Atlas City

 

FADE IN

 

INT. CAR-NIGHT

 

DET. WILLIS

(O.S.)

Vampires; creatures that roam in the dark, feasting on the blood of the innocent, their only fear is the nights end into sunrise. With no heart beat, and no soul they do not regret, and the only way to kill them is a stake in the heart, or beheading them. Thank God they do not exist on earth. The closest to a vampire in this world are those youth, black nail polish, black trench coat, black lipstick, and black eye liner, their face with so much makeup it’s almost deathly pale. None of ‘em though ever feasted on blood, at least to my knowledge. As I sit here now, I’m thinking of taking those words back. You know, of vampires being non-existent.

Ah, twenty years a detective, maybe I’m just going crazy. But it’s hard to accept the fact that a human would kill Margaret Frat, a prostitute found in her hotel room with her skull crushed open and her blood drunken.

Welcome to Atlas city, many gruesome deaths occur here, but not unusual like this. Whoever this sick b*****d is, I wanted to be the one to slay him. Right now though, I’m thinking of steak/stake. Not the wooden stick that you stab in a vampire’s heart, but the big juicy slab of meat waiting at home for me. 9pm, and I am hungry, most people wouldn’t eat after what they’ve seen, but i'm used to it. 

The Atlas Vampire that is what they call the killer.  

 

INT. 56 GREENPLY CRESCENT-NIGHT

 

                        MRS. WILLIS

You’re home, about time.

 

      DET. WILLIS

Another gruesome murder

 

      MRS. WILLIS

What’s new? You should quit your job, this ain’t healthy you know. Such gruesome deaths these days, some sick people, does it ever bother you?

 

      DET. WILLIS

I’m used to it now

 

      MRS. WILLIS

That’s what scares me

 

Willis makes his way into the kitchen, his food cold on the table. Mrs. Willis follows him

 

      MRS. WILLIS

What happened this time?

 

      DET. WILLIS

You don’t want to know. Why do you want to know?

 

     

 

 

      MRS. WILLIS

I’m curious as to what you’re seeing these days. And how bad can it be? What can be worse then your last case

 

      DET. WILLIS

The Atlas Vampire-

 

      MRS. WILLIS

Vampire? You are going crazy!! Why do you still do this, you no longer show any disgust at the talk of these deaths.

 

      WILLIS

Consequent other sick remorseless killers like the one that killed my son. For him.

 

      MRS. WILLIS

Our son and you never cared! I was holding him in my hands when he died, one look and then you run away to catch the killer. You knew his face; you could have got him any day.

 

      WILLIS

As I was saying, the woman was found with her blood drunken out of her. I’m going to find the killer. Let me eat

 

      MRS WILLIS

Eat?! Pathetic. Seeing death doesn’t throw you off, but talking about it does?

 

Mr. Willis ignores his wife, as he starts to cut into his steak. The meat is a little red, could’ve been cooked for a few minutes more. But it does not matter to him, as he continues to eat his steak almost barbarically.

 

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INT. HOTEL-DAY

 

Willis is knocking on the door of the neighbour of the victim. Call him, Mirgy Kujinks, a man in his forties. He opens the door, his back is hunched, and his room smells like dead rats.

 

            WILLIS

I’m detective Willis; just have a few questions on the murder of Margaret Frat.

 

 

            KUJINKS

Ah, yes. It came true, haha! Can you believe it!? It came true.

 

 

            WILLIS

What came true?

 

            KUJINKS

A vampire! My belief in ‘em, one finally exposed itself. And right in the room beside me, ain’t that a fancy.

 

Willis stares at him with an awkward look.

 

            KUJINKS

Come in, come in. I have to show you something

 

Kujinks leads him into a room, one wall with two large framed pictures of Bela Lugosi and Gary Oldman, both as Dracula.

 

            Kujinks

Don’t that look cool.  I got it from a store down on Cagin street. Closed now, unfortunately

 

            WILLIS

I’m not here to look at you’re fantasies, I’m here to ask you a few questions.

