THE HYBRID CHRONICLES
IZZY WOLFE ………………………………………………. Protagonist, main character
PHYRE …………………………………….…………Protagonist, second main character
CAPTAIN …………………………………………………………….….. Minor character
DANIEL …………………………………………………….…………….Main antagonist
JACK …………………………………………………………………....Minor protagonist
KEYLEBE ………………………….…………………………………..Minor Protagonist
ASSORTED GOVERNMENT WORKERS ………………...…….background characters
BIOS
IZZY WOLFE: An eighteen-year-old agent of The Hole, a secret government facility. Hybrid combination of a vampire and werewolf. Can come off as cynical, cruel, emotionally distant, and downright hateful. Has a dark past, and doesn’t like people in general. Grew up isolated and from the age of ten, was stuck in a science lab being experimented on. So, yeah, she has the right to be distrustful.
PHYRE(pronounced FEAR): A nineteen-year-old werewolf (the other term is lycan) who has just come to work at The Hole. He’s kind, loyal, and compassionate to a fault. He can also be the stupidest being alive sometimes. Can’t handle the sight of blood, and can’t really wield a blade, but has a good shot. Likes to joke around a lot.
CAPTAIN: Known only as Captain, he’s the boss of The Hole, who answers to the President, and whom everyone else answers to down there. He tries to keep the peace, but with a teenage hybrid with anger management issues . . . . Well, let’s just say he’s got his job cut out for him.
DANIEL: Supreme leader of ALL lycans. Has a hope to someday rule the world or destroy it – whatever is easier. At the moment, the rest of the lycan populace does not agree with him, so he’s kind of SOL with that. They do not recognize him as leader, though he still thinks of himself as the leader.
JACK: Bloodthirsty lycan, one of Daniel’s followers. He enjoys killing and torturing people, and is most likely messed up in the head. Owes loyalty to Daniel for rescuing him from an angry mob.
KEYLEBE (pronounced CALEB): Also one of Daniel’s followers, but seems reluctant. Doesn’t really agree with how Daniel’s doing things, and tries to keep Jack in check. Only feels obligated to help due to reasons we don’t know.
NOTES:
The Hole: A secret military base somewhere in New Mexico, 200 miles south of Santa Fe. It’s camouflaged, so no one can see it easily. When one looks at it from far away, they can’t tell what it is, but the ground opens up to reveal, well, a hole. It’s big enough for helicopters to get in and out, and has doors that lead to the rest of the base. The Hole itself is the middle of the entire base.
Drasto/Drasta: This is a name of the werewolf monarch, whereas we say king/queen, or lord/lady. Could also be a term of respect for one above one’s own class, but not used like that often.
Jachahll: This is an ancient word – pronounced JAH-KAHL
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ACT I, Scene i
Setting: The Hole, New Mexico – 200 miles south of Santa Fe. 2:45 AM
(Black nondescript helicopter lands in The Hole, which is a secret underground military base. Five people step out, three are armed, four are in black uniforms, one in a black trenchcoat. The one in the trenchcoat looks up at the ceiling, which is closing off.)
PHYRE*: (Somewhat stunned) I don’t know if this is the weirdest job ever or if one of you guys slipped me something in my drink.
CAPTAIN: (claps his hand on Phyre’s shoulder) Too bad that this isn’t even the weirdest part. (Walks toward black wooden door) This way, please.
PHYRE: (Follows, glancing once more at the ceiling)
Setting: Empty hallways of The Hole. Metallic. Lots of doors leading off to different rooms. Eerily quiet. Captain walking very fast, while Phyre lags behind.
CAPTAIN: Our little group was founded sometime in the early eighties, when the President sent us out to rescue Codename Susan. Since then, we’ve launched hundreds of rescue, reconnaissance, and military mission.
PHYRE: (sounding tired and bored) Are they here, sir?
CAPTAIN: (Pause in speaking) They transferred out of here about a year ago.
PHYRE: Then am I alone, sir?
CAPTAIN: No.
(They continue walking in silence. Phyre notices all the pictures on the wall in this section of hallway. They all have one thing in common: a small pale girl with long black hair.)
PHYRE: (Pointing to a picture) Who’s this, sir?
CAPTAIN: (slows his walking so he’s right next to Phyre) That’s who we’re going to see.
PHYRE: Who is she?
CAPTAIN: Three years ago, we were launched on another routine rescue mission. Codename: Isadora. Went off without a hitch, but now . . .
PHYRE: What?
CAPTAIN: (sad) People got too scared to work with her. Susan and her partner, Adam, transferred out of here when they saw her take down an army of at least a thousand vampires by herself.
PHYRE: (slowly, pointing out the obvious) Shouldn’t you be happy that you have such a quality employee?
CAPTAIN: She’s made it very clear that she only stays here because she wants to, she has nowhere else to go and she could easily kill us in our sleep.
(They approach double doors. The blaring of the radio can just be made out)
CAPTAIN: (quickly and quietly) She likes to scare new people, so be on your toes. She’s got a good heart, but those years in a science lab have done something to her mind. And don’t call her bluff – she doesn’t make threats, she makes promises.
