Post by MSS Productions on Oct 15, 2020 22:54:17 GMT
The shot goes from darkness to the unity symbol of the One World Government, sitting there for a moment before a face shows up on the screen. Behind the dark haired and faintly bearded face were dozens of images of events unfolding live across the various channels for the various Cities in the world.
Phillip Lamont: “Wake up world and welcome to the wake up call! I’m Phillip Lamont and I'm here as alway to help you get caught up with all the events of the night that you may have missed! City four saw….”
The voice was suddenly muted, but he continued to speak leading into the shot pulling out into the small apartment of Lesli Moren:. It was decorated with furniture that looked at home in the eighties and while it wasn’t dirty or cluttered it was easy to tell she made it with very little.
The latina woman appeared from through one of the doors wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, her hair up in a simple, but messy bun. The bags under her eyes said how little she had been sleeping the last couple of days.
As she walked by the television mounted to the wall she glanced over, the camera following with her to show Phillip talking and beside him a image of a building burning with the words “Penny O’neal City 4: Dead on day 22.”
Lesli Moren:: “Holy shit….”
The concern and fear in her voice was unable to hide. The screen changed to the image of a middle aged man running around a corner with a pack of what appeared to be dogs sprinting into view. They nearly reached him before he ducked into a building and slammed the door shut.
Lesli Moren:: “....Dogs. Of course there are dogs….”
Lesli turns and heads into the kitchen pulling open the refrigerator. Inside were a few bottles of water, a couple of premade sandwiches cut into halves and pre-wrapped and what appeared to be a leftover half chicken. Other than that it was empty.
If this sight was strange, she didn’t show it. Pulling one of the sandwich halves from within, she closed the door and headed back toward the living room. When she rounded the corner and saw Phillip’s face and the words “City One” beside him, she hurried forward and around the couch to unmute him.
Phillip Lamont: “Joslyn Erari, two weeks into her competition for a medical pass for her son, barely got away from a couple of Saints that were investigating the smell of smoke coming out of the bank she had been using for a base of operations.”
The screen beside the bearded man’s face showed a short video of a woman with blonde hair pressing back to the wall of the vault she had been sleeping inside while two men dressed in all white were walking toward the door of the bank.
Phillip Lamont: “She got lucky, but she needs to find somewhere else to call home now for the last two weeks of her challenge. They won’t brush off the smell coming from this same location twice. They smell it again and of course they’ll do a more thorough search.”
The shot beside Phillip shifted to a man with dreadlocks wearing jeans and a t-shirt struggling with two men whose skin was a ashen grey color and wearing little more than lone clothes. The shot was dark but the room had enough candles burning to make out what appeared to be an office inside an office building.
Phillip Lamont: “Late last night, three weeks into his competition for a moving pass, Oliver was discovered by the Ravaners, also called the Freaks by those within the City. We didn’t see how they found him, but three of them discovered him sleeping in the office building of the former paper company.”
The short video of the man with the dreads shifts to a shot of an empty street with Phillip standing beside it.
Phillip Lamont: “And one week in there is still no signs of John Moren, in his first week of his competition for a medical pass for a friend.”
Lesli Moren:: “No sign of him….”
Lesli let out a sigh and hit the button on the remote turning the television off. She rose off the couch and moved to her front door and into the hallway. A few doors down she knocked on the door and stood waiting.
Lesli Moren:: “Leann? Trevor? You guys….”
The door suddenly opened and Leann appeared in the doorway. Her hair was disheveled and she was wearing a pair of PJ pants and a spaghetti strap top. Behind her the World Government Television Network could be heard playing.
Leanna Perry: “Did something happen?!”
Lesli Moren:: “No...I wanted to see if you had heard anything.”
Lesli’s eyes shifted past her and into the apartment as Trevor came out of a door on the right side of the doorway. He looked the same as Leann did, disheveled and as if he had just gotten up but unlike her, he was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Lesli Moren:: “Your brother okay?”
