I know, I know, I’m milking this but I haven’t been writing recently and I’m growing lazy, just been messing around with this screenplay I’m writing.
It literally took me all weekend just to get the screenplay writing program to work, I’m that boomer with the tech stuff and then after that when I actually got started and reading the book it’s based on for inspiration. I decided I liked the books opening better than mine and then changed the whole thing haha.
It’s not totally the same obviously. I didn’t think it would work as an opener for the lack of action but I really like the visuals and how it sets up the character. The structure will be the same because the book is a similar format to the movie in that it starts later on when he’s already in a battle and then cuts back to his past before he signed up. But in the book it’s not just an intro cut away it’s this massive drawn out battle sequence which is cool and but I really think the movie handled it better in regards to letting us get a grip of our characters before throwing them in the fucking meat grinder haha.
I mean in this intro in the books Rasczak who leads the roughnecks is already dead and they’re not even fighting the bugs yet so it just gets way ahead of itself really.
The movie handled it a lot better in many ways but I still love the book, it’s just a little dry and the movie adds some much needed ‘wetness’ haha. So I’m really trying to merge them in my adaptation.
So far of what little I’ve written it’s been a fun experience, I tried to write some of that Lovecraft story while I was struggling with the screenplay software but got nowhere with it. I’ll probably finish it off soon but I just can’t bring myself to start on Diana 2 until I get feedback from agents for Diana 1. That being in tons of rejections most likely haha. But I will never quit because I have no fucking life, the person who has no life always wins haha.
Mainly just been reading the shadow (which is hit or miss really) and trying to find cheap videogames to stop me going insane or thinking about anything at all because that brings on bad times. The shadow is mostly boring honestly, it’s fun in parts but it’s weighed down by a lot of boring shit. I really liked the second one but the first and the third kinda just passed over my eyes.
Honestly though the character of the shadow is just so intriguing I think it could carry a really cool tv show if the right person (i.e me) were hired to cut down the fat and deliver a really punchy and slick show. It would be like a shitty marvel superhero show except with an actual story and actual mysteries and not just an excuse to indoctrinate children with political ideologies no one asked for. And also awesome action that would be unlike anything seen before, that would really set it apart.
The shadow really is a totally different kind of superhero, he really just keeps you guessing and I really like that, I feel like I as the reader know about as much about the shadow as his enemies do and he constantly surprises you with how inhuman and human he is at the same time. Like for a long time you can convince yourself that he’s this infallible supernatural being and then something happens and you realise he’s not. It’s really interesting. Anyway, I’ll try and have some Cur for thursday, maybe a poem for tomorrow but I’ve upped my weights, lifting heavier than ever, sleeping longer, eating more, I feel like a fucking cancer patient on chemo right now haha (i.e not very productive), so we’ll see.
I did as I was told. What else could I do?
I didn’t seem to remember a montage of ninja training in my backstory, no secret swat teams backing me up, rappelling down the roof as we speak.
My one and only knight in shining armor was probably on the other side of town with a hangover.
There I was, making little jokes to myself when my head was probably going to be decorating my own mantle in a matter of minutes.
Goodbye cruel world, we were going to have so much fun together.
I crept gingerly into the living room with the air of someone whose hand was permanently glued into the cookie jar; the proverbial curious cat, about to meet a sticky end.
It was dark, because of course it was, how else to set a mood? I couldn’t see a thing, completely pitch. A wave came over me, a sibilant ring from the demoniac back seat driver. A cold feeling at the back of my neck I assumed wasn’t the kiss of a Chanel No. 5 lipstick, but the barrel of a gun.
A hushed voice with a slight Latin twang told me to come closer.
As my eyes adjusted, I saw my aunt. Silent and solemn, on her knees in front of the couch in our living room. Her head hung like she was Marie Antoinette, awaiting the executioner’s axe with a cloistered dignity, she was about to let her captures eat cake.
I hoped they’d choke on it.
Then it struck me, the gun at my neck was still there, and there was another, a knife in the murk, a knife at my aunt’s neck.
There were two of them, two killers.
That made it a lot easier to lug all those parts around.
“What now, cuz?” The gun at my neck croaked with a boyish whisper.
“We do them here, no witnesses, the older bitch is yours, I’m gonna take my time with this one.” the voice I recognized said.
Hi, Antoine, great party last night.
He dropped my aunt, the knife coming away from her neck, and something deep inside told me that was good.
She was still and stoic, taking on the nature of a good martyr, no tears; just a distant and tacit acceptance; a cold detachment to the earthly plane.
The gun at my neck came around my side, and Ruiz got close enough so I could smell his breathe. “I bet you thought that was pretty funny, me all tied up like that, naked. I bet it made you feel really powerful.” He spat in the dark but I could see the odd white tooth and feel the knife twist under my chin.
I wasn’t afraid, there was something else; a shiver of cool excitement rising up from the darkness. The blackness gently shifted, building silently beneath the waves trying to tell me… What? ‘I told you so’?
“How do you feel now, huh?” he taunted.
I was rudely interrupted by a crash of glass.
The room almost turned red with their fear, their shock.
Their perfect bubble burst by some idle cat burglar, or maybe my neighbor, Gary got carried away showing someone his backswing.
“Go check it out,” Ruiz whispered.
“Why me?” the younger one croaked behind me. My eyes were getting used to the dark but all I could see was the ceiling fan spinning.
“Because I said so,” Ruiz hissed. He turned his head to spit on our carpet.
