PROLOGUE - RAVER ROADKILL
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT
Speeding through the
rolling hills in Northern California.
Very low light, just a
SLIVER OF A MOON. Very few STREET
LIGHTS. The background speckled with
LIGHTS here and there from FARMHOUSES and DAIRIES.
CLOSER TO THE ROAD
A white hatchback whizzes by
breakneck speed, right in front of our eyes. A
chongoed-out rice rocket
like a Honda Civic. High Revs.
3 INT. A HATCHBACK
Three RAVER KIDS in the
cab of the vehicle. The speakers blast the hottest latest dance mix.
Very fast, very loud. At
least 300 beats-per-minute.
Two ravers sit in the
front seat, while the third hangs in the back.
CANDYKITTY, lounging in
the back seat, snaps fingers and bounces feet at 300 BPM.
SUGAR-PIE, the driver,
sucks on a lollipop while speeding through the dark countryside.
In the front seat, BUTTERFLY, the
passenger, checks the web browser on a cell phone.
backside of the cell phone is a sticker of a BUTTERFLY.
Okee, okee, I got
it. What’s the didge?
CANDYKITTY pulls a
Chicken Dance flyer from under his butt. He
turns it over to the blank side, where “N O
L I P S” is written in
gel-ink. Underneath the letters are
numbers and decimals: “14.151.291.619”
fourteen... one fifty one...
One fifty one.
I love the Bacardi
Two nine one.
it. Hey, it’s comin’ up.
Cool whatcha got?
There it is! Orsini’s
Barn! There’s a picture an’
4 EXT. ROAD – same
A JACK RABBIT flashes
across the road, emblazoned by the headlights of the car.
The car swerves out of
showing lots of leg,
suddenly flashed by the headlights of the car.
Sixteen. Her hair blond
and full, catching any breeze out
there in the
country. Her SHIRT ripped and the tails
are tied together over her belly button. Big
breasts. Very short
THE HATCHBACK screeches
to a stop just before her.
INT. CABIN OF THE VEHICLE
SUGAR-PIE chokes on the
Eden RIPS OPEN the car
door. Metal and plastic CRACK and TWIST
Not for long.
Adam sticks his head in the
He’s got short dark
hair, slicked down to make it even blacker than natural.
At seventeen, his face is fresh, olive skin,
high cheek bones. His eyes cold,
steel-grey, unfeeling. No smile on his
lips. He gaze is very intense, as if
he’s trying to focus on what he’s looking at.
BUTTERFLY SCREAMS and
thrusts her hands up to protect herself.
Where did you come
Eden pulls SUGAR-PIE
from the car. From outside, the sound of
FLESH RIPPING AND CERVICAL BONES SNAPPING make the other two ravers
Adam pulls BUTTERFLY
half way through the window and lunges at her neck.
The CELL PHONE flies
from her hand, landing on the dark pavement of the road, spinning.
CANDYKITTY pushes open
the hatchback of the civic and crawls out, trying to scramble away.
He bumps into a pair of
CANDYKITTY looks up to
see a tall boy with a big nose and a maniacal grin on his face looking
smiles even wider as he looks into CANDYKITTY’s eyes.
CANDYKITTY nearly jumps
out of his skin and tries to scramble backward, crab-like.
LIZARD reaches down and
grabs his shoulder, holding him steady.
What’s your name?
LIZARD bends down to
take CANDYKITTY’s face in both hands and pulls him up,
face-to-face. With his preternaturally
long tongue, he licks
CANDYKITTY’s face up
6 C.U. LIZARD’S MOUTH
COBRA-LIKE FANGS swing from underneath the roof of
mouth. They drip with saliva, just before piercing