Prometheus' Garden Episode 08

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Submitted: August 19, 2017

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Prometheus’ Garden

Episode 08

By

Ahmad El Hefny

13/08/2017

A fire alarm breaks out. An entire squad of security guards armed to the teeth shield the scientists as they escort them to safety. Alongside Captain Conrad, the head of the guards, Elizabeth runs down the hallway and find the source of their problem; a circle of flames with smoke coming out of one of the ACs, with Yoshiko standing in the middle of the flames.

YOSHIKO

Sorry about the mess, Professor. You had a Swedish ghost in the ventilation shaft.

ELIZABETH

Oh.

Reasonable enough.

(nods at Conrad, and he nods at his men to lower their weapons)

CONRAD

(to the nearest soldier)

Call it off.

SOLDIER

(on his mic)

All units, false alarm. I repeat, false alarm…

CUT TO:

Elizabeth and Yoshiko walking down a hallway.

ELIZABETH

I take it that you exorcised it?

YOSHIKO

I offered to quote some verses and make go away, but he wouldn’t listen.

ELIZABETH

So what did you do?

YOSHIKO

Vaporized it.

ELIZABETH

Can you vaporize a ghost?

YOSHIKO

Imagine the lack of water in the air, especially in high temperature, okay? Now, most people wouldn’t know this, but by the time you raise a temperature to high Fahrenheit levels, a ghost would disintegrate from lack of liquid. Hence why they always appear at night or are much more rampant during the winter season.

ELIZABETH

So you can kill a ghost by the sun as well.

Interesting.

YOSHIKO

And our lovely population keeps thinking that vampires get it like that.

ELIZABETH

Makes you wonder how many populate freezing locations, such as Antarctica.

YOSHIKO

Practically an orgy of ghosts.

(stops alongside Elizabeth at a door)

 The door is opened and Brandon Jones is displayed on a table.

JONES

Hey, Miss Yoshiko, how are ya?

YOSHIKO

I’m good, Mr. Jones. Did you sleep well?

 Jones looks at Elizabeth as if awaiting her approval. She nods, and he confesses.

JONES

Well, no.

YOSHIKO

Why not?

Well, the truth of the matter is, I couldn’t sleep at all. I tried, but I just sat all day and read. And I don’t feel the least bit tired, too!

YOSHIKO

(opening a bag and setting some tools)

What were you reading?

JONES

Anna Karenina.

YOSHIKO

I see.

(picks up a scalp)

Well, in that case, you wouldn’t need a sedate.

JONES

(baffled)

What the_?

YOSHIKO

I can promise this won’t hurt a bit.

 She’s about to dig into his chest as we CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATON - NIGHT

The Chief lightly stamping his cigar in his carried ash tray. Through the glass is detective Deckard, with a handcuffed Sicarius on the other side.

DECKARD

Quite a pack you’ve got in your pockets. A bowie, a Fairbrain, a SOG, Cold Steel, LHR, M-9, and a Swiss. Plus, you’ve got revolvers, smoke bombs, ad a handful of bullets that would make a black market salesman jealous.

So, are you ready to talk?

Pause.

DECKARd

I’ll take that as a yes.

We found your latest kill. Warren Steinbeck, who, thanks to you, is no longer a good clue to help us figure out more about Officer O’Neil.

Pause. Suddenly…

SICARIUS

He attended to child pornography.

DECKARD

(amazed)

How did…

SICARIUS

Ransacked his apartment and hacked into his laptop. Too many to count.

An uncomfortable pause passes by.

SICARIUS

O’Neil helped pay the rent by smuggling drugs. Steinback would introduce to some figures in the field.

DECKARD

And now, thanks to you, we will have to find another way to cut down traffic. He could have been the best accessory we have to get the essential organs in that system!

SICARIUS

(monotone)

Misjudgment on my part.

DECKARD

(sarcastically)

How humble. Why say that now?

SICARIUS

Because I respect you, detective. You and your partner are one of the few who try to do something about it.

DECKARD

About what?

SICARIUS

This city.

DECKARD

You don’t like it here?

SICARIUS

(glances at the window)

I don’t respect the old man.

I don’t respect the talking corpse. I don’t respect the alien.

 The conversation wasn’t going the direction she wanted, but she knew that he was at least willing to talk about something.

DECKARD

Why Sol? Your videos are essentially rants against her.

SICARIUS

Keeps her head up in the sky. Never looks down to see the stitches or holes where they crawl their way through. Never sees the flabby failures that the system and those who control it sit hunched over, always staring at the ground, their faces only a few inches from the concrete. Never digs into the shadows in the corners. Someone has to do it.

