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Ghost

Part One The Kingdom

The battle raged around them. Possessed creatures lunged at them, only to be fended off by a burst of light or the slash of a sword. Sylvius turned abruptly to check on his group, taking a headcount and trying to assess the amount of danger that they each were in. Azrael, of course, seemed to be doing fine, if not a bit too enthusiastic about his spells. He always seemed to get more aggressive than the rest in fights. Aliyah and Sage appeared to have teamed up, Aliyah in her dragon form. 

Nodding to himself that they all seemed to be handling themselves just fine, Sylvius returned his focus to his own self. He clutched his sword tightly in his grip and swung it elegantly at a monster which had been approaching him, vanquishing it. He hated doing it–he knew these monsters weren’t in control of themselves, but there wasn’t much else to be done in this situation. They were here to rescue stranded people from their kingdom and bring them to the safe haven. He continued on to a nearby building, heading inside a few steps to look around and see if there might be anyone hiding.

What he found was something beyond description. It was a sort of…dark mass, floating in the air, covered in blinking, pulsating eyes. There appeared to be some sort of beak at the center, somewhat raven-like. Am I…Looking at Corvus itself? Sylvius’ heart rate picked up and his yellow eyes widened. He began taking a step backwards, wanting to leave quietly, but something stopped him. It felt like he wasn’t in control of his own limbs. No matter how hard he willed it, he couldn’t get his body to move. It was then that he heard his brother’s voice behind him.

“Sylvius!” Azrael called out desperately, quickly being held back by Sage’s grip on his arm. 

“Azrael, stay back!” Sage growled as she tugged him away from the entrance of the house. Aliyah landed gracefully behind them and hurried over, turning into her human form once again. When she saw the situation, her stomach lurched. No, not him…

The Scourge seemed to have realized who it was dealing with. Sylvius felt an immense pain in his head greater than any pain he’d felt before, and he found himself crying out in pain. His hands clutched his silver hair, wishing hopelessly for this torture to stop, until suddenly, it did. Everything just…stopped, and Sylvius’s vision got dim and blurry. In moments, he was unconscious. 

“No!” Azrael howled as his little brother fell to the ground, and he lurched forward to try and get to his side, only for Sage to pull him back again. 

“Are you an idiot? Can’t you see what’s happening? You can’t get close to him!” She reprimanded, fixing her stern but caring gaze on her teammate. “You’ll be killed!” 

“No, I won’t!” Azrael rounded on her. “If anyone’s familiar with this thing, it’s me, you got that? Now let me go!

It was then that Sylvius stirred from his unconsciousness, giving Azrael a moment of false hope. But when Sylvius rose, he wasn’t himself anymore. His eyes had been glazed over black, vacant. His movements were sluggish and stiff, almost as if he were being puppeted. He lifted his head slowly to face who he now saw as his opponents. Suddenly, without warning, the shell of Sylvius lunged forward and slashed his sword in Azrael’s direction. Azrael just barely had time to cast a ward to protect himself, still suffering a nasty gash in his arm that stung horribly as the ward shattered on impact.

“Sylvius, stop! Fight it!” Azrael cried out, casting another protection spell around the group.

“Get back! We have to regroup. We can’t fight him while he’s like this.” Sage commanded.

“We can’t let him out of here or he’ll have room to shift forms,” Aliyah spoke up, her voice wavering as she watched Sylvius throw hit after hit at Azrael’s barrier. “Azrael, can you seal him inside this building?”

“No! I already told you, I am not leaving him!” Azrael snapped back over his shoulder. But with every hit of Sylvius’s sword, Azrael’s barrier spell weakened. He couldn’t keep this up forever. But they couldn’t be right! There had to be another way. 

“Just long enough for us to escape,” Aliyah continued, her tone urgent but gentle. “We have to go. You know he’ll be okay on his own; he can handle himself. If we get too injured to fight, we won’t be able to come back and save him. The Scourge will release him once we are no longer here, I’m sure of it.”

“You- I-” Azrael started, clenching his teeth and uttering curse words beneath his breath. Sage was growing visibly impatient with him, which made Aliyah’s heart race further. What they really didn’t need right now was Azrael to lose control. But, thankfully, and only moments before the barrier was destroyed by Sylvius, Azrael made up his mind. He sent a surge of energy hurdling towards his younger brother, just enough to push him back, away from the door. 

“Get out! Move!” He barked, ushering the other two out the door along with himself. He slammed and latched the door behind him, then pressed his palm against the lock. A shimmer of purple light glinted beneath his hand, and that light spread to encompass the entire building. By now the monsters from outside were on them again, and they had very little time.

Once outside, Aliyah shifted back into her dragon form and Sage and Azrael climbed onto her back. Sapphire blue wings raised like massive walls around the two before rocketing downwards, sending the three climbing up into the sky, to disappear within the clouds.

Part Two The Sanctuary

“This is all your fault!” Azrael exclaimed with rage, throwing a finger in Sage’s direction. “If you had just let me save him, he would be here with us right now. You act like you know us all but you don’t! You don’t know Sylvius like I do! I could have pulled him out of there if you’d only let me!” Tears of hurt and anger streamed down his face, tears that he was unable to control. 

“I saved your life!” Sage countered, stepping closer to Azrael, her shoulders tense and one hand balled into a fist. “I won’t have you turn all of the blame on me. If it wasn’t for me stopping you, none of us would be here. The Scourge would have killed us all, probably including Sylvius! Don’t you understand this was the only way to keep all of us alive? If you don’t stop acting like a child throwing a temper tantrum, we’ll never get Sylvius back!” She shouted each word, allowing bitter anger to overtake her for a moment without realizing. She was boiling with rage at Azrael. The only thing to pull her out of it was the sound of a sniffle behind her. She turned to see that…Aliyah was crying, quietly to herself. Sage’s angry gaze softened and she let out a sigh. 

“We’ll get him back,” She reminded Azrael, also partially directed at Aliyah now. “We will. Knowing Sylvius, he’s probably already recovered and on his way back to us.”

Breakdown The seven story steps

Weakness and need – Azrael refuses to leave Sylvius behind even when it becomes the best option for survival. He needs to be able to think more clearly with the help of his group so that they can rethink a better strategy.

Desire – To bring Sylvius home safely

Opponent – The Scourge, Sylvius, Sage

Plan – The plan was originally that the group was going to the kingdom to rescue those left behind. The plan changes to become leaving Sylvius behind and regrouping in order to return and save him.

Battle – verbal conflict between Azrael and Sage, trying to convince Azrael to leave Sylvius behind for now. Physical conflict between Azrael and Sylvius since Sylvius was possessed by The Scourge.

Self-Revelation – Azrael realizes that Sylvius with the powers of The Scourge is far too much for them to handle, and that they must retreat.

New Equilibrium – The group is now without Sylvius, and must figure out how to get him back.

Project 1

Man on the Run

Part 1

BAM!, it all started way too fast.  Without any warning, the reactor went off like a mega bomb. Workers got hurt, I wasn’t sure how bad it was, I didn’t care I knew what I needed to do: I needed to get out of there.  Since I was the one to cause the explosion.  As medics we tending to the injured, I ran into my office without being detected.  I grabbed my old torn suitcase, dropped it open on my desk, and started to fill it up.  I filled it with whatever I could find that seemed important, papers, keys, rope, a hat, sunglasses, a 6-inch dagger knife from my desk drawer, anything and everything.

