Prometheus' Garden Episode 04

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Submitted: August 04, 2017

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Prometheus’ Garden

Episode 04

By

Ahmad El Hefny

17/07/2017

EXT. JAPANESE VILLAGE, BRIDGE – NIGHT

On this foggy night, the local kannushi, MIYANO, sets his sights on the river underneath the bridge. He is clearly searching for something; it’s not there. The fog doesn’t help matters, as it clouds the scenery, drenching it in a gloomy yet picturesque atmosphere.

There is a soft splash as something rises into the surface. Ligotti doesn’t seem surprised as much as assured that something has gone according to plan. The mysterious object or figure is then dragged downwards. Miyano watches in a mixture of remorse and pleasure.

MIYANO

It is done.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:

EXT. JAPANESE VILLAGE – MORNING

 This fishing village is very much the same as others: a tiny piece in the spectrum of the world, with denizens who reside in small buildings and know each other professionally and personally. The only piece worthy of mention is a shrine that resides on the other side of the bridge.

 It is a quiet day as most denizens are off minding their own daily routine, though most of the windows are shut and lanterns are still turned on. The fog is still present, though it has died down since yesterday; still, the sun hasn’t completely risen.

 A dog proceeds to pass the street, only to stop and turn its direction at the entrance. It barks. A figure approaches the village. Its silhouette is framed in the form of a young woman. Her steps lightly echo as she passes forward, ignoring the dog. She heads to the entrance of the local bar.

INT. BAR – DAY

 She enters, and everyone turns at the sight of this strangers. They are silent and steady as she walks up to the bartender.

YOSHIKO

(in Japanese)

Get me a cold Sake.

BARTENDER

(in Japanese)

Yes. Just a minute, please.

 As she waits, the people notice several details about her. She lights a cigarette, has porcelain skin, has black hair, and most distinctively, her glassy eyes never seem to blink.

 When he’s done serving his drink, she pays and gulps it all down in one take.

YOSHIKO

I wish to meet your kannushi.

(to the crowd)

Is anyone willing to offer assistance?

Fisherman
(standing up)

Please…

CUT TO:

The duo walking outside towards the bridge; she spots several of the civilians either stare at her open windows and turn off the lanterns, now that the sun has risen to a decent reach. She continues observing her surroundings and spots a set of barrels.

YOSHIKO

(to fisherman)

Cigarette?

FISHERMAN

(nervous)

Oh, no thank you.

 CUT TO:

INT. SHRINE – DAY

 Miyano and Yoshiko are seated on their knees opposite each other. In the middle sits the idol statue of a strange entity resembling both a snake and a fish.

YOSHIKO

Forgive me for intruding upon you in sudden fashion.

MIYANO

What’s there to apologize about, young lady?

YOSHIKO

The folks didn’t seem to anticipate my presence. Must have been embarrassing for them.

MIYANO

We are simply not used to visitors. Very few seem to want to come here; I’m certain they are excited as of this moment.

YOSHIKO

I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer.

MIYANO

There is no need to apologize. Tell me, what brings you here?

YOSHIKO

The truth is I’m a writer.

MIYANO

That’s very exciting! Though to be honest, I don’t believe I’ve seen your name in anything I’ve read.

YOSHIKO

I’m a niche person. I can still walk down the streets and I don’t get swarmed by people. For the time being.

MIYANO

What types of books are they?

YOSHIKO

Mostly horror, believe it or not. I also dabble in noir; a colleague of mine has a certain affinity for them.

MIYAKO

And what do you hope to find here?

YOSHIKO

A clue. A spark that could help me write my new story.

(nods at the statue)

I thought this could provide some inspiration. This is your deity, correct?

MIYAKO

Ah, the Ikuchi. Have you heard of it?

YOSHIKO

Enlighten me.

MIYAKO

It is one of the greatest figures in Japanese mythology, the Poseidon who has safeguarded us and provided us with the necessities my people and I need to survive.

YOSHIKO

Most sources claim it’s a demon.

MIYAKO

Nonsense! If it was, would it have answered our prayers at our time of crisis? Surely that could not be considered a demon, unless people’s definition of everything has sprung out control in the industrial civilization?

YOSHIKO

I can’t be the judge of that.

MIYAKO

And why is that? You’re a writer.

YOSHIKO

Exactly, I know my place, just as I am certain you know yours.

 Miyako lightly chuckles.

MIYAKO

I suppose you are right.

Now, then, would you join us this afternoon? We have a ceremony and would be delighted to have a guest join us.

YOSHIKO

It would be my pleasure.

CUT TO:

A montage of the village being lively with several acts thrown into the mix, whether its kabuki theater, shooting ducks (which Yoshiko excelled at) or fireworks, with their new guest openly invited to join and participate, even being given a kimono for the occasion. FADE TO:

INT. ROOM – NIGHT

 The housekeeper enters to check on her guest. Something’s curled up in the bed. She walks up to it and removes the cover; the corpse of the Fisherman, his throat slashed open.

