Working Script

Six people are about to be subjected to their own personal hell, for the amusement of an old man, and his mysterious tiger.

 (6 people wake up in a room and notice a man sitting on a stool in the middle of a dark room, a tiger nearby chewing on some meat, seeming content with his meal)

[Light on Mr. Jones]

Mr. Jones: Welcome. By this point, you're probably a bit concerned with how you got here, and why I've brought you here. You've entered a world full of illusion, and you entered it the day you were born.. This isn't a magic show, this is pure, straight shot life. Some things here may be replicated, but it's a true test of your mind to determine what's real, and what's just another trick. You're apart of this grand stage show they call life, as much as that tiger sitting over there. He seems hungry. Maybe he'll pick you out? Doubtful though, he's rather tame. He'd prefer to ponder the many intricacies of the world rather than hunt. A prime example of the laziness that has overtaken many of you. That's why I've brought you six here, to give you this one of a kind opportunity. You will be subjected to pure horror. Why? Because, I've become a tired old man, and I need some fulfillment before I die, and frankly I can't stand to watch another No Name Snooki face-plant into her own vomit. So welcome to this world that I've created. Enjoy the ride.

[A hole opens up in the floor and John slides down, waving goodbye to his guests]

Wayne: What the f**k is this?!

Scarlet: How the hell did I get here? I shouldn't be here.. I need to ge-MY BABY! WHERE'S MY BABY?!

Bruce: Calm down! I'm sure your kid is fine, right now we need to focus on getting out of this room. 

Scarlet: But my baby...

Bruce: I'm sure your baby is fine, Ma'am. Now look around and see if you can see a light switch around here, we need vision.

[As if on cue, the lights flash on, momentarily blinding them.]

Wayne: This is ridiculous, I don't need this right now. I have better things to do. There's a door right there, look, it even says exit. I'm leaving. Have fun playing this old man's stupid games.

[Wayne crosses towards the door] 

[Upon touching the door, Wayne feels a sharp electric shock coarse through his arm and down his spine]

Wayne: OW! Son of a b***h!

[Mr. Jones voice is heard, but the guests can't figure out where the noise is coming from]

Mr. Jones: Ah, Wayne. I had a feeling you would take the easy way out of this, that's what that little shock was for. Easy laughs, it's good for the soul. Daddy isn't here to throw money at that door, Wayne. You'll be playing this game along with everybody else. Good luck.

Scarlet: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! 

Wayne: Shut up! I don't want to hear another word out of either of you!

[Bruce shoves Wayne against a wall]

Bruce: Listen up right now kid. If we don't work together to get out of here, we might never get out of here. Now you're young, I know you don't want to die here. But guess what, I've seen guys like this before, they're crazy. Dying old fools always need a laugh, pathetic. Now shape up, or I'm gonna put you down myself!

[Wayne spits in Bruce's face, causing Bruce to punch him sending him to the floor]

Wayne: F**k man! Okay, okay, just be cool. Don't hit me again!

Bruce: Alright, we need to look around, see if we can find any other exits. Maybe we can break that glass that we saw that old man standing behind.

Scarlet: Wait, didn't that guy said there were six of us? There's only three of us here, where do you think everybody else is?

Bruce: Yeah, yeah.. He did say that. Good. We're probably supposed to meet up with them. What are those?

[Bruce notices three boxes across the room, each one having one of their names written on it. Upon closer observation, they realize there's a box for Bruce, Wayne, but not one for Scarlet. The third box is labeled Lucy]

Scarlet: Wh-Where's my box? Who is Lucy? God, why is this happening. Okay Scarlet. Just calm yourself down. Hey, maybe I'm on that one show with that Kutcher fellow? Yeah, yeah.. This is all just a trick, right? Just an illusion... Like the guy said..

[Bruce and Wayne just give each other a knowing look]

Bruce: Listen, miss, Lucy is probably one of the other three, and she more than likely has your box. We'll find them, don't worry.

Wayne: Yeah, right. And who do you think you are, trying to take charge here? 

Bruce: Boy, before you speak to me in that tone again you best remember the pain I just brought you. I've been in... High stress situations before. I know how to handle myself.

Wayne: Right. And I'm just supposed to put my faith in some stranger I got thrown into a room with, for some sick old man. Just great.

Bruce: Just open your damn box.

[Wayne opens his box, inside it's a wallet containing his drivers license, and in a small pouch a tiny razor which he hides from the others]

Bruce: Damn, nothing. 

Wayne: Well, open yours! 

[Bruce opens his, but won't reveal what's inside]

Wayne: Come on, man! What's in the box? Tell me what's in the box!

[Bruce shoves Wayne back]

Bruce: It won't help us, it's completely unimportant.

Author's Note

This is just the very, very beginning. It's a very rough draft that I plan on revising eventually. I'd just like some feedback on the concept, dialogue, etc. Thank you.

Reviews

[Uc Amalu Jr]

Wonderful idea