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Movie Script: Please Read
This is the first part of my movie script. I hope you get to read it, its about 23 pages long. Its not in the format I wanted it but it will do.
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene One
An old man sits next to a fire. He is old in age, approximately 65 years old. He sits in a wooden chair with a black bokuto in his lap.
I have aged haven’t I.
A young boy appears. He approximately 16 years old, and bears a childish smile. He wears a blue hakana and bears some resemblance to Old Tamoto.
I am afraid so, my friend.
Old Tamoto shifts his weight in his chair. He stares at the black bokuto, it being in perfect condition.
I am become weak despite my training
No, your body has thrived but it’s your mind I worry about
Old Tamoto (chuckles)
Because you have caged yourself in here for so long, you
Have forgotten how it feel to be out in the wild.
I have forgotten most things.
Old Tamoto raises his hand
Do not remind me
A wise man once said
that a man who wants to
forget is broken inside.
I am not broken
See, you have trained
yourself not to show it
when you are suffering.
Old Tamoto stares off into the distance, his eyes fixed on a large wooden cabinet with a lock on it.
Old Tamoto starts walking to another room.
Tell me, what has finally
Old Tamoto glances back and shakes his head. He opens the door to his room and enters.
Act One, Scene Two
A younger Tamoto is showed, approximately 2o years old. He is dress in a white cuirass with a black streak running down the left side of the mask. He has sheathed a “gold” katana in a white sheathe. He is leading them through a foggy forest, nicknamed the Akuma no mori, The Forest of The Demons.
Arusha, do you
Arusha is a master archer. In his hands, he holds a metal bow with blades on the ends of the bow. He wears a red cuirass and is about 16 years old.
I am not seeing anything.
They must be hiding then.
Musashi is the oldest of the group. He doesn’t wear a cuirass but wears a blue robe. In his hands is a bokuto. He is about 45.
Rorentsu~o, go look ahead.
Rorentsu~o is a moderate age samurai. He wears a yellow cuirass and carries a black katana.
Rorentus-o marches ahead with his katana drawn. As he walks, the fog rises.
Master, the fog is rising!
Tamoto unsheathes his katana, the rest of the group follows. Out of the fog emerges 20 Akumaa (Demons). They are wearing dark green cuirasses and carrying yellow katanas. They have faces engrave on their masks.
You have trespass onto our land, what do you say in your defense?
Act One, Scene Three
Tamoto wakes up from his sleep with a jolt. He is sweaty and bears a worried face. Getting out of bed, he walks to a black closet and opens it up. Inside is the same white cuirass with the black stripe and the “gold” katana. Both have been preserved in good condition.
Old Tamoto (whisper)
Oh, why do you haunt me?
Tamoto grasps the sword in his hands. Instantly he is snapped into a flashback.
Young Tamoto is standing with his allies. They face the Akumaa, the green cuirass samurais.
Draw your weapons
The samurai group follows the order. Meanwhile, the Akumaa wait with their weapons drawn.
LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!
Everything moves in slow motion. Tamoto grips his katana tighter. Arusha notches an arrow from his quiver. Musashi twirls his bokuto.
The Akumaa Leader and his soldiers begin to charge. Arusha fires an arrow and it flies with great force. It goes straight through one of the Akumaa’s armor. Musashi strikes down several Akumaa soldiers while Tamoto slices several Akumaa soldiers with ease.
Arusha is shown walking towards the Akumaa Leader with a drawn blue katana. The Akumaa Leader laughs and marchers towards Arusha.
I MUST SAVE HIM!
Tamoto begins slashing furiously. He begins to run towards Arusha but takes several stabs from Akumaa soldiers. Meanwhile, Arusha raises his katana at the Akumaa Leader.
I am going to kill you!
YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A CHILD
A child of War!
Tamoto releases the katana and it drops to the ground. The katana is engraved with Naitoshadou (Night Shadow). Some whispers could be heard.
So many souls are trapped
inside you Naitoshadou. I am sorry
for your buried.
Tamoto picks up the katana and sheathes it. The whispers stop and the room is quiet. He puts it back into the cabinet and closes it. Young Boy walks into the room.
