Post by zee488 on Sept 14, 2010 10:14:36 GMT -5
I F YOU WERE DEAD OR STILL ALIVE
I DON'T CARE, I SWEAR
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SCENE # 2
Continued from :- Click Here
Date :- 29th August, 2010
Time :- Somewhere around 10:15 p.m.
♫ You're not alone
There is more to this I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell ♫
Humming could be heard within the Ford Taurus X 2009 station wagon, escaping Stan Trinity’s mouth to the beats of the song who was seated behind the wheel. Stan makes another right turn, the hotel where he was staying appearing in view right ahead. Stan slid down his foot over the accelerator speeding up a bit, moments after which he stops in front of the entrance. A guy dressed in red representing the hotel valet parking service arrives, a smile plastered on his face. Stan exits the car and starts walking in the valet’s direction.
“Your keys Sir?!,” the valet already has his palm extended.
"Here you go!” Stan tosses the keys towards him which land right over his palm.
"You’d better take good care of my baby!"
Time :- Somewhere around 10:30 p.m.
Place:- Corridor towards pool area.
Footsteps echo across the now empty hallway, as Stan makes his way towards the pool in order to join his wife there, now dressed in formal trousers and a clean white shirt over his torso. Stan turns at the corner, the pool now coming in view, yet appearing as a hazy body of water and he apparently doesn’t find his wife anywhere in sight.
"Where are you Rach?!” Stan frantically turns this way and that searching, but yielding no results. With his back now to the pool Stan pushes his hand into his pocket to get his phone and as he brings it out, he spots the LED light flickering and the screen flashing, showing a new incoming voicemail. As Stan presses at a button to hear the message and brings the cell phone to his ears, its Rachael’s voice that is heard from the other end.
"Where are you hun? Please be quick, I got something big to tell you, you’ll really be surprised or should I say happy. Love ya honey!!” The last few lines of Rachael’s message reflected the excitement in her voice and that makes Stan even more curious. "Come on! Come on! Where are you?!" wonders Stan.
"RACHAEL!! RAACHAEELL!!” Stan screams at the top of his voice so that he can be heard but no reply comes.
"Urgh!” Stan stomps at the floor to let out his frustrating and begins to dial a speed-dial number, pressing the phone to his ear. As the number connects, muffled beeps are heard within the cell phone speaker, but what surprises Stan are the louder beeping that was coming somewhere behind him. Stan slowly turns around the phone still pressed over his cheek, as he thoroughly scans the area, nearing the pool with each step he was taking. With every step, the pool becomes clearer in view, the bluish body of water seeming vacant currently. Stan’s eyes then fall on a black form lying at the pool side over the floor, the source of the beeps rests over the pool lounge chair, i.e. Rachael’s cell phone. For a moment Stan stops in his tracks as if time has frozen, the cell phone slips from Stan’s clutch, crashing to the floor and shattering into a couple of pieces. Apparently as time starts spinning at the right momentum, a screeching wail escapes Stan’s mouth, enough to wake the neighbors, so to speak.
“RACHAEEELLLLL!!!!!!!!,” Stan screams his wife’s name as he runs towards her body.
Stan rushes straight forwards almost tripping over his own feet. Once Stan nears his wife’s body he spots the pool of blood she lies in blood shading the white marble in crimson, stray blotches spread further on. Stan immediately bends down into the puddle of blood, tears rolling down his face.
"No, No, NO! This.. this can’t be.. You can’t leave me here like this. I.. I can’t carry on without you…," even Stan’s own thoughts seem to be trembled and frantic, but his visage shows a different story. Stan’s expressionless face stares down at the dead body of his wife; his eyes looking empty barely able to even look at Rachael’s limp body. Stan manages to take a glance at the bloody scene in front of him, his wife’s body seeming rather pale compared to the bloody mess around it, her wrists and throat slit open, her blond hair tinged in red as well and her eyes shut. Eventually Stan slowly bends his head down over Rachael and closes his eyes taking him into darkness.
”AHHHHHH!! Police! Police!,” a French accent accompanies the screams that are now heard across the pool area.
"Stan speaking!”
"Stan thinking!”
“Someone else speaking!”
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finished! EOT STATUS
none! TAGGED
continuation. This is not a promo, but rather is happening in real time. NOTES
i don't care - apocalyptica
you're not alone - saosin LYRICS
POTTERWATCH, and LOVE FOR THE ROSE.CREDIT
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