WHAM!, There goes another explosion I thought to myself,  time to go.  I started to run out the way I had come in, which was a massive mistake, cops were there waiting; for me?  I didn’t know and I really didn’t want to find out, I made a break for it.  I ran the opposite way out a side door, sliding down the railing and hoping the steps.  I started running even faster towards my truck; as I got closer I noted about four cops standing around my truck.  I knew driving was out of the question; at least that truck.  I broke to the left and ran down a hill, I had my knife drawn in my right and was ready.  I checked my watch, quarter to seven.  My family should be expecting me home shortly.  I took a few seconds thinking about them, knowing I wouldn’t see them ever again.  My thought process was broken up by some gunshots. I peered around my right shoulder, looking up the side of the hill.  I got up still crouching and put the knife in my left hand as I took off.

It was starting to get late, my watch told me it was 7:10 pm, as I keep running, running towards town.  7:34 pm, I kept moving.  7:55 pm, almost there.  By 8:12 pm I had finally gotten to town.  I was slow, I thought I’d have been faster, I guess I didn’t account for the extra weight from the suitcase.  I started dragging with tiredness as the clock rounds 8:40 pm.  I know the wife and kids would be wondering where I am, they’ve probably have been calling the office for the last hour, I thought.  As I reached the top of a hill I notice a delivery truck probably a quarter of a mile away or so.

I make a break for it, running in the shadows on the sidewalk in the now deserted town.  As I ran, I wondered why a truck was out so late delivering, 9:05 pm, I didn’t care.  As I got closer I could see a rather short man, in a delivery uniform wheeling in boxes to a nearby house on the opposite side of the street, in fast right accost from where I was standing.  I didn’t know how many boxed he had left, but I knew what I was going to do.  I just needed to wait for the right moment.  I see the man come back out and go into the truck with the dolly, that when I heard him.  “That should be the last one for tonight, I have to deliver a few more before I can go home and enjoy what left of the night I have.”  It looked like the lady at the house thanked him, and was getting ready to pay him.  I had gotten caught up in watching I almost forgot what I was doing.  I heard the lady say: Do you take credit cards?” The man replayed “No, sorry.”  “Ok, I’ll be right back with cash” The man sauntered to the side of the truck, up near the passenger door as he waited for the lady.  That’s when I make my break; I check both sides of the street and walked ever so slowly over to the driver’s side of the bed.  The truck bed was still open, I did one more check, 9:37 pm, and climbed in the back of the truck.  I wandered over to the back where a few other boxes were.  It was dark and shadowy I was not getting seen.

“thirty for the boxes, fifteen for the delivery.”  I heard him say.

I hear her going through her pocketbook, looking for the money, “here it is” she says.

“thirty and fifteen that’s forty-five, here’s fifty, keep the change.”

“Five dollar tip, thanks.”

“Thanks for coming last minute and so late.”

“My pleasure.” He says and what sounds like him tipping his hat to her.  “Well, I’ll be off now. Almost forgot.” He grabbed the dolly and vigorously slid it in the truck bed, hitting the boxed I was behind.  He closed the back door and locked it. He opened the driver’s hand door, got in, and started it up. 9:52 pm, that’s when we finally drove out.  I knew at some point he should open the back door again.  If it was tonight, in a few minutes, or in the morning.  I tried to think if it was a Thursday or Friday, I couldn’t remember everything that had just happened.  I wanted to know If I was staying the weekend in the back of a delivery truck.  I didn’t know what to think.  I was starting to get cold,  I took my knife and ever-so-carefully cut into a box.  I opened it,  it was a braided rug.  Or at least it felt like one, it was completely dark in here. I wrapped it around myself and laid down using one of the boxes as a pillow.  I fell asleep almost instantly, at 10:16 pm.

Part later 

I look back as I’m running. I can see them rapidly approaching behind me.  I’m running on a rather open beach area, with a few occasional plan trees, I’m running towards the nearby town, that’s where I need to catch my next flight.  The two men are around a hundred feet away, as I’m getting more and more tired and struggling to find it in me to continue.  I look down just for a second, when I whipped my head back up, I saw a tree real close, I move in a falling away to the left as I almost clipped a tree, and fall over into the sandy ground.  I try to get up, knowing the men will be on top of me any minute, which I was right.  As I start pushing myself up, back to a running position, one of the men gives me the ‘push of his life’ as I send face-first back to the ground.  I moan in agony.  I quickly flip over to my back and sweep his leg out from under him.  As he falls back away from me I start to get back up again facing them, I draw my knife.  I can tell the other guy standing there couldn’t be angrier with what I’ve probably put them through.  

“I’m willing to do what I need, are you?” I yelled at the man standing.

In return, I received a rather grim look on his face that turned into a twisted smile, as he pulled out a taser.  I took a step back and got ready.   

The man shot the taser at me just as I moved out of the way.  I raced towards them, knife in hand.  

I slashed just below his hip; he fell to his knees. 

And that’s, where I had gotten, punched squire in the face.  The man who got knocked down was kneeling behind the one with the taser out of sight.  When I slid over to cut near the hip, as I started coming back up to standing I noticed out of the corner of my eye, the punch coming.  I got knocked back to the ground, I got up faster than ever and went to cut him in the face.  He blocked it with his forearm, and struck me in the ribs, and disarmed my knife to the ground behind himself.  At this point the man who taser me gave me a good ‘o kick to the back, crumpling myself to the ground.  I fell facing the man to take my knife right out from under me.  As I fall I think fast, and fall into a forward roll, knocking the man in fount with my legs.  I quickly look for the knife before the man’s friend comes back.  He gives me a right roundhouse to the head; I block it and punch him in the thigh.  I still have one of the men pinned down.  He comes back two punches to the head, I dodge, this time a left kick to the head.  I catch the kick and break his ankle, I then push him to the ground and either break or dislocate his knee.  I shift my stance to the other man.  The man gets up and pulls out a[police stick thing] I pull out the lost knife.  He makes the first move.  He swings the [stick] at my head violently, back and forth hoping to hit something.  On the way back I catch the backswing on the outside of his arm.  My left is on his forearm, my right is on his wrist with the knife, I make the cut.  He instantly loosened his grip dropping to his knees holding his right hand with his left.  I take my knife, dripping in blood, I give a slight smile “It’s not mine this time.”  I took the blade, chiburui there make it better. 

“You’ll have to try better next time. So sorry about your wrist and your legs, I did what I needed to, I’ll be going now.”   

The man started talking, I stopped 

“You can’t possibly think we are the only two on the job do you?”  If not us, more will be after you, it’s only time.”   

I resist giving him a swift kick in the face and start walking away.   I see a sign,  “village: 2miles” I was there before sunset.  

I started walking around before noticing people were giving us weird looks.   That’s when I noticed I was covered in blood, not completely covered, but more than I should be- which is none.  I jogged through the town looking for a place to stay.  I see a sign reading vacancy, I slowly open the door.  

I get to my room after only 10 minutes of getting there.

“Hi, I need a room for the night.”  

“We have many rooms available to choose from-“

“Any will do fine.”

