excerpt from screenplay, Masked Death

EXT. eighth street – night – later

The participants of the 14th annual Bondage Ball spill out onto the downtown street. Cam, an eighteen-year-old female, dressed in a provocative leather bondage outfit, and her slightly older lover Kris, a blondish white hair male, with dark sunken eyes, clad in emo-inspired fashion, playfully chide one another as they walk among the eclectic crowd.

CAM
Bitch, that was not industrial music. It was pseudo pop sprinkled with dubstep.

KRIS
DJ Gutter bosses are wicked!! “Darkness prisoner of light. I have the will, I cannot…”

CAM
“fight.” Repeated two zillion times. Pop culture garbage!

Cam reaches into her pocket and pulls out her cell phone. She finds her music app and press play on a DEATH METAL song.

CAM
Now, this music is wicked!!

KRIS
Turn off that Sound Cloud garbage. Sounds like we are on our way to murder someone.

CAM
Exactly. It’s industrial “death” metal, Kris. Afraid of its edge?

KRIS
No.

CAM
I thought the Bondage ball would be edgy. You know what it was? Lame. Mainstream. Let’s do something crazy.

KRIS
Like what, Cam?

CAM
Let’s find someone to kill.

KRIS
Are you fucking with me?

CAM
No. Yes. Let’s just seriously fuck someone up, at least. It’ll be fun. One of these freaks would love my whip around their neck.

Kris
One. Why stop at one?

Kris grabs Cam and wildly kisses her. Cam reaches into her pocket and unrolls a pill. She puts one in Kris’ mouth, then she pushes one in between her lips. The couple runs off the crowded street into a dark alley.

Words by Oneiric Omnestar