Are you ok Master.
I am not sure?
Yes, but why?
Why you feel pain?
Old Tamoto sits down and looks at the Young Boy.
It’s a feeling you have not
felt for ages, isn’t it?
Yes, but why does it feel so new?
Because you have forgot how to feel.
Old Tamoto looks down. He bears a sad face but soon looks up. Old Tamoto gets up from chair.
Come, let’s go drink tea
Young Boy and Old Tamoto leave the room.
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene Four
Old Tamoto pours Young Boy a cup of tea. He sets the cup next to him and sits down.
What am I going to do now?
What do you mean?
What do I do with my life?
That’s a question I can’t answer
Old Tamoto looks at the wooden cabinet in the corner, his eyes fixed on the lock.
Why do you want such a big lock?
I must keep something locked
What’s so valuable that you need this?
It is none of your concern
Locksmith hammers down on the lock. Tamoto stares as the Locksmith works.
Is it gold?
No, something far more valuable
What can be more valuable than gold?
Old Tamoto drops his tea cup on the floor. The cup shatters to pieces as the Young Boy looks in shock.
I am very sorry.
It’s ok master
Young Boy grabs a broom and begins to sweep. As he does, Old Tamoto stands up and looks outsides. The stars light up the dark night.
Oh, the things I have seen….
And the things you have yet to discover
The night is upon us, let us rest so that we may
awake in the morning early
Old Tamoto waddles to his room
Old Tamoto glances back.
May your soul find peace?
Old Tamoto (laughing)
There’s no peace for me
Tamoto’s Bedroom Room
Act One, Scene Five
Tamoto white cuirass is stained with blood. He desperately tries to fight off the oncoming attacks of the Akumaa’s but such attempts are feudal.
BOW BEFORE MY GREATNESS
Akumaa Leader swings his katana with great force. Arusha raises his katana but the blade is shattered from Akumaa’s Leader swing. Staring in disbelief, Arusha unsheathes his short sword.
HA, YOU SHALL DIE LIKE YOUR FATHER AND UNCLE!
Akumaa raises his katana towards Tamoto.
WE WILL NEVER DIE BECAUSE OUR SOULS ARE STRONG AND OUR BLADES STRONGER
Arusha charges at Akumaa Leader. Akumaa Leader sidesteps and slashes Arusha’s leg. Arusha falls to the ground.
Tamoto begins racing towards Akumaa Leader.
YOU WISH TO DIE AS WELL!!
No, I wish to protect my nephew as though he was my own
YOU ARE PATHETIC TAMOTO
The two fight each other. It’s clear that Akuma Leader is fighting better and will win. As a final move, Akuma Leader gets behind Tamoto and slashes Tamoto’s legs, forcing him to kneel.
HOLD THIS WEAKLEN BACK
Several Akumaa Soldiers rush to hold Tamoto.
BRING ME THE OTHER TWO HUMANS
Musashi, Rorentsu~o and Arusha are dragged by Akuma Soldiers and are place right in front of Akumaa Leader.
What do you say now Tamoto, or Naitoshadou?
Tamoto looks up and glares at Akuma Leader.
If you hurt any of them, I will kill you
With what, this?
Akuma Leader takes Tamoto’s sword. He twirls it right in front of Tamoto’s face.
You do not fear us, do you?
I do not fear anything
Very well, Naitoshadou
Akuma turns around quickly and decapitates Musashi.
Tamoto quickly punches the Akumaa Soldiers holding him, steals a katana and runs towards Akumaa with the katana raised. Akumaa Leader raises his sword to Arusha’s throat.
I WILL KILL HIM
KILL HIM NOW
Arusha nods his head. Tamoto quickly thinks in his mind and glancing at Akuma Leader. Akuma Leader is grinning.
If I surrender, do I have your word you won’t hurt anyone else?
You have my word, Tamoto.
Tamoto drops the katana to the ground. It makes a loud thud that echoes in Tamoto’s head.
Akumaa Leader turns around and stabs Rorentsu~o. He instantly begins to bleed out and falls.