“Very well.”  The owner says as he hands me the key, “Here you are, 237, down the hall to the left.”  He said in a matter-of-factly way.

I drag myself down the left hallway to the room.  I get to the door, I don’t see anyone around, just me.  I put the key in the door and turn it open.  I walk into a rather spacious place, a small dark green chair with a wooden hand table next to it.  A smaller than average bed up against the yellow-colored wall.  I noticed a small clothes rack and no bureau; next to the clothes rack was a door for the bathroom.  Nothing special, typical, basic, no TV, no electricity or it wasn’t working.  But they did have pluming so that was nice.  I went to the bathroom first to draw a bath, I took my clothes off and crawled in, into the rather colder than normal water.  But I didn’t care.  I laid there in the tub, with my head on the wall, eyes closed.  The blood from my wounds engulfed the tub making it turn a fiery red, but I didn’t care.

After at least an hour of that, I decided that was enough, I stood up and looked for a towel.  “White, white, they’re all white.”   I shrugged and grabbed one.  I patted myself dry, within an instant the white turned to red.   As I walked out I put my clothes on the rack and walked over to the bed.  I looked out the window, it was completely dark.  I lit a candle; using the candlelight, I decided to look at my map.  I found where I was and where I need to get to for the flight tomorrow.   “It still about five miles away,” I say aloud. I take a deep breath, blow the candle out and lie down on the bed to fall asleep               

Part towards end

I wake up to what sounds like gunshots, the sun is just rising.  It’s still hard to see in the room.  I light a candle and immediately blow it out after I overhear someone saying 

   “A man, did a man check into this room?”

“Lots of people, including men stay here, this is an Inn.”  I heard the owner say. 
“Out of my way.” Said what sounded like a woman’s voice.  “I will find him myself.”  

“You are not permitted to go in, without-“ 

The sound of another gunshot cut him off, for good.  

“Good,” The lady said, “let’s move.”

I grabbed my clothes and put them as quickly and as sightly as I could.  I grabbed the few things I had and leaped out the window.  I took off for the flight; I had five miles and only two hours.  

As I’m running away I hear a man yell out, 

“Ahhh, he’s not in here.” 

I cack a smile and keep running.

As I run I notice my clothes, especially my shirt is still blood-colored.  Less noticeable, but still quite noticeable.  I duck into a clothes shop.  I buy some of the first things I see.  Cargo brown shorts, and a Hawaiian yellow and pink, shirt, along with an oversized hat.  It was tacky, but I didn’t care. I paid the man, who looked almost apologetic with my choice of clothing.  I keep running.  I knew they were following me, But I didn’t know how close they were.  In the town I spend the night at, the central area was populated, people everywhere, easier to blend in, harder to move fast, more noticeable moving fast.  

I check my watch, 85 minutes left, less than two miles to go.  I hear more gunshots, they are loud, like the one that woke me up this morning.  They’re close.  I try to pick up the pace a little.  

“THERE,” I hear the man for before yell.

     I look back, “Holy crap too close, too close”

I make an all-out break for it, running as fast as I could amongst people.  Dodging and diving around people as I ran.  I check my watch, I had only 35 minutes before my plane left without me, and I still had about a mile  

“Don’t let him out of your sight!” The lady from before shouted out.  I just need to et out of this town and down the hill is the plane, not far, I kept telling myself.  I get to the hill and see the plane, people were finishing up boarding on the runway. I get down the hill and start running on the flat land.  I see a worker up near the plane.

“Hey, hold the plane, hold the plane.”  It was obvious he could hear me.  It was then I realized I was no longer surrounded by people but on a wide-open flat land.  Completely vulnerable from any potential gunshots.  

The plane is 500 feet away, with five left.  

“He’s there.” I here behind me

Soon I fear what I will hear next: gunshots.  I kept running.  I think I got shot or at least nick on the side of my arm, but I still didn’t care.  I looked up the work was moving the loading dock.  More gunshots behind me.  Two minutes, left, in plain sight.  The loading dock is now a few feet away from the plane, as I run up it and jump over the gap, into the plane, I take my seat as the plane takes off.  I never felt so relieved before.  People were giving me wired looks, not that I cared, I was safe even if it wasn’t going to be that long I know I was a free man for the next eight hours.   

3rd Act to end

The plane lands eight hours later, in [place], I grab my bags and we all start walking off the pane in an orderly-fashion way.  We walked down the metal stairs that they slid up to the side of the plane.  There are a few people in front of myself until I hear-

   “There he is coming down that plane.” I hear the man from before shouting to his group.

The next thing I know I hear gunshots, and with just a few seconds I went to be first of the plane.  Dodging people to get around, sliding down the handrails to get down.  I kept running, weapons were in my bag and I didn’t have any time to try and get them out.  I could hear cars honking and see bright lights from buildings illuminating from the short distance, but I still didn’t know exactly how far.  As I’m running out of the airport terminal I see a golf cart, something they used for work delivering something, or getting to a place far away, I thought.  I made my way to the other side with the cart.  I hoped in the seat and hit the gas, nothing not even a little something.  

“No keys.” I said, “Where-”              

I had found them as quickly as I found the cart in the first place; they were in the cupholder.  Put the keys in started it up and stomped the gas-I was out of there.

I tour down the road faster than was expecting and got out on the main road that led into that close-by town.  I hear my gunshots and this time hear a woman say,

“He’s cleaver taking the cart, I bought we could catch him before he got away.  I was wrong.”  I hear, I was just out of ear-shot but what she said next should something like, 

“You two go back and get the car, we’re going after that man.  GO!”

My little golf cart was going rather fast for something this size, I knew a car would compete with it and id be in trouble once they got their car.  

I go past a sign that said

Next town 0.5KM, Take Next Right

 I didn’t know how far a kilometer was, but I had a feeling it was more than a mile.  

As the next right approaches, I turn the cart hard and take that turn on two wheels.  My speed increases and I plummet down a hill to the town.  As I’m going down the hill I can start to see houses and businesses.  I see a wide-open arena, like a park, and on the opposite side was a lot of cars and traffic.  I start to realize that I’m going to need to stop, and hit the breaks.  Doing this made the worse screeching sound I had ever heard, I knew I had just made some lengthy skid-marks and wondered how long they were.  I skid down and stop by hitting a potted plant, though not too badly, I didn’t get flung out the cart.  I get off the cart, hard-on my head, questing my decisions that were over in a flash.

“Hey, are you alright?” 

“Are you alright?”

I looked over to see an older man, looks in his mid-70s I thought, and he didn’t seem like a weak old man, as he walked over using a walking stick.   

“You okay.” He said as he got much close to me.

“Me?  Oh yeah, I’m perfectly fine.”

The man looked uncertain with my response.

“Down the hill, Move it.”  I hear

I turn around to see them flying full-force down the hill in their car, faster than I could have hoped to be going.  

“Catch that man or else you’ll be sorry.”

“What’s going on? Do you need help?”  The older gentleman asked

“What, oh no I don’t think you want to help me, plus I’m all set, I can handle myself.”

I see the car nearly hit another potted plant right next to where I crashed my cart, they had dogged it and started losing control. I see the car crash into the side of a building absolutely quietly destroying the side of their car and maybe even the building.  I see them get out of their vehicles, ‘guns a blazing’ walking slowly towards me, I knew this must be the end, and I knew they thought the same as well.

