Originally posted by The Surviver
thanks, digi
this is one of my scripts
characterinfo and such, i dont have yet
Script for the story part 1
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1985, New Jersey:
Hank Foreman, member of the local mafia, decides to stop and settle down for a normal life.
The reason is that his wife didn\'t knew what his work was, himself calling it \"anonymous business\",
but suddenly, while shopping, saw her man threatening another man in a backyard:
\"I will give you one more day. Big Al don\'t like to wait. He don\'t care if you dies, you owe him money,
and if they aren\'t paid by tomorrow...\", then he discovered his wife saw it.
Hank pushed the man away, and slowly walked towards his wife, who had now discovered his
\"anonymous business\". Promising her to give up the life as gangster, he called Big Al, the mafiaboss
of New Jersey. He said that he gave up his work, and wanted to start a normal life. Big Al took it lightly...
It seemed. The night following the day, it knocked on the door to Hank\'s house. Hank\'s wife opened,
and was shot without mercy. The men at the door was Big Al\'s men. Hank knew the identity of a lot of
the gangsters in the mafia, and Big Al wouldn\'t let him quit with it. Hank demanded his son to hide,
grabbed a bat, and tried to fight back against the gangsters. But he, too, was shot and killed. The men
leaved, only leaving one survivor... Hank\'s son, Charles.
1998, New Jersey:
Charles Foreman, the son of the murdered Hank Foreman and his wife, now lives as a bartender in the
same town his parents was murdered in. He lives with a traumatic fear for the local mafia, because of
the gruesome experience had as a child. Some gangsters from the local mafia drops by his bar
and becomes rude to some of the customers. Charles\'s wife, Alicia, which helps at the bar, begs the
gangsters to leave, but is mercylessly shot in the shoulder, close to the heart. Charles overcomes his
fear and turns it into poor rage. He takes a knife, but is shot six times by the gangsters before he collapses.
Thinking he is dead, the gangsters leaves the bar. At the hospital, Alicia survives. But there is doubt in
Charles\'s survival. Two shots in the left shoulder, two shots in the right shoulder, one in the stomach and
one in right leg. After a month a the hospital, Charles had recovered. His survival was miracolous. But he
survived with a thought: the terror of the local mafia must end. Not once, but TWO times, he had survived
their terror. And two times, they had hurted the ones he loved... And if the police couldn\'t do something
about it... He would do it himself. When he came home, he and Alicia had a little lovescene of being reunited.
He instantly started working. During his hospitalstay, he gained a dream, an ambition... He couldn\'t stop
the mafia by just breaking in. But to stop them, he had to kill Big Al, the mafiaboss. His wife wondered about his
ambitions. He started training athletic. And his motivation made his training incredible effective...
2000, New Jersey:
The mafia still rules New Jersey. Charles and his wife lives their old lifestyle, but this would change now.
Charles had trained athletic in two, motivated years, and was now an expert. Athletic was an important
part of his seemingly impossible, but to him, important plan. Since childhood, Charles had had an interest in
mechanics. Another part of his plan. He used his knowledge on mechanics to create semiadvanced, but highly
effective devices. Devices with similiar goals... To help him sneak unseen into the mafias headquarters, kill
Big Al, and thus bringing an end to the mafias reign. He lefts a message for his wife, and departs in requested latixsuit
during the night, fully equipped with a orginal set of metalclaws, an grapplinghook, smoke grenades, and his own
homemade combo glasses, which works as both nightvisionglasses and infraredvisionglasses. When Charles stands
before the enormous bulding, he remembers the pain of a bullet flying throguh his skin, hurtigh his inner organs... He is
about to lose the courage, but pulls himself together. Two nighttime bodyguards stands at the frontdoor. Charles\'s latex
bodysuit and dextertity makes him soundlessly move close to them from behind, and quickly drilling his metalclaws through
their neck, resulting in both of them dying a quick death. He taskes their bodys and hides them in some bushes. He opens
the frontdoor to the building, and tosses a smoke grenade inside. The cameras catches the smoke, and the gangsters which
watches the cameres rushed out to check. Killing one of them from behind with stealth, Charles takes the other and threatens
him. He would let him live if he told him where to find the cameraroom. The gangster pointed at a window, and Charles, in
desperation breaking his promise, nut hating it, kills the gangster with his claws. A wellaimed throw with his hookshot gains him
entrance to the now empty camerarooms window. He climbs the rope, breaks the window, and climbs in. \"Hey! What\'s happening!?\"
a voice screams, and tries to open the door to the room, which is locked. Going panic, Charles quickly destroys the camerasecurity
with his claws. Then, he trows a smoke grenade, and presses himself against a wall. The door is smashed in, and a fat gangster walks
inside the smokescreened rook, only to get stabbed in the back by Charles, thus killing him. Charles had an advantage: thanks to his glasses,
he could easily see through smoke screens. Now, Charles didn\'t had to hide from the cameras. Only to sneak up to the top of the building,
where Big Al\'s office was, without being seen. Easier said than done, it was a hard trip through the building, and required a bit kills from behind,
and a lot of cornersneeking. But he reached the office and, surprisingly, the door wasn\'t locked. On the other side of the room, Big Al sat in a
chair in front of a disk. A fat man with smoking.\"Congratulations. You\'re the first one to ever reach my office without being invited.
What can i call you, mister?\" Big Al says in a calm tone. \"Just call me... The Survivor\" Charles replied.
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don't give up you day job