“Fuck me, man,” The younger would-be killer said, as he tiptoed out of the room.
Ruiz got close again, his breathing rising and falling on my face. “I bet you’re wondering how I found you. It wasn’t the phone…”He stopped, panting, as if he wanted me to ask.
Wanted me to play some guessing game, I just looked at Aunt Dharma. There was something strange about her, something unsettling.
She said nothing, looked at nothing, like she’d expected this, like she was already dead. Like she’d been waiting for this the whole time.
“My cousin, Emilio, he goes to your school, ain’t that a trip? I described you, and he knew right away who you were, I think he must have some kind of crush on you.” He laughed. “Maybe I should let him drill you when he comes back, maybe we’ll take turns before we mount your head like you and your freak boyfriend did to my boys.”
School. It hadn’t even crossed my mind. All the faces in the crowd, blending together. So hard to pick one out, one looking at me, seeing me, waiting, watching.
That was the last place I should’ve let my guard down but I had. Emilio had probably sat behind me for years, and we wouldn’t have exchanged a qué pasa? I guess my Spanish was getting better.
There was no silent alarm from the dark watcher, no ring on the black bat phone? Surprise washed over me. A distant warbling chuckle faded in and out. An unintelligible whisper; a game of hide and seek.
Oh you were playing possum. I’m being punished, for what?
What did I do? Dreadfully Dim Diana didn’t do anything wrong.
That was exactly the point.
I was being punished for being a goodie two shoes.
“I know you didn’t do all that alone, little girl like you. You had help.” He was panting even heavier, looking around, the shadows creeping along the walls, soaking into his flesh, getting closer. He put the knife against my throat. “Who you working for, huh? The Diaz brothers? They closing in on my turf? Tell, and I’ll only cut off an ear, and leave your pretty face alone, how ‘bout that?”
Another crash came from the kitchen, then a muffled cry and a deeply disconcerting thud.
“Hey, Emilio, hurry your ass up!” Ruiz whispered harshly into the empty hallway.
“Maybe he tripped, it’s pretty dark.”
“You should go check on it, maybe he grazed his knee.”
“I said, shut up!” He hit me with the base of the knife, and the room shook, a pulse of pain radiating down through my neck and shoulders.
My knees buckled, and nausea smacked into me. My vision faded in and out, and I saw something. I could see right through him, hear the animal roar.
The shrill cry of whatever it was inside him; it was like me, but not like me. Our inner demons sent vicious feral war cries out in answer.
Two shadows stretched and crossed, but then another, deeper darkness swallowed them both. Eclipsed them, blotted them out, filled the room with a deep impenetrably black smoke thicker than ink and tar.
My knees wobbled, and he felt it, too.
“Emilio, what took you so long man?”
The boy stood in the door way, doing the strong silent type thing as the room quaked around me.
There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.
The eye of the hurricane tossed my little world up into the stars as I tried to hold on for dear life.
I fell, pulling at Ruiz, trying to stop the room from spinning, just keep still.
Could he feel it?
“Talk to me man— Get offa me, crazy bitch!” He threw me to the ground.
I spread my fingers out on the carpet, praying for this feeling to stop, the pressure inside building.
The cry of the thing inside grew louder and louder, telling me to watch.
“What the fuck, say something, you’re freakin’ me out, man!” Ruiz commanded his cousin. He strode to the door…then he felt it; the pressure, the animal fear, the dagger intent, the murder dripping from the walls, but it was too late.
I heard rustling of dark wings unfurling, stretching across the walls, casting a shadow blacker than pitch.
I can see it in the corner of my eye, but moreover I felt it, like I had sonar, echo location. I could see the whole room like it was a watercolor, every pixel laid out in front of me in stark detail.
The blackness like a piece of pin art, it was solid, I could touch it.
I crawled, and I spotted the knife.
The figure at the door moved rhythmically, like he was under water, but couldn’t seem to get out of the way.
Ruiz was frozen, the weapon in his hand at the end of a long tunnel. His movements slowed down as if I was seeing it frame by frame in a slideshow.
He lifted the knife, not knowing exactly where he wanted to put it, or if there was even a place for it.
The shadows surrounded the man at the door, covering his face, bound to him like an impenetrable armor.
I wanted to cover my eyes and ears, if I could, if I thought it would keep the screaming out.
The shadowy fires lapped at me, the blinding black light.
The man at the door cut through the room. His movements were methodic and powerful, uncaring, unfeeling, unwavering.
The killer passed through Ruiz like he was made of spider webs, like he was a memory of a far gone conclusion. He cut him once across the neck with an effortless flourish, an afterthought someone else’s mess cleaned up, my mess.
Ruiz’s head dropped to the floor and rolled toward me. There was nothing in his eyes. A voided emptiness, a perfect mirror of my own.
The part of me deep down, was rising, screaming and laughing. I couldn’t tell if this was the end or the beginning. A triumphant cavalry cry, or the last gasp of a dying lizard about to have its head crushed under a desert rock.
The crushing pressure, I couldn’t take it anymore, the blackness folding over me, getting heavier and heavier. I decided to let go, a giddiness and a drowsiness came over me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The rattling thing inside told me it was okay—I could sleep.
“You see it now?” A muffled scratching noise warbled too close to my ear.
There was a grating sensation at my neck, then nothing but sweet black nothingness.
To read the rest of this you’re gonna have to wait for it to come out sometime next year hopefully, if not you can find it on inkitt in a raw format.
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