Now there’s just a one of road separating us; and I noticed it wasn’t a heavy traffic kind of day.

“Quick follow me.”  The man then grabs my wrist and yanks me down the road.  

“Wahh.”

“What are you doing, I was fine.”  I say as he drags on.

“NO, you weren’t, that lady was going to have her goons shot you, and we don’t tolerate that nonsense here.”

“Well,” I thought about arguing my point, why they were after me, but decided to agent it and said, “Okay,” with a  smile.

Then the man brings me down an alley, it was a tight fit and had a pungent smell.  

“In here,” He said as he seemingly opens a door out of nothing.

“Go.” He gestures me in.  I notice he looks around, both sides slowly before joining me inside.    

I now could more clearly make out his figure and how he looked.  He had bolding white hair and a ratty-old jean jacket, I noticed he also wore brown pants with a brown belt.  

“Those people look like they want to hurt you.” He said as soon as he closes the door

“What gave it away them shoot?” I say.

He looked a little puzzled then said 

“Yeah!”

“I can help you, and I won’t let them harm you.”  The man said as he peers out the window curtain. 

“I thank you for your help, I truly do, but you don’t…” I thought of what I was going to say, “You don’t know what you’re up against.”  I say in a defeated manner.  

“Well maybe not, but I can still help,” I look up at him as he says, “ok take your shirt and pants off.”  

“WHAT!” I say as if this kind old man would say such a thing.

“Those people after you know your clothes, they know you, if you change that-“

“-I blend in better.” I said finishing his sentence.

“Exactly.” He said with a point of his hand.

As I was changing my clothes the man bright in some of his old clothes for me to wear instead.  He brought out a black button-down long sleeve shirt and dark blue pants.

“Darker colors will help you blend in better.” He says.  As he put a big-o’ hat on my head.  

Then we heard some steps and a bang, not a gunshot but still something loud.  The man ran to his bedroom and looked out the window.

“Hey come here.” He said as he motioned me over.

“Is that those people after you?” He pointed to the people just outside the window.

“Yeah, that’s them alright.”

“Quickly now.” We scurried back to the entryway.

“Now listen to me, there’s not a to of time.”  The old man starts to say.

“You’ve changed your look, so they don’t know it’s you, remember, use that.”  He said pointing his head.

The old man then grabbed his walking stick, I started to thank him for all his help but was interrupted by a delicate knock on the door.  

“Yes, just a minute.”

He gave me a just be cool, it will be all right kind of look.

He opened the door.

“Can I help you-”

“Were looking for a man, perhaps you’ve met him, and perhaps you can help us”  

“No I haven’t-” Before he was done speaking the lady pushes the door and barges in.  

“Were looking for a man-” She stopped and notices me, stay cool I tell myself.

“Hello, who’s this.” She says as started walking close to me.

“That’s my son,” The old man said lying right to her face.

I still said nothing.  

“Perhaps we can talk this over with a drink, coffee maybe?”

As he gestures then into the kitchen he points to the back door, indicating my leave.  

I started walking out the door, when just before I opened it I heard a knock.

I didn’t have time to think If I should open it, it opens it opened by itself.

“HEY!” I hear the man at the door, larger than life says.

The other people going into the kitchen stop to see what was the problem.  I realized they sent around one of their goons to the back door, to stop me.  

“What’s the meaning of this.” The lady says.

“IT’s him, we’re looking for you.”  He says as he points he be meaty fingers right at my face. 

“Are you sure?” She says.

Then everything fell absolutely silent, no made a move, we all waited for n each other.

The lady took a second and then said,

“Wait for a second, it is him, get him.”  

The first goon ran passed her to get me, BAM, the old man hit him square in the bet with his walking stick.  

“Go, get out of here.”

I wanted to but there was a big over-sized man blocking my exit.  I look back to see my savior, knocking heads back and forth. I see him sweep the feet of one man then bonk him on the head before he could get back up. 

I look at the guy in front of me, I make like I’m going to punch and kick him on the side knee, it bends in a quite problematic may.  As he falls, I send a nice uppercut to his jaw, he starts to fall a little back, I spin around to get one last look of my one friend before finishing the attacker off with a spinning side kick for this ribs. He falls down hitting his head on the tar just outside the door.  His body was half in and half out the door, I step over him and take off running, I didn’t look back, I should have thought, I really should have.             

  

    

    

 

Project 1

Societal Rebirth

Scene One

The scene starts with a simple zoom in on buildings, beautiful class structures you would see in bigger cities. The camera glides the over the city and glances over the houses and stores in the city. People are laughing, and the noon crisp air is delightful for everyone. Suddenly the peace is disturbed a big bang is heard, and they sky grows temporarily dark and vastly bright for a viewer on the street. The screen goes black and we rewind to a week prior to the task.

[In the Dark]

Martin: It’s been a while since I’ve done a high priority case, do you really need to have this done?

Shady Voice: Yes, now is the time for a revolution, the streets are chaotic, and everyone is displeased. We will pay you handsomely.

Martin: You have a deal, but why do you want me to?

Shady Voice: It’s time we had a revolution.

[Silence for 5 seconds]

Scene Two

Martin is now gearing up for the job in multiple jump cuts, the day is July 14th, at 6am. We see him dress up in a suit and tie, loading his suit with a variety of weapons and items to defend himself from what could come. Poison Darts, sharp knives, and smoke pellets. The character wears a satchel carrying explosives that have 12:30 flashing, as he places the controller gently inside of his suit jacket. Martin is reviewing the plan in his head. 

[Martin’s Voice Overlays]

At 8am the custodians empty the trashes in the building and place the collection in the dumpster. They leave the door unlocked and I can sneak in. Cameras and guards won’t be able to see me. Guards will be present at 9am for an inspection of the building, and the cameras only look at the dumpsters themselves on this side of the building. Once I am in, I need to hide. When I find an airduct I need to sneak in and start to figure out where the conference is taking place. More than likely it is happening on the 34th floor, so I will climb a bit before I’ll be able to place the explosives.

[During this voiceover there are jump cuts to current versions of the locations listed]

Scene Three

*BZZZzzzzz BZZZzzzzz*

[Scene cuts to Martin holding his comms device]

Martin: Yes

Shady Voice: The meeting will be taking place at 12:15 on the 34th floor

Martin: Okay, thank you

Shady Voice: I need to let you know, this building is swarmed, if you fail it won’t be just your paycheck, but your life will be taken.

Martin: Good to know.

Shady Voice: Just so you are aware you won’t be the only agent we have hired for this job; it is critical that you succeed before they do.

Martin: The more the marrier

[Comms device hangs up]

Scene Four

Martin is seen sneaking around the block his watch reads 7:59am. The door opens and he sneaks right through the door as the custodians are dumping the trash out. Martin dives into the hallway and closes himself in a bathroom, locking the door behind him as he places a noise sensitive tape. The tape states that, “I’m busy, please don’t come in.” He opens the vents and starts ascending the floors air duct by air duct. To no surprise, an hour later the security guards start patrolling the building. Martin is now seen placing the explosives around the room he was requested.