Leann looked behind her at Trevor disappearing into a door on the other side of the hallway. He never broke stride nor stopped when she said his name. Leann shrugged and glanced back at the latina woman.
Leann Perry: “He’s fine. He had a tough night. More than one episode. He’ll probably sleep most of the day.”
Lesli Moren:: “Look like you had a long night yourself.”
Voice of Phillip Lamont: “Well, it looks like something is going on. There seems to be forces converging near the landing location where John Moren was last seen.”
Lesli Moren:: “JOHN?!”
Leann spun around, banging on the door Trevor had disappeared into as she passed heading toward the living room with Lesli hot on her heels.
Leann Perry: “I think the camera’s found John, Trevor!”
The door opens and Trevor appears mid changing shirts between Leann and Lesli. The camera comes in to focus on red lines on Trevor’s back, four of them, two on each side running down from the shoulder blades.
Lesli doesn’t even seem to notice them however as she hurries into the living room. The screen attached to the wall shows the twin buildings with a half a dozen cars approaching it. The cars all showed the signs of the Misfits.
Phillip Lamont: “For those of you who don’t know, those are the cars of the Misfits. The Misfits are the second largest gang in the first City who control a portion of the western section of the city. Have they found some sign of John Moren? We’ll find out!”
Phillip’s face disappears as the screen becomes a full shot of the twin buildings.
Morning Star Studios presents….
The City
Episode 3
“Bonding”
Starring
Torian Drake
And
Kendra Goldilocks Goganious
The passenger door on the lead car on the left, nearest the sidewalk opens with a creak revealing the heeled boot and black and white stocking of Lady. The doors of the other cars opened and thirteen men stepped from them to join the painted woman on the street. Each of them looking up at the building rising high above them.
Sativa Nevaeh as Leann Perry
Zachary Sears as Trevor Perry
Johnny Maverick as Thomas
Bellamy Parteabon as Hayley
Lady: “He crossed that right there.”
The painted woman mentioned above them to the make-shift bridge connecting the building on their right to the building on their left.
Lady: “4 teams of three starting on the fourteen floor. You….”
She motioned to the biggest of the men who had driven her.
Lady: “With me.”
The group turned without a word and walked into the building, the sound of each of them pulling back back the releases on the rifles as one echoed as the group entered the building.
Maiko Adachi as Lady
Jasmine Matthews as Felicity Yanc
Harmon Janssen as Felix Salar
And
Caliban as Oliver Jamison
The camera shifts up to the sixteenth floor to a man wearing the Misfit colors with a hat on backwards. A little tuft of red hair stuck out from beneath it and he had the faintest hints of a crimson beard on his cheeks and jaw. He walked through the door of a bedroom to find a huge hole in the wall with the bridge leading to the building across the alley.
He looked back, considering going to tell his companions about this discovery but instead a faint little grin touched his lips and he crossed the bridge alone. The shot shifts to the other side of the bridge as he enters the building and eases the first door open with the tip of the ruffle.
Female voice: “Did you hear….”
The sound of the voice brought the man’s head around and he continued on, but the strange woman’s voice never said another word. He reached the second door and eased it open to reveal a safe room filled with supplies, clothing and a bed in the far corner but it was empty.
Slowly step by step he walked into the room and scanned right to left until he came to an opening along the left wall near where the wall met the wall with the door he had entered. Standing in the doorway was a brown haired teenage girl staring at him in terror.
A sinister, even sadistic grin touched his lips as he raised the rifle to point it directly at the girl.
Misfit soldier: “Hello there, Pretty. I think you had better come….”
The man never got the sentence out as someone hit him from the doorway beside him. John hit him at full speed and wrapped an arm around his throat. Becca stifled back a scream as John violently lifted the man into the air and whipped his arms back emitting a loud CRACK as the man’s spinal cord snapped.
