| Revenant
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Night time, it is raining hard in the city graveyard. There is a decaying hand stretching out from the earth in front of a tombstone.
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I lived. I died. I endured burning. I remember the feel of the rain, warm against my cold dead fingers. I was grasping, almost like I would pull the air from the world above down to me. But I don't need to breathe. Not anymore.
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The rotten hand has fought free the rest of the arm.
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There was silence. Silence I thought would drown me out in it's singularity.
Now with the corpse’s upper body freed it can be made out that the restless corpse is a man.
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I cascaded through the wretch of grave dust reborn from palled earth as like a newborn child
The man stumbles in the dirt and grime inside his grave with tightly clenched fists.
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I know you can hear me. I know you can see me if only dimly. I have come forth again. I am the phoenix. I am the devil. Your nightmare that flies in the wind.
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The man stands beside his grave arms outstretched with his head to the sky as the rain pours over him.
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The rain has come to greet me and bring me out. I can feel it, I can even sense it in some odd perception I have yet to understand. But I cannot see it.
He holds his hands to his sides with water running over them with exuberance as if the rain were gold.
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It is glorious. It is life weeping for joy...
Close-up on his face as he stares up into the sky with eyes closed, the rain streams down his face.
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...And it's tears are my tears.
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Far off shot of the man in the graveyard, he is alone surrounded by unmarked graves.
MAN
Aaahhhgg!! Gllrriiiollss!!
Mid shot as he touches his hands to his lips, which are emaciated. There are black empty sockets where his eyes should be.
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However broken lips cannot speak. I am reborn to this world mute. My eyes I realize are gone as well...
He looks around his self and we can “see” as he does. The graveyard is a monochromatic, twisted version of its physical self.
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...And the world takes a different shape.
He stands amidst the desolate world he perceives.
He falls to his knees before his grave as his memory comes racing through his mind.
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The dullness is gone. Fog lifts from my mind...there are things I don't want to remember...things I wouldn't want you to see...
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The man is wreathed in flames amidst visions of four masked attackers and the sillouhette of a man running into a burning building.
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Visions of fire. Sounds of lunatic laughter. The faces of my executioners. The pain of loss.
MAN
Aaaahhhh!!
PAGE6
Inside a sterile looking apartment buillding Julie McCressor lies in bed, close-up on her eyes that have just snapped open. Her alarm clock reads 3 a.m.
The radio is on.
RADIO
This is your messenger god speaking. It is precisely half past the hour now. You are reminded that there is coded curfew in effect, threat level is at orange. If you are outside or in the street at this time you will be arrested.
She goes to swat the snooze button but knocks over the lamp next to the radio.
JULIE
Fuck off. Oh shit!
RADIO
Curfew violation is punishable for up to 9 months CLICK. ( she slams the snooze)
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The dreams are coming back. That's the worst one I've had in a while.
She stands in her room holding her arms close to herself.
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It’s always him too. That man. Maybe I should get back on my medication. I don’t know what it is but that stuff makes me groggy. I can’t stand this goddamn place either. Confederated government doctors tell me I’m crazy. “Take our little green pills.” I don’t know why I black out sometimes. I don’t think it’s crazy. But then again maybe that’s why they think I’m crazy.
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She goes to her living room and sits in front of a painting like her vision of the man in flames.
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He’s in so much pain. He’s always in the rain and then he’s just on fire. It has to mean something.
Julie just stares at the canvas.
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I don’t believe that crap about it symbolizing my weird dark inner fucked-upness that my doctor tries to pass off on me.
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I just want him to tell me what to do.
She gets up and paces into her kitchen.
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Don’t go to the kitchen. Don’t give in. If I go to the kitchen I lose. But I’m fucking losing it. And it has to stop.
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Losing it. What’s there to lose? I say hello to my little friends in their child-proof containers waiting for me to swallow them down and become happy and normal again. Happy. normal. Groggy. Half-delusional with mild psychotic undertones. Maybe I’ll get violent this time just to spice things up.
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She stands looking into the kitchen cabinet. There are pills and med containers all over.
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That’s a good girl. Take it down, one big gulp. One big nap. Make me not me again.
She hold them in her hand with a glass of water to wash it all down.
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Steady. No shakes this time.
JULIE
Oh shit!
Close up on her eyes as they turn a bright emerald green amidst the black and white page.
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( I think it would be good if the following dialogue written here for this panel was like SFX words kind of floating around Julies head to signify her swirling thoughts. Just a thought. ) Focus. My mind over matter. All that easy breathing shit. No! Help! Wake up!
She drops the glass and the pills fall to the floor.
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And as the glass falls, time stops, because I waited too long to take the meds.
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One big splash page of Julie as she lies on her knees on her kitchen floor in a sort of epileptic shock and a fade of her over the artwork of her eyes streaming with black tears.
(again here I think it would be cool to do floating SFX styled words to give it the right feel. )
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Mind..Shatter..Awaken…I see you…Listen to me..
PAGE 10
Another splash page, Julie envisions the Revenant and he is made of rain,shadow and a murder of crows. There is a vision of a signpost that reads Paddington avenue.
Come to me…Your mind is locked with questions…And I am the doorkeeper.
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She lies amidst the shattered glass and pills.
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North Vermont and Paddington. He’s there.
JULIE
(sobbing in between words) <sob> That’s it <sob> That’s enough!!
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I’ve had enough of everyone else’s way.
She gets up and goes to the door, grabbing her coat.
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I am crazy.
She leaves and slams the door.
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But I don’t care anymore if they’re going to lock me up. At least after tonight I’ll know for sure..
In her absence the room is dark and the shadows make out the form of the Revenant’s shadow on the floor.
Meanwhile in Julie’s room the radio comes back on.
RADIO
This is the voice of the hour. Curfew is in effect and will be enforced with lethal consequences.
RADIO
And remember…Subservience is liberation.
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