Scene Five

The respective leaders walk through the doorway into the room and take their seats. It’s 12:15pm, as the presentations start, there are rumbling noises from above. Martin remembered what the voice had said, “There are more than one of you.” The man falls through the ceiling and falls onto the table, getting taken away by the guards and executed in the room far away.

Martin looking back at the watch noticed that he had 10 minutes to flee the building. As he starts his descent through the vents, he gets a call. The Shady voice is on the other end.

Shady Voice: Detonate them now, the meeting is about to end

Martin in a low voice: But I need to get out.

Shady Voice: You didn’t matter anyway, rot in hell you aren’t getting your payment.

[Comms End Abruptly]

Within seconds of the call ending Martin’s jacket starts blinking, the man behind the assassination job had overwritten the explosives. The detonations start and continue to keep exploding, taking out every leader and their respective guards. The scene ends as Martin’s face flashes orange, red and then white.

Project 1

Demons

Chapter 1 It Begins

The story starts off with a young adult named Cole living out his normal life. He lives in a small town as a farmer. Then he’s approached by a mysterious woman. She introduces herself as Circe and offers her services to him in exchange for one thing. For him to offer up a part of himself. He refuses and this enrages her. She reveals herself as a demon and curses him but something goes wrong. The curse only goes part way through and Cole is made into a half demon. This cues up for Cole to go on a journey to remove the curse.

Hello, young man. Allow me to offer up some help on your farm. But this comes at a price. If you allow me to help you, you must give me one thing: a part of you. All I ask is for you to offer up some of your soul and you'll be successful.
Not interested.

Chapter 2 The Journey

Cole goes on his this journey to remove his curse. As he goes the world slowly becomes over run by demons as the top ones turn humans into them. The world isn’t exactly a post-apocalyptic land but things have gone down hill. Cole runs into a group of demon hunters. They don’t trust him at first when he mentions his curse. Cole tossed around with the idea to lie about it but decide to tell the truth up front. The group of hunters try to kill him at first but are then ambushed by other demons. Cole helps defeat them, thus gaining their trust. They take him in and promise to help him get rid of his curse.

To add to the scene where Cole helps the group of rebels against an ambush, it all starts when Cole reveals he’s half demon. He promises to not use his new powers on them in exchange for a place to belong. Internally, he swear to not use his powers unless absolutely necessary. He wants to keep his humanity instead of diving into his darker side. Later on when an important character returns, he learns it’s okay to use his powers, especially for good. Back to the story line, Cole confesses he’s been turned half demon. The rebels do not like this especially since their sole purpose is to defeat the demons. An all out battle takes place and the rebels try to kill Cole. They injure him pretty good but jut before the final blow, there’s a scream. They turn their attention to it and find demons taking out their team one by one. Soon their turning away from Cole to fight off the ambush. To prove his loyalty, Cole aids them infighting off the demons. They eventually win with a few casualties but in the end they accept Cole as one of their own.

I am not here to harm any of you, I am here to seek refuge. I speak the truth when I say I've been turned into a half demon by one named Circe. I refuse to use my new found abilities on other humans but if you will, I will help serve you and protect your people.

Chapter 3 The Journey Part 2

The group continue the journey across the world to defeat the demons and help Cole. The leader of the group is Clark. Clark formed the group when his family was taken out by demons, left for dead as a warning to others in his town. Many others in the group suffered the same story. Philip is their medic and acts almost as a mentor for the younger members of the group. They run into demons daily and many get injured along the way, some die. The numbers in the group dwindle but they gain more as they go.

Chapter 4 Betrayal

Soon Circe comes back into the picture. She promises all she wants is to help. She wants to teach Cole how to use his demonic powers. She even goes so far as to tell him the curse can’t be removed. The group, including Cole, are wary of her but decide to let her join them. She trains Cole for weeks before the group is ambushed again. Circe turns on the group. More members are severely injured or die. Cole is left feeling guilty that he convinced Clark and everyone else to trust her.

Delving further into Circe’s return, she mysteriously finds the group camped out on a hillside. She comes in ready to surrender, the rebels chain her up with special chains that reduce the use of demonic abilities. They take her before Clark to judge her fate. She pleads her case and Cole is the first to say she should die. Clark hears her out and decides to let her stay and help Cole with his powers, after all, if he can control them better he can protect them better. For weeks on end, still in chains, Circe helps Cole master his abilities. It isn’t until he’s finally done with his training that Circe escapes and comes back with a hoard of demons. They fight and eventually win. Just as Circe flees, Cole catches up to her and asks why she bothered helping. Her response was it’d be way more fun to fight him in the end if he knew what he was doing.

I surrender to thee. I come in peace and to help your dear Cole. I'm sure by now he has told you of his curse. To put it simply, it cannot be removed, however, I am willing to help him gain control of his powers. With more control, he'd be a better asset to you. Allow me to train him under your watch and he'll be more powerful than even me.

Chapter 5 The Final Showdown

It takes well over a year since the ambush put on by Circe for the group to come face to face with the top demons. With Cole’s training and all the hard work the group has put into their own training, they are able to fight off the top demons. Some perish but in the end they win and defeat them. As the demons slowly disappear, all around the world the humans who were turned into demons perish as well. They finally did it, Clark’s band of rebels as well as Cole rid the world of demons. But at what cost? It cost several lives but their deaths didn’t go in vain.

Project 1

A Strange Encounter

A young girl lay on a soft bed of grass, a gentle breeze causing each blade to sway back and forth. Stirring awake from a restful slumber, she slowly opened her eyes. However, when she opened them, she found that she no longer resided in the regular world. She looked at the grass beneath her and saw that it was not green; instead, the grass varied in color from cornflower blue to lavender to rosy pink. Of course, she didn’t recognize the landscape at all, either, although it was rather plain, with rolling hills extending in all directions around her except to her left, where there was a distant forest instead. The sky matched the colors of the grass, and a crescent moon hung peacefully in her line of sight. She got up and looked around.

From what she could tell, no one was there except for her. The world was extremely quiet, almost too much so. Although breath taken by the beauty of this unfamiliar world, the girl could not help but find it eerie that there were no signs of other life around. If that wasn’t strange enough, she was rendered baffled as to how she got there in the first place. Many thoughts crossed her mind on the matter. Her first thought was that she had somehow died and gone to heaven, or some sort of afterlife, but she dismissed the thought as she wasn’t sure she believed in those sort of things. Maybe, then, she was just dreaming. That would explain a lot, she decided. With that, she decided to sit back down and enjoy the tranquil scene while it lasted, relishing in the opportunity for a much-needed escape from everyday life.

However, her peaceful state did not last long. The voice of a man sounded from behind her, startling her into a slight panic. Turning around, the girl saw an elderly man with a round, gentle face. Strip away Santa’s costume and beard, and this man could be his twin. The old man chuckled apologetically.

“Sorry, dear. Didn’t mean to scare you.” His face crinkled into a kind smile. There was something about his facial features that made him appear trustworthy, the girl thought. She eased up and shook her head with a small smile.

“May I sit with you?” he asked. 

“Sure,” the girl said. I guess it’s nice to have company, she thought. Maybe he could tell her about where exactly they were now – something about the way he approached her made her think that there was something he wanted to tell her, or ask her. He carried himself with a sense of knowingness that made her think that perhaps this was not just a dream. 