The body hit the ground with an audible thud and John reached down snatching the rifle from where the Misfit had dropped it. He crossed the room and dumped the supplies the government had given him out on the ground. Yanking the duffle open again he snapped.
John Moren “Peak your head out of the door. Only until you can only see the hallway with one eye and keep an eye out.”
John shoved the two guns he’d received from the safe house into the bag and began to load it full of water, food and what little bit of the girls clothing he could find.
John Moren “If you see them I want you to pop your head back to safety and say my name one time.”
Becca nodded, swallowed hard and did as he asked. The shot then shifts between her view of the empty hallway and the room where John was placing items into the bag. He loaded it full and yanked the strap close, zipping it up. He grabbed a single bag of water and ripped it open with his teeth taking a quick drink and dunking a bit over his head. Once he had finished, he turned and crossed the room to her, dumping the bag over her shoulder. When she moved to pull her head back he grabbed the side of it and kept her eye on the hallway.
John Moren “There is no way this one is alone. The others haven’t found the bridge yet but it’s only a matter of time before they do and if they trap us in this small cramped two rooms, we’re dead.”
Becca Calaway: “What can we do?”
John Moren “We’re gonna escape. Back across the bridge and through that building to the ground and find another safe house. You stay behind me at all times. One half room. You move only when I move.”
Becca Calaway: “I should have a gun too, John.”
John let out a little laugh and shook his head. She heard the magazine of the rifle unclick and then drive back into the weapon as John checked the ammo inside the magazine.
John Moren “You’ll end up shooting me by accident.”
Becca Calaway: “I can help you!”
John Moren “No gun, Kid. Now, what’s the plan?”
Becca Calaway: “Follow you. Move when you move. Get to the floor and find somewhere else safe.”
John didn’t say a word, just ducked around her and into the hallway. Once he started toward the bridge, she came forward behind him. They made it to and across the bridge without a problem but in the bedroom another of the Misfit soldiers entered the room gun first.
John grabbed the wrist holding the gun with his left hand and yanked it forward into the room. Becca covered her mouth with her hands as John’s left brought the small buck knife up beneath his mouth. The man’s eyes opened but no sound came out as John pinned him to the door with his arm up holding the blade in place. He stared into the man’s eyes as the shot pulled down to reveal John’s finger behind the trigger of the rifle. The man was squeezing it trying to fire the weapon and announce the attack but his finger was blocking it from depressing.
John Moren “Zipper.”
The words came as a soft whisper and Becca knew enough to approach him and unzip the bag. The man hit the ground and John ejected his magazine from the gun and handed the magazine to the girl. She loaded it into the bag and unzipped it before following him out.
The hallway was quiet as the two turned toward the stairs. When they reached the halfway point, a shadow appeared near the stairs growing larger with each step. Someone was coming toward where the two hallways met. John bolted forward just as the man broke the wall's edge and leapt into the air driving his knee into the hand holding the rifle.
The gun hit the railing of the stairs and balanced on it as John slipped around behind the man and locked his arms around his neck. The man grunted, trying to shout but no sounds came out. His hand reached out, fingertips brushing the gun before, like the first, his neck broke with an audible snap.
The brushing of the fingertips was enough to topple the gun over. It hit the stairs and bounced down to the fifteenth floor. John immediately began down the stairs with Becca a few feet behind him. When he reached the halfway point, a face appeared below on the floor looking up at them.
Misfit Soldier: “FIFTEENTH FLOO….”
The shout was cut off as John grabbed the railing and vaulted it. He landed on the man driving him back into the wall. As they hit the wall another man came out of a doorway in one of the hallways leading to the stairs. When he saw John pressing the rifle up into the soldier's throat, he raised his weapon.
John catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and throws himself back into the wall, pulling the man out between him and the other Misfit soldier. The hallway explodes into an echo of reports as the weapon fires, the bullets tearing into the Misfit’s back. John tosses him aside without a thought, raising his own rifle and squeezing off two shots, each shot taking the man in the face sending him spinning back into the door he had just come out of.
