OK, people, here you go. Proof.
What follows is intended to eventually be a comic book script, though it doesn’t have any of the page or panel breakdowns that format would require. (Actually, right now it would be just as easy to adapt the format of what I’ve got here to comics, movies or TV. Beside the point.) It’s not incredibly detailed in terms of descriptions — I stuck mainly with just moving ahead with the dialogue, becuase that’s how the stories tend to unfold in my head. I didn’t want to kill my momentum because I got stuck on some bit of acting or scene description.
And believe me, I know it’s not fantastic, I know there are some places where people’s reactions to what’s going on aren’t quite right. But hey, it’s a very, very early first draft. This scene would take up six to eight pages in the first issue of my massive opus — and since it’s all introduction, it is inherently spoiler-free.
Caveats done. Enjoy.
ERIK Hey... who's the naked chick in your back yard? DONOVAN What are you talking about? ERIK I'm sorry, I thought that was pretty clear from the thing where I said "naked chick" and "back yard." Right over there by the pool. She looks kinda dazed. She's probably whacked out of her head on something and doesn't have any clue where she is. Man, I thought this was supposed to be a nice neighorhood, and here you've got naked junkies wandering around as they please. PIPER COMES OVER AND LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW. HER EYES WIDEN AND HER HAND GOES TO HER MOUTH. PIPER Oh my god. You weren't kidding. ERIK Of course I wasn't. Right there, girl, no clothes. There's plenty of things I'll joke about. Naked chicks aren't one of them. PIPER It's December, she's got to be freezing to death! ERIK Think I'm gonna go out and talk to her. DONOVAN You sure you want to do that? If she is strung out on something, don't you think she might be a little, I dunno, dangerous? ERIK Well, I don't think she's got much in the way of hidden weapons on her, from the looks of it. I think I'll be OK. But thanks so much for your concern. DONOVAN GLARES AT ERIK, BUT SAYS NOTHING. PIPER GRABS HER HEAVY WINTER COAT OFF THE BACK OF THE COUCH AND THROWS IT TO ERIK. PIPER Hey, If you're going to go, take her my coat. ERiK Kinda liked the naked, myself, but if you say so... ERIK WALKS OUT INTO THE BACKYARD, WATCHING THE GIRL, WHO'S TURNED AWAY FROM US AT THIS POINT, ARMS WRAPPED TIGHT AROUND HERSELF. WE GET OUR FIRST (TASTEFUL, PLEASE) LOOK AT HER NOW: SHE'S TALL, ALMOST SIX FEET, AND SLIM -- ALMOST EMACIATED, ACTUALLY. SHE'S ALSO FILTHY, COVERED IN GRIME. HER HAIR IS CURLY AND VERY LONG, DOWN TO HER WAIST, AND IT TOO IS FILTHY, MATTED. CLOSE ON HER BACK, FROM ERIK'S POV: WE CAN SEE SUBSTANTIAL SCARRING AND WELTING ON HER BACK, HER SHOULDERS, HER UPPER ARMS. ERIK Hey... are you OK? Are you high? THE GIRL TURNS NOW AND LOOKS AT US, AND WE CAN SEE HER BEAUTY UNDER THE DIRT. HER EYES, THOUGH FILLED WITH FEAR AND AND CONFUSION, ARE NEVERTHELESS BEAUTIFUL. GIRL H -- high? No, I don't... Is -- is this P-Piper's house? It l-looks kind of like it, but I was just -- just... THE GIRL, ARMS STILL WRAPPED AROUND HERSELF, STARTS CRYING -- HARD. IT'S NOW ERIK'S TURN TO LOOK CONFUSED. COMPASSION ISN'T SOMETHING THAT COMES EASILY TO HIM. ERIK Hey, hey, take it easy, OK? You're fine. HE COMES OVER TO HER AND CAUTIOUSLY PLACES HIS LEFT HAND ON HER RIGHT SHOULDER. ERIK Yeah, this is Piper's house. She's inside. GIRL She is? ERIK Sure she is, her and that Donald kid. GIRL Donald... you mean Donovan? He's here too? Would you please... would you take me to them? I need -- (small) -- I need to see my friends. ERIK Um, hey, I brough you a coat. You must be freezing. GIRL No, I'm... I'm really not cold. ERIK Cold or not, you're still nakes, so put on the coat. Now c'mon, let's get you inside. ERIK SLIPS HIS ARM AROUND HER SHOULDER, TRYING VERY HARD NOT TO DO ANYTHING IMPROPER (WHICH ISN'T AS DIFFICULT FOR HIM TO DO AS HE'D LIKE TO PRETEND). HE LEADS HER AROUND THE POOL AND TOWARD THE DOOR INTO THE BASEMENT. FROM INSIDE THE BASEMENT NOW: ERIK COMES IN FIRST, THE GIRL BEHIND SO THAT WE DON'T GET A GOOD LOOK AT HER JUST YET. PIPER AND DONOVAN BOTH LOOK NERVOUS. ERIK I don't think she's a junkie. She says she knows you two and wanted to see you. ERIK NOW MOVES OUT OF THE WAY SO DONOVAN AND PIPER GET A GOOD LOOK AT THE GIRL FOR THE FIRST TIME. GIRL Piper! Oh god, I'm so glad to see you, I don't know what's going on and your house looks so different -- PIPER (small) oh my god SHOT ON DONOVAN, LOOKING AT THE GIRL; DONOVAN FAINTS. GIRL Piper? What happened to you? You've gotten so big, but I don't understand, that doesn't make any -- PIPER IS NOW SHAKING, TEARS ON HER CHEEKS. PIPER Angela? GIRL Yeah, of -- of course it's me. Who else would I be? PIPER WALKS SLOWLY OVER TO THE GIRL -- TO ANGELA -- AND GENTLY TOUCHES HER FACE, WIPING AWAY SOME OF THE FILTH. SHE STARES HARD INTO ANGELA'S EYES, TRYING TO GAUGE WHETHER OR NOT THE GIRL IS WHO SHE SAYS SHE IS. PIPER Angela... you're -- you're supposed to be dead. ANGELA (small) what? PIPER There was -- there was a fire. At your house, the night of your birthday party. No one knows what started it. You were inside, all of you, and -- -- you died. You. Your parents. David. ANGELA Piper, I -- why would you say something like that to me? If it's supposed to be a joke, it's not very -- PIPER I'm not joking, sweetie. The police told us you were dead. You've been dead for five years. REALIZATION SPREADS OVER ANGELA'S FACE NOW -- SHE KNOWS PIPER'S NOT JOKING. SHE CAN LOOK AT PIPER, AND AT DONOVAN, AND SHE CAN TELL THAT THEY'RE SEVENTEEN, NOT THE TWELVE SHE REMEMBERS. SHE KNOWS THIS ROOM LIKE SHE KNOWS HER OWN FACE, AND SHE CAN SEE THE DIFFERENCES. SHE KNOWS. ANGELA Five years? But I just saw you yesterday -- my god, my birthday party was just yesterday, and now you're saying -- -- my parents are dead? David is... ? PIPER I'm so sorry, sweetie, I really am, but I have to tell you -- that's less on my mind then wondering how it is you're not dead, how you're standing here in my basement.