“It’s nice to see someone else here,” he said.

“You haven’t seen anyone here before?” The girl had many questions streaming through her mind, but tried to keep them to herself so as not to overwhelm the man.

“No, I’m afraid it’s just been me here.” The old man squinted at the crescent moon through the lenses of his glasses. “It’s quite tricky to estimate how long I’ve been here. But I have noticed that the moon has stayed as a crescent moon, a waxing crescent moon, since I awoke here.”

“Really?” The girl’s eyes widened in curiosity. “That’s so strange.”

“Indeed,” the old man replied. “It’s very confusing. I’m sure you must be confused as well?”

The girl nodded.

“Do you remember how you got here?”

“No.”

“I figured as much, since I hadn’t seen you before. You mustn’t have been here long.” He hesitated for a moment. “This will sound very strange, but bear with me,” he continued. “Shortly after I first awoke here, I ate a piece of grass to test what kind of place this is.”

“The grass?” The girl asked, surprised. She looked down at the unusually colored grass beneath her and contemplated the man’s method. Definitely not something I would’ve thought of, she thought.

“Yes, it’s silly, I know,” he said. “But you wouldn’t believe what happened after I ate a blade of it.”

The girl looked at him expectantly.

“I remembered what had happened to me before I woke up,” he said with a glint in his eye.

“Really?” It did indeed sound strange, the girl remarked, but she was ready and willing to believe it if it would give her answers. 

“Yes. Maybe if you eat the grass, you’ll remember, too. What happened to you, I mean.”

The girl slowly nodded, then plucked out a strand of blue grass. She lifted it carefully to her mouth and chewed. It tasted particularly sweet. She closed her eyes and relaxed her mind, waiting for the memories to resurface. The old man sat beside her patiently, examining the moon again.

Behind her closed eyelids, the girl saw a familiar scene. Rain pattering against the city bus window, the outskirts of the city blurred through the motion of the bus and the raindrops. The bus skidding off the road into the lane of oncoming traffic, colliding with another vehicle, and tipping over. Her line of sight skewing sideways, as she fell against the side of the bus that impacted the ground below. The world going dark after her head collided with the shattered bus window. 

Her eyes shot open, and questions began flooding through her mind once again. Suddenly, death seemed like a more probable possibility for her than merely dreaming. Maybe this was heaven or somewhere between life and death after all.

“So?” The old man looked at her expectantly.

“I… I think I might have died. I was in a serious bus accident.” The reality of her situation sunk in.

“I thought I did, too.” The old man smiled sadly.

The girl paused for a moment. “Sir, if you don’t mind me asking… what was it that you remembered when you ate the grass?”

“Well, I was lying in a hospital bed before I found myself here. My health hasn’t been so good, hasn’t been for a long time. I assumed my time to pass on came.” A wistful expression befell the old man’s face.

“Oh.” The girl’s eyes crinkled into a frown. She looked down and fidgeted with her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope that’s not the case.” To her surprise, the old man chuckled.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, dear, I’ve already made my peace with it, if it is the case,” he said. “I’ve lived plenty long, and spending your days ill isn’t exactly the most pleasant.” He stopped for a moment. “Now that I think of it, I don’t think there’s anything left for me.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, like I told you, I’ve been ill. So there’s not much I can physically do, even if I want to. My wife passed a couple years ago, and what little family I have lives far away, so I’d be alone if I did wake up.”

“That’s so sad.” The girl looked down again.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” the old man said. “Unfortunately, I think it’s rather common. But enough about me. Maybe there’s a chance you survived the crash?”

“I don’t know,” the girl looked away glumly. “I guess maybe it’s not so bad here, though. I guess if it’s how my life ends… this is a peaceful last place to be alive.”

“You don’t want to wake up?”

“I mean, maybe I do, but life… is so hard. I remembered what was happening before the crash. My best friend moved away. I had just had an eye exam, and found out I can never be a pilot. Money has been short, so I have to spend all my spare time working to help keep my parents afloat.” The girl gave a long, deep sigh. She whimpered and cradled her head in her knees. In a soft voice, she mumbled, “what is there to live for now?”

The old man smiled sympathetically. “Teenage years are the worst- I’m assuming you’re in high school?”

She nodded.

“To be honest, I think everyone is struggling at your age. It may not seem like it, but even the most cheerful and rambunctious ones are hiding pain somewhere in their hearts. Most of the time, you just can’t see it.”

She nodded. “I guess you’re right. It’s just so hard to think about returning to all that stress when I could… just spend the rest of my time here.”

“Yes, I understand,” the old man said. “But remember, all moments in time will pass. The sad, the miserable, and the happy. These burdens you’re carrying won’t weigh on you forever,” he said with a reassuring smile. “And I’m sure that if you look closely enough, you’ll find there are people who love you and want to support you. Don’t be afraid to lean on others, if you’re struggling. That was hard for me to learn, but I hope you will learn to do so sooner than I did.”

The girl’s eyes welled up, but she gave a small smile.

“Oh, would you look at that,” the old man said. “The moon, it’s almost set.” Sure enough, the moon was nearing quite close to the horizon. His expression became serious, and his eyes widened.

“It’s time to go now.”

It was much darker now, but the girl also experienced a sense of her surroundings fading away from her. Alarmed, she called out to the old man. “What do you mean? Who are you?”

He did not answer. Instead, he said to her, “it’s time to wake up now.”

With that, everything was gone.

Moments later, the girl’s eyes fluttered open once again, but now, she was in a hospital room. Fluorescent lights burned her eyes. Most of her limbs were wrapped in casts, and her head throbbed in pain. She groaned, catching the attention of her mother, whose face fell into tears of joy.

“You’re awake!” The girl’s mother explained, tears slipping down her cheeks. “We thought for sure we lost you!”

“I… survived?”

“Do you remember what happened?” The mother asked.

The girl nodded.

“Well, the doctors said… said you had a very… small- small chance of waking up,” the mother choked out. “They said that… it would be a miracle, if you did.” She took a breath. “But I’m surprised you remember what happened, after all the head trauma you suffered,” she said.

“Yeah,” the girl replied slowly. Words felt like sticky peanut butter in her mouth. “I had a strange dream…” she began, then stopped as something across the room caught her attention.

In a chair lay a newspaper, turned to the obituaries page. On it, the face of an old man with round, gentle features reminiscent to Santa was plastered at the top.

Project 1

The Pizzapocalypse

Owen Savage

The Pizzapocalypse

Chapter 1

It was another day in the life of Richie, the whistle of the teapot pierces the air as Rich torches the end of last night’s cigarette, drops his lighter, slides into his slippers and runs a come through his hair all in one breath. He exhales the tobacco smoke across the room, through the hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen where he begins the obligatory search for breakfast. Hurds of old cans, canned food, canned coffee and beer cans defend Richie’s breakfast with their mass, a cloud of smoke, a swipe of his arm and now the cans lay discarded on the floor and access to the cabinets has been rightfully granted. It’s beans for breakfast again and by now nobody in the house complains, Richie lives with four other guys, one of which is now silencing the teapot, another asleep in bed, another a sleep on a couch and the last is likely in the bathroom. 