PHYRE: (shrugs and opens the door.)
(They file into the gym. The radio is playing the opening chords to ‘Kill All Your Frinds’ by MCR. Izzy is in the middle of the room, beating a punching bag, singing along with the radio. She only has on a tank top, some baggy black jeans, and DC’s. Her hair is in a messy ponytail that lies just between her wings, showing her pointed ears.)
IZZY: (singing and punching to the beat of the song) You can hide a lot about yourself but honey what are you gonna do?
CAPTAIN: (Trying to get her attention.) Izzy.
IZZY: And you can sleep in a coffin but the past ain’t through with you.
CAPTAIN: Izzy!
IZZY: CAUSE WE ARE ALL A BUNCHA LIARS TELL ME BABY WHO DO YOU WANNA BE?
CAPTAIN: IZZY!
IZZY: CAUSE WE ARE ALL ABOUT TO SEEL IT CAUSE IT’S TRAGIC WITH A CAPITOL ‘T’. LET IT BE LET-
CAPTAIN: (wordlessly, he unplugs the radio)
IZZY: (points gloved hand at Captain) Sir, I respect you and all, but if you EVER touch my radio again, we gonna have words. Violent words.
CAPTAIN: (points to Phyre) We have a new guy.
IZZY: (Waves) Sweet. Do I get to eat him?
PHYRE: (Backs away slowly)
IZZY: Anyway, Cap, I mean it. Touch my junk again, we gonna have a scrap on out hands. And you remember exactly how our last fight went.
CAPTAIN: (exasperated) Izzy, I promise never to touch your radio again. Now will you please get back to the subject on hand here?
IZZY: (sighs and takes off boxing gloves) What’s up, Cap?
CAPTAIN: This is Phyre. He’s a lycan. (Izzy gives him a hard stare) We’ve already done a background check – he’s clean.
IZZY: (hands in her pockets) So what am I supposed to do with him?
CAPTAIN: He’s your new partner.
IZZY: (shocked and surprised) WHAT?
PHYRE: (at the same time as Izzy) NO!
CAPTAIN: (walking away) And you got a new mission. Hop to it, you two.
IZZY: (glares at Phyre) I got ten bucks that says you’re gonna quit by the end of the week.
PHYRE: (hands in his pockets) Oh? And why would that be?
IZZY: (grins) Cause you’re the tenth partner I’ve had in the last three months. Last one quit after a day. There’s even a betting pool.
PHYRE: (flirting) Do I get to get in on this betting pool? Cause I always win.
IZZY: (walks up to him) Only if you have a death wish, nube. (Gets closer and speaks quietly) And if you ever try to flirt with me again, I will make it my personal mission to make your life here a living hell. Is that clear?
PHYRE: (taken aback) Crystal.
IZZY: (walks past him) Good. Last guy who tried to flirt with me is still in traction. (leaves room)
PHYRE: (looks up at ceiling) God, of all the people here, why her? (Leaves room)
ACT I, Scene ii
Setting: Outside a haunted house in rural Omaha. Phyre is in a black uniform, while Izzy is still in her workout clothes. The only difference is the sword strapped to her back and the gun holster. 9:56 PM
IZZY: What we got?
PHYRE: (looking at dossier) Says the family disappeared a few weeks ago. About ten years ago, we had this massive chainsaw massacre that left twenty-eight dead. Never caught the guy who did it.
IZZY: So we either have a bunch of murder-victim ghosts, or we have a socio-path with a chainsaw.
PHYRE: (joking) Maybe he’s related – check his ears.
IZZY: (nonchalantly) If that’s a crack on my family, or myself, I have the right to kill you right here and tell them the murderer got you.
PHYRE: (used to the threats) Or we could have the ghosts of everybody, and it could be some crazy party in there.
IZZY: (sighs) No rest for the wicked, I guess.
PHYRE: Are you talking about us or them?
IZZY: (Looks at Phyre like he’s an idiot) If you have to ask, you don’t deserve to know.
(The house is old and creaky. Shutters just barely hang on the hinges. The darkness seems endless. Izzy steps onto the porch, which creaks with old age and disuse. Phyre follows just behind her, stepping up to walk beside her.)
PHYRE: (Shining his flashlight around) God, this place looks like my grandmother’s house.
IZZY: Maybe it is.
PHYRE: Impossible. She died and her house was in Florida.
IZZY: (realizes she just made a joke about Phyre’s dead Grandma) Sorry.
PHYRE: (shrugs) It’s all cool. Never liked the old bat, anyway. What about you?
IZZY: (emotionally distant) Mom’s dead, Dad’s trying to kill me, only child, never met grandparents.
PHYRE: Sorry ‘bout that.
IZZY: (shrugs) Doesn’t matter. It’s not he succeeded at it or anything.
PHYRE: (surprised at her nonchalance) You must get a lot of death threats if you’re not affected by this. (glances out of the corner of his eye to check her reaction)
IZZY: (Flashes her flashlight into an empty room with walls covered in bloody symbols) They’re as common as three-leaf clovers.
PHYRE: Meaning . . .
IZZY: (sighing in frustration, whirls on him, making Phyre jump) Meaning I get them like vitamins – they’re the needed bane of my life.
