in my own life.

 

Adam: I just…I don’t get it…

 

Donovan: Heh.

 

-Donovan pulls Adam into a headbutt while not letting go.

 

Donovan: (Smiles and starts to glow). Looks like it’s time for that change, eh?

 

Adam: What’s…?

 

Donovan: Hahaha! You new kids are always so curious, aren’t you?!

 

-Everything begins to glow intensely as Donovan gleams blindly bright. Adam is struggling to escape but can’t.

 

-Suddenly a flash of light hits Adam, causing him to yell and everything to flash white.

 

Scene 6: Flashback into Donovan’s head. We see Donovan and Angela walking together, talking and laughing.

 

-Angela playfully shoves Donovan. Donovan starts laughing and shoves her back. The two wrestle around for a bit before Angela completely tackles Donovan, taking him to the ground, pinning him down.

 

-The two look into each other’s eyes for a brief moment before Angela hops up, smiling and proud. She helps Donovan get up.

 

-There’s a flash and we see them jump ahead in time, sitting at a coffee shop, laughing and drinking coffee as Donovan tells an elaborate story, causing Angela to laugh harder.

 

-There’s another flash and the two are sitting in class while taking a test. Though Donovan seems to be concentrating, he’s hit by a wad of paper from Angela. He looks back and sees her smiling. She makes a face at him and he starts laughing.

 

-Yet another flash and Donovan is walking down the street, talking on a cell phone, though this time he doesn’t seem so happy. He hangs up, frustrated and clearly bothered by something.

 

Anthony: (A voice calls out to Donovan, stepping out of the shadows dressed in the coat that Donovan’s usually seen in). Hey, your name Donovan?

 

Donovan: Who’s asking?

 

Anthony: A fan. You could say I’m a talent scout in some sense.

 

-The two talk on and on, cutting ahead to show the time passing, each new cut having Anthony pacing around Donovan, making big gestures.

 

Anthony: (Finally stops moving, pulls out a card, and offers it to Donovan). The name’s Anthony. You may call my Tony for short if you wish.

 

Donovan: (Looks Anthony up and down for a moment). I’m not interested.

 

Anthony: Wha-what?

 

Donovan: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go talk some sense into the woman I’m not giving up on.

 

Anthony: Weren’t you listening to my offer? I can give you anything! I can give you, everything!

 

Donovan: I’ve got enough. (Pushes Anthony aside and walks away).

 

Anthony: You’ll regret that choice!

 

Donovan: (Waves back). And I’m sure you will too!

 

-Donovan walks out into the open, looking across the street at an apartment complex. He looks up and sees Angela in the window staring off and smiling.

 

-Donovan smiles as well.

 

-He begins to cross the street while watching the window.

 

-Angela sees someone off to the side and gets excited as another man, Daniel, walks up to her, hugs her, and kisses her passionately.

 

Donovan: (Stops in the middle of the road, dumbfounded). Angie…? Why him…?

 

-A car pulls around the corner going too fast, speeding up as it’s about to hit Donovan. The driver hits the horn, laying it on strong as Donovan just sadly turns, the headlights of the car engulfing him.

 

-There’s a loud “SCREE” followed by a “THUMP” as we see a quick flash of the driver and a passenger, Anthony.

 

-Angela and Daniel stop making out and look out the window, hearing the sound. They instantly become horrified as they realize what happened.

 

-Blood begins running down the road.

 

-There’s another flash and now Donovan is sitting in front of Lucifer, wearing his uniform as a Closer, rubbing his neck.

 

Lucifer: (Discussing things with Donovan in Hell). So we’re in agreement? You’ll be a Closer from now on?

 

Donovan: Do I really have a choice in the matter at this point?

 

Lucifer: I suppose not, though under the circumstances it’s rather…ironic, wouldn’t you say?

 

Donovan: I’ve never been a huge fan of irony when it happens to fuck me over.

 

-Flash and Donovan’s looking through case files in Hell.

 

Donovan: Murderers, pedophiles, rapists…these are the leads we’ve got to work with?

 

-Picks up a file and stops dead.

 

-Flash once more as we see Daniel and Angela at an airport, frantically running to catch a plane. They’re holding hands. They look back and drop their luggage, running as fast as they can.

 

-All the lights suddenly go out and they’re left in mostly darkness.

 

-Donovan steps out of the darkness into the pale light around Angela and Daniel.

 

-Donovan pulls out his pistol-blade, advances on Daniel, and thrusts it into Daniel’s gut.

