The Human Clone

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Submitted: November 28, 2011

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THE HUMAN CLONE

 

SCREENPLAY BY: EVON NIRANJAN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

November 2nd, 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FADE IN:

INT. A WHITE ROOM; A FOGGY FOUR-SIDED GLASS INCUBATOR WITH THREE SMALL AIR HOLES IS PLACED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM.

It is apparent that there is a naked boy inside the incubator, fog covering him.

SUPERIMPOSE: November 2003

RELAP the sound of heavy breathing from the boy, loud and deep.

His palms press against the glass tightly.

His dark eyes open, his pale skin sweaty.

MEET John. Bald, lanky yet muscular, dark eyes, pale skin; he is in his late teens.

NARRATOR

There is no innocence here

He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes pained.

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The moment Man understood the serpent’s queer

His toes curl and his stance weakens.

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He murders the Daisies that grow in the Garden

He looks away quickly, shutting his eyes.

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Convinced that the Creed justifies His treason

He grabs his bald head, breathing hard as he crouches.

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Twisted dark clouds rule his mind

His fingers twitch and he curls into a cocoon in a sitting position.

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He struggles to choose the path to unwind

The muscles of his back tense as he breathes in.

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He is a fallen angel, given a chance for everlasting life

He looks up, the veins and bones on his neck popping out, as he clenches his teeth

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Yet He allots the Rue that takes Him in a fife

He sniffs as he tries to get up. He is about to give up; he bites his lip, his eyes sad.

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Though He died before He was born

He shakes his head, banging his hands on the glass.

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Hell is worth the innocent lives he has torn.

He screams loudly. His sound is muffled by the glass.

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The cock’s midnight cry will not be the end of Him

When he stops screaming, he softly cries, his shoulders dancing to his short breaths.

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In peaceful silence, he could reach a blissful firmament.

He is in the left corner of the incubator. He looks up slowly, and his dark eyes widen as his mouth opens a bit.

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He then realizes something that He absently clot

There on the right corner in front of him is his clone, looking back at him with the same expression.

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That He, a wise fool, who thought He knew, actually knows not.

The clone’s eyes turn wicked.

The incubator now appears has now two boys, both naked, the fog covering them.

SUPERIMPOSE: THE HUMAN CLONE

FADE OUT. 


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