Becca comes forward, no doubt thinking it was safe, just as the third member of the unit came out of a door. The man begins to open fire before he even clears the door frame. John turns, shoving Becca back into the safety of the stairwell, causing a bullet to tear into the back of his bicep.
Shouting began to echo from the floors above and John looked up with a curse. He glanced back at the hallway, ducking his head back just as bullets ripped into the wall’s edge. When he heard the tell-tale click he came around the corner, raising the rifle in his hands. The two shots took the man in the chest and throat sending him falling to the ground.
As John passed him, he was holding his throat, and another shot took him square in the nose. He continues down the hallway with Becca trailing along behind, holding the duffle for dear life and trying not to look at the bodies lying around.
When they get to the next set of stairs, the camera shifts to a revolving shot moving between them and the sets of feet, including the stocking covered legs of Lady rushing down the stairs. John counts to himself down from fifteen each time they reached a floor until he got to two and was panting. Behind him Becca grabbed his arm gasping, unable to breathe.
John Moren “Come on….”
He led her into one of the rooms and crouched with their backs against the wall. John attempted to listen, with his head turned toward the opened door while Becca tried to learn how to breathe again.
When the sound of boots reached the floor above John looked up slowly and reached out grabbing Becca by the top. He pulled her from the room and started toward the stairs. They had nearly reached them when three men came to the bottom of the stairs at the end of the hallway they had just come from.
Their assault rifles fired in loud cracks and John shoved Becca aside into the doorway just before the stairs they needed and dove into a matching door on the other side. The three fired in revolving units so the gunfire never stopped. One reloaded while another fired with the third stepping in as needed.
Becca Calaway: “What do we do?!”
She shouted and just as John was about to shout a reply the entire roof behind him exploded downward showering the room in wood and debris. The shot became blurred with loud ringing following John’s gaze up to the roof where there was now a gaping whole with men standing above him.
The men jumped down and John bolted from the room, using the shock of the explosion on the other soldiers to cross the hallway safely. As he entered the room he took Becca by the back of her shirt near the collar and sprinted toward the window.
The men in the room behind them opened fire just as John reached the window and slung Becca as hard as he could onto the balcony railing. She hit the railing and went over the edge with bullets pinging off the metal where she had just been.
The shot shifts to the alley as Becca lands on the roof of an abandoned car with a thud gasping for air as she rolled off to the ground. It shifts back into the room as John dives to the edge of the room to avoid the gunfire. He raises the rifle, squeezing off rounds as the men rush the room after him. The bullets tore into three of them in rapid succession before making the clicking sound signaling it was empty.
John took this momentary opening to sprint to the window and vault the railing. He lands on the roof of the car in a crouch and drops to the ground beside Becca, whose on her hands and knees gasping.
He took her by the scruff of the neck again and ran toward the mouth of the alley as bullets pinged the ground behind them. On the balcony, Lady screamed in frustration and rage as one of the cars they had arrived in pulled away, tires screeching.
**
The shot shifts to the outside of a warehouse, running up the side of the building to once again see the numbers “1904.” It stays on the door of the warehouse until a pair of boots appear stepping into frame.
The shot comes up a pair of legs clad in black slacks and a purple shirt that was hanging like it was left unbuttoned. The figure walks toward revealing a head of brown hair as the camera slowly comes around to view his front. Below the purple button up was a white tank top.
Felix Salar’s soldier.
Thomas.
He made his way through the doorway and into the warehouse, the shot following him over his left shoulder. The warehouse floor was barren, making it easy for him to continue his steady march forward all while keeping his head on a swivel.
Once he made it into the building and it was clear it was safe the man made a beeline for the hidden stairs leading down into the sublevel. The shot shifts once he goes behind the stairs, watching as his feet come down one step after another.
