SCENE 1: THE RIDE
CAMERON: (V.O.) It’s raining again. Third time this week. The blue summer sky lost in a haze of white mist and heavy drops that patter as they paint the streets with a gloss. I’ve been at the Blackwater bus stop for nearly an hour, waiting. The hunger. The itch. I need my medicine. I guess if the buses aren’t running on schedule, I’ll have to walk into town. At least it’s a warm rain.
CAMERON: (V.O.)The drivers all do the same thing. They slow to a near stop, staring intently out their window, considering for a second to help the poor soul wading through the wet wind, only to decide I wasn’t the kind of person who they wanted to help. I can’t say I blame them. I have on a few too many coats for the summer and a scraggly blonde beard. Heck, I can’t remember the last time I shaved. I probably look homeless. I feel homeless. But I have a home, it just isn’t here.
CAR PASSING SLOWLY
CAMERON: Another creeper.
QUICK POLICE SIREN YELP
OFFICER PEC: Do you need a ride?
CAMERON: I… No thank you, Ma’am.
OFFICER PEC: C’mon. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s hell out there. Let me give you a lift.
CAR COMING TO A SQUEAKY STOP
CAR DOOR OPENS
OFFICER PEC: So where are you headed?
CAMERON: Um… The Pharmacy..
OFFICER PEC: On Palm Court? Not a problem, Mister…
OFFICER PEC: Nice to meet you, Mister Cameron. I’m officer Pec. (BEAT) So what are you picking up at the pharmacy?
CAMERON: Boner pills.
OFFICER PEC: Oh. Um… Hmm. (BEAT) So, do you live around here?
CAMERON: I have a place up in Palatine.
OFFICER PEC: Palatine, eh? Nice town. And you walked all the way to here from Palatine?
CAMERON: I tried taking the bus but they must be off today because I haven’t seen a single one.
OFFICER PEC: Yeah. It’s a union thing. The buses went on strike a few weeks ago. It would have been a huge problem for peak tourist season but Blackwater has been slow the last few years.
CAMERON: And they assigned you to be the taxi cab?
OFFICER PEC: No.. No.. Nothing like that. It’s just days like this with the rain are pretty peaceful. Calm. I had the time and figured I’d offer a little help.
CAMERON: Well, thanks.
OFFICER PEC: Anytime, hun. Here you are.
CAR COMING TO A SQUEAKY STOP
OFFICER PEC: Ugh. I hate this place. DR. Keefer has had the same faded posters in the windows since I was a kid. But I’ll stick around if you want a ride back.
CAMERON: Thanks but that’s not necessary. I’ll call a friend to come and pick me up.
OFFICER PEC: Are you sure?
CAMERON: Yeah. I appreciate the lift though.
OFFICER PEC: Anytime. (BEAT) I’ll swing back around in a half hour of so to check on you… Just in case you can’t get a hold of your friend.
SCENE 2: IN STORE
RUSTED DOOR OPENS.
BELL RINGS ALERTING A NEW ENTRY.
FLUORESCENT LIGHT BULB HUM
CAMERON: (V.O.) The store was a disaster. Wooden cabinets had thick layers of dust that covered dirt, while metal wire racks were overflowing with tourist guides printed in the 90s. I couldn’t help but notice a child’s shoe dangling off a small rusty cart next to the penny candies that welded together with soggy sugar. A thin old man wandered between rows of pills in the back and a heavy woman waited impatiently at the cracked tile counter.
MORRIGAN: Don’t steal anything.
CAMERON: I’m not. What are you supposed to be, a witch or something?
MORRIGAN: Or something.
CAMERON: Aren’t you too old for a pentagram.
MORRIGAN: It’s not a pentagram. It’s the crest of Amon.
CAMERON: Whatever. I’m here for my prescription.
SOUND OF UNCRUMPLING PAPER
MORRIGAN: Cameron, huh? Says you need Zaxilipro. Really? That’s some strong shit. I don’t think they sell this anymore.
CAMERON: They don’t. It was recalled a few years ago. You were the only pharmacy in 50 miles that still has it.
MORRIGAN: Figures. Have you tried Zolof or Xanax?
CAMERON: Yeah. Nothing else helps.
MORRIGAN: You a veteran or something? Must have seen some serious shit.
CAMERON: Construction. Lost a guy on my crew. He was new, didn’t know what he was doing. Faked everything. Afraid of getting in trouble for not knowing how to lock the boom cylinder on a 30,000-pound excavator. The hydraulic system failed and the large metal arm came down, crushing the guy in half from the crotch to his shoulder.
MORRIGAN: That must have been terrifying. Trauma like that salts the bones.
