the life- a box of fortune EP2

the life- a box of fortune EP2

A Story by wolf5252
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comedy series

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life episode 2: a box of fortune. {time} max (20:00 min) min (13:00 min)  

(andrew is walking home with the box. he analyzes it.) 

andrew:hmmm... i dont understand this...

(andrew opens the box and moves the money over to see what the inner walls of the box look like. there are strange glowing symbols)

andrew: how is it glowing? there must be like batteries or something.

(andrew shuts the box and flips it upside down and tries to look for some type of place for batteries)

mark: hey! (mark shouts as he grabs andrews shoulders scaring him. andrew drops the box.)

andrew: d****t! (andrew scurries to pick up the box)

mark:dude. your such a wimp.

andrew: what the hell! this box has a lot of money in it! we have to be carful!

mark: uh? why?

andrew: i dont know. it could explode or something.

mark: its just a box with money.

andrew: yeah but theres like...weird symbols and stuff. i just found the box when we moved here and i never opened it till yesterday.

mark:wow. thats lame. i cant beleive your scared of some voodoo box thing. here let me see it.

andrew: no!

(andrew and mark fight over the box)

mark: give me the box!

andrew: no! what the f**k is wrong with you?!?

(andrew throws mark off of him and mark falls into the road. a car then hits mark splattering blood everywhere)

andrew: holy s**t! oh gosh! oh gosh!

(andrew runs over to marks mangled body)

andrew: mark! mark!

(andrew flips mark on to his back. he then sees his eye dangling from his face. but the eye is hanging by a wire.)

andrew: oh my go- oh?

(andrew pulls the eye out of the socket. he looks into the eye hole to see a red light flashing and what looks like a bunch of machinery.)

andrew: what the hell?

person from car: get away from him! oh god! honey call the police!

(andrew stands back on the side walk holding the box in his hand. he has a deep glare on whats going on)

person from car: oh god! oh s**t!

(andrew continues to stare at whats going on. the ambulance arrives)

medic: step away sir. we got this taking care of.

(the medic puts mark on a stretcher and into the ambulance. the ambulance immediately rushes away from the scene with its sirens on) 

person from car: oh god...(sobs) oh lord why...

(the person from the car is now on his knees at the scene and his wife tries to comfort him)

andrew: what the hell... (andrew whispers) 

(New scene. andrew is at home ready to eat with his family)

dad: so... how was school?

andrew: i dont want to talk about it... (andrew is moving his fork around his plate)

mom: alright heres dinner.

(mom plops down a disgusting weird food consisting of maggots and hair. andrew and dad look at each other) 

dad: umm... 

mom: is there a problem?

(andrew puts his fork into the strange meatloaf thing and puts some on his plate)

andrew: theres bugs in this...

mom: yes. maybe you will PICK UP YOUR S**T! that meatloaf consist of hairs in the sink and drain. piss from around the toilet. maggots from the corner of the garage where one of you peed. and so much more.

dad: well... lets get pizza!

(mom looks angrily at dad and she walks away with her arms down and a angry look)

(scene cuts to andrew in his room. hes writing in a journal)

andrew: october 6. a few days ago i got a box from under a floor board. it has what seems like a infinite amount of money. but thats not even the strangest thing. theres glowing symbols in the walls of the box. its so weird. and mark was acting crazy. he tried to take the box from me and he got hit by a car. it was insane. but... something was weird. his eye-

(dad opens door)

dad: hey son, what are you up to?

andrew: what the f**k are you doing in here! get out!

(dad walks in and sits down on andrews bed)

andrew: if you and mom are getting a divorce go tell someone that actually cares.

dad: well thats uplifting... 

andrew: what do you want?

dad: i heard about your friend...

andrew: yah? well we all die some time.

dad: want to talk about it?

andrew: oh yes dad, totally. i totally want to talk about death. that sounds so epic dad.

dad: well if you ever need to talk im here. the worlds a cruel place. but were a family, and we can survive terrible things together. 

(mom begins yelling)

mom: jack! get the f**k in here! theres piss all over the place! jack!

dad: (breathes) coming dear.

(dad begins to exit room but stops for a moment) 

dad: if you need anything you can always talk to m-

mom: jack! 

dad: coming!

dad: i love you son

mom: jack!

dad: d****t! im coming!

mom: dont get smart with me! your the one who pissed everywhere!

(door shuts. andrew turns off his light and lies in bed.)

andrew: that was so messed up... 

(andrew looks over at the box. it was sitting on top of his school bag)

andrew: i have a feeling that box is bad... but... time will tell. 

(andrew turns over in bed. the box begins to flicker with light)  

(new scene. morning)

mom: you have no right to be in here without a warrant!

