A Little Blurb on the True Inner Voice

The seemingly endless search for one’s true voice.   Yesterday I heard mine.   It terrified me greatly.    In time, you will see this voice beaming through the writing.   In the meantime, I’ll post more of the script which I had titled Descent.

               INT. LOG CABIN - NIGHT

               Only a few items are illuminated.   A rusty lantern.   A
               clouded up mirror.   A clay mug.    

               Glass SHATTERS.

               A hand reaches through the open pane, turns the knob. 
               Someone stumbles through the dark, ignites a match which
               powers the lantern.  Light fills the room.

               Damian approaches the bed.  Shakes the lump underneath the
               wool blanket.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Hey.   Why was the door locked?

               Will, shirtless and half asleep, crawls out from underneath
               the wool blanket.

                                   WILL
                         What?

                                   DAMIAN
                         You didn't hear me come in?

                                   WILL
                         No.

                                   DAMIAN
                         I had to break the glass.  Why was
                         it locked?

                                   WILL
                         It was locked?

               Damian moves further into the bed.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Yeah.  Move over.

                                   WILL
                         You're here so late.

                                   DAMIAN
                         I got here as soon as I could.

               Damian sprawls out on the bed.

                                   WILL
                         You stink.

               Will crawls over Damian, reaches for the cooler.  Pulls out a
               beer.  POPS the cap off.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Where the hell'd you get that?

                                   WILL
                         The store.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Which store?

                                   WILL
                             (laughs)
                         The store.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Got another?

               Will hands Damian another beer.   Their fingers rub against
               one another.

                                   WILL
                         What's up with your hand?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Ah, it's nothing.

                                   WILL
                         Grabbed the honey locust, didn't
                         ya?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Something like that.  

                                   WILL
                         Didn't think you'd make it.

                                   DAMIAN
                         What?  And leave you here to rot?

                                   WILL
                         I wouldn't rot.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Will, listen, there's someone else
                         here.

                                   WILL
                         Here?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Not here here.  On the island.

                                   WILL
                         Who?

                                   DAMIAN
                         I don't know.   A figure ran past
                         me.    

                                   WILL
                         Human?

               Damian nods.

               Will takes a wrinkled shirt off the floor.  Reaches for his
               boots.

                                   DAMIAN
                         You can't be serious!

                                   WILL
                         We gotta find him.

                                   DAMIAN
                         I just got here.  I wanna sleep,
                         man.

                                   WILL
                         Then sleep.  I'm gonna find him.

               Will rushes out the door.

               EXT. LOG CABIN - NIGHT

               Will pulls the floorboard off the porch.  Retrieves a rifle.  
               Grabs a hemp satchel loaded with bullets.  Tosses the satchel
               over his shoulder.  As he steps off the porch, a hand stops
               him.

                                   DAMIAN
                         I'm coming with you.

                                   WILL
                         Thought you wanted to sleep.

                                   DAMIAN
                         I do. Let's go.

               EXT. RURAL ROAD - NIGHT

               Damian reaches out, preventing Will from walking any further.

                                   DAMIAN
                         It was right around here.

               Will pushes past Damian.  Cocks the rifle.  Disappears into
               the brush.

                                   DAMIAN (CONT'D)
                         Will!  Where the...

               Damian follows after him.

               EXT. WOODS - DAWN

               Damian lags thirty feet behind Will.  At a boulder, he stops,
               leans against it.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Will!

               Will doesn't stop.

                                   DAMIAN (CONT'D)
                         C'mon, dude, what the fuck!  We've
                         circled this island five times.  
                         The sun's coming up.

               Trembling, Will stops.  He turns back at Damian.  Charges
               after him. Pointing the loaded rifle at him.

                                   WILL
                         Did you see a figure or not?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Yes.  I'm pretty sure I did.  

               The rifle inches from Damian's forehead, Will cocks the
               rifle.

                                   WILL
                         I could kill you.

                                   DAMIAN
                         I know, Will.  But you won't.  You
                         need me.

               Will lowers the rifle. Shuffles in uncertainty.

                                   WILL
                         Didn't meant to...

               Will falls to the ground.   Tears drip down his cheek.

                                   DAMIAN
                         It's fine.

                                   WILL
                         No, it's not.  I don't like what
                         I'm becoming.

               Will tears the rifle off, throws it over a stump.

                                   DAMIAN
                         It's only temporary.   

                                   WILL
                         Bullshit.

               Will crawls over to the rifle, throws it over his body.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Onward?

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