 Before she can scream, her throat is slashed by Yoshiko. She then grabs the body and hurls it the window, sending the old lady flying and crashing. She quickly jumps down and drags the corpse to the bridge, leaving behind a trail of oil instead of blood. The townspeople barge outside and follow the trail, their eyes screaming bloody murder. There’s something inhuman about them all, from the elder to the children, as they seem to move in a hive-like arrangement as they reach for the bridge.

 They all simultaneously freeze as they come face to face with the set of barrels, now arranged to block the path to the bridge. A shot is fired, and an onslaught of gasoline is sprayed on the citizens. Then a match is lightened and dropped on the ground, igniting a flame and a disarrayed chorus of cries and shrieks. The bodies loop about but they eventually stumble and trip, their organs being ripped to pieces. The bodies dissolve and in their places are, oddly enough, not skeletons, but a grotesque mass of blue liquid.

 There is a ripple in the water, and Yoshiko smiles to herself as out of the waters emerges a giant creature smashing through the bridge that seems to be a fish-snake hybrid; its “skin” is a bunch of human corpses strung together. It furiously growls at Yoshiko.

YOSHIKO

What took you so long?

 She avoids an attack by the creature’s tail, the bodies slammed into the ground groaning. Yoshiko leaps onto one of the big boats and heads for the cabin underneath. She locks the door and brandishes her katana and shotgun. She smashes the lights and crouches in a corner, patiently waiting.

 There’s a large slam as a tentacle wraps itself around the ship. Several of the corpses onto the deck and some head downstairs.

A P.O.V. shot as Yoshiko utilizes her cybernetic vision to see through the dark, hacking and slashing as the bodies as she makes her way to the top. Running through the surrounding horde, she takes another and jumps straight into the creature’s mouth. Fueled by adrenaline, she slashes and shoots the insides of the creatures, then she produces a belt of bombs from her belt and sets the timer on. Stabbing the creature’s uvula, she rushes out while the creature grinds in pain.

 In a matter of seconds, the creature explodes from the inside, a fountain of oil splattering in all directions. Naturally, Yoshiko wearily stands up and is revolted by her very smell. Composing herself, she swims to the other side.

INT. SHRINE – NIGHT

 She reaches to the top and cautiously approaches the cross-legged figure of Miyano. He is still, yet still breathing. However, his flesh is slowly rotting away, he doesn’t have much time to live. She stops and even puts her guard down.

YOSHIKO

So, Ikuchi, what was it for? Killing those people and assuming their bodies? Amusement? Hunger? Loneliness?

MIYANO

(smiles)

You could only be able to tolerate so much before you start talking to yourself.

YOSHIKO

(shrugs)

If you say so.

MIYANO

So this is what death feels like?

YOSHIKO

Yep.

MIYANO

…then why do so many fear it?

YOSHIKO

I don’t know.

MIYANO

Will…will you stay?

YOSHIKO

Sure.

Cigarette?

MIYANO

Why not?

 She helps adjust and light the cigar, even pulling it out when he exhales. Soon after, his head slowly drops and he is immobile. She places the tip of the cigar on his forehead and the body is immediately on fire, burning to a crisp. Yoshiko silently and patiently watches, thankful that her mission is over. She looks up at the idol and the idol stares back.

CUT TO:

EXT. POE CITY, CAFÉ – NIGHT

Yoshiko and Byron are seated opposite each other, drinking coffee. Surrounding them are other lowlifes of various types, some of them with implants just like Yoshiko’s, trying to get by through whatever means possible.

BYRON

So you fought a giant snake-fish monster?

YOSHIKO

Technically, the Ichiku is a demon that roams the waters and during the Heisei period, researchers found out that it could possibly be an assembly of souls roaming the world trying to collect some of the living. Even till now, I can’t decide what it truly was.

BYRON

What do you mean?

YOSHIKO

(pause)

Never mind.

So, what about you?

BYRON

I liked the haunted house more.

YOSHIKO

Hmm. I could have died, you know.

BYRON

You didn’t.

YOSHIKO

(sarcastically)

What concern.

BYRON

(abruptly)

Have you been sleeping?

Pause. Yoshiko responds with a smile and takes a sip.

BYRON

That’s not your first cup of coffee today, is it?

YOSHIKO

(calmly confrontational)

I don’t see you saying hi to Victoria.

Right?

Pause. After a few quiet minutes, Byron places some dollars on the table and stands up.

BYRON

Good night.

YOSHIKO

Good night.

BYRON

Get some sleep.

 She sits by her own, inhaling and exhaling as her expressionless eyes stare ahead. CUT TO:

INT. YOSHIKO’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

She enters and changes her clothes, tossing them away to be washed off. After finishing another cigar, she settles on the bed lies on her back. Her eyes are fixated on the ceiling.  She doesn’t want to sleep. She can’t help it; the nightmares will come for her if she succumbs to them. She doesn’t know why she wouldn’t simply spit it out for either Byron or Newton. She feels, deep down, that she is damned. She could be right.

 For the longest time, she’s so still that we don’t know if she’s asleep or awake. To you, to me, to them, she’s a living doll. All we know is that those eyes will never shut.

The End


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