Jeebus. Haven't posted in FOREVER. Anyway, my horribly horrible sad-ishly sad (dumb) story. But I like it. One of my best works I think. xD Doomed Day Xingyun Mao Div. 1 (1998: Ireland. It was a dark and stormy night. The silence seemed like it would wrap around you and smother you. Yes, it was a night of despair, of ghosts and evil things alive. The clock tolled midnight. It was an ominous and eerie noise, tearing the harsh loud silence of the world. There was only one dim light shining in a house. The street-lamps glowed like will o’ wisps luring people astray in the dark bog that is Dublin. The light shone in the faces of two anxious people. One was Winfred Howard, the famous British detective himself. The other was the fair Irish Gwen Phallen.) Howard: Well hello (Glances at paper) Gwen. It’s nice to meet you. (They shake hands.) Gwen: Yes well… Howard: Let’s get down to business shall we? You know that this meeting is concerning the death of Kali Darkraven right? Well, as it happens, you are the main suspect because she died the day she went to your office for a shot. You are her family doctor am I not right? Gwen: Yes… She was a drug addict. Her family gave her a choice of either wearing a patch all day or taking shots. (Pauses) She picked the shots, she must have had a fear of patches or something because she’d never let me put a bandage on her. She says it’s something to do with atelophobia, which is fear of imperfection. Howard: What kind of drugs? Gwen: Nicotine. (Pauses) And some other kinds, but she’s gotten over those through group talks and stuff with other teens. Howard: (Jots down some notes) Are you sure? Wait, don’t answer that. Tell me, can you describe the scene? End of Scene 1 (A woman walked into the door, folding her umbrella and putting it in the stand. She sat down on a navy blue leather sofa and observed the décor. The walls were pale blue and some ivy climbed across the reception desk. The top of the wall was painted with roses, pink and yellow. They were comforting, in a sophisticated and perfect way. The room reeked of disinfectant although the smell of the chrysanthemums did curb the smell some. The receptionist was clacking away on the typewriter. Click clack, click clack. Bored, the woman took a magazine off the forest green side table. It was a Chatelaine magazine sporting the newest fashions from Europe. A soft music played in the background. The woman’s aristocratic tastes immediately defined it as the Winter Overture in Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons”. The receptionist abruptly announced that the doctor will see the patient now. She pushed open the emerald green door and sat on a plush black chair.) Gwen: (Glances up) Hi Kali. How are you today? Kali: I feel awesome, ever since you and the other doctors helped me, I’ve been able to think clearly. I’ve also been able to beat my friends at sports now. (Smiles) Gwen: (Smiles too) Wow, that’s great. According to this, you’re doing wonderfully now. You’re at the last stage of fighting off the cigarette effects. (Pauses) Be careful okay? If you take drugs again, you might not be able to fight it off anymore. By the way, your father claims you are the most brilliant child ever. Kali: (Blushes) Wow, he actually said that? Gwen: Yup, and he sounded as proud as punch. Also, you should recover quite well. You quit early, so you should make quite a quick recovery. Kali: Even if I started early? Gwen: (Pauses) No, that shouldn’t do much I think. Just stunt your growth maybe, and get your lungs a bit sticky. Although… I wouldn’t worry much. You’re father says you are a very athletic girl and if you take after you’re parents (Laughs) you should be just about average in height. Also, your dad’s thinking of enrolling you in Harvard next year when you leave for university. (Pauses) Are you ready for the shot? Kali: (Bites lip) Yes… Gwen: Good. Relax, the more you relax the less blood will flow. (Gwen sticks the needle in Kali’s arm.) Kali: I don’t feel so good. (Groans) Gwen: (Looks concerned) Why don’t you take a taxi instead of a bus? I’m sure your father would understand. (Kali stumbles out the door.) End of Scene 2 Howard: Are you sure that’s it? Gwen: Yes. Howard: So all she did was say she felt ill and went on a taxi? Gwen: Yes. Howard: Did you see the license plate number at all? Gwen: I think I did. She went just as I was leaving. (Squints) It was…. Zero five nine, um… TXM I think. Howard: Are you sure? Gwen: Pretty sure. Howard: Thank you for that information. We’ll double check… (The telephone rings.) Howard: Excuse me. I have to answer that, wait a moment. (Goes and answers phone) Yes, Winfred Howard here… Really… Yes… Okay… I’ll be there soon… After this session… Okay… Bye… (Hangs telephone up) According to the police, the Red Cross and the Darkraven family both have records of her progress. It looks all legitimate and her father