The following is a story I have been thinking about off and on since junior high. It’s called Guess What? I’m dead. A story of second chances…well sort of. It follow Seth a down on his luck guy who finds himself in a lot of trouble. Like getting dead kind of trouble but he is given a second chance to change his ways and make things better by helping the one person who killed him find a better path in life. He has to get the job done before his body deteriorates, that’s the deal. coming back from the dead is hard enough but coming back from the dead as the living dead should be just fun. This is my first draft. It was originally a screenplay that was started several times but I figured why not just start writing it and see where it goes. While I’m at I wanted to share it with the world so you can get an idea of what I wanted to create. Let me know what you think so far and like I said this is the first draft, so feel free to be brutal but most of all please enjoy, I wanted to make it a fun process.
The night seems oddly calm considering the events that are about to unfurl. The air is cool and crisp, not a draft of wind, skys are clear. You can smell the downtown hotdogs, pizza and stale booze all around. What more could you want for a night on the town. Why am I running? Oh right there are two ugly fellows chasing me down. Breathing heavily, I dodge into one back ally up some stairs and out into another street. If I get out of this more cardio is in the books for sure. They are still behind me, I can’t see them when glancing back for the split second that is allowed without crashing face first into the cigarette butt ridden ground but I can still feel there prescience. One of the guys of short balding man sort of Joe Pesci esque, I could probably take him but the the other guy is much taller and scarier. Think Lurch meets Dolphin Lundgren. If that one catches me I’m done for. Running now past the street lights into a park filled with trees and park benches. No one is around; damn. What was I expecting in the middle of the night on a Thursday, the teddy bears picnic. There’s a clearing ahead maybe I can find a place to hide on the other side. Oh look, a tree let’s see if hiding behind there will help, it’s worked in so many other things I’ve seen, Right? Looking around I don’t see them. Then looking on the left and bang. Fist to the face so hard it may have proven Stephen Hawking’s theory and all goes dark. I can now hear muffeled voices are arguing back and forth but not much else, it could just as well be a dream.
“What do with him now boss?” One voice asks.
”Just wait for him to come to, we need to have a little discussion about respect before we go any further” Replied another voice.
”Do we get to off him tonight?” Asked a third voice.
”It may come to that but you get to have a little fun first.” The second voice says again.
“I think he’s coming to.” Says the first voice.
I could hear them all but could not see a thing everything was sill black when I opened my eyes and then all of a sudden there’s this blinding light. It takes a few moments to adjust. Looks as though there was a pillow case over the old throbbing noggin. I could taste the metallic blood that feels like it’s running down from my once beautiful nose and the light is coming from a really strong flashlight held by the not so attractive Pesci. Looking around I see the oceans and a brook that’s is flowing into it. We are under a little bridge. It doesn’t look like one that gets used often so I’m guessing we are away from civilization, yippie. I’m on my knees and my hands are bound by very soft rope, how thoughtful. Probably all they had. There are three guys standing around now the two uglies that we’re chasing me and a third man. He’s a little more upset looking, like he needs to shit but can’t, normal height with dirty blonde hair kind of attractive in a average sort of way. Not what you would expect for someone in his profession. Looks a little like Cary Elws, the princess bride guy. They call him Mr. Rich but his name is actually David Findman or something common like that. He is wearing a very odd but intriguing necklace, it doesn’t seem to suit his appearance. Looks like something you would see in one of those voodoo charms it was an octagon shape with a whole bunch of what looks like pitchforks in every direction and a suit. They were all suited up, not the cheap kind either.
“Why am I out of bed away from my family at this unruly hour of the night Mr. Lancaster is it?” The new guy asked.
That’s me, I’m Mr. Lancaster, but you can call me Seth.
”Well Mr. Rich, whatever it is I’m sure it can wait until the morning.” I replied.
and smack! I get a backhand from the little bald ones flashlight. At least it wasn’t Lurch Lundgren again.
”I don’t have time for this shit sir. My boys here say you have taken a large sum of money from me, Where is it?” He says with a very menacing tone.
”Well you’d have to ask Sally, or was is Jessie?” I come back, looking to the side like an asshole.
This is when the big fella comes over, bends down, grabs my thumb and just breaks it like he’s braking bread at the last supper or some thing.
“Holy Shit!!!” I yell with some other added profanity I shall not repeat.
”Now you better cough up the two hundred grand you took from me, or my friends here are going to have some more fun with you.” Mr. Rich adds calmly.
”Oh yes wait now, while I get my accountant up here with my cheques and ledgers.” I come back with out of breath from pain.
”Well boys, I’m done here tonight. Sorry your fun has to end. I’m tired and I would rather get up early to recoup my money then let this little insufferable worm breath this life for another second.” He says waving his hand.
The Lurch Guy then pulls out his wire from his pocket and walks over too me.
“Wait, I shout! Give me one week I can get your money!”
Mr. Rich leans in close to my face and says.
“That’s ok I can do it three days.”
Lurch wraps the chord around my neck and pulls so tight I feel the blood vessels popping in my eyes, I manage to get my hands loose to try and grip at the wire but my strength is wearing out but with the last bit of energy I pull the necklace off of Mr. Rich and as I’m falling to the ground before everything thing goes black for the last time I herd him say.
”Put the body somewhere public, so he can set an example for others”