 

            KUJINKS

Of course! Of course! I’m sure you take pride in some of your “fantasies” as you call it. Thought I share it, you know.

 

            WILLIS

What were you doing on the night of February 23?

 

            KUJINKS

February 23^rd....gotta think back on that one.

 

A short pause as Kujinks tries to remember

 

            KUJINKS

A Saturday, wasn’t it?

 

            WILLIS

Yes

 

            KUJINKS

Every Saturday night, I’m watching Dracula. Never get tired of it, never.

 

 

            WILLIS

Did you hear any suspicious noises that night

 

 

 

            KUJINKS

            (Transylvanian accent)

I’ve come to drink your blood

 

                        WILLIS

What? Answer the question

 

 

            KUJINKS

I didn’t hear nothing. Just myself and my movie.

 

            WILLIS

Did you know the victim? She had any boyfriend?

 

            KUJINKS

I rarely see her. Maybe once or twice. Those kind of clothing, whaddaya call it. Those you know..screw me now kind of clothing

 

            WILLIS

Prostitute?

 

            KUJINKS

Yes, yes! Prostitute. When she was out at night, I’m in my room. But I did see one girl, her name was Morgan. Margaret called him into her room. She knocked on my door by accident. That was like a couple weeks ago.

 

            WILLIS

Morgan?

 

            KUJINKS

Yes, a twenty something girl. Dressed so dark and different. Maybe it’s her, is that what a vampire looks like these days?

 

            WILIS

Well, thank you for your time.

 

            KUJINKS

Watch your back now. Remember stake through the heart, if you plan on finding this vampire.

           

 

            WILLIS (O.S.)

Morgana, that was my nephew’s name. A creepy little b***h Never liked her. Why am I under the impression it’s the same girl?

 

INT. CAFÉ-DAY

 

Willis is sitting in a café, eyeing one of the waitresses. She notices him and approaches

 

      WILLIS

Sheena, right?

 

      SHEENA

Yes, this ‘bout the murder?

 

      WILLIS

Just a couple questions, sit down

 

      SHEENA

Questions, questions, I shouldn’t have called y’all. What is it you want?

 

      WILLIS

You’re pretty good friends with Margaret, weren’t you?

 

      SHEENA

She brought me into the business.

 

      WILLIS

Was she close with anyone?

 

      SHEENA

It’s her job; she fucked many guys, what kind of question is that?

 

      WILLIS

Don’t s**t around with me, I don’t got time for mouths like yours You know what I mean.

     

      SHEENA

No time for my mouth, I’m sure you could use a good lil’ something. You know what I mean?

 

Willis stares at her coldly

 

      SHEENA

And don’t give me the “I have a wife”. You and your wives, don’t y’all inspectors have any fun in life?

 

      WILLIS

Keep avoiding the question, you looking like a suspect yourself. How bout’ Morgan...does that ring a bell?

 

      SHEENA

No...Yes. Morgan. Sexy gal. She and Mar were really close. Not like lesbian or anything, just did strange things together.

 

      WILLIS

Like what.

 

      SHEENA

They acted like they loved each other, sometimes they'd even sleep together. But Mar was no lesbian, neither was Morgan. They both had their own love lives with different guys.

 

      WILLIS

You know Margaret’s boyfriend?

 

      SHEENA

Na, never saw him. She talked bout it him though a lot.

 

WILLIS

Do you know the last name of Morgan?

 

      SHEENA

Something like...Will, Willy

 

      WILLIS

Willis?

 

      SHEENA

Yes, that’s it!

 

Willis gets up, ignoring Sheena.

 

      SHEENA

You know where I work, come back tomorrow, I may have more answers.

                                   

                       

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INT. 56 GREEPLY CRESCENT

 

      WILLIS

It turns out; Morgana has something to do with this.

 

      Mrs. Willis

Morgana! That creepy nephew of yours?

      WILLIS

Yeah

 

      MRS. WILLIS

Oh you’re getting off this case right now. As soon as it becomes family, I don’t want you part of it.