PHYRE: (holds hands up to defend himself)
IZZY: (goes back to searching the rooms) Not like you’d care or anything. (Jumps at a creak)
PHYRE: (abashed) Of course I care. What makes you think I don’t?
IZZY: (jumps at another creak) I have just barely met you. I’ve threatened you. I almost dropped you out of the helicopter.
PHYRE: (surprised and somewhat scared) You told me you were saving me from falling.
IZZY: (shrugs with a smile) Not my fault if you believe every lie I throw your way.
(Izzy jumps at another creak. Phyre notes this. When she jumps at a particularly loud creaky moan, she lands on Phyre, who looks down at her with a silly grin on his face)
IZZY: (jumping from his hold) No need to get all over me, Hanse.
PHYRE: You know you liked it.
IZZY: (looks down a hallway, frowning at the slight shadow at the end) Over my living dead body, dude.
PHYRE: Technically, if you’re part vampire, aren’t you already one of the living dead?
IZZY: (punches his shoulder) Shut up. (approaches door at the end of the hall) This room on the floor plan?
PHYRE: (checking floor plan) No. Weird, eh?
IZZY: (jiggling door handle to find it locked) Weird, suspicious, depends on your point of view, nube.
(Backing away slightly, Izzy kicks in the door. The room is empty, save a small figure sitting in the moonlit patch underneath the window. It looks like a young girl, with blonde hair. A blanket lies by her feet.)
PHYRE: (being stupid as always) Hey kid, you see any monsters around here?
SMALL GIRL: (whispers) There’s a monster here.
PHYRE: (still being stupid) Where?
IZZY: (knowing better and trying to call for backup) Phyre, we need to leave. NOW.
PHYRE: We have to bring her with us. (to small girl) C’mon, kid, you’re coming with us.
SMALL GIRL: (still whispering) There’s a monster here.
IZZY: (getting annoyed) She’s not coming with us. We have to GO.
PHYRE: (shouting) WE ARE NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HER!
SMALL GIRL: (shouting and revealing a chainsaw that was hidden in the blanket) THERE’S A MONSTER HERE! (Dives at Phyre with chainsaw)
IZZY: (pulling out gun and shoots at the girl. Misses and hits chainsaw, knocking her from her intended target) TRIED TO TELL YA, NUBE – THE GIRL’S POSSESED!
PHYRE: (trying to hold girl and chainsaw at bay) Coulda told me that earlier!!
(Phyre manages to get a hold of the girl and takes away the chainsaw. Izzy is searching her pockets.)
PHYRE: (trying to hold the girl down) Dump some holy water on her and get it over with already!!!!
(Izzy pulls out a vile of holy water and proceeds to dump it on the girl’s head. The girl shudders, and stops moving.)
PHYRE: (taking her pulse) She’s . . . she’s dead.
IZZY: (puts away vile and gives a shrug) We can only assume that her family’s dead, too. Being exercised must’ve taken too much out of her. Happens sometimes.
PHYRE: (nearly shaking with anger) Aren’t you going to do anything about it? You’re just going to let her die?
IZZY: (walks up to him) You know how many people I’ve seen die over the past three years? (pauses) Hundreds. If you get mad and upset over every one, then it’s going to eat you alive, nube. Rule one of this trade: Emotions are an accessory best left at home.
(Izzy starts to walk away, leaving Phyre to follow her.)
PHYRE: (following, speaks quietly) How many of those dead people did you care about?
IZZY: (stops and pauses before speaking) More than enough. (looks away) Friends, family . . . (sighs) C’mon. I challenge you to a game of poker. The cleanup crew will get this.
PHYRE: (a bit more understanding) Is that a game of strip poker?
IZZY: (punches him in the shoulder again.)
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ACT II, Scene i
Setting: Inside Mayan Temple, somewhere in Mexico. Around 3 AM. Three people sitting around a pillar that has a stone and gold crownpiece on it.
DANIEL: (dressed in weird ceremonial robes of midnight blue and silver) The time draws near, my friends. By the next full moon, we shall be unstoppable.
KEYLEBE: (looking nervous) But what if she doesn’t want to, Sire?
DANIEL: (smiles wickedly) We have ways of bending her to our will, my boy. If she doesn’t come willingly, we have ways of making her.
JACK: (with obvious excitement) And if she doesn’t go with that, I get to torture people until she does!
KEYLEBE: (looks disgustedly at Jack) You’re such an animal.
JACK: Well, duh! We’re all animals!
KEYLEBE: (sighs)
DANIEL: (gives Keylebe a look of pity) Don’t worry, Keylebe. Our day is nearly upon us. And then we shall no longer need to hide.
KEYLEBE: (looks down and mutters to himself) But what if I don’t want the day to come?
ACT II, Scene ii
Setting: Cafeteria in The Hole, about a week after the Haunted House incident. Noon. Izzy and Phyre are at a table playing cards. A myriad of agents walk past staring at them.
IZZY: (glaring at the people detouring by her table) I hate people who stare. (glances down at her cards) I raise five cookies and a Twizzler.
