Post by immortal on Jan 25, 2006 22:58:09 GMT -5
Fade in.
Now.
We find ourselves somewhere in a desert. The bright orange sand burns our feet, and even the wind brings us heat. There is absolutely no life, whatsoever. Seriously, the skeleton of some kind of animal rots in the sand, half burried. The horizon seems to go on forever and there can't be a source of water anywhere for miles. The camera slowly begins to rotate through this Hell on Earth, and we see a man standing in the distance on a large sand dune, his back turned to us. He wears black tights with blue fire running up the legs, he wears a black skin tight muscle shirt with blue fire running up that, too, and his hair is dark blonde in dreadlocks. We believe that this man is The Immortal.
He stands on the dune, looking out to the horizon, his steel blue eyes burning holes in our television sets. He turns his head toward the camera, and we close up on his eyes. Then, his iris (the colored part) seems to rotate, and his hair quickly breaks from the dreadlocks, and becomes ice blue.
Before.
Cut to a small town somewhere into the desert. The buildings seem to struggle to keep themselves up, and off into the distance we see very large pyramids. Obviously, we are in Egypt. People hurriedly rush through the streets trying to get wherever they need to be, and in the mix of the crowd are various cart-pushers, pushing rackety old carts of fruits our vegetables, useless consumer products, and some carpets. Out of the mix of people, we see the old image of The Immortal, his hair is back into dark blonde dreadlocks, and he wears the clothes of every other peasant roaming the streets.
He cuts out of the crowd and enters a small residence, looking around to make sure he isn't being watched. He darts into the house quickly, making no noise (not that you could hear it over the commotion outside).
Cut to inside the house where The Immortal is now seated at a table accompanied by people who obviously appear to be older than they are. The Immortal looks to them with utter respect, and helps the old woman of the two to sit.
-WOMAN- (weakily) Thank you, child.
The Immortal nods and takes his own seat at the table. Across from him sits an old man. They both wear old and raggedy clothing. Looking around, The Immortal notices that this house is very old, or just poorly constructed, the shelves and cabinets are coated with a film of dust, and various old-looking books line the shelves. A fire place sits in a corner, but appears to have never been used. The table he is sitting at now, is also covered in dust, along with plates and cups that also have never been used.
-IMMORTAL- So . . . it's been quite a while?
The man and woman weakily nods. The woman begins to break into tears, and the man tries to comfort her. The Immortal looks at them confusedly.
-IMMORTAL- Is something wrong?
The woman shakes her head, weeping.
-WOMAN- No, no. It's just that it's been such a long time.
The man nods.
-MAN- Many thousands of years, my son.
The Immortal gets an expression of fear/confusion/anger on his face. He quickly stands and shakes his head.
-IMMORTAL- It's not true. Everything you say is a lie!
-MAN- You must learn to believe it, my son. You grew up here, in Egypt. But these were vicious times, my son. A war had began the very day you became 19. To protect you, and us, we all performed the Ritual of Immortality.
-IMMORTAL- What are you talking about?
The woman continues to cry, more violently now. The man continues.
-MAN- It is difficult, but you must try to remember! We took you to the river, and performed the Ritual. We will not explain the Ritual now, but you must understand. We made you immortal to protect you. To protect your brother.
Immortal's eyes widen. The woman breaks into more tears, as the man continues to try to comfort her.
-IMMORTAL- Brother . . . ?
The man nods, rubbing his wife's back.
-MAN- When you were born, we were expecting twins. But when we heard that your brother had merged into you, we were terrified. We didn't have any idea what that meant. But when the war began, we performed the Ritual to protect you, and your brother. The only side-effect was that you ultimately lost your memory. We sent you to the new world a long, long time ago.
The Immortal sits back down, suddenly interested.
-IMMORTAL- So, my brother lives inside of me? And you expect me to believe it?
He shakes his head, undoubtfully.
-IMMORTAL- Alright, whatev--
And the man interupts singing an entrancing song in an old and forgotten language. The Immortal stares at the man, for he seems to know exactly what he is saying. He listens intently, and he closes his eyes, tightly. The man finishes the song, and he opens his eyes. We see it for the first time. His irises rotate, his hair changes, and he rampages out the door.
