Below is the script for my currently ‘in-progress’ 4 page short which is planned to be submitted to several anthology comics later in the year whose theme will be sci-fi / horror related. I’m not sure how the idea for this come to me, I think I just pictured a monster and it’s creator and how a story could play out between them. It’s certainly inspired by certain classic sci-fi tropes but overall I like it and having found an artist via the Interwebs we set about putting it together.
Script by Michael Phoenix
4 Page Short
EXAMPLE SCENE Formatting – Ignore This text
Open to a similar scene from the end of issue 1.
Caption Top ‘HQ of Global Media LLC’
Executive 1 “Irregular, most irregular.”
Narrator Caption ‘I’m not sure what I am’
Told from the perspective of ‘Jane’, a scientist who regrets her hand in the making of a hybrid creature which goes on to be mistreated by its creators and those it works for.
Her tormented conscience drives her to secretly plot and aid its escape, or die trying, and she works tirelessly to do so.
One night whilst pouring over schematics and staff movements, Jane falls asleep, to be awoken a few hours later by the sound of sirens.
The creature has escaped. It is on a bloody rampage through the facility as its anguish and rage at its mistreatment and captivity spills over onto the corridors and halls of the facility.
Jane comes face to face with her past sins as she meets the creature, but will she be spared its wrath? How can it know the remorse she feels in her heart, and if it could, would it be enough…?
We all knew we shouldn’t.
But couldn’t resist proving that we could.
< we see DNA from animals on a screen with the readout indicating splicing>
And like proud parents we watched our creation grow.
But the excitement of playing God.
Of breaking his perfect order.
Soon gave way to more human emotions.
For a time I was lost
< Jane is sat, half sagging down it, on a table chair, on the table is a bottle of spirits and a glass she cradles in one hand whilst the other is against her head>
And I flailed in that dark place.
< Jane is arguing with someone who looks like a superior>
Trying to find a way out from the reality of what I’d done.
And in the dark I realised, there was only one path for me.
< Jane rests her head and hand against the glass of the creatures enclosure>
And though they tried to watch me, I prepared.
Its escape, would be my salvation.
< Jane is working at a desk, papers, schematics and keycodes are laid out, she is planning something, she is clearly still on the base / in the laboratory, the angle suggested here is over the shoulder >
In this, I worked harder for its freedom.
Than on its creation.
Worked until I was certain of its rescue.
And, at last, the saving of my own soul.
I am undone.
At first I believe they have discovered my treasons.
But quickly, I realise I hold no interest.
Their shame has finally come for them.
And its anguish at its un-life, is spelt in blood.
It dies in my arms.
And with it, all my hope.
I am undone.
For a moment. I wonder, am I dreaming.
And as I turn I realise. This is the real.
Before me are my sins made flesh.
But my sins, do not consume me.
Instead I am passed over.
Has my remorse saved me?
Did I pass its test?
All I know. Is that I am alive.
And in a base full of mankind’s greatest minds.
Mine was the only one.
Whose contained compassion.