YOU GAVE ME YOUR WORD!
Akumaa Leader laughs and kneels in front of Tamoto. He wipes the sword’s blood onto Tamoto’s cuirass.
You gave me your word that the boy would be killed
He did not deserve to die Tobiko
HE DID, HE WAS THE CHILD OF THE EMPEROR WE WERE FIGHTING!
He did nothing wrong!
That’s the reason you are here brother! Because you couldn’t follow my orders!
YOUR ORDERS WERE WRONG!
Fine Tamoto. You shall share the same fate as him!
Akumaa Leader turns around and stabs Arusha. Arusha falls to the ground, clutching his stomach. Tamoto begins to cry.
I have finally broken you Tamoto.
Tamoto angrily stares back at Akumaa Leader
You are now Ronin Tamoto
I WILL KILL YOU!
Akumaa Leader drops the katana onto the floor.
Go ahead, kill me brother.
Tamoto grabs the katana from the ground. Several Akumaa Soldiers rushed towards Tamoto but each one is met with a swift slash. This continues for hours until there are no more Akumaa Soldiers.
Are you going to kill me now?
Before I do, what are your last words.
You are still weaker than me
Tamoto nods his head and charges towards Akumaa Leader The fog thickens and Tamoto slashing through the air but no blood is drawn. Akumaa Leader has disappeared.
I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE
Tamoto hurries to Arusha but he is long dead. He picks up his body and begins to march away. He continues for days, marching through snow, rain, and hot weather. He finally comes to his house, finally resting the body of Arusha on the ground. Tamoto begins to cry.
I am sorry Arusha, I could not save you….
Tamoto is showed burying Arusha’s body under a Cherry Blossom Tree. He rests Arusha’s bow onto the grave
Tamoto’s Living Room
Act One, Scene Six
Old Tamoto looks at the lock on the closet. He sighs and takes a key he was wearing on a necklace. Quietly creeping towards the cabinet, Old Tamoto unlocks the door. It makes a soft creak and as the door swings open, the young boy appears.
What are you doing Master?
Old Tamoto pulls out a pieced together katana. It’s clear that Old Tamoto attempted to try to fuse it back together but had not luck. He looks at a shiny arrow he made for Arusha that was meant to avenge his father’s death but he never got to use it. He sees a polished and refined red cuirass that Tamoto did after his death. The last item Old Tamoto sees is the blue kendo of Arusha, master archer and Tamoto’s nephew. Old Tamoto begins to cry.
I miss you so much Arusha…
I know Uncle, and some day we may meet again….
Not until I fulfill my promise to you
What is it?
To find and kill my brother. To avenge your father’s and your death.
You don’t need to do that….
Yes, I do, because a soul cannot rest in peace if the soul is tormented….
…by the memories, a man tries to erase from his mind.
End Act One
Urban Legend "The Watcher"
Only minutes earlier the little girl had discovered her, on a wooden plank on the kitchen wall. And she had stood awestruck. Etched on the wood in lines and knots was a lady in a gown, standing with grey hair flowing up to her shoulders and watching something open mouthed and eyes rounded, as if dumbstruck by what she is watching. She had run into the house and dragged him to the kitchen, made him see her discovery. As a young man he was not as much surprised as this little niece of his, but took note of the unusual design nevertheless. Indeed it looked liked a creepy lady watching.
It was his friend’s house. Dad and mom had gone to town leaving their little daughter under his watch. Minutes after being shown the discovery, he murdered the girl in the kitchen as the lady on the wall stood watching, terrified and dumbstruck.
A year later, the wall was no more there and neither the house. First mortgaged and then sold and then ripped off, everything that could be salvaged was sold as scrap. Including the plank with the lady on it.
Another five years later he bought a house in another place hundreds of miles away from where he spent that weekend with his friend and family.
Now he has his newly married wife with him. She discovers her the second night of their home coming. A creepy lady above their bed, looking down at them from the ceiling. She makes him take note of the design.
It rings a faint bell. “I think I saw something like that before,” he says and goes on loving his wife, not wanting to wreck his brain on anything less important.