Thomas: “Felicity….”
He called out, his hand slipping behind his jacket top and pulling out a black 8MM handgun.
Thomas: “Felicity? I know you’re here. The street rats on 25th sold you out.”
He paused at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes darting around the barely lit sublevel but only silence greeted him. No response, no panicked breathing, nothing.
Thomas: “Felicity…..don’t do this. Felix will never stop hunting you. Not after you took them. He may forgive you and even let you come home if you just give yourself up now.”
He slowly made his way forward through the shallow hallway to a small room at the end. The room had clearly been lived in awhile, but there was no one here now. A small hold cut into the floor near the bed sat empty save for a single piece of torn lamination.
Thomas knelt and picked up the small piece of plastic turning it over between his fingers.
Thomas: “You’re keeping them with you. Smart girl.”
He leaned back on his heels in the crouch and scanned the room. The empty food wrappers, the empty bags of water and the makeshift fire. She had taken her toiletries, any spare food and water and any weapons that may have had with her when she left.
Thomas: “Where are you headed little bird...where. Are. You….”
He shifted through the collection of trash on the floor, pushing each item to the side with his fingertips until he came to a small crumpled up piece of paper. Using only the tips of his fingers on one hand he pushed it open and the camera shifted down to see the writing in blue ink.
Parabond Pond. 16th floor.
Thomas: “....Fuck.”
**
The shot shifts to the inside of what had once been a hotel suite. The bed was beautifully made with a bedspread of various shades of grey. On each side of the bed sat two bedside end tables made of glass with a shard mirror sitting above the bed attached to the wall.
The shot panned the room, taking in the opened closet filled with clothes and a dresser with a huge vanity mirror attached to the top of it along the right side of the wall. When the image reached the wall the sound of a door opening brought it back around to see the blonde Hayley walking through the door.
As she crosses the room toward the vanity desk the blonde woman reaches up pulling the beautiful diamond earrings free from her ears. She pulls one of the drawers open revealing an elegant silver tray with each set of earrings sitting in precise position. She places the pair of earrings in an empty spot on the third row of the tray and pushes the drawer closed.
When the drawer closes a sudden ringing breaks her focus and she pulls a small phone from her pocket. Glancing down she made an unhappy face and sighed before answering.
Hayley: “Felix isn’t here, Thomas.”
The shot shifts to the face of Thomas standing in the abandoned hole beneath the warehouse that Felicity had been using only a few days before. He held the strange piece of paper in his right hand, crushed beneath his fist.
Thomas: “We need to meet. Now.”
Hayley: “You know that can’t happen, Thomas. You knew the price when I accepted Felix’s offer.”
Thomas: “God dammit, Hayley, we need to meet right the hell now!”
The shot shifts back to Hayley as the brown haired woman shouts repeating his request, this time she heard the tone in his voice.
Fear.
She glanced back at the door to ensure she was alone and whispered.
Hayley: “What did you do, Thomas?!”
Thomas: “I’ll be waiting at the place where this all started.”
Hayley: “You know I can’t.”
Thomas: “It’s about her.”
As soon as he finished speaking the dial tone was heard plain as day. She blew in a deep sighing breath and hit the button on the phone to end the call. Taking her lip between her teeth her eyes began to shift between the vanity table and the door.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
She ultimately blew out a deep breath, grabbed her purse off the vanity and turned walking back through the door she had just come through.
**
The shot shifted to another part of the city as a muscle car came around the corner. The shot stays in position as the car rounds a corner into an alley before following it around in time to see John Moren exit the driver’s side, blood now coating his right arm that he cradled close to his side as he slammed the door closed.
John moved around the back end of the car to a set of dumpsters and planted his bad shoulder against them, pushing with a pained grunt. He moved each of them to sit side by side behind the bumper of the vehicle hiding it from view then headed toward the mouth of the alley.