PHYRE: (tossing the cookies and Twizzler onto the table) ‘Snot so bad. Just stare back. You could kill them with your Death Stare. (glances at his cards) Raise another four Twizzlers.
IZZY: (sighs and places Twizzlers in the center of the table) Cap said I wasn’t allowed to anymore – too many of the new agents transfer out ‘cause of me. Don’t know why. (puts down cards) Royal flush. Whaddaya got?
PHYRE: (grinning) Four of a kind. I win.
IZZY: (shocked) YOU DO NOT! Do you even know the rules of poker?
PHYRE: (pauses and shrugs) No. Do you?
IZZY: (pauses) No, actually. I just know what is what – I don’t know what beats what . . .
PHYRE: (exploiting the loophole) Then how do you know who won?
IZZY: (slowly) I know when I won . . . (she reaches for the pile and grabs it all) Because you’re too slow! (runs off with the food)
PHYRE: Hey!! Half of that is MINE!
IZZY: (running down the hall slow enough for Phyre to catch up slightly) Only if you can catch me, nube!
(Phyre changes to his wolf form and catches up to Izzy easily. He tackles her to the ground. The Twizzlers and cookies fly. Phyre changes back to his human form and looks down at Izzy, grinning)
PHYRE: Did I catch you?
IZZY: (smiles just a wee bit) Yeah, Phyre, ya caught me. And if you want to keep your face intact, you better get off of me.
PHYRE: (stands up and helps Izzy up) Sorry. Do you still want those cookies?
IZZY: (seeing the massacre of cookie crumbs and bits of Twizzlers) Nah, I’m in the mood for some AB+, if you ask me.
PHYRE: (slow on the uptake) You want blood?
IZZY: (points to self) Part vampire, remember?
PHYRE: Ah.
IZZY: (doubling back to the direction of the cafeteria) To the kitchen! AWAY! (does a flying leap)
PHYRE: (to self) Why are all the cute nice ones crazy sociopathic bloodsuckers? (follows)
(The Kitchen is all stainless steel, with industrial dish-washers, five fridges, and multiple sinks along the wall. At the moment, all the cooks and personnel are on their lunch break.)
IZZY: (walks over to a fridge with her name on it, opens the door, and pulls out a black water bottle) Want anything?
PHYRE: (slightly disgusted by her eating habits) No blood, please.
IZZY: (taking a swing from the bottle) Nonsense. I wanted to know if you wanted a taco. I got a few boxes of the kind we can cook in the microwave.
PHYRE: (stomach growls) Sure. Can I have, like, a whole box?
IZZY: (takes out three boxes) One and a half for you, one and a half for me. Don’t worry ‘bout it – my freezers stocked with ‘em.
(Izzy walks over to an industrial sized microwave and puts in all three boxes and sets the timer.)
IZZY: (checking the time) Five minutes.
PHYRE: (trying to buy time) So . . . how’s it going?
IZZY: Okay . . . not much goin’ on here . . . how about you?
PHYRE: (trying to be subtle) So, uh, what are you doing tonight?
IZZY: (knowing what he’s doing but going along with it) Same thing I do every night: Practice my sword work, watch a movie while eating dinner, and then going to bed. Why?
PHYRE: Care if I join you?
IZZY: (pauses) You can if you want to. I don’t care. But if you’re coming with me to practice, you gotta step in the ring with me. Rules and regulations and all that. Eight o’clock sharp.
(the microwave beeps)
PHYRE: (grinning like an idiot) Done!
IZZY: (pulls out all the tacos) Great. Hungry?
PHYRE: Starved. (reaches for taco at the same time as Izzy does and their hands touch. Izzy pulls away quickly. They say nothing as they polish of the plate of tacos.)
IZZY: (walking out of the kitchen) Remember, eight o’clock sharp.
ACT II, Scene iii
Setting: The gym, The Hole. Eight o’clock. Izzy is already in the gym as Phyre walks in. She’s practicing moves with her sword. She looks like she’s moving in slow motion. The radio is on again, playing ‘Dead!’ by MCR.
PHYRE: (noticing the music) Do you ever listen to anything else?
IZZY: (in mid-move) Sometimes. Why? Don’t like it?
PHYRE: (trying to stay on her good side) No, I just thought that you had a bit of diversity, that’s all.
IZZY: (sing-song) You’re ly-ing!
PHYRE: (sighs) Fine. Can we change it?
(The radio changes to ‘Diverse City’ by tobyMac. Phyre gives Izzy a weird look)
IZZY: (shrugging in mid move) You said you wanted some diversity. Now you got it.
(Izzy stops her exercise and puts her sword away. She then pulls out two bamboo staffs, both about three feet long)
IZZY: (throwing one staff to Phyre) We’re fighting with these. Ready?
PHYRE: (unsure) I-I-I dunno-
IZZY: (ignoring him) GO!
(Huge fight scene. Izzy dives at Phyre, who rolls out of the way. Izzy lands on her feet, and the two begin to circle each other. The radio flips to ‘Famous Last Words’ by MCR. Phyre lashes out at Izzy, who blocks the attack easily. She feigns left. Phyre tries to black the attack, but she whirls around and get him in the head. Phyre backs off, and tries to tackle her to the ground. She lets him get close, the twists out of the way and lets him fall to the floor.)