Richie may be a messy guy, however his roommates are another story, Rich gave up complaining about dishes, beer cans, old food and other forms of litter throughout the house months ago, he lacked the proper leadership skills to express himself clearly and effectively and he knew it. There was a time in Richies life where he thought that may change, that one day he could be the CEO of some company, or a suited bank teller, bringing home flowers to a small family in a neat little house in a quiet suburb; where he would take his suit coat off, hang it in the same place everyday with his hat, shoes and tie and sit in a cozy chair reading the paper by the fire with vases china and golf trophies on the mantle. Everything laid out for him to enjoy with no surprises. These sleepy morning thoughts meander through Riches head as the beans on the stove begin to catch fire. Smoke, everywhere, burning his glazed eyes, billowing from the beans on the burner. Bending over, Richie sputters and hacks like a tired lawn mower, choking on grass and years of hard labor, his cigarette near caught in his throat, expelled onto his bathrobe, burrowing itself, discarded on the floor. The beans are burned, says Rich to his four roommates, who now stand before him clouded in smoke. 

The day goes on, Richie found something to eat out of an old Pringles can and some carrots that were really meant to be dipped in ranch but the ranch was expired and so was the blue cheese and most of the condiments anyways for that matter. Today was a day to look forward to anyhow, everyone in the house was off work, there was beer in the fridge, spirits were high and the weather was great. By noon the five guys were out on the porch sippin some drink and smoking, the TV was still on inside the house blaring, however no one heard or cared what it had to say. Something on the news about the end of the world, politics, foreign conflict or something like that. Richie did not concern himself much with the news, politics and modern events, being a college dropout, working at a pizza restaurant Richie felt very ignored by mainstream society, a meaningless role to play in the big picture, a small cog in the great geers that kept our society revolving, just a another nameless face occasionally serving pizza to the higher ups of society. Richie felt his opinion didn’t matter, nobody asked him what he thought. Richies roommates were much like himself, college dropouts, either working minimum wage or not working at all, they all shared the same feelings about politics and worldly matters. Catching part of a conversation on the television from inside, Richie says to them “Maybe the world will end today, ha, ha, wouldn’t bother me”, Richies remark is followed by a chorus of laughter and another of his roommates, Mike says, “Don’t get too excited there Ritch, even if it does I doubt your boss will consider that a valid excuse to call out!”.

Chapter 2

 Now it’s three o’clock and the guys are floating down the river on some tubes, laughing, joking around and just having a really good day off. All of a sudden they see this guy floating down the river on a canoe, an old man with hair down to his waist and an even longer beard.

They call out to the man as he gets closer and finally get close enough to talk to him, the old man is blind and he says to them “beware! The day of judgement is upon us” All five guys hold back laughter, “are you serious, old man?” says one. The old man only repeats his statement, paddles on and continues to sing a song in an unrecognizable language. “Strange”, says Richie, “What a weird day this is”. “That’s just a typical Monday in this town”, chuckles Ritchies roommate, Mike. “Monday!” Ritchie howls and his body becomes rigid and tense, “I thought it was sunday!, I got work today!”. Everyone laughs as Ritchie jumps off his float and swims to shore. 

Ritchie rushes into work, running through cars, ducking by pedestrians in the street, spilling his cup of coffee in every direction, foaming at the mouth and arrives to work exactly one minute late. His boss then begins to chew him up, cursing at him up and down, “you’re late to work”, his boss then spits him out into the pizza kitchen. Like a den of lions, hungry customers, having watched this scene, glare and laugh at Ritch. Richie begins to work churning out pizzas as fast as he can, sweating profusely beside the hot oven. All of a sudden Richie reaches to grab a tray of dough to discover the cooler is empty, the pizza progress is now halted and the impatient customers stare at Rich. Ritchie then has to go down to the basement in order to get more dough. He walks past the customers, insisting he will be right back with more dough. Ritchie reaches the cooler, steps inside and slips, slamming the door behind him. Now in the Dark, fumbling around for the lightswitch, the floor begins to shake. An enormous bang violently shakes the entire cooler. In the dark it is quiet and Ritch wonders what it was all about as he gropes around for the handle of the door. Finding the handle, Ritch swings the door open and the sudden flood of light from outside temporarily blinds him. As his vision begins to come back to him Ritchie notices the wall in front of the cooler is no longer there, neither is the wall behind that, or even the stairs. Everything as far as Ritchie can see has been laid to ruble. In shock and confusion Ritchie doesn’t even move for a moment, wondering what this is all about.

Chapter 3

Days later Ritchie has managed to reassemble the pizza oven, collect what has been left of the pizza tools and boxes and feed himself more pizza than he has had in the last year. Surprisingly much of the inventory had not been entirely destroyed, having been an old building most of the tools were made with steel and had been around since the 1900s. The pizza oven ran on charcoal and the basement of the place was filled with enough charcoal to last years. The pizza boxes and canned ingredients had been stored in a metal enclosure much like a safe and the cooler had just been freshly stocked the day before. There was a silo filled with flour, and all the dough making machines were still functional. Ritchie had enough pizza ingredients to last for what he calculated as around one hundred years. 

Each day Ritch would wake up, make two large pizzas, one cheese and one pepperoni, Ritchie would take these pizzas and place them in a box, label each box so as not to confuse the toppings and carry them in a delivery satchel into the rubble. Ritch always brought two, not necessary because he wanted to eat two large pizzas everyday but because he had to. Ritchie knew that if there was one living person out there, they would be starving and barely alive so he wanted to have food hot and ready to deliver to them when they needed it. 

One day while Ritchie was on his walk out through the ruins he heard footsteps. He would stop in his tracks and look around him to study what he had heard, however it seemed like every time he stopped to listen the tracks would stop. All of a sudden a great pain exploded from his side, someone had struck him with a piece of a lamp. Ritchie stumbles back in shock and his attacker raises the lamp to strike again and Ritchie calls out “Wait!, I have pizza!”. With a look of confusion the attack’s voice cracks as he asks what kind? and Ritch replies, cheese and pepperoni. Half an hour and a full belly later Ritch and his new friend, Carl are walking at a brisk pace back to the pizza oven.

Weeks go by, Ritchie has taught Carl very much about the pizza business and Carl has been enthusiastic to learn the trade. Ritchie strategically avoids giving away the secret ingredient, in these times, knowledge is a very valuable asset. 

In time other survivors join the business, apprenticing with Ritchie accordingly. Everyday Rich is the first to wake up and begin his daily routine. Ritch thoughtfully ignites the pizza oven and assembles all the ingredients in preparation for the day, in the past Ritchie used to hurry through the prep work completing the chore without much thought. These days Ritchie enthusiastically prepares his work for the day ready to serve his community and friends with compassion, in return his people look up to him and admire his leadership ability. Ritchie has even made plans for construction projects.

