“Feargirl”
Two Linked Episodes, Submitted by Jessika Ryan
Episode One: “I’ll Drink To That”
FEARGIRL running up an old wooden stair well in an early 20th century building, wall paper pealing off, water-‐stained ceilings and bad lighting. She’s wearing a slightly damaged red and black catsuit with a utility belt. The number 24 is printed above her left breast.
She reaches the 8th floor, sprint towards apartment 8. From her FG utility belt, she pulls out an old 18th century key. She nervously fumbles with the lock before she finally unlocks the door. Smiling in relief she open the door quickly. The next second she is blown off her feet, flying backward in the air, her chest exploding in blood and torn flesh. Her body is stopped by the opposing wall as she falls to the floor in an awkward heap, dead.
Cut to, a smoldering double-‐barreled shotgun anchored to a table, aimed at the open door can be seen. An elaborate pully system is seen connected to the door and the trigger.
FEARGIRL wakes with a gasp, touching her chest, looking for a gaping wound – nothing. In fact she’s wearing nothing! She finds herself lying on the sandy beach, the water gently lapping inches away from her head. She sits up, trying to cover herself as she looks around in a panic. She’s alone in the early morning pre-‐dawn light. In the distance she can see a lone structure built out from an ominous cliff, lights still blazing within. She feels curiously drawn to it, but her attention is broken by an incessant beeping. She turns in the opposite direction to see a metal red and black colored case with a tiny red LED flashing in time with the beep – the number 6 stenciled on the case. She steps to it and touches it. The case opens immediately and she pulls her hand away instinctively. Inside is her FG catsuit with the same number 6 printed above the left breast and utility belt. She pulls on the thin, clingy catsuit.
We see her walking towards the lit-‐up structure.
We see her enter an elevator at the bottom of the cliff and press the UP button.
She reaches the top and the door opens onto a large decadent anteroom. Three female Maitre D’s happily rush to her, welcoming her, showing her to the main entrance. It opens to reveal a huge restaurant with an incredible view of the ocean and full of well dressed women sitting at all the tables – some with two, three and four at a table. In the center is a circular bar with three female bar tenders. Only one young woman sits at the huge bar, looking lonely and a bit dejected. FG notices she’s wearing a catsuit like hers, but the colors are blue and white. This is HALO.
FEARGIRL make her way across the expanse to sit at the bar one stool away. FG glances at Halo stirring her half full drink with a tiny umbrella. She’s blond wearing Harry Potter glasses and a face full of freckles. FG notices that Halo has the number 3 printed above her right breast, while also noticing how tiny and perky her breasts are. FG is strangely drawn to her as they strike up a conversation. The conversation is odd, like conversations are in dreams, and strangely hovers around the word “hunger”, as though it is some sort of post-‐ hypnotic or conditioned ‘trigger’ word. FEARGIRL moves next to Halo as they become more comfortable with each other. They realize they’re in this together, whatever it is, and they must know each other because there is a strong attraction. They finally kiss, long and gentle. They part lips, giggle a little and FG orders a drink. They toast and FG takes a drink. They talk some more and FEARGIRL tries to kiss her again, but Halo places a teasing finger tip on FG’s lips, promising a reserved room upstairs. FG is excited but quickly feels nauseated. She realizes she’s been poisoned and deceived by Halo. The poison makes her convulse as she begin to foaming uncontrollably from the mouth. She drops to the floor in agony. Halo reveals they’ve all been waiting for breakfast. “We really want you for breakfast.”
FG becomes completely paralyzed, but fully aware as three female waiters quickly arrive and carry FG into the kitchen where chefs are waiting patiently to “prepare” her.
Three female chefs remove her suit and belt. The head chef holds a cleaver, raises it above FG’s throat, and swings downward.
FG wakes with a start, grabbing her neck….
END Episode One
Episode Two: “The Dark Figure”
FEARGIRL becomes completely paralyzed, but fully aware as three female waiters quickly arrive and carry her into the kitchen where chefs are waiting patiently to “prepare” her.
Three female chefs remove her suit and belt. The head chef holds a cleaver, raises it above FG’s throat, and swings downward.
