WARNING!
What follows is, for the most part, a story of complete and utter fiction. That is to say, what follows is completely and utterly made-up. Then again, maybe it isn’t entirely. If you are one, like me, who skims headlines and news stories, then perhaps this story might be true. Perhaps this story could be found between the lines of all those grisly articles about all the things that seem to make up the news of our current and everyday lives.
The following is just a story. Any similarity between actual people, places and/or events is most likely coincidental. The events that follow did not happen between the dates of August 3rd and December 16tth. And the year was definitely not 2006. With that out of the way, let me further preface this story with the following:
The lens is out of focus so the only thing that is really visible is a blur of dark colors. Crickets sound in the background and the audience is left feeling disoriented and, perhaps if the director does his job properly, nervous. Suddenly the chirp of crickets is intermixed with the sounds of heavy breathing. Soon that breathing completely overtakes everything and the crickets are forgotten. It’s just the audience, a blurry collage of muted blacks, greens and dark blues and that overly audible breathing.
What follows is, for the most part, a story of complete and utter fiction. That is to say, what follows is completely and utterly made-up. Then again, maybe it isn’t entirely. If you are one, like me, who skims headlines and news stories, then perhaps this story might be true. Perhaps this story could be found between the lines of all those grisly articles about all the things that seem to make up the news of our current and everyday lives.
The following is just a story. Any similarity between actual people, places and/or events is most likely coincidental. The events that follow did not happen between the dates of August 3rd and December 16tth. And the year was definitely not 2006. With that out of the way, let me further preface this story with the following:
The lens is out of focus so the only thing that is really visible is a blur of dark colors. Crickets sound in the background and the audience is left feeling disoriented and, perhaps if the director does his job properly, nervous. Suddenly the chirp of crickets is intermixed with the sounds of heavy breathing. Soon that breathing completely overtakes everything and the crickets are forgotten. It’s just the audience, a blurry collage of muted blacks, greens and dark blues and that overly audible breathing.
Then the camera shifts and very slowly a pale form came into focus. The breathing remains loud and thunderous and very much off-screen. The lens gives a slightly sharper detail and the audience can vaguely tell that the form is a naked body. A naked body covered in splatters of blood. It still looks like everything viewed through fogged glass. Then the body moves. The body is being dragged and the audience, because they are smart, can infer that the person making with the heavy breathing is the one dragging it.
The breathing is interrupted every now and again with a few well placed grunts and groans. The dragger is finding this task to be difficult, but completely necessary. Zoom in on the naked body. The lens comes to fully focus.
Her face is cut up and scared forever. Not beyond recognition, because her lovely blue eyes remain open and focused somewhere off in the distance. Somewhere very much off screen. Her lips, supple and moist, are barely parted and uncut. Her nose is broken and it once must have been angelic and near perfect. She is a blonde.
The body stops moving. The audience can hear her legs plop back down onto the tall, wet grass with an audible thud. More off-screen panting. The camera remains focused on the girl’s face. It zooms closer to her eyes. The breathing is replaced again with the sounds of crickets chirping.
And then the screen is just a single blue eye that had once been alive. And then the screen cuts to black and in bold, red letters is replaced with:
THE KILLERS
by Corey Fleming
LISTING
1. Jenny Was A Friend of Mine
2. Mark
3. Mr. Brightside
4. Kyle
5. Smile Like You Mean It
6. Natalie
7. Somebody Told Me
8. Andy
9. All These Things That I’ve Done
10. Kyle II
11. Andy, You’re a Star
12. Jennifer
13. On Top
14. Mark II
15. Believe Me Natalie
16. Natalie II
17. Midnight Show
18. Andy II
19. Everything Will Be Alright
20. Justin
21. Glamorous Indie Rock & Roll
22. Credits
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