claims that she was in the perfect pinnacle of health a week ago. Gwen: Good treatment, a nice family and a life away from drugs does that to you. Howard: (Glances at her) Well… It seems that they’ve found her body. The doctors say that she had been strangled at the Liffey River, near the Ha’Penny Bridge. Gwen: Oh… Howard: Well, I’ve got to go. Any more clues you might have? Gwen: Well… I’ve heard that her boyfriend might have killed her for dumping him. I think it was because he was the person who got her to take drugs and now she wants somebody straight. Oh, and his dad is a worker in the taxi company of Dublin. Howard: Are you sure? Gwen: Yes. End of Scene 2 (It was foggy and misty upon the cliff. The body lay upon sharp pointed rocks, broken and bruised. Piercing gales blew like banshees, shrieking noisily. A man in a beige trench coat and hat strode up to the corpse. Another man followed. That man was wearing the Dublin police uniform. The man in beige, Howard, kneeled by the corpse, examining it for clues. The other man, Darren O’Reilly, examined the weather.) O’Reilly: Hmm… Fine spot we’ve got ourselves in. Looks like it would rain soon. Howard: Shush… O’Reilly: You know you won’t really find anything. We’ve searched the whole place and found nothing. Howard: Are you sure? Are you sure that you didn’t find something that is actually useful? O’Reilly: Hmm… I never thought it that way before. Howard: Of course you haven’t. Now hush. (Howard proceeded to put several things into separate plastic zip-lock baggies. A piece of cloth from the nape of her neck went into one baggie. A piece of string found nearby went into another baggie, and a car key went into yet another baggie. The last thing he bagged up was a piece of glass. He then put plaster on the footprint found nearby and took a picture of the body.) Howard: That should do it. I suggest you get the Darkraven family to give her a proper burial. I think I’ve collected as much evidence I could. (Glances up at the sky) Also, you’re right, I think it would rain. That would just make the corpse stink more. O’Reilly: Good. Although we do have a plastic covering that we can cover her with. Howard: No, that would disturb the body and it would rot even with plastic over it. Get the Darkraven family to send people here who can transport the body to somewhere cold. O’Reilly: Sure. Bye. End of Scene 3 (At the laboratory, five men intently examined the pieces of evidence Howard had gathered.) Man 1: So what is this case about anyway? Man 2: The death of some girl named Kali something or other. Man 1: I hear they didn’t find anything useful until Howard showed up. Man 3: He’s got a knack of finding whatever no one could find. Man 2: I found a fingerprint on both the glass and the cloth. Man 1: Glass? Hand it over, I think there might be something useful there. (He examines the glass under a microscope. He then scrapes a bit off and puts the sample in a chemical. He scrapes another piece off and put that into another chemical. He does that until all the beakers in his lab that have different chemicals in them have a bit of glass.) Well, now we wait. Man 3: Hmm… This is definitely odd. The piece of string turned out to be a hair. I checked the DNA and it matches Salem Scarface, owner of the Dublin Taxi Company. Didn’t Howard say something about that girl being driven over by a guy in a taxi and got killed by him? Man 2: Hmmm, yes. Well, these fingerprints match Scarface too. Wait! Let me check the police files. (He goes onto the internet and checks the records of Scarface’s fingerprints, and boot size.) Yes, I think that this is him. The fingerprints match almost exactly. Man 1: (Checks the beakers) Huh? ETHAN! What have you done? What chemicals did u put on it? Ethan (Man 2): Uh, well I put some phosphors on it so it would make any fingerprints show and I poured some luminol over it. Sorry, Aiden. Aiden (Man 1): Don’t worry, how much did you put on it? Ethan: Not much, a drop I think. Aiden: Oh good. That’s odd. The beakers which react to nitrogen and oxygen are acting up. Caleb (Man 3): Isn’t that laughing gas? Aiden: Huh? Oh yea… Why would anyone give her laughing gas though? Caleb: Hmmm… End of Scene 4 (The judge was looming over Scarface. He looked positively terrifying. As everyone recounted their experience with him and as the witnesses spoke, Scarface sweated. No one could see, but his face, and hands were sweaty and red. The judge had just called a jury’s meeting, the tension mounted like a brick wall, and everyone waited to see the other side. The courtroom was fairly handsome. Hardwood floor and seating with upholstered seats. The judge came back looking extremely solemn.) Judge: Salem Scarface, you are charged with first degree murder and the unauthorized use of laughing gas on her. You will spend the rest of your miserable life in prison. The court is adjourned. The END | 