Chapter 4

Years pass by and the society is running smoothly, hundreds of people are committed to the community, everyone has their place in the pizza palace. These days Ritchies only job is to administer the secret sauce and he does so in privacy, so as not to give away the secret. There are too many workers now and too many to few positions to be held, most people in the community just roll the dough and have little to no hope of moving up in rank. The hierarchy has become rigid and only the managers have a say in what types of pizza are to be made, with Ritchies final approval of course. One day Ritchie wakes up to begin his daily routine and meets someone he had never seen working on the commune and to his surprise it’s his old friend from college, Tom. The two recognize each other and in shock greet each other happily. Tom tells Ritch how he managed to survive the apocalypse and Ritch tells him. As Ritchie gets halfway through the story, Tom realizes he is talking to the pizza king himself. In shock, Tom says “Wait, you’re that pizza guy!”, “I’ve got so many great toppings I want to suggest”. Having heard this many times before, Ritch does the best he can to be kind and listen to his friend, knowing that it is likely impossible that the pizzas he suggested will ever become popular. 

The way the pizza society functions, it is very difficult for the many lower class pizza workers suggestions to be heard and even more difficult for them to move up in rank. The pizza system is successful in terms of getting people fed, however the only kinds of pizza people can eat are cheese and pepperoni. This is something that has recently been bothering Ritchie and he goes to bed that night thinking about what he has created and what he has become. 

The next day Ritch wakes up and realizes what he has to do. Ritchie walks along the line of dough rollers and while doing so, drops a slip of paper on the floor with the secret ingredient written on it clearly in the open for anybody to find. 

Years later the exposed secret has led to great disorganization within the pizza community. All kinds of pizza can be seen being eaten everyday, no longer just cheese and pepperoni, people have been experimenting with extremely extravagant topics like, ketchup and pineapple, or apple and salmon. Richie no longer lives as a pizza king within the pizza society, he grew out his hair and wears a beard and nobody recognizes him. Richie wakes up everyday unknowing as to what kinds of pizza the community has in store for him and at any point in the day everything could change.

Project 1

Ghost (Draft)

Chapter 1 the first chapter

BEGINNING

Opens with Sylvius alone, getting ready for the day. He writes in his journal which shows the audience what the time/date system looks like for them, and how the Sylvans are keeping track of the time they’ve spent underground. Sylvius has been underground for nearly his entire life, and has very few memories of the above ground world. 

He leaves his room and begins to clean up after his brother, who has left things in places they shouldn’t be. He bumps into Aliyah in the common room, they exchange a few words, and she asks where Azrael is. Sylvius says he knows exactly where he is.

Scene from the night before:

Azrael is still at the bar, talking up his friend Codias who is serving drinks. Cody makes a comment about how he’s had enough, and Azrael humorously convinces him to pour another before the bar closes for the evening. There’s a brief scene of some Sylvan hooligans shapeshifting in the pub, which Cody has to kick out because shifting forms isn’t allowed in restaurants. 

Azrael comments on how he was “not able to score tonight”, and how he can’t go home sober, or not alone at least. Cody ends up walking him back to his room. 

back to the previous scene, Sylvius tells Aliyah he needs to speak privately with his brother. Bangs on Azrael’s door and shouts that it’s time to get up and get to work with the plans for the day. Imagery implies that Cody stayed the night with him. Azrael lazily dresses himself and meets Sylvius in the common room. Aliyah waits outside. 

Sylvius reprimands Azrael over his drunken laziness. Azrael acts distant, not wanting to hear it from him again. He responds by pulling an advanced fighting move on his younger brother, knocking him to the floor. He tells Sylvius that he shouldn’t be so aggressive, because he didn’t live through the Scourge like Azrael did.

cut to a flashback of The Scourge occurring for the first time. It possesses people and makes them do terrible things, and it also agitates the local wildlife which happens to be monster-like creatures. Azrael and Sylvius lost their parents, and Azrael lost his wife. Sylvius was only a few years old. Azrael’s quick thinking rescues his baby brother and takes him far away. They meet with other refugees who find them, and they find their escape route underground. The brothers are the only surviving members of the royal family.

cut back, Sylvius leaves the common room with a bruise on his face from the confrontation. Aliyah asks how the conversation went, sees his face, and says she assumes it didn’t go well. Sylvius brushes it off and the two leave together to head for the meeting room where they will plan strategies.

After they’re gone, Cody looks out the door carefully and then leaves back for his own room. He has an emotional moment alone; the reasons why are left up to the reader to speculate.

Chapter 2 the second chapter

THE HUMANS

A scout team reports back stating that human naval ships have docked on the island. The king and prince go out with a group to investigate, and are met with immediate hostility. The person in charge has one of the background characters killed out of fear. They have never seen Sylvans before and think it’s some secret military organization. They want to take Sylvius in for interrogation and leverage, but The Scourge attacks before they can. Most of the humans are wiped out, and those remaining are forced to join the Sylvans underground.

Sylvius welcomes them cautiously and designates a portion of the shelter for the remaining humans. He has a conversation with Sage about how things work around here.

SAGE

Sage was a higher up in the military force of humans. She ends up hanging around the main group (Sylvius, Azrael, Aliyah) and becomes friends with them. 

The group has a gathering at one point, in one of the bars in the underground sanctuary. They all laugh and have a good time despite the struggles they’re going through. This brings them closer together.

Sage teaches them all a lesson in human combat. They all have a training session with her.

Sage talks with Aliyah about her feelings of inadequacy, and gives her some confident advice.

Working with the humans now, Sylvius, Azrael, and Aliyah get together with Sage to discuss the next rescue mission. They have to send a troop aboveground to rescue handfuls at a time of those who were left behind. Sylvius insists on going this time, which Azrael discourages. In the end all four of them end up going, but Sylvius gets left behind due to The Scourge possessing him. The other three can’t do anything to stop it unless they kill him, which they don’t want to do, so they leave to regroup. Aliyah and Sage have to try really hard to convince Azrael to leave him.

Azrael explodes over this when they return, and Sage has to pull him together so that they can make a plan to get Sylvius back.

When they finally go to get Sylvius back, he’s a mess. Not only is he now dealing with the mental and emotional aftermath of being possessed, but in his mind, they abandoned him, and he remains bitter for what he had to suffer through alone.

Sylvius and Azrael are getting ready for battle, backs turned to each other, having a heated argument in almost complete silence. Neither has the energy to raise their voice, but vicious words are thrown. They enter the battlefield with unresolved problems.

FINAL FACE OFF

Armed and ready, the Sylvans and the humans march in to the old settlement, now overrun. Weapons brandished, they start fighting against possessed creatures and people, careful to only knock out any possessed individuals and not kill them.

At one point near the end, The Scourge possesses Azrael and goes after Sage. Sylvius fights Azrael and attempts to knock him unconscious but can’t seem to do it. Azrael is too skilled. The Scourge, through Azrael, tells Sylvius that he needs to kill Azrael, or else it will make Azrael kill Sage.

In the moment of truth, Sylvius is given no choice and shoots a fatal blow at his brother, who, before The Scourge leaves him, it makes him kill Sage anyways. Azrael is conscious for his final moments and apologizes to Sylvius for not being a better brother. Sylvius stops him and apologizes himself before his brother dies.

Sylvius and Aliyah are left alone to lead the settlement. All they really have is each other now. She has to be his voice of clarity and reason and talk him down from ending his own life. Somebody refers to him as “king” and he shouts at them.

The story ends with Sylvius staring in his bathroom mirror. He stares into his own eyes, not recognizing the person behind them. He punches the mirror out, shakes the blood from his hand, and draws his weapon. The final scene is of him sobbing and holding it, leaving what happens ambiguous for the reader to decide.

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