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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 26 2005, 09:39 AM (41 Views) | |
| Tiff | Feb 26 2005, 09:39 AM Post #1 |
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Scene opens on Sam and Kevin standing close together in a hall whispering at each other. Sam looks like she’s going straight to the gym after this, her hair is tied back so that the yellowish bruises are exposed. Kevin: I asked around, people either looked at me like I was insane for wanting to find him or just told me that he likes it in there. Sam: Great… Kevin laughs and pats Sam on the shoulder. Kevin: I think you’ll be fine Sammy. Sam: Thanks. Sam opens a door and heads into the boiler room the camera follows her in. Once the door is shut she stands there for a minute, some what blinded by the change in the light and also to get a look around. She takes a few steps then yells. Sam: Swytch? Soft giggling flutters through the darkness and into Sam's ear. It's accompanied by short, heavy breaths. Sam looks around nervous like. Swytch: Yeeeeees? Sam: Could I talk to you? I’ve got a few questions… Sam takes a few more steps forward. Swytch: Questions? An interview? Kaaaatie, is that you? The soft giggles grow heartier in volume. A footstep and then another scrape along the floor, approaching Sam. Swytch: Or is it MADison's little sister? Victoria. Sam: I’m Sam…Kinloch…I was teamed with Kennedy in that tag match. And I don’t want an interview, I just had a few questions I thought you could provide answers for. Sam stops moving and looks all around her trying to figure out where he is. Swytch: The witch. Footsteps scrape and scratch along the floor again, closer and closer they move in Sam's direction... then suddenly stop. Swytch: You shouldn't be here, little girl. I am not pleasant company. The footsteps start again. Closer... closer... closer... then stop. Swytch: Ask your questions quickly, then leeeave. Sam: Where are you? The air grows still and quiet. Sam waits for an answer, but gets nothing... except the yelp of pain that escapes her lips. Swytch snatches her by the hair, yanking it back, his hot breath snaking over her neck. Swytch: I'm right here. His wide grin contrasting with his crimson face. He keeps pulling on her hair, but not too hard to pull her off her feet. Sam’s eyes grow wide and she opens her mouth a few times to speak but nothing comes out, on the third try her voice works again but it’s high and frightened. Sam: I’m sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask you a few things about Tier. This time it's Swytch's eyes that grow wide. They don't fill with fear, but anger. He grits his teeth, hissing in Sam's face. Swytch: Tiiieeer... Sam feels the grip on her hair loosen. She has to catch herself from falling as Swytch lets her go. He turns his back to her... Swytch: ...is dead. Sam: No, he’s very much alive. The bruises on my neck were made by his hand. Sam takes a step back from Swytch, hoping that this will keep her out of arms reach.Swytch turns back to Sam. He looks at her, head cocked to the side. Swytch: Tier is DEAD. The man who gave you those bruises is NOT Tier. He used to be... until I killed him. Sam: Oohh I get it, figuratively you killed Tier. Right? Is Scott Draven still alive in your mind? Swytch snarls, almost growling at Sam. Swytch: If these are the questions you wanted to ask, you should leave while you still can. Sam nods. Sam: Right, I’ll be out of here soon, but those weren’t my questions. Sam pauses for a split second and look Swytch up and down, she’s debating leaving with out her answers. Sam: You see, Scott is training Bill…my boyfriend. I tried to talk to him but it didn’t go so well. It ended with me unconscious actually. He said some hurtful things, I want to get even with him for these things…I thought perhaps you could help me with this. Swytch looks a bit... intrigued. Swytch: Even? Sam smiles, she thinks she may have hit something with Swytch…perhaps a common interest. Sam: Yes, even. I need to know what would hurt him like he hurt me. A wide, toothy grin covers Swytch's face. Swytch: You're fighting a losing battle, witch. Sam shakes her head and sighs loudly. Sam: There has to be something, he’s not a fucking God! Swytch: No, he's just a man. A man with no remorse. Sam: So you cant tell me anything either? Swytch: There's only one person who knows what eats at Tier deep down in his cold souless body, and that's Tiiieeer. Sam sighs again, getting frustrated. Sam: So I came in here for nothing?! I let you scare me, I didn’t try to fight you when you had my hair…and I still get nothing for it? Sam takes a few steps forward so she is almost touching her body with his then just looks up at him.Swytch grins, almost sadistically, down at the young woman before him. Swytch: Don't press me, witch. I could do things to you that'd make you long for the bruises HE gave you. Swytch steps forward, forcing Sam to step back or get knocked over. Sam tries to stay where she was standing but decides being on the floor on her ass in front of this guy is a bad idea and she takes a step back. Sam: Oh? A step back is still a step too close. Swytch throws out his hand, grabbing a handful of Sam's hair and twisting it, kinking her neck awkwardly. With some force he buckles her knees under her, holding her up by the hair. Sam yelps, half from pain and half from shock. Swytch: I warned you once. When I let you go and turn my back, you will leave. If you stay... you won't be leaving under your own power. Understood? Swytch gives her hair another hard yank. Sam stays like that for a few seconds, weighing what Swytch just said. Finally she decides to not risk it, she does have a match this week and beating Max is more important than finding out if this guy is all talk or not, so she growls her agreement at him. Sam: Yes…I understand. Swytch pulls Sam up, allowing her feet to find themselves under her again. He rips his hand free of Sam's hair, then looks at her, not grinning and not scowling, just a blank face. Swytch turns his back to her, walking back into the darkness of the boiler room. Sam manages to not run to the door, she keeps her normal pace. When she gets to the door she stops to look around again before opening it and going out. She opens her mouth as though she’s going to say something, but closes it again thinking better of whatever it is she was about to say. Sam then opens the door and leaves Swytch alone to do whatever it is he does in there. Fade. |
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