(door opens. andrew is sleeping)

fbi: get your a*s up!

andrew: what the-

(fbi agent grabes andrew and throws him to the floor)

dad: hey what the hell!

andrew: gosh! help! what the hell!

dad: move over honey (dad says pushing over mom)

(dad aims a rifle at the fbi agent)

dad: get the f**k away from my son.

(the fbi agent stands straight up and touches dads hand. dad falls to the floor)

mom: oh god!

andrew: what the hell did you do!?!

fbi: andrew connor. your wanted for federal crime. 

andrew: what crime?

fbi: thats classified.

(andrew kicks the fbi agent and runs to his desk and pulls out a knife)

andrew: i always hated you a******s!

(andrew stabs the fbi agent in the throat. the agent dies)

mom: oh god... were in trouble. 

(andrew backs away and quickly begins to pack things.)

mom: what are you doing?

andrew: im leaving! this is crazy!

(andrew puts the journal along with other things in his bag. he then grabs the box and opens it. the symbols are neon green and glowing now.)

mom: what the hell is that andrew!?! is that... you had money this hole time? what the f**k andrew!

(andrew shatters his room window)

andrew: tell me how you like eating your own meatloaf in hell.

(andrew then jumps out the window and lands perfectly and begins to run.)

mom: andrew! andrew you get your a*s back here! an-

(fbi agents swarm the house and tackle down the mom. andrew keeps running and running, finally he ends up running into someones garage) 

andrew: oh gosh...(breathes) oh gosh...

(someone walks up behind andrew.)

andrew: ahh! rubin?

rubin: dude. get out of my parents garage. 

andrew: i need your help. can i please stay here?

rubin: hell no dude my parents will lose there-

(andrew shows rubin the money)

rubin: stay as long as you need. by the way, whats up with all the police at your house and why is your mom being detained?

(andrew looks out a window in the garage) 

mom: you a******s! get off me! i did nothing wrong! im perfect! jack? jack!

(dad is passed out and being held by cops behind mom)

dad: no, poo,poo, in applesauce... (unconscious) 

mom: jack! jack!

(dad drools)

mom: you have no right to take us! i will sue yo- zzzzzh!

(mom gets shot by a taser and both are thrown into a swat van)

rubin: woah... drug bust?

andrew: uhh... yeah. my mom has a meth lab.

rubin: and you never told me? gosh dude, you have everything!

andrew: yah, yah.

rubin: theres a mattress right along the wall.

(andrew moves the mattress to the window side of the garage)  

andrew: oh god. theres a used cond-

rubin: shhhhh. beggars cant be- 

andrew: i know! gosh... but if i get aids or something i swear ill kill you.

rubin: whatever man. anyways im going to hang out with kamal. later were going to marks funeral, want to go?

andrew: no, im good. ill just stay here.

rubin: ok whatever. see yah later.

(rubin grabs his bike and leaves threw a garage door in the back of the garage. andrew looks over at the mattress.) 

andrew: ...home sweet home...

(he un packs a bit of his things. he grabs his journal and looks into the box)

andrew: hmm... 

(he begins drawing the symbols into his journal) 

andrew: wait... i recognize those symbols!  

(andrew grabs his journal and the box. he sneaks out of the garage and makes his way to another house. he gets into a trash can with wheels on the back, he leans inside the trash can causing it to move across the street and fall over. andrew then rolls his way to the front door of the house. he knocks on the door) 

kamal: hello?

andrew: quick! what do these symbols mean?

kamal: just cause i be indian, you think i know other speech?

(andrew opens the box)

kamal:ohhhh!

andrew: well?

kamal: hm... its urdu.

andrew: ok? and? what does it mean kamal?

kamal: hm... it says "box of evil. one. united states. code one, eleven, two, five, eighteen, nineteen" 

(andrew throws money at kamal and runs back to rubins. he then quickly wrights down what kamal said) 

andrew: box of evil... maybe thats why those people are after me... well... im going to sleep... school tomorrow. (lies in bed) if they come after me, ill give them the box.

(rubin walks in with his bike)

rubin: going to sleep already?

andrew: yep. better to wake up early than late.

rubin: its the middle of the day.

andrew: so? 

rubin: and just because we dont have school today doesnt mean you should skip marks funeral.

andrew: im going to sleep.

rubin: you cant-

andrew: sleeping!

rubin: that was are fr-

andrew: sleeping!

rubin: stop being a bit-

andrew: i cant hear you cause im sleeping.

rubin: whatever! you know if you died mark would have shown up to your funeral. (walks out of garage and slams door)

andrew: its to bad marks not real...

(andrew rolls over and slowly closes his eyes)

(end)

© 2018 wolf5252


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im a actor and writer. i like wolves and i hope to eventually make this my job. i make romantic adventure stories and comedy shows and shorts. im a 19 year old male. more..

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