Later at night he wakes up from sleep. In the faint light with his wife sleeping beside him, his eyes fell on the ceiling. The lady is watching. Even in the semi-darkness of the room he can see her clearly; she seems to be watching him with more and more intensity. Now he remembers.
She wakes up in the morning with a drop of liquid falling on her face. A drop of red. She doesn’t find him beside her. Another drop falls. She looks up. It’s dripping from above. Blood. She freezes in panic. Then runs up to the attic. All is heard is her blood curdling scream.
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CRIMINALS IN LOVE
I stepped out of the house, taking a deep breath of fresh air. I listened to the sound of the owls hooting and the bat's wings flapping. I watched as the fireflies lit up the night sky and as the stars twinkled brightly among the dark background.
"What a night." I breathed, as I slowly started jogging for the hills
My pace was slow but as I got higher I ran faster until I was in a full sprint.
My size wasn't bad. I was 5'7, and 105 pounds. So, I was skinny. But to be honest, I don't know how I maintain my weight. I can't be honest and at the same time say I eat healthily. If you get what I mean. My metabolism is higher than most, and I can exaggerate the "higher than most" part by 100.
I kept running, at small moments taking tiny sips of water.
Sorry, where are my manners? My name is Seemee Efren(C me-F run), I'm 16 and not only is my health a bit strange so is my appearance. I have deadly pale skin, a silverish white shade of hair, and emerald green eyes.
I enjoy running, biking, and sit-ups when it comes to exercises. In my free time, which is mostly all the time, I draw fictional creatures, fashionable outfits, and I love drawing and creating my own Animation and Manga. I also love to bake, which feeds my severe sweet tooth.
Um... Oh! I have one sibling, my older brother. As much as he is annoying, I couldn't live without him. But, a tiny detail I should mention. I'm adopted! So our appearance varies largely, very largely.
He's like every other boy, he has black hair and pale blue eyes. He is 16, we're a month apart, very muscular, and he is also 5'8. He has light chocolate skin and a tattoo on the back of his neck, it says, 'United We Stand'. At school, he is branded as the "Bad-boy". But in reality, he's just a huge softie. His name is Andrew by the way.
My mom and Jason are divorced. Andrew switches homes with them every other week. But, I stay with mom. I was actually the reason for the divorce.
You see, they found me in an alley behind a local Shop. I was around four and I was super thin, my hair was so matted to my head that they had to shave it off. One of my ribs was nearly broken and I had scratches all over myself. A sight would be an understatement.
I finally reached the top of the hill. It was very beautiful. I walked over to a large box and cooler I had left here years ago.
Inside was a black picnic blanket, 3 bottles of water, 2 salami sandwiches, 5 little boxes of grapes, and a magenta throw pillow.
Every night I get my daily exercise by running up this hill and running back down. But, sometimes I don't want to leave right away. So, every night I grab 1 extra sandwich, a bottle of water, and 2 extra grape boxes. I leave it here for the next night and so forth.
The hill I had picked was... How would you say, closed off? It was surrounded by trees at its base and only got thicker as you get higher.
But, at the top, there was a little clearing. I'd say it was 8 feet in all directions. In a circle-like shape.
You could say that this place was my... Escape. My refuge when things went wrong at home, school, or work.
My mom taught me how to cook. One day, a friend of my moms came over. I cooked that night!
Apparently, he really liked it and said he had a friend of his who owns a restaurant.
So, every weekend I go and cook there. I get 10 dollars per hour. It actually suits me pretty good. Better than what my allowance was, that's for sure. I got 5 dollars every other Friday! We're not even poor! But, something is better than nothing I guess...
Anyway! I laid the black picnic blanket down and grabbed my magenta pillow and placed it in the top left corner. I grabbed all of my Salami sandwiches, 3 grape boxes, and a bottle of water. I was really hungry. I haven't eaten breakfast, lunch, or dinner!
My day has been more than hectic.
I slammed my fist onto my alarm, probably breaking it. The sun was shining through the blinds, it hurts! Slowly rolling out of bed, I suddenly hit the floor, with a ringing in my ears.
