Odd dreams, take three, and apparently I’m drawing a comic book again. *sighs* … *doodles* This is a rough, rough draft, basically just an outline, and err, -really- depressing for the first bit.
Just prose for now, roughs to come as I pencil them, and darned why did I have such cheesily overdone cliches as fictives? Why? Arg.”
Basic setup: The world has been mostly obliterated by an ice age, Heaven and Hell both fighting (openly and a tad overenthusiastically) over the few survivors.
[Cover shot: Kevin dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with glowing red eyes and hands, Teresa hovering behind him protectively, dressed in jeans over a one-piece swim suit (to make room for) hawk wings, and flaming sword.]
[Long shots – suburbia, abandoned cars, houses, winterized, then move closer to house] Two people made a pact, long ago when the world first stumbled into the realization that this time winter wasn’t going to end.
[inside house – photos of Kevin/Teresa, newspaper, more winter here] A pact that if they died– when they died, that they’d die together.
[finally, room with some life, firelit, lotsa blankets, etc, K/T conversation] So on that last night, in the faint shadows of a dying fire, he begged her to hold on until morning, so that they could leave the world in sunlight, not in shadows.
[close up on T] And she agreed, with that same sad smile she’d worn ever since the ice had crept across the river.
[back to wide shot, fire dying, T falling asleep] Because that’s all they’d been doing, all they’d be able to do, was wait to die, so what was one more night?
[close in to K watching the fire, holding T]He killed her as she slept.
[pull out a bit to show poison vial, dying fire] Painlessly, softly, gently, ferrying her from one sleep into another while she still wanted to live.
[Pull out more back to crucifix from earlier shots]Because even here, even now, it was still a mortal sin, and he would give her the Heaven she deserved.
[Pull back out again for the fire going out]
He kept his promise, two breaths after her,
[And back out to suburbia]
and for a long while afterwards the world was silent.
[K/T in the midst of epic demon battle as T hands out some angelic asswhupping whilst rescuing K from Hell. T is armed with what amounts to Voltron’s Blazing Sword, and K is making do with a cross between a spiked club and a halberd] I should have known she wouldn’t let it go.
T: “What were you thinking?” [Slice!]
K: “I was– [Parry!] erf– [Thud!]thinking that you’d be happy!”
T: “And just leave you here? [cuisinart!] Are you insane?”
K: “Well it was better than both of us– [Dodges plummeting demon T just dispatched] Hey watch it!”
T: [kersplutch!] “Sorry.”
K: “Did you have a plan? [thud!] Because my arms are getting pretty tired.” [splatter!]
T: “Other than ‘head for the exit’? [whoosh!] Not really.”
K: “Time for plan B then”
T: “Plan B?”
K: “Bring the exit to us,” [glowly eyes, ooo!] Kerberos.
[Shot of fluffy turning to listen] C’mere boy,
T: “Bring it to us? How in the–”
[Enter Fluffy, rampant, exit demons, terrified]
T: “– fuck.”
K: “Tee meet the exit, exit meet Tee.”
[Fluffy is not impressed, T is still in shock]
K: “What? I’m good with dogs. What else was I supposed to do while I was waiting.”
T: “But- how-”
K: “He doesn’t guard the gate, he is the gate, [climbs onto fluffy’s back] well one of the gates. Now grab hold of me because I’m pretty sure you touching him would be a bad idea. [holds out a hand]
[T takes his hand, then a shot of her behind him, carefully not touching fluffy]
T: “We need to hurry” [demons are returning, with backup]
K: Find Barter, Kerberos, [doggie confusion] go find Barter, come’on boy, find Barter. [doggie aha! moment aaaaand poof!]
[Our threesome reappears in the middle of a store, ala the Magic Box from BtVs, scaring the lone customer out the door and annoying the proprietor]
K: “Sorry, sorry,” [works on untangling everyone from knocked-over shelf] “good boy Ker, thatsa good boy, now just–” [crunch! “–shit. I’ll pay for that, somehow, um–”
B: “You brought a gate. Here.” [I work with idiots expression]
K: “Well, uh, yes? Sorry.” [help T up]
T: “Where are we?”
B: “In a building that isn’t shielded for a gate.”
K: “A little gate”
T: “That’s little?”
… and more to come. sadly. *pokes sketchbook*