A quick glance showed him, and those watching, that the street was empty and he jogged across it. When he neared another alley, two cars came around the corner and he ducked quickly into the alley. He pressed his back to the wall of the building, kneeling behind a pile of trash as the cars passed slowly.
Once they had passed, he moved back onto the street and hurried along the way the cars had come. At the next intersection he turned right and hurried to the next intersection. Just before he reached it, he ducked between two of the buildings. Halfway down the alley, a ladder leading up to the fire escape was nearly to the ground.
He made his way up it, grunting with discomfort as he used the bloody arm. At the top, he pulled the ladder up and locked it into place, then turned, heading up the stairs leading up the side of the building ducking into an open window on the fourth floor.
The room inside had once been someone’s apartment, but it had long since been ransacked. Clothes and other items were scattered around the room as if someone had searched it for useful items and simply tossed those they didn’t need around the room.
John steps onto the bed and walks over it into a matching hallway and pulls the front door open. Closing it behind him he heads into a hallway filled with debris and other old used items. At the stairs leading up he heads up two flights to the fifth floor and heads down another hallway. Halfway down the hallway he leans to the side into the wall, the blood trail left behind before he collapses to a knee outside the door panting in pain.
After only a few moments the door opens and a concerned Becca appears above him.
Becca Calaway: “Johnny!”
She exclaims in shock and throws his good arm over her shoulder forcing him back to his feet with a grunt of her own at the weight.
John Moren: “John… Not Johnny.”
Becca Calaway: “What’s the difference?!”
She asked with a grunt pulling him into the room and dumping him down on a couch to rest. He leaned his head back, answering without looking back at her.
John Moren “One’s my name… the other isn’t.”
John groans and sits up straight pulling on the lining at the stomach of the shirt he wore. As he leaned towards the camera shifts around him to see the back shoulder blade and shoulder of the shirt was completely shredded by something.
John Moren “In the bag….below the rations. There’s a small black zipped up bag.”
Becca crossed the room to the bag John had brought with them and pulled the zipper flaps open. She dug under the food, clothes and weapons until she found the small black pouch and brought it back to him.
Becca Calaway: “Okay?”
John Moren “Unzip it. You need to get this shit outta my arm….”
Becca Calaway: “M… M… Me?!”
John Moren “I can’t reach it, Becca… ”
He let out a pained groan as he peeled the shirt off and turned to the side on the couch putting a spot behind her to sit. She moved up to the couch lying the pouch on her lap and unzipped it as she looked up at his back. The shoulder blade, shoulder and upper part of his right arm was littered with chunks of wood, plaster and tiny shards of metal.
Becca Calaway: “Jesus… what happened?!”
John Moren “Felt it when they used the breach charge or whatever they used to blow the floor of the room above me. Bits of the floor, I think. Clean it and get the shit out. The kit should have what you need.”
Becca glanced down and saw tweezers and a handful of little tools. The camera shifts to the front of John as Becca goes to work. He stays perfectly still with his head down and his eyes closed as she picks, wincing only in his face.
John Moren “You wanna tell me?”
Becca Calaway: “Tell you what?”
John Moren “Those men weren’t there for me, Becca. They were there for you.”
Becca sat in silence and continued to work on his back and shoulder. It was until he turned his head to try and look at her did she speak again.
Becca Calaway: “After Mom and Dad died, I had to get more desperate. Okay? Render further out.”
John Moren “And you crossed into their territory.”
Becca Calaway: “It was our stuff! Mom and Dad hid it there before the Misfits moved in!”
John’s good arm came up and gently pinched the bridge of his nose.
John Moren “What the hell were you thinking?”
Becca Calaway: “I did what I had to do….”
John Moren “You’re one girl. One untrained girl against all of them. What did you think was going to happen?!”
Behind him the girl fell silent and just continued to remove the shrapnel from his flesh little by little. Once she was done, she ripped one of the bags of water open with her teeth and used the wrecked remains of his shirt to wet down and gently clean the wounds. Once the wounds were cleaned she applied bandages found in the same pack and taped them down.
