Down a Dark Path 14

DOWN A DARK PATH 

©Zig Bingham

A Work in Progress.  First Draft Released as Written Every Wednesday.

Part Forteen

(Read from the Beginning)

 

INT. WAREHOUSE BAD PARTY, CATACOMBS – CONTINUOUS.
We follow May and the Tall Medic down winding corridors deep into the belly of the massive building.
May hesitantly follows and almost looses the medic.
She turns a corner and we see the Medic standing in a clear part of the basement waiting for her.

TALL MEDIC
It’s safe to talk here.

He points above his head. He talks like a man who’s done far too many hours of speed. His eyes have none of the cataracts as seen before, but he is skinny, drawn and appears at the point of exhaustion. How long has he been like this?

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
They can’t get through the concrete

MAY
Who?

The medic ignore her Pushes her mask aside and starts to examine her face. May flinches.

TALL MEDIC
I need to examine you. Need to find out why you are awake.

She pushes the Medics hands away and pushes him further back.

MAY
How about you tell me what the hell is going on?

TALL MEDIC
How long have you been awake? What do you remember?

MAY
Answer the fucking question.

May pulls out a taser (That she stole from the Guard) and activates it to illustrate her point. Thin arcs of blue/white electricity crackle across its points.

TALL MEDIC
How much do you know?

MAY
Uh uh. You go first.

She activated the taser again just to push the point.

TALL MEDIC
Ok. Um. Ok. This all of this is one giant experiment. A stress test. You understand?

May doesn’t

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
You’ve been having flash backs? Memory of this party? Of events that play out like deja vu. Like vivid Deja Vu.

May’s listening.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
Feel like you’ve been reliving the same night over and over again?

May – Go on.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
Feel like you’ve been other people? Right?

MAY
Not… exactly feel like I’ve been taking part in someone’s dream.

TALL MEDIC
That’s a good way of putting it. Like being in someone’s dream. Or nightmare. Cause that’s what it ends up being. In the end. Most of them burn out. Can’t take it. Some flourish. But until you, no-one woke up. Except…

MAY
You?

TALL MEDIC
Been trying to figure out why me?

MAY
Why didn’t you just escape. Tell the police.

TALL MEDIC
Tell them what? Look at me. Do I look like a reliable witness? No Needed to understand… find a way to stop this… find out who…

MAY
Did you?

TALL MEDIC
Did I what?

MAY
Find out who’s doing this?

The Tall Medic looks ashamed.

TALL MEDIC
No. All I know is that the people carrying out the experiment are part of the experiment. Beautifully elegant in fact. The security, the medics all of them are in on it only they don’t know it.

MAY
How can that be?

TALL MEDIC
The medics think they’re at the party and there’s some kind of bad drug or food poisoning going around. Security thinks they’re dealing with ferrel kids. We load the samples into the vans and where they go I don’t know.

They hear a sound. Footsteps. The tall medic pulls May into another chamber deeper into the complex. The Medic waits until he is sure he can hear nothing more then

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
(whispering)
You understand? It’s a perfect experiment. Self-contained. Perfect.

MAY
What’s the point? Why do all this and why us?

TALL MEDIC
It’s a stress test. They are seeing how well we perform under adverse conditions. What our weaknesses are. Our strengths. You understand?

MAY
But why us? why a party? Why not an office or a football game?

TALL MEDIC
Maybe they are doing just that. Maybe this isn’t the only experiment. I mean every experiment has to have a control group right? but my guess is because you’re young. You’re the future. Cause it takes time to get here? That my guess but no real proof except…

MAY
What the fuck are you talking about?

TALL MEDIC
Space. Out there. The distances between stars are vast. This is just the start. This is a scouting party. You’ve seen them? Haven’t you? The squids?

May starts to back away.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
Data collectors. They connect symbiotically with the hosts nervous system… they see, hear feel everything you do…

May is disgusted.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
Feed back the data back…

May holds out the taser and points it towards the advancing Medic.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
Up there. Don’t you see?

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
You’ve got one inside you. I got one too. I think they’re malfunctioning or there’s something special about us. Something about our biology. Let me look inside you.

He continues to advance on her.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
I can remove it. Let me help you.

May feels her chest and struggles with the thought. Flashes of Tommy puking, flashes of the creature in the dish, in the jar, her holding her hands open spaghetti-like writhing creatures wrap around her hands removing the taser from them.
The Medic is upon her and he takes the taser, throwing it across the room making a loud clattering that echoes around the catacombs.

TALL MEDIC (CONT’D)
I can help you…

SUIT
(o.s)
Oh contrare.

A large knife explodes from the chest of the Medic splattering blood and tissue over May. Behind the medic the Suit enjoys his kill, enjoys watching the Medic Suffer.
May edges round the walls away from the Suit who isn’t looking at May.

SUIT (CONT’D)
He’s not 100 per cent wrong you know. There is a flaw in the experiment.

May stops as the Suit plunges his hand into the barely alive Medic and pulls out a writhing, angry squid. He holds it up and we can see that it it’s strong and powerful and doesn’t like being out of it’s flesh.

SUIT (CONT’D)
These creatures want out too. We’re all prisoners here. All just layers in an infinitely rotten onion.

He hold the angry creature out to May as if offering her an apple.

SUIT (CONT’D)
No?

He bites into the creatures head and spits it’s flesh onto the ground allowing the creature to bleed out.

SUIT (CONT’D)
You see. I am the control.

May edges further away.

SUIT (CONT’D)
Don’t go far rarebit. Daddy’s got to put you back in your box.

May runs through the catacombs crying and panting as she goes, all the while listening to the maniacal laughing of the Suit echoing after her.

SUIT (CONT’D)
(o.s)
Fuck you later cutie pie!

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