Muttering a string of curse words that, thankfully, could reach my ears and my ears only.
I pushed myself off the floor. Striving and yearning to reach the bathroom door without passing in and out of consciousness.
In a quick few seconds, I somehow started kissing the floor.
Again, I pushed myself off the floor and headed to the bathroom.
I did my business and took a quick cold shower. I stepped out and turned to look at the mirror.
"Ooh," I mumbled in distaste, seeing my reflection.
My hair was partly matted down to my head, but the flops that weren't were lopped over on the other side and over my face. Which made me look like a zombie considering my skin tone.
I quickly grabbed my brush and combed my hair down. Since my hair reached to somewhere around my waist, I was able to get creative. I pulled it all together and the made a Fishtail braid and turned it into a bun. It was very pretty. I roughed it up a little bit, so it has a few strands of hair hanging around my face, just to give it this edgy type look.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my amber dresser. The wood on my dresser was very smooth and shiny.
Opening the dresser I grabbed my black skinny jeans, dark purple tank top, black combat boots, and brown leather jacket.
I ran to my side table and grabbed my backpack. I made sure everything was inside it.
My phone, charger, earplugs, notebooks, pens and pencils, my allowance, and last but not least... My poop Emoji pillow morphed with the purple Devil Emoji. It is so cute!
Finally done getting dressed, I rushed downstairs for some quick breakfast.
I was about to grab my lunch bag from the counter and my pop tart that was next to it. Before my brother grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the Kitchen. Thankfully, we made it to the bus, but my breakfast and lunch didn't have such luck.
After a long day at School, the bus dropped my brother and me off, a block away from our house.
"So, dad's coming over tonight. For 'dinner'." Andrew scoffed then sighed. He continued walking but leaned towards me, I proceeded to put my head on his shoulder. His dad only comes over for 'dinner', when he picks Andrew up.
I brought my hand up and rubbed his back in a circular motion. Not only is it stressful for him to constantly go back and forth between parents, it's stressful for me too.
Jason, Andrew's dad, wants nothing to do with me. Right after they found me, he wanted to put me in an orphanage. Mom said no because she said I might be tossed back and forth from homes, because of how I look. Just like most of the society, he thinks I'm a freak. But, who can blame him? He divorced mom after three years of me being there. Anny and I were 7.
"Anny, you know you don't have to go if you don't want to. You can help me at the Picardo's, on the weekends. I'm sure Mr. Fredick will pay you. He is a bit short staffed." I chuckled.
"Ya, but if I don't go, then dad will take it the wrong way. Then there will be no chance of getting mom and dad back together." He said reasoning. He let go of me as we got closer to the house.
I sighed, and put my hands in my pockets. We both walked in a sad but comfortable silence.
He doesn't understand, Jason will never like me. I would be more than happy to have his family back together, but I know he won't. Not if I'm here.
I stopped walking and looked down, Andrew, a few steps ahead stopped walking as well. He turned to look at me with worried eyes.
"What is it?" He asked, walking towards me.
I decided to voice my thoughts, "Andrew, you and I both know that Jason doesn't like me, right?" I asked, looking up at him. My tears were threatening to fall.
"Hey, don't cry." He said, coming up to hug me, but nodded his head to answer my question. I continued, "Well, what if I left?" He tensed. "I mean, you and your parents would be back together. You'd have your family again!" I said quickly. Tears were spilling out of my eyes, not coming under control.
Andrew quickly stopped hugging me and grabbed me by the shoulders, he looked me in the eyes with a look that read, 'What the hell are you thinking?'.
"Seemee, no! You have been with me most of my life! Dad was the one who decided to leave, not you!" He yelled, shaking me by the shoulders.
"But-." I tried.
"But nothing. You are staying." He said quickly. He wiped away my tears then grabbed my hand as we ran towards the house.
Within a few seconds, we were at the front door of our house. Anny turned to me and wiped away some of the remaining tears. I smiled up at him then took a deep breath.
I opened the door to see a sight that left me shocked. Inside my mom was leaning against the staircase steps, her hand trying, but failing, to protect her from being struck. In front of her, Jason had his fist clenched and reaching to hit her in the face.
