- 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.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
65. Wings - Leslie
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