Becca slid from the couch and crossed the room as she zipped the back closed again. She dropped it back into the large duffle back then leaned down and plucked out another shirt. She knew he was behind her without even having to turn. The creaking of the floor gave him away as his legs came into view.
Becca Calway: “You have no idea what it’s been like here alone. All the people that want to take everything you have. Everyone is an enemy. To have no friends. No family. No one I could depend on. I did what I had to do….”
She held her hand out with the shirt hanging from it. A hand appeared taking the shirt and the camera pulled out to catch John sliding it over the bandages carefully. He didn’t say a word as he listened to the girl but the shot shifted around him to his face and there was no anger in his eyes. He drew in a deep sigh and reached down putting a hand on the back of the girl's head.
John Moren “You aren’t alone anymore.”
Becca’s head came up slowly and she turned her innocent eyes up on him. A little smile creased his lips and she bolted up wrapping her arms around his stomach and buried her face in his chest. Her back jumped as the sound of her crying into the man’s chest sounded in the silence.
John reached up and gently began to stroke the girls hair, resting his chin on the top of her head.
John Moren “It’s okay. It’s okay now. I’ll help you.”
**
The shot shifts back to the two buildings sitting side by side with the small makeshift bridge connecting them high above the balcony. A figure dressed in all black slipped across the sidewalk and into the lobby entrance of the building on the right.
The shot shifts inside to follow the figure revealing it to be the red haired Felicity. Her hair was loose around her shoulder and bouncing slightly as she climbed the stairs. She hurried up the stairs to the 14th floor and turned straight into the room where the balconies were connected by the make-shift bridge.
She made her way across the bridge carefully. When she reached the other side she eased her way down the hallway and turned into the room with the opened door on the right side. The room that Becca and John had just vacated that morning was revealed on the other side.
Felicity Yanc: “Becca?”
The woman whispered softly.
Felicity Yanc: “Becca, honey? It’s okay… I’m a friend.”
Again only silence greeted her as she stepped into the room causing the floorboards to creak.
Felicity Yanc: “Becca? You can come out. I’m here for… ”
Another creak brought her attention around to the door on the left side of the room. She opened her mouth to greet the girl but instead found herself staring down the barrel of an assault rifle. Two men stood in the doorway wearing Misfit colors and Felicity silently cursed to herself. She turned as if she was gonna make a run for it and found another figure now in the doorway behind her.
The make up covered second-in-command of the Misfits, Lady.
Lady: “Hi, Little Bunny!”
Felicity Yanc: “Do you know who I am?”
Lady: “Should I, Little Bunny?”
Armed Man: “She was looking for the Calaway bitch, Lady.”
A sudden grin spread across the painted woman’s lips as she brought her hands together clapping happily.
Lady: “OHHH! Is she?!”
Lady slowly reached behind her and with a ringing hiss a long bladed knife came out. Lady licked her lips happily and lunged for the woman, grabbing her by her red hair with one hand while posing the knife for a strike to the face with the other. Felicity shrieked in fright as the knife came down screaming out.
Felicity Yanc: “I’M FELIX SALAR’S WIFE!”
The statement was enough to stop the painted woman’s hand dead. The knife stopped inches from the girl's face. The camera shot became a close up of the woman’s pale blue eye with the tip of the knife inches from the pupil.
Armed Man: “Anyone can claim that, Lady!”
Lady: “True!”
Lady scuffed but looked over at the man holding the gun.
Lady: “But do you wanna explain to Blink what happened here… if she’s telling the truth?”
The man holding the rifle swallowed hard and Lady giggled.
Lady: “I didn’t think so!”
She tossed the red haired woman to the two men who grabbed her by the arms. She crossed her arms protectively over the small fanny pack around her waist. Lady pushed the knife back into its sheath behind her back and turned leaving the room.