I dropped my bag that was hanging loosely from my shoulders and sprinted for the vase that had peppermint leaves in it. I grabbed it then smashed it onto his head, right before he hit her.
He quickly turned to me, blinking many times, then he fell. He fell down from the multiple steps and hit his head again on the railing.
I looked towards my mom who was crying. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed the carpeted steps behind her. Her tan arms were bruised and cut, as well as her face. Her blonde hair was in chaos, with blood thrown in random places. Her pale blue eyes were red from crying.
I heard police sirens from behind me. I turn around and see Andrew tucking his phone back into his pocket, he nodded his head, then ran over to mom. I turned around to look at Jason.
His shaggy black hair was combed back, only a few strands hung loosely. His brown eyes opening and closing. His dark chocolate skin held no marks, which meant that mom hadn't tried to defend herself. Must have been caught off guard, once she figured it out, she must have been too scared.
"You'll pay for that, failure." He said, his voice strained. Hate, although, was clear. But when he called me a failure, it wasn't as if he hated me, though he did. It was as if, he knew something about me, I didn't.
After a few minutes, the police had arrived. They took Jason away, as well as mom. They said that Jason would go to jail, but my mom will go to the Hospital. Also, that we have to stay home until we are called for our statements.
I gave the police my phone number, seeing as we don't own a house phone.
"She will be okay, though right?" I asked the dark police lady in front of me.
"I'm sure she will be fine. Based on what I saw. All she got were bruises and scratches. Nothing that could permanently harm her." She said. She shook my hand then left for her police car.
I turned around and walked back to the house. Andrew was sitting on the steps, his head in his hands. He was shaking.
I slowly came toward him and sat down beside him. I put my arm around his back and situated him so he was laying on my lap. I took strands of his hair and twirled them around my fingers, while I rubbed his back at the same time.
I started humming a song I didn't even know. Leaning back against one of the steps, I leaned my head against the step above it.
About thirty minutes passed and Andrew was lightly snoring in my lap. I leaned forward and smiled down at him.
Slowly and carefully I took his head off of my lap and stood up.
In front of me lay a 16-year-old boy, who was heartbroken. That was when I noticed my pants were wet where my knees were. I frowned and went to my room and changed into a pair of black leggings, my white tank top, and my red Niki sneakers. I ran back downstairs and he was still there.
I lightly tapped him, waking him up, but only partially. I silently picked him up and put his arm around my neck. I helped him up the steps and to his room. I sat him on the bed and walked to his closet. I dug through his clothes, trying to find his pajamas.
"Ow!" I yelped. I pulled my hand out and sucked on my pinky, while I quickly looked towards Andrew who was still sleeping.
My hand hit something. I dug back in a searched for it. I was metal, I kept feeling, and leather. It was in the shape of an L. I grabbed it and pulled it out from the clothes.
"Oh no," I whispered. In my hands was a silver pistol.
"No, no, no, no, please God, no!" I kept whispering. I clicked the button that released the magazine. I counted the bullets.
"No," I whispered again. A bullet was missing. Nine out of ten bullets were in the magazine.
Turning the safe the On, I stuffed it behind my back.
Looking towards Andrew, I whispered, "What have you gotten yourself into, Andrew?" I asked.
I sighed then went back into his closet. After two more minutes of looking for pajamas, I finally found a white shirt and gray sweatpants.
I stood up and closed the closet. Turning around and walked to Andrew. I cleaned him up and took his dark blue jeans off(he wears underwear) and slipped his sweatpants on. I then sat him up and took off his bright blue shirt and slipped on his white one.
I slightly chuckled and smiled to myself as I laid him down and pulled the blanket so it was under his chin.
I sighed then walked out of the room to mine, which was next door. I walked in and went to my dresser.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Opening the door I leaned into the very back. Opening the secret compartment in the wood, I put the gun in, and closed it again, then closed the dresser. When I first came here I explored my room, I found that compartment and I have been using it ever since.
Walking out of my room, I closed the door. Running downstairs I grabbed the food. Then walked out of the house and ran.
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