the Script of Warped Reality

Part #2

HARRY – Youliterally just finished eating your breakfast burger. And we'vebarely left the town. Gestures to houses a hundred metres behind.

JASON – Standsup and puffs out chest indignantly A growing man has to eatHarry. I mean, I can hardly take food advice from you: you look likea stick that grew chicken legs!

HARRY – Mildlyamused And yet for being so grown up and superior you can barelywalk a few hundred metres without collapsing in a panting heap.

JASON – Well I'dbe fine if I wasn't carrying such a heavy bag! It's like I have thismagnet clamped on my back pulling me down to the earths core,squeezing the air out of me and dragging me like a monster to themurky depths of a suffocating lake -

HARRY – Oh forgods sake, give it here! Jason instantly perks up and pawns offbag to Harry who takes it begrudgingly and slings it over othershoulder Oof! What do you have in here?

JASON –Stretching languidly Oh, you know, just the essentials.

HARRY – Yeahsure, totally feels like the bare essentials.

JASON – I didn'tsay the 'bare' essentials. Just the essentials grins evilly

HARRY – Remind mewhy I even needed you?

JASON – SmuglyBecause you're helpless to cipher your cipher without me.

HARRY – God helpme.

JASON – Agreed.Pats Harry's arm. Come on then, we've got a red dot to get to!Both continue along road, Jason happier and Harry looking slightlyannoyed.

Lieutenant Forks jerks awake,looking around the dark room taking in the stone walls and drabappearance, the metal door with only a few iron bars creating theonly view out. He gets up, pushing off of the narrow bed with thinand threadbare mattress and coughs, leaning against the wall. Hetouches the back of his head where the bar hit him, finding a swollenlump there crusted with blood, and moves to the bars, looking out. Hesees nothing but hardpacked earth in a sort of corridor leading awayeither side of his cell, and at one end just a crack of light fromthe vague outline of a door.

Suddenly there's the sound of a doorand voices can be heard from behind the door Forks can see, and hedraws back into his cell. There's a louder sound of a door openingthen footsteps and his cell door is pushed open and a group of peopleenter. He reaches for his gun, then realises he has been completelydisarmed. A few people dressed in black grab him and push his armsbehind his back, cuffing him and putting a hessian sack over hishead, before leading him out the cell and down a few corridors andinto a room with glass walls and metal struts, a solitary chair inthe centre of it which they shove Forks into, securing his handsaround the back of the seat, then stepping back, two of them eitherside slightly behind him like security guards.

There's a few seconds of silencebefore the door to the chamber swings open again and another personclad all in black enters the room, though this persons face isclearly visible and have a heavy weapons belt. Person circles Forksslowly,taking him in from every angle.

PERSON – Thereare two ways we can do this. I ask you the questions, and you give methe answers and you go back to your cell unharmed. If, however, yourefuse to give me answers, or I think you are lying... let's just saywe have no qualms about using more forceful methods of extractinginformation from you. So, we'll start easy. What's your name? Forksdoesn't respond, staring dead ahead. Person finishes their circle andmoves back around to the front of him, standing with hands claspedbehind his back. I'll ask again. What is your name? Forkscontinues to stare straight ahead, though now a thin sheen of sweatbreaks out over his forehead. A few mores seconds pass, then theperson slams hands down either side of Forks' chair in a sudden furyWHAT IS YOUR NAME?! Forks' throat bobs, but he continues tostare directly ahead, not quite at the persons face but somehow pastit.