CAMERON: Yeah. I was the only one there. Couldn’t help. Have a hard time sleeping now. So if I can have my medicine please.
MORRIGAN: (OFF) DR. Keefer! Need the Zaxilipro for Mister Cameron.
RUSTLING NOISE AT THE SHELVES.
DR. KEEFER: (OLD/WEAK) Yes, Morrigan.
MORRIGAN: I think I have something that can take the edge off. If you’re up for it.
CAMERON: What about the old man?
MORRIGAN: It takes him forever to do anything.
CAMERON: Alright… But we gotta be quick.
MORRIGAN: Follow me.
SCENE 3: BACK
A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOLLOWED BY DRIPPING NOISE.
CAMERON: Where exactly are we going? I don’t like this.
FOOTSTEPS DOWN EMPTY HALLWAY
MORRIGAN: Stop complaining. We’re almost there.
CHILD CRYING IN THE DISTANCE.
CAMERON: Was that a kid? This doesn’t feel right. Let’s go back.
MORRIGAN: That’s the anxiety talking. You’ll feel much better soon.
REESE: (CHILD CRYING. OFF) It hurts.
CAMERON: What was that?
MORRIGAN: I didn’t hear anything.
CAMERON: Seriously, I’m going back. I need my medicine.
MORRIGAN: Hey. Stop!
RUNNING FOOTSTEPS. HEAVY BREATHING.
BANG! BODY COLLAPSING.
SCENE 4: CHILD
CAMERON: (V.O.) I was melted against the cold steel table bent at the knees, feeling the electric adrenaline wash over my body as I woke. My skin tingled as though a terrible energy had entered my soul. The room was stained with a thick wet darkness as though it were painted in ink. That’s when the sinking began. A soft whimper of a child, right beside me.
CAMERON: Hey? Hey! What are you doing?
SHAKING AS IF TIED DOWN
CAMERON (CONT.): Untie me. Let me go!
MORRIGAN: You tried leaving. We couldn’t have that. We need you.
CAMERON: For what?
DR. KEEFER: (OLD) For god. He has blessed us with a vagrant. We see so few homeless people here.
CAMERON: I’m not homeless. I have a home. I have a family. And I was dropped off by a police officer for my medicine. People know I’m here.
DR. KEEFER: No matter. Amon will provide. Just as he has given us a child, he has given us you.
CAMERON: Holy shit! Is that a little girl? And she’s pregnant? You guys kidnapped a pregnant kid?
DR. KEEFER: All for Amon. He is sacred.
MORRIGAN: Reese is fulfilling god’s purpose.
CAMERON: What? What the fuck are you talking about? Look at her. She’s dying!”
DR. KEEFER: It is the will of god.
CAMERON: What? No… No god would ever want this.
MORRIGAN: Reese is blessed. Touched. See that the stomach is swollen with a child. We are the servants of Amon. Cast from the throne of darkness only to one day be born again. His child will be the new heir. Son born of a son and we will have completed the will of god.”
CAMERON: “Amon? Who? Whose child?
MORRIGAN: Reese. My son, will be the new mother of Amon.
CAMERON: But Reese is… A… Boy?
Dr. KEEFER:Amon works mysteriously.
CHILD MOANING. SHEET BEING PULLED OFF
CAMERON: What did you do? What did you stitch in that poor boy?
DR. KEEFER: It is almost time.
CHILD CRYING LOUDLY
CAMERON: What are you going to do to me?
DR. KEEFER: (OLD) Amon is going to be hungry when he is born. You can’t expect the child to feed him. Look at the boy. His body is nearly torn in two. You can’t feed a god scraps.
CAMERON: No. You can’t do this.
DR. KEEFER: Yes. Isn’t he beautiful?
SILENCE FOR A BEAT
(OFF) MONSTER GROWLING LOW
CAMERON: Oh my god! What the hell is that thing?
MORRIGAN: At last he is here. Our god is born. Amon, the great and mighty wolf. His strength knows no bounds. He understands all things past and present, commanding great legions of demons.
CAMERON: Please. I just came for my medicine.
MORRIGAN: And isn’t that such fortune. To find someone with such misery. Amon finds the trauma to be quite the seasoning.
CAMERON: No!. Don’t let him eat me.
DR. KEEFER: (CLOSE) Fear not. For you are blessed. Amon has selected you.
MONSTER GROWL RISES
CAMERON: Get that devil away. No.. Please…
(OFF) SHOPKEEPER BELL
CAMERON: (V.O.) Amon took hold of me, stabbing my neck with a sharp barbed tongue that began sucking the blood from my body. Suddenly, I felt the sweet relief I had come for. The anxiety within me drained… and all that was left was the faint ring of the storefront bell.