IZZY: (circling Phyre, who’s on the ground) Are you ready to quit yet?
PHYRE: (trying to get up) No!
(Izzy lets him get up, then tackles him to the ground)
IZZY: Are you ready to quit now?
PHYRE: (distracted by how close she is) Uh . . .
RADIO: I see you lying next to me. With words I thought I’d never speak, awake and unafraid, asleep, or dead . . .
IZZY: (blushes a little and gets off Phyre)
PHYRE: (stands and brushes himself off) So, uh, how about that movie?
IZZY: (trying not to freak out) Sure. Let’s go.
Setting: Izzy’s room. Dark with cement walls and floor. Black shag rug on the floor. There’s a mattress in the corner with a fleece blanket on it, and a huge arm chair in the middle of the rug in front of a plasma screen TV. Posters and more pictures cover the walls. There’s a rack of DVD’s and CD’s next to the TV, and a desk in the corner opposite the mattress holds a CD player and a laptop. A guitar sits in a stand next to it.
PHYRE: (whistles) Wow. Nice digs.
IZZY: (shrugging off the comment) Well, they gotta compensate us somehow, since we’re always putting our life on the line and all . . . (pulls out a DVD) Texas Chainsaw Massacre?
PHYRE: Sure.
(Izzy puts the DVD into a small DVD player underneath the TV, and the menu shows up on screen. Phyre sits in the chair as she fiddles with the volume and presses play)
IZZY: (turns to see Phyre in her chair) Get out.
PHYRE: Why? I was here first.
IZZY: That’s my chair. You can sit on the floor.
PHYRE: (latching onto an armrest) I’m the guest. You can have the floor.
IZZY: (getting angry and frustrated) If you don’t get outta my chair, I’ll sit on you.
PHYRE: (smirking) Go ahead.
(Izzy makes good her threat by pushing Phyre over some and claiming the small spot beside him)
PHYRE: (grinning and trying to flirt) See? Was that so hard?
IZZY: (still angry) Tell anyone about this and I will kill you in your sleep. And I was trained to know how to make it look like an accident.
(The movie plays. Izzy gets great enjoyment watching Phyre flinch and squirm at every surprise. Since she’s seen it before, she knows every part and every line)
PHYRE: (hands over his eyes) How can you stomach such blood and gore?
IZZY: (laughs and shrugs) You haven’t been around that long, nube. You haven’t seen NOTHING yet.
PHYRE: I feel ill.
IZZY: I’m sorry. Would you prefer Dawn of the Dead?
PHYRE: (sighing) Do you have anything other than slasher movies?
IZZY: (scoff) No. Why?
PHYRE: I’m more of an action movie person, myself.
IZZY: Sorry. Nothing in this room. All I have is horror movies.
PHYRE: (sad and shocked) Not even Live Free or Die Hard?
IZZY: (pauses) I think I might have that one . . . I’m trying to learn how to take out helicopters with cars . . .
PHYRE: (laughs, but stops when he sees her serious look) You’re serious?
IZZY: Yeah. It can be done. I’m so close. The last one I actually overshot buy a few feet . . .
PHYRE: You are something else, you know that.
IZZY: (smiling) You mean a crazy sociopathic bloodsucker?
PHYRE: (embarrassed) Oh, you heard that?
IZZY: Yep.
PHYRE: OOOOhhhhhh . . . (looks toward the door) Do I get a head start, or do you prefer to maim me here?
IZZY: What?
PHYRE: I dunno, you can get some pretty good inspiration from this movie, what with all the blood and gore and chainsaws . . .
IZZY: (chuckling) Dude, I’m not gonna kill you.
PHYRE: (wary) Yet?
IZZY: No. I’m not gonna kill you.
PHYRE: Why?
IZZY: (shrugs) I dunno . . . don’t feel like it now.
PHYRE: (stunned into silence)
IZZY: Everyone thinks I’m crazy, and sociopathic. It doesn’t really hurt my feelings anymore – I’ve accepted it.
PHYRE: (still in stunned silence)
IZZY: (turns to him) But you’re the only one who’s ever called me nice . . . or cute.
PHYRE: (doesn’t really know what to say) . . . Wanna go for a walk?
ACT II, Scene iv
Setting: Outside The Hole, in the small strip of forest located a few miles away from it. Izzy and Phyre are walking side by side, enjoying the silence and each other’s company.
PHYRE: (nervous) So, uh . . .
IZZY: (silent)
(Phyre reaches out and grabs her hand. Izzy doesn’t react, beyond turning her head so he can’t see her blush)
PHYRE: You . . . wanna go . . . out . . . sometime?
(They are interrupted by a CRACK. Phyre falls to the ground. Izzy crouches down, trying to see what happened. Someone hits her from behind and she’s out cold)
(Enter Keylebe and Jack)
JACK: (singing) We got ‘im, we got ‘im. We got ‘im-
KEYLEBE: Shut up!
(The two grab Phyre, leave a piece of paper on Izzy’s head, and walk off)
Setting: The next morning. Izzy is alone and just now waking up.
