ColdANGEL - Original Script (2016 Edit)

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FADE IN:

VOICEOVER:

Statues; frozen images. Symbols of protection, liberation,

Conquest. Icons standing upon burning chariots promising to

provide light to those lost in darkness. Ready to smite those

who challenge the power of righteousness. However, statues are