Fade out.
Now.
We find ourselves somewhere in a desert. The bright orange sand burns our feet, and even the wind brings us heat. There is absolutely no life, whatsoever. Seriously, the skeleton of some kind of animal rots in the sand, half burried. The horizon seems to go on forever and there can't be a source of water anywhere for miles. The camera slowly begins to rotate through this Hell on Earth, and we see a man standing in the distance on a large sand dune, his back turned to us. He wears black tights with blue fire running up the legs, he wears a black skin tight muscle shirt with blue fire running up that, too, and his hair is dark blonde in dreadlocks. We believe that this man is The Immortal.
He stands on the dune, looking out to the horizon, his steel blue eyes burning holes in our television sets. He turns his head toward the camera, and we close up on his eyes. Then, his iris (the colored part) seems to rotate, and his hair quickly breaks from the dreadlocks, and becomes ice blue.
Before.
Cut to a small town somewhere into the desert. The buildings seem to struggle to keep themselves up, and off into the distance we see very large pyramids. Obviously, we are in Egypt. People hurriedly rush through the streets trying to get wherever they need to be, and in the mix of the crowd are various cart-pushers, pushing rackety old carts of fruits our vegetables, useless consumer products, and some carpets. Out of the mix of people, we see the old image of The Immortal, his hair is back into dark blonde dreadlocks, and he wears the clothes of every other peasant roaming the streets.
He cuts out of the crowd and enters a small residence, looking around to make sure he isn't being watched. He darts into the house quickly, making no noise (not that you could hear it over the commotion outside).
Cut to inside the house where The Immortal is now seated at a table accompanied by people who obviously appear to be older than they are. The Immortal looks to them with utter respect, and helps the old woman of the two to sit.
-WOMAN- (weakily) Thank you, child.
The Immortal nods and takes his own seat at the table. Across from him sits an old man. They both wear old and raggedy clothing. Looking around, The Immortal notices that this house is very old, or just poorly constructed, the shelves and cabinets are coated with a film of dust, and various old-looking books line the shelves. A fire place sits in a corner, but appears to have never been used. The table he is sitting at now, is also covered in dust, along with plates and cups that also have never been used.
-IMMORTAL- So . . . it's been quite a while?
The man and woman weakily nods. The woman begins to break into tears, and the man tries to comfort her. The Immortal looks at them confusedly.
-IMMORTAL- Is something wrong?
The woman shakes her head, weeping.
-WOMAN- No, no. It's just that it's been such a long time.
The man nods.
-MAN- Many thousands of years, my son.
The Immortal gets an expression of fear/confusion/anger on his face. He quickly stands and shakes his head.
-IMMORTAL- It's not true. Everything you say is a lie!
-MAN- You must learn to believe it, my son. You grew up here, in Egypt. But these were vicious times, my son. A war had began the very day you became 19. To protect you, and us, we all performed the Ritual of Immortality.
-IMMORTAL- What are you talking about?
The woman continues to cry, more violently now. The man continues.
-MAN- It is difficult, but you must try to remember! We took you to the river, and performed the Ritual. We will not explain the Ritual now, but you must understand. We made you immortal to protect you. To protect your brother.
Immortal's eyes widen. The woman breaks into more tears, as the man continues to try to comfort her.
-IMMORTAL- Brother . . . ?
The man nods, rubbing his wife's back.
-MAN- When you were born, we were expecting twins. But when we heard that your brother had merged into you, we were terrified. We didn't have any idea what that meant. But when the war began, we performed the Ritual to protect you, and your brother. The only side-effect was that you ultimately lost your memory. We sent you to the new world a long, long time ago.
The Immortal sits back down, suddenly interested.
-IMMORTAL- So, my brother lives inside of me? And you expect me to believe it?
He shakes his head, undoubtfully.
-IMMORTAL- Alright, whatev--
And the man interupts singing an entrancing song in an old and forgotten language. The Immortal stares at the man, for he seems to know exactly what he is saying. He listens intently, and he closes his eyes, tightly. The man finishes the song, and he opens his eyes. We see it for the first time. His irises rotate, his hair changes, and he rampages out the door.
Fade out.