IZZY: (groaning) Ow. What hit me? (sees the piece of paper. Grabs it and quickly reads it) Aw crap. (sighs) Why does this always happen?
(Cut to Izzy in The Hole, showing the note to Captain. It’s up on the screen, revealing that it’s a ransom note for Phyre’s kidnapping, saying that they want Izzy in exchange for Phyre)
IZZY: Okay, so these people are based in Mexico, in one of the Mayan temples. I can get there in about-
CAPTAIN: (cuts her off) Izzy. Stop. It’s no use.
IZZY: Excuse me?
CAPTAIN: He’s expendable. We already have a new partner lined up for you.
IZZY: Excuse me?
CAPTAIN: (confused) Did you not hear me?
IZZY: (fuming) Oh, I heard you loud and clear. I just can’t believe it. You’re LETTING HIM GO?
CAPTAIN: Yes. As I said, he’s expendable. You’re not.
IZZY: (in a murderous rage) OH HELL NO. I DON’T CARE IF I GOTTA FLY OUT THERE MYSELF, I’M NOT LEAVING HIM THERE!
CAPTAIN: (venomously) Why? Did he say he cared about you? I thought you learned your lesson already.
IZZY: (shocked that he would bring up her past, but gets over it quickly) He doesn’t care about me – I care about him. (Leaves room)
(Cut to outside. Izzy is alone in the morning sun, with a backpack and her sword on her back)
IZZY: (to self) Just like old times. (faces the wind) Hold on, nube. I’m comin’ for ya.
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ACT III, Scene i
Setting: The sky, somewhere above the Mexico border. Izzy is flying along, ear buds in her ears.
(cell phone buzzes)
IZZY: (sighs, pulls out ear buds, and turns on cell phone) If you got this number you got a problem.
CAPTAIN: (sounds fuzzy over cell phone) Izzy? Come back. Now. THAT is an ORDER.
IZZY: Sir, you hurt me real bad. You tried to let my partner die in Mexico with a bunch of crazy whack jobs. You brought up my horrible past which should stay twenty feet under where I buried it. I have told you time and time again, I do not have to listen to you when I don’t freakin’ feel like it! I’m going to save Phyre. Deal with it.
CAPTAIN: Wait-
IZZY: I can take care of myself!
(Izzy disconnects phone and stows it carefully in her pocket)
IZZY: Just a few more hours. I promise you.
ACT III, Scene ii
Setting: Back at the Mayan temple, deep inside. A dark room. Phyre leans against the wall, slowly coming too. His hands are chained to the wall, which is covered in dark red stains.
PHYRE: (slowly waking up) OW. What the hell hit me, a truck?
DANIEL: (hidden in the shadows) Close, wolf brother. A tranquilizer dart, specially made for you.
PHYRE: (shouting) Who’s there?!?
DANIEL: (stepping from the shadows) It is I, Drasto.
PHYRE: (shock and awe) Holy Mother of God . . . . Am I your prisoner or something?
DANIEL: (walking towards him) Yes, Phyre, you are our prisoner. But not for the reasons you think.
PHYRE: But . . . but I killed . . .
DANIEL: We know you have, Phyre. You have been forgiven by the Council of Elders. You are here for a different reason entirely.
PHYRE: (moving against the chains) What?
DANIEL: (coming closer to Phyre and sitting on his haunches) You are here for her.
PHYRE: (slightly confused) Who?
DANIEL: (smiling slightly) Jachahll. She Who Is Meant To Lead Us. She only introduces herself as Izzy Wolfe.
PHYRE: Ah. (confused again) What does she have to do with this?
DANIEL: It was prophesized hundreds of years ago that Jachahll would come forth and lead us, and destroy the world. She is here, but she needed a little . . . persuasion.
PHYRE: As in, me?
DANIEL: (feigning surprise) Wow, you really are smart!
PHYRE: (looks down, ashamed of himself)
DANIEL: (continuing) Really, I don’t see what our Drasta sees in you. You’re not that smart, and you don’t have any quirks, can’t handle a blade or blood. You are very nice-looking, but I never figured her to be superficial . . .
(Daniel leaves. Camera close-up on Phyre’s form. A single tear rolls down his cheek, but he says nothing)
ACT III, Scene iii
Setting: outside Mayan temple. Izzy lands silently. She says nothing as she treks inside – going up the stairs, going through the little building at the top, goes down the secret set of stairs, and coming to the large chamber with the gold and stone crown on the pedestal.
IZZY: (loudly) Hello? Anyone home? I came for what’s mine.
(Jack in wolf form jumps from the shadows and tries to get her. Izzy jumps aside just in time, and pulls her sword out. The blood-red blade glints)
JACK: (morphs to human form) I wouldn’t hurt me if I were you. Your little boy-toy might get similar treatment.
IZZY: (zooms over to Jack and picks him up by the front of his shirt, shaking him with every word) WHERE. IS. HE.
JACK: (smirking) Patience. All in good time.
IZZY: (throwing him to the ground) I DON’T HAVE TIME! (snarls and pulls out a gun to shoot him)
DANIEL: (in the shadows) Not so fast, my dear. Please put the boy down and come with me.