 

-Daniel slouches onto Donovan’s shoulder as Angela screams.

 

Donovan: You think I’d just let you kill her…?

 

Scene 7: Flash back to the current situation with Adam and Donovan clenched up, Donovan glowing intensely bright, pulsating, his flesh bubbling in places.

 

Donovan: (Calm, despite the situation). It’s almost time, isn’t it? (Adam finally breaks Donovan’s grasp, and starts running). Hey Adam, it’s no use running from this one!

 

Donovan goes nuclear as he blows himself up. He screams as Adam hurriedly runs away, panicked. Donovan explodes with a rippling effect, tearing up the ground around him, flowing out.

 

-Adam turns to try and defend himself as Angela appears, grabs Adam, and disappears again.

 

-Donovan explodes as we get a view of the Earth from outer space, showing a huge detonation occurring.

 

Scene 8: A cliff side overlooking the destruction, witnessing the explosion. Angela and Adam suddenly appear from nowhere in a flash. Adam falls to his knees and looks around, confused.

 

Adam: What just happened?

 

Angela: There, now you can’t say I never helped you.

 

Adam: (Looks around, seeing a number of people here, including the mother and her children, the homeless man, and the clueless guy, all staring at the explosion). These people…?

 

Angela: I saved as many as I could while you were fighting Donovan. There aren’t many, but I had to try.

 

Adam: Donovan, he’s…

 

Angela: He blew himself up.

 

Adam: Will he be alright?

 

Angela: I don’t know what happens when the dead kill themselves. I don’t assume good things.

 

Adam: Before it happened, before he exploded, I could see a brief flash of his memories. I saw how he died. And I saw… (Sadly looks up at Angela). He loved you…

 

Angela: I know he did…

 

Adam: Then why?

 

Angela: I just didn’t feel the same way.

 

Adam: Was there a reason?

 

Angela: I was in love with someone else.

 

Adam: You were with him the night Donovan was killed, correct?

 

Angela: Yes. After that we began traveling, always being followed by someone. When Donovan appeared again, he murdered Daniel and left me all alone… I haven’t seen Daniel since. I’ve searched throughout Heaven and Hell and here’s no sign of him anywhere.

 

Adam: (Thinks for a second). That’s because he’s not in either…

 

Angela: (Startled). Huh?

 

Adam: Donovn mentioned something about there being a third place. Purgatory. He’s there, I’m sure of it.

 

Angela: Purgatory doesn’t exist…

 

Adam: It might. I’ll help you find him. Together we can find him. (Grabs Angela’s hand). I want to make up for everything, please, let me remain beside you. Let me fight for you and Heaven.

 

Angela: (Lets go of Adam’s hand). I’m sorry Adam. You’ve already made your choice. Heaven follows the rules.

 

Adam: I don’t…I don’t understand.

 

Angela: We don’t make deals with anyone because our side refuses to tamper with free will. We just help you come to the conclusions for yourself. And you made your choice already. I’m sorry. (Begins to walk off).

 

Adam: Angela wait!

 

Angela: The conflict’s already started. Hell’s probably going to be hunting you down so that you’ll make good on your promise. The best you can do now is run.

 

Adam: No, I won’t fight for them, I refuse.

 

Angela: I don’t like it any more than you do, but they have ownership of you now. That’s just the way it goes.

 

Adam: (Wrestling with this). No, I refuse to believe that. As long as I’m alive I can still redeem myself.

 

Angela: (Frustrated). No! (Recomposes herself). Adam…the deal you made with Donovan was absolute. You’re already dead.

 

-Flashback of Donovan and Adam’s deal taking place.

 

Adam: I’m…?

 

Angela: As soon as you agreed to Donovan’s terms, you died. That’s how you got access to the powers now. That’s how his tainted deal works.

 

Adam: But I didn’t…I can’t be…

 

Angela: You are. I’m sorry, but it’s something you’ll have to deal with, and I can’t help you with it. You’re on your own now. Goodbye. (Walks away).

 

Adam: Angela… (Clenches his fist, thinking to himself). There’s a way I can still help. Hell may claim ownership of me, but they don’t actually have control of me. I can still choose to do whatever I want, and I’m not restricted by Heaven’s rules. (Looks out at the destruction). Donovan, through some fluke you’ve made me the most important individual in this whole damned conflict, not Charlie, and not you. I may not be strong enough to fix things…but I’m by no means helpless. (Looks up towards the sky). This is only the beginning, isn’t it? (Adam disappears. Everything fades to black).

 

End of Part 1

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