 

      WILLIS

She may not even be the killer, just a suspect.

 

      MRS. WILLIS

So what if she is or isn’t? It’s still somehow connected. You really don’t care, do you? It’ll all about catching the killer. In this city there is no catching, mostly killing these sick f***s, as you try to defend yourselves. You don’t care who it is, they’re all the same to you.

 

      WILLIS

Don’t be talking to me like that!

 

      MRS. WILLIS

Did I tell you how much this is suicide.

 

      WILLIS

You say that every time. My job is suicide, everyday my life is at risk. Twenty years, and I’m still alive.

 

      MRS. WILLIS

That don’t make you invincible. One of these days, you won’t be alive.

 

      WILLIS

No confidence in me now?

 

      MRS. WILLIS

You have too much confidence. And that ain’t good to have.

But why am I even talking, you never listen! Go out there, find your Atlas vampire, if that’s what you want.

Maybe you’ll find yourself in heaven, see our son again, eh. Maybe all those people too, who got killed thanking you for putting your life at risk to kill their killer. My husband, admirable Adam. Heh.

 

      WILLIS

Screw this!

 

      Short of words, Willis storms out of the house in an angry fit.

 

 

(end scene)

INT. MORGANA'S APARTMENT ROOM-NIGHT

 

Detective Willis knocks on the door. it opens into a darkened room, except for the single light of a lamp on a desk placed against the opposite wall of the room. A FIGURE of a man can be seen sitting, garmented in all black clothing, with a hood over his head.

 

DETECTIVE WILLIS

Put your hands where I can see them!

 

MAN

Have you seen Dracula, Mr. Willis?

 

DETECTIVE

Stand up and put your hands in the air

 

The FIGURE takes off his hood, and stands up. He faces toward Willis, it’s MASKIN. His sleeves are rolled up, many cuts down his arms, with a fresh new wound that had just been cut open with the knife in his hand.

 

      MASKIN

So much pleasure. The adrenaline of the blood rushing down my arm, the warm flow of it. Every victim means a new cut. I have six. This Morgan girl, she was a delight. But any blood...

 

Maskin takes a deep breath, as if he was out in the Bahamas, enjoying the fresh summer air

     

 

MASKIN

The taste of it

 

Maskin licks down his bloodied arm...He sighs in euphoria

 

      MR. WILLIS

Put your hands in the air and drop the f*****g knife

 

Maskin raises his hands, still holding the knife

     

      MASKIN

tasting those b*****s blood, is alot more pleasurable than f*****g them.

                 

            (MORE)

      MASKIN (CON’T)

 I’m sure you agree with me. You’ve seen so many gruesome deaths. decapitation, laceration, chopped up bodies, surely aren’t as bad as my method. You must love the sight of blood for not quitting your job after twenty years.

 

 

      MR. WILLIS

 I’m saying this one more time, drop the f*****g knife or I will shoot

 

      MASKIN

I am already dead.

 

With that, Maskin charges at Willis screaming at the top of his lungs, knife still in his hand. Willis shoots once, twice, the man is still charging but slower, Willis shoots a third time as Maskin takes a stab at him, getting the knife in his ribs, as Willis dodges. Maskin falls on his knees

 

      MASKIN

I am Dracula. Hehehe.

 

Maskin drops the knife, and places his hand over the bullet holes in his body, blood leaking out. He then rubs his face in his hand. Willis puts the gun at his forehead, Maskin still laughing away.

     

      WILLIS

Dracula? Survive this sick f**k.

 

Willis shoots him a fourth time, point blank between his eyes. Willis soon collapses, sitting against a wall, the stab wound too much for him. .

 

      WILLIS

      (O.S.)

If this man is the closest to a vampire, then a vampire is easier than I thought to kill. I should’ve quit when Nancy told me to. They both made a good point… why do I enjoy my job so much? It’s not bravery that forces me to go up against criminals.

 

                                                                                                                       

Willis is shown still sitting, the dead body of Maskin in front of him. Whether Willis will survive remains to be seen

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                         THE END