IZZY: (whirls around to face the source of the voice) I am not your anything. Who the hell are you? What have you done with Phyre?
DANIEL: (walking towards her) He’s safe . . . for now. Your actions will depict if he stays that way.
(Daniel walks over to the pedestal, while Izzy stays where she’s at, glaring, sword in one hand. The gun is being put away)
IZZY: What do you want from me?
DANIEL: We want nothing from you, dear – we want all of you.
IZZY: (confused slightly) Meaning . . .
DANIEL: My dear Jachahll . . .
(Izzy freezes at the name, and all the color drains from her face)
IZZY: (frightened and angry) How do you know that name? (Daniel says nothing) ANSWER ME, DANGIT!
DANIEL: (standing beside the pedestal) Your legends are our bedtime stories, Jachahll. Everyone of our race knows of you and awaits your coming. You’re like our Messiah.
IZZY: (seething with anger) So what do you want me to do? Deliver a message of peace or somethin’?
DANIEL: (amused) Of course not. We want you to lead us into the end of the world.
IZZY: Oh joy. What about Phyre?
DANIEL: (smirking) He’s your persuasion. If you don’t do as we ask . . . well, let’s just say it’s not going to be pleasant. (makes a hand motion, and Keylebe comes out carrying Phyre) I really don’t know what you see in him, though. He is a wanted criminal, after all . . .
IZZY: (surprised) What?
PHYRE: (sets his jaw, ready for whatever happens next)
DANIEL: (full-on grinning) He didn’t tell you? He killed hundreds of people and ran from our law. Don’t know how he came across your government, but he must’ve thought that they would grant him amnesty.
PHYRE: (looks away, ashamed of himself)
IZZY: (looks down, not knowing what to say)
DANIEL: Plus, he’s not that bright, and not very fast . . .
IZZY: (looking up) If you don’t let him go right now, I swear on my mother’s watery grave that I will hunt you down and consume your soul.
DANIEL: Please. I have no soul.
(Jack comes up and grabs Izzy’s upper arm roughly and drags her to the pedestal. Daniel grabs Phyre and puts a knife to his throat)
DANIEL: (knife on Phyre’s throat) It’s your choice, my dear – either ultimate power and this whelp, or nothing at all. Choose quickly – this wolf is quite heavy.
PHYRE: (sounding strangled) Don’t do it! Forget about me! Move on! Run away!
IZZY: (stares at the crown on the pedestal but doesn’t move)
DANIEL: (pushes the knife a little harder into Phyre’s throat, breaking the skin. A trail of blood begins to flow) Tick . . . tock . .
IZZY: (unsure of herself) NO!
DANIEL: NOW!
(Jack grabs the crown and pushes it into Izzy’s hands. With one last look at Phyre, she places it on her head, and immediately falls down)
IZZY: (screams of agonizing pain)
PHYRE: (shouting as much as he can) What is it doing to her?
DANIEL: (drops Phyre to the ground) Do you recall what Jachahll means? (pauses) The Two That Are One. Two personalities, one body. Right now, the duel personalities are fighting to regain control over the other. Only one can rule . . .
IZZY: (screams again, holding head)
PHYRE: NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
KEYLEBE: (going up to Daniel) Drasto, do we have to do this? Couldn’t we have found another way to accomplish what we want?
DANIEL: (looking angry) Silence, boy. This is the only way to accomplish world domination.
IZZY: (screams one more time, trying to pull the crown off, and stops moving)
PHYRE: (quiet) I-Izzy?
KEYLEBE: (getting angry) Look what you’ve done! You killed her!
DANIEL: (looks at Izzy’s broken body and shrugs) Oh well. We shall find another way.
KEYLEBE: WE COULD HAVE FOUND ANOTHER WAY WITHOUT KILLING HER!
PHYRE: (crawls over to Izzy’s body) Izzy? Babe, can you hear me?
IZZY: (in a weird distorted voice) Who is Izzy? There is only Jachahll.
(Daniel pushes Keylebe away, and strides up to Izzy and Phyre. Keylebe stalks away and grabs a spear)
DANIEL: (excited) YES! Oh great Jachahll, what is your wish?
(Izzy rises from the ground and floats above them. Her eyes glow red. Her body glows red, casting a red light on the cavern)
IZZY: You want to know what I wish for?
DANIEL: (getting to his knees) Anything, Drasta. Anything at all.
(Keylebe takes careful aim – for the back of Daniel’s head)
IZZY: (grins evilly) I want you dead.
DANIEL: (confused) Wha-What?
IZZY: (rises a few more feet in the air) YOU STOLE WHAT IS MINE TO BEND ME TO YOUR WILL! YOU HARMED WHAT IS MINE TO BEND ME TO YOUR WILL! JACHAHLL BENDS TO NO ONE’S WILL, MORTAL!
(There’s a loud crack that sounds like thunder)
IZZY: YOU WANTED A MESSIAH? PREPARE TO FEEL THE GODS’ ANGER!
(Keylebe throws the spear, which hits its intended target. Daniel falls, dead)
JACK: (who was hiding behind a large piece of rock) Jachahll, please don’t kill me! I have done nothing wrong! Mercy!