Lady: “Come. We’ll take her to Blink and let him decide.”
**
The shot shifts to inside what had once been a safe house for guns. Empty gun racks sat against all the walls with little shelves between them that were built to house boxes of ammunition of different sizes.
But that was long, long before.
The camera catched as the door opened and the blonde wife of Felix Salar entered the room. She looked back and forth, as if simply being here was terrifying for her. She closed the door and took a step into the room.
Hayley: “... Thomas?”
She whispered.
Hayley: “... You here?”
Another door leading to another room opened and Thomas appeared, but he didn’t step out.
Thomas: “Are you alone?”
Hayley: “Yes… ”
Thomas: “You’re sure?”
Hayley: “I am sure, Tom!”
Thomas nodded and his whole demeanor changed. He came out of the doorway with an angry look on his face and Hayley reeled back toward the door in fright but he never touched her. He was literally shaking with outrage.
Thomas: “You’ve gone fucking native haven’t you?!”
Hayley; “What?! What are you talking about?!”
Thomas: “You were supposed to play the part, Hayley! PLAY the god damn part. You’ve gone over to his side fully haven’t you?!”
When Hayley realized what the man meant she crossed her arms over her chest and her eyes took on a hard edge.
Hayley: “I do what I have to! You gonna stand there and tell me you haven’t crossed lines, Thomas?! Felix told me what you did to those Misfits who were raiding in Saint territory!”
Thomas: “I didn’t enjoy it! You really, really enjoy your damn part of it!”
Hayley reached out suddenly, the loud crack of her hand slapping him across the face.
Hayley: “Don’t you dare! We made that decision together.”
Thomas’s tongue slid out and across his lips as a feral, angry look crossed his face.
Thomas: “At least I remember why we did it. Unlike you, apparently.”
Hayley: “Don’t! Don’t you even start saying that!”
Thomas held up the small crumpled paper with the blue ink.
Thomas: “It’s in your goddamn hand writing!”
Hayley saw the paper and all color drained from her face. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Finally she looked up into the man’s face and looked genuinely scared.
Hayley: “Is she dead, Thomas? Did you kill Felicity?!”
Thomas: “Of course not! Felix would lose his mind if I killed one of you. She was seen going into a warehouse and I found this in a little cubby in the basement.”
Hayley: “...Oh thank god…”
Thomas: “So you admit it!?”
Thomas growled and crushed the paper in his fist.
Thomas: “All these goddamn years! All the horrible things I have done for that monster! All to keep her safe… and you fucking sold her out!”
When she looked at him as if he’d lost his mind he shook the fist holding the paper.
Thomas: “Don’t deny it! This was the only safe house we could keep secret! How could you do this?! SHE’S OUR DAUGHTER!”
Hayley stood, her lip trembling and she whispered.
Hayley: “...Felicity stole the release passes…”
Thomas’s eyes slowly widened as he heard the whispered words and he stepped back away from her as if she were a live snake.
Thomas: “She… WHAT?!”
He hissed. Hayley nodded and stepped forward, taking his hands in her own.
Hayley: “I’m getting her out, Tommy. I stayed behind to distract Felix when the time came. Facility is gonna take you and Becca through the wall with the passes.”
Thomas looked down at the blonde woman as she looked up at him and his lip began to tremble. It was clear he thought she had betrayed their daughter.
Thomas: “You think I’d ever leave you here? Alone with him?”
He reached up and gently brushed her blonde hair behind her ear.
Thomas: “Why didn’t you come to me, Hay? I could have helped…”
Hayley sniffled and shook her head.
Hayley: “If Felix found out… one of us needed to be here for Becca. She’s been alone for so long, Tommy…
Thomas wrapped his arms around the blonde woman’s shoulders pulling her in close.
Hayley: “What do we do, Tom?”
Thomas: “...We help Felicity. Whatever it takes.”