65. Wings - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. LEE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT


• LEE is curled beneath a thick comforter, curled tightly in sleep.


• A small night light by the bed casts light on his walls, revealing bits of the art deco posters that cover his walls.


• There is a soft whirring, the sound of feathers on a breeze, and MAAKA appears, wings beating as he flies from one dimension to another.


• His wings are a glossy white, spreading high above his head, and brushing against the ceiling of the room.


• Metal armor runs down the center of the wings, following his spine. Delicate runes are engraved into the metal, the letters spinning down his back.


• He wears a tight shirt and stylish jeans, in odd contrast to the strange armor on his wings.


• A sword hangs from his waist.


• He leans over the bed, and places a hand on Lee's forehead.


• Maaka closes his eyes, and chants.


• Lee begins to curl up tighter, his sleeping disturbed. He writhes, twisting the covers around him.


• AMIRI (O.S.)
• Stop.


• Maaka's eyes open slowly, and he looks up.


• AMIRI stands across from him, golden eyes blazing.


• His dark, black wings are barely visible in the dim light.


• Maaka nods.


• MAAKA
• It's been a while.


• AMIRI
• He doesn't belong to you.


• Maaka smirks.


• MAAKA
• You guys are pretty repetitive. Good to see Father blessed you with creativity.


• AMIRI
• I've missed you too.


• Maaka's face softens.


• MAAKA
• It's too bad we have to meet like this.


• AMIRI
• You know you can just leave.


• MAAKA
• You know I won't. There's no returning.


• AMIRI
• He took me back.


• MAAKA
• Traitor.


• AMIRI
• Please, step away.


• Maaka pulls his sword.


• Amiri responds by pulling the sword strapped to his back.


• It is a deeper black than his wings, silver runes tracing its edges.


• Amiri quickly touches Lee and Lee stirs, slowly waking up.


• He looks sleepily around the room, seeing nothing that would have caused him to wake up.


• Maaka lowers his sword and pushes Amiri away from the bed.


• They duel, Maaka easily forcing Amiri into a corner.


• AMIRI
• Lee, talk to Father!


• Lee looks around, half asleep, then closes his eyes, blearily trying to pray.


• The moment his lip's move, Amiri's sword ignites with a strange fire, the runes glowing amber.


• Maaka blanches, and fights harder.


• Amiri, holds him off, looking up.


• AMIRI
• Father, Mother.


• Light swirls around him, and he forces Maaka back with his flaming weapon.


• Maaka fights harder, trying to shield his faced from Amiri's sword. His eyes swirl with fear and hatred.


• AMIRI
• I'm sorry brother.


• Amiri gather's light into his open palm, and with a powerful flurry of his wings propels the flame towards Maaka.


• Maaka watches with horror, attempting to dodge, but the light engulfs him, and he shrieks in pain as he is forced from the room, disappearing into parallel dimensions.


• Amiri slowly lowers the sword and walks to the bed.


• Lee is still attempting to mumble a prayer.


• AMIRI
• Good enough, good enough.


• He touches Lee's head, and Lee shakes his head, discouraged and pulls himself under the covers, trying to fall back into sleep.


• Amiri stores his sword, and raises his wings over the bed, quietly chanting as the night fades on.


• FADE TO BLACK.