FEARGIRL wakes with a start, grabbing her neck. She’s sitting in the passenger seat of a car and she’s wearing her FG catsuit with the number 83 printed above her left breast. It’s raining hard outside and it’s night time. She looks and notices there’s no keys in the ignition. Suddenly something slams against her passenger side, startling her. It’s a familiar looking freckle-‐faced blond woman. HALO. FG notice she’s not wearing glasses but she is wearing a blue and white catsuit as she pounds on the window frantically. She looks terrified as she screams for help. FG can barely make out the number 3 on her suit. FG moves to open the door but stops in fear as she watches a dark figure who quickly moves up behind Halo. Halo struggles in the dark figure’s grasp to no avail. The dark figure easily maneuvers Halo and expertly snaps her neck. She falls limp immediately and the dark figure drops her carelessly. The figure steps slowly towards the passenger side and stands for a moment before slowly pulling out a small, near-‐featureless device and touching its surface. There is suddenly a subtle pulsing inside one of the pouches in FG’s utility belt.
FEARGIRL pulls out an identical device, instinctively touching its face to ‘answer’ it. The voice says: “She is your responsibility now.” The figure disconnects, stands for a moment, then slowly turns and walks away melting into the shadows of the rainy night. Confused, FG stows her com-‐device and peers out the window at the dead blond lying in the rain. She contemplates the dark figure’s words as she tries to control her fear. She spots the car keys on Halo’s utility belt and drums up the courage to go out there and grab the keys. She races back into the car, starts it and punches it. She speeds down a winding road and begins to calm and slow. A dull pounding can be heard coming from the trunk, startling her. After a moment, she decides to stop and pull over. She gets out and goes to the trunk. The pounding is louder. She hesitates before she slowly opens the trunk to find an identical Halo, dressed in an identical outfit, but with the number 97 above the right breast. She is bound and ball-‐gagged. FG removes the ball-‐gag and 97/Halo pleads for FG to untie her and get her out of the trunk. FEARGIRL shakes her head, as though trying to rouse herself from a hallucination, and slams the trunk lid. We hear the muffled protests of 97/Halo inside the trunk as FG speeds down the road.
FEARGIRL reaches the end of the road over looking a lake. Near the lake is a rustic, austere dwelling, dark and seemingly unoccupied. FG steps out and moves to open the trunk. 97/Halo’s eye burn angrily at FG. FG apologizes as she lifts 97 out of the trunk. She begins to untie 97, but stops as 97’s attitude towards her grows more and more belligerent. FG doesn’t like being exposed outside knowing that the mysterious figure is somewhere around. Plus, 97 is getting loud. FG throws a right cross to 97’s chin and she crumples to the ground unconscious.
FEARGIRL enters the dwelling 97/Halo over her shoulder, trying very hard not to be distracted by 97’s body against hers, the side of her perfect butt pressing against her cheek as she moves to drop her limp form onto a sort of padded bench that is the only furnishing in one corner of the place. Darkness is falling, There seems to be no obvious source of lighting in this bare, utilitarian place. And the killer is surely out there somewhere.
In the darkness FG trips and falls face first across 97’s body, her face right in the thin, clingy catsuit’s crotch. FG awkwardly straightens and steps away, looking back at 97 in the failing light with embarrassment. 97 is still unconscious. FEARGIRL reaches into the pouch in her utility belt, finding the com-‐device. Though it is featureless, when she touches the face of the device it emits a soft, red-‐hued glow. FG moves the soft glow over 97’s body, her curves, her closed eyes and open mouth… FG begins, reluctantly at first, to touch 97’s thighs. Soon she’s fondling, kissing and groping every part of her. FG kisses 97 slack lips, forcing her tongue deep inside.
The figure of the killer is above them, holding a supple, tapered, foil-‐like blade that is so thin it is almost invisible in the dim, shifting red glow. It is so sharp that it penetrates and impales both girls’ hearts without a sound, pinning them together on the bench as their bodies convulse and FEARGIRL’s blood pours from her own mouth into 97’s, quickly filling it to overflowing.
END Episode Two