IZZY: SORRY, FRESH OUT. FEEL MY WRATH.
(There’s another crack of lighting, and all that’s left of Jack but a pile of ash. Izzy turns her gaze to Keylebe)
IZZY: YOU WERE KIND TO ME AND MINE. YOU HAVE NO MORE CONTROL OVER YOUR LEADER THAN I DO. I SPARE YOUR LIFE.
KEYLEBE: (bows) Thank you . . . Izzy.
(The red light begins to fade some, but then extends to cover the entire cavern. The pyramid begins to fall. Phyre dives for cover under the eaves at the edge of the room. With a scream, the building falls. After the dust clears, Phyre pops up, coughing)
PHYRE: (coughing) I-*hack*-Izzy? WHERE ARE YOU?
(Phyre, still calling her name, begins to sift through the pile of rubble. He finds a hand, gasps, and uncovers her body)
PHYRE: Oh, Izzy . . . (holds her hand to his cheek) You’re not supposed to die. It’s not fair. I just found you. (begins to cry) Please. Wake up.
(Izzy in unmoving)
PHYRE: (screams to the sky) WHY DO YOU TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME JUST AS I GET HAPPY? (looks back at Izzy’s quiet face) I’m going to miss you. Your laugh, your smile, your tacos . . .
IZZY: (very quietly and hoarsely) My . . chair . . .
PHYRE: (not noticing that Izzy has opened her eyes) Your chair, your room, your horrible taste in slasher movies and music . . .
IZZY: (somewhat louder) How dare you. MCR is classic. Bite your tongue.
PHYRE: (sniffling) O-Okay . . . Hold up! (looks down to see Izzy staring up at him with half-closed eyes, and pulls her into an embrace) YOU’RE ALIVE!
IZZY: (wincing) You’re telling me . . . thought I bought the farm for a second there. Feel like I got hit by a semi.
PHYRE: You’re not dead!
IZZY: Thought I told you before . . . it’s not my fault you believe every lie that I toss at you.
(A black nondescript helicopter appears over the horizon and lands on the edges of the rubble, and Captain steps out of it)
CAPTAIN: (looking at the rubble) Next time I tell you to wait, maybe you won’t destroy a nationally known monument, ‘kay?
IZZY: (sighing) I’ll try to remember that the next time I black out I should try not to destroy the building. (to Phyre) Not like he’d be able to stop me . . .
ACT III, Scene iv
Setting: The Hole, Izzy’s room, an hour after the explosion of the Mayan Pyramid. A myriad of medical supplies litter her floor.
IZZY: (pleading) Please! No More! I give!
PHYRE: (looking concerned) It’s only peroxide . . . Does it hurt that bad?
(Izzy swipes a cotton ball, pours a little peroxide onto it, and dabs it on one of Phyre’s wounds)
PHYRE: OW!! What was that for?
IZZY: (giggling) To show you that it indeed stings like hell. Believe me now?
PHYRE: (resigned) Yes . . .
IZZY: Don’t worry . . . the sting fades after a little while. You’ll live.
(Awkward silence)
PHYRE: So . . . um . . . .
IZZY: Yes?
PHYRE: Can . . I ask you . . . a question?
IZZY: You already did, but feel free to ask another.
PHYRE: Howdoyoufeelaboutme?
IZZY: Slow down, man. Ask a little slower.
PHYRE: (slower) How . . . do you feel . . . about me?
IZZY: (pauses and stares at him) Do you really have to ask that question? I fly three hundred freaking miles, get possessed by the voice in my head, and blow up a freaking pyramid. Really, do you know what that means?
(Izzy pulls Phyre into a hug and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek)
IZZY: You’re mine, wolf boy.
(Izzy’s cell phone rings. Sighing, she answers)
IZZY: Seriously, whoever you are, if you got this number, you’ve got a problem. A very pissed off problem.
CAPTAIN: Izzy? We got a different kind of problem. Giant lake monster in Lake Eerie. Let’s roll – we leave in five.
(Izzy hangs up the phone with a sigh. Phyre stands up and helps Izzy up)
PHYRE: I’ll grab the Twizzlers, cookies, and cards.
IZZY: I’ve got the C4. (sighs) No rest for the wicked, I guess.
PHYRE: Yeah, the wicked awesome.
IZZY: (punches Phyre in the shoulder) Dork.
PHYRE: Yes, but I’m your dork.
(Screen goes black, and the front page of a newspaper fill the screen. Title reads ‘TEENS DEFEAT EERIE MONSTER!’, and has a picture of Izzy and Phyre sitting on top of a defeated dragon-like creature. As the newspaper fades out, credits begin to roll)
EXTRA SCENE
Setting: The plane after the defeat of the Lake Eerie Monster. Phyre and Izzy are sitting on the floor, playing cards.
IZZY: (laying her cards down) I got a ten, a five, and seven, an eight, and a six. I win.
PHYRE: (throws his cards down in disgust) We really need to learn the rules of this game . . .
END
Okay, I'm totally gonna tweak it some more, and if anyone's interested in it I'll send it on, but here it be!!!!
~Jink, the screen-writer
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