DECKARD

So you add fuel to the flame with threats?

SICARIUS

You have to fight fire with fire.

DECKARD

Or you can be smarter and find a different solution. Or has that never crossed your mind?

Pause. CUT TO:

An officer going to get some coffee, while another, Frank, sits leaning on a wall, his back turned to him.

OFFICER

(turning the kettle on)

Hey, Frank.

No reply. As the bubbling reaches its climax, Frank turns, and he is wearing a plastic Sicarius Halloween Mask. Also, there is a shotgun in his arms. He takes aim, and CUT TO:

Sicarius and Deckard jump at the sound of shots being fired. The sounds intensify as Deckard pulls out her revolver and drags her prisoner behind the door.

 Oncoming footsteps approach, and the door is kicked open. Deckard jumps and decks the intruder in the back of his head, knocking him out. She grabs his shotgun and runs off.

DECKARD

(to Sicarius)

Come on!

CUT TO:

They race to the garage, where she halts them and hides behind a police car. Someone’s shadow is seen and she jumps out with an aimed gun.

DECKARD

Freeze!

FEMALE OFFICER

Wait, it’s me!

DECKARD

Get down!

She fires and an attempted murder is avoided. Somebody’s shotgun is clicked. She quickly turns and sees another gangster slammed into a car and a freed Sicarius aiming the shotgun she borrowed at the man’s head.

CRIMINAL

I believe in you!

SICARIUS

No, you don’t.

(blows his head off)

 The dazed Deckard looks at him as blood spurts about and the cracked mask flies about in pieces. He slowly kneels and places the shotgun on the ground, then raises his hand. Before she can react, the back door of the garage is blown open and flown off. It smashes into a wall and the explosion causes impact that sends the officer, a shocked Deckard, and Sicarius flying.

 Yoshiko runs and carries her friend into her car, and drives off.

 The unconscious Deckard slowly regains consciousness and is helped by the officer she saved.

OFFICER

Are you alright?

DECKARD

(observing the sight)

Yeah. Thanks.

OFFICER

No, thank you.

 She runs out of the sight of the explosion, then shivers as she feels the whip of strong wind.

CUT TO:

Yoshiko driving with Sicarius by her side.

YOSHIKO

What did you get yourself into this time?

SICARIUS

I should have told her.

YOSHIKO

What?

SICARIUS

Yoshiko, the cop rambled about Cthulhu.

 Yoshiko’s lips part open, expressing a jolt of surprise.

SICARIUS (cont.)

What do you know?

YOSHIKO

C…

The car abruptly stops; Sicarius is thrown off and smashes into the front glass. The rooftop is torn open. Sol hovers over them, a malicious look on her face that is different from her usual demeanor. She pulls them out of the car and places them on the ground.

Digging into her pocket, Yoshiko opens a smoke bomb, and blinds Sol’s vision with it. The distraction a success, she quickly pulls out a chalk and quickly forms the frame of a door on the ground, pulling Sicarius through it. The light fades, and she quickly investigates the mark, but she can’t get through. Defeated, she stands up and looks about her. There is an air of apprehensive calm that distracts her.

 Distant police sirens ring in her ears. With no other options, she flies off. CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH – DAY

TV ANCHOR

Police have apprehended or wounded approximately forty or more officers who have gained distinction through their dressing of masks resembling the infamous Internet anarchist Sicarius…

(runs at the Chief)

Is there any possibility that some of them might have been…

CHIEF

No comment! No comment!

 Steene lowers the volume while Borg hands her and her assistant Marnie coffee.

STEENE

How did you accomplish it? The mythos doesn’t mention mind control of that level.

BORG

That’s the beauty of the mythos, Miss Steene. The cannon is loose enough that many have weaved in their influence and nobody can tell the difference anymore. I can’t even tell which ones I played with and which ones you bribed.

STEENE

Quite a compliment, Father.

BORG

What do you wish to do now?

STEENE

You know what we are to do. Give it a day or two. It’ll recover and lose patience. Soon, people will be shaken. Then you can pull your move.

BORG

Provided the beast doesn’t kill her, of course.

MARINE

(hesitantly)

…Should we pit it against Juan?

STEENE

So we could throw ourselves off suspicion? Yes, we do, Marnie.

BORG

Where is he now?

STEENE

Right where we want him.

CUT TO:

INT. LAB – NIGHT

Floating in a tube, is the Minotaur. There is the sound of chains rattling and choir of frantic shouting echoing in his head. At the center of it all is the scream of a woman.

CUT TO Black.

The End


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