But for now, it's just an idea in the earliest infancy of development. As it matures, I will share bits of it here for your amusement and my assessment (in the best attempt at screenplay format I can manage on this blog). So now to kick it off, here is the opening scene of...
FLASH BLACK
by Rebecca Ahn
INT. SMALL ROOM
The sound of a gun cocks.
A VOICE from the darkness: 'Any last words?'
A black sack is pulled off of BRYNA BLACK's head and the scene slowly comes into focus. Bryna sits in the middle of a small dark room on a dingy metal chair, her hands tied behind her back. The rest of the room is empty, except for one hanging lightbulb shining straight down into her face, making her squint. Through the light's bright beam, she can barely see the outline of a dark figure in a long cloak and top hat. As Bryna stares at the figure, her face adjusts to the light, and her features settle into an indifferent expression.
BRYNA: 'Nothing clever comes to mind.'
MAN IN TOP HAT: 'That's a first. Nothing you want to be remembered by?'
Bryna cocks her head to the side, looking away from the light to scan the empty darkness around her.
BRYNA: 'There's nothing here I want to remember. So why should it remember me?'
MAN IN TOP HAT: 'Interesting choice of words. I'll just count those then, shall I?'
The figure in the top hat turns and nods to someone next to Bryna, off screen. A fist comes flying in from the side (off camera) and punches Bryna across the face. She whips her head back from the impact and spits blood at her unseen attacker.
MAN IN TOP HAT: 'Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're going to have to learn how to play nice.'
Bryna's expression gives way to her brewing anger. (CLOSEUP - Bryna's Face) Her nostrils flare and her eyes open so wide they seem to swallow all the light coming from the one blinding bulb. Her breath quickens and her pulse races madly, so loud the beating seems to fill the room with its ominous rhythm. Her body knows the end is near, and is trying to squeeze every last heartbeat of life into the time it has left.
(BACK TO SCENE) The man in the top hat laughs, then turns to walk out of the room. He pauses at the door and turns back to Bryna.
MAN IN TOP HAT: 'Oh, and give my regards to your sister.'
He closes the door behind him, its square of darkness slowly growing larger, pressing the outside light into a smaller and smaller sliver. The door is so heavy that when it finally shuts completely, it echoes a loud thud around the small room that causes the one remaining lightbulb to start swinging.
Bryna's anger has doubled now, and her fierce features are lit up like fire each time the bulb swings past her face. She sits there stewing under the swaying light for a second or two. Then suddenly, the swinging light clicks off, and the looming darkness swallows up the rest of the small room. Nothing can be seen, and the only sounds are the pounding of Bryna's thumping pulse and her heavy breaths. Bryna is alone.
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Stay tuned for the next installment of Flash Black!
