112. Misfit - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. FACTORY - DAY


• The factory floor is covered with hundreds of neatly ordered cubicles.


• From above, they seem almost abstract, with everything so neat and identical.


• On one wall, large screens blast sound and image into the open faces of SMALL CHILDREN, their heads covered with large headphones.


• Some of the children cower, trying to hide from the barrage.


• Further along, the cubicles are filled with OLDER CHILDREN, and then with TEENAGERS.


• The teenagers stare at the screens, blank as images pour into them, only one or two of them flinching.


• SOLDIERS dressed in terrifying gas masks and full body armor pull the teenagers from their cubicles, stripping them naked and forcing them onto a conveyor belt.


• Large machines whistle back and forth, rotating saws and welding sparks flying.


• The machines begin to seal them into armor, skin sizzling as the suits are fused into their skin.


• They do not flinch, but stare numbly forward, captivated by the screens that surround the conveyor belt.


• As they exit the belt, masks are melted into their faces and they are handed large rifles.


• The last of the batch, A SMALL TEENAGER, watches in horror and pulls away from the soldiers as they attempt to strip her.


• She runs hard, her soft, bare feet pounding the concrete.


• The newly minted soldiers turn as one and raise their weapons, firing a barrage at her, she ducks down, tries to get away, and then is caught in the rain of bullets.


• The soldiers do not pause, simply, turn swivel, and march to their mysterious destinations, leaving her bloody body on top of the hard cement stained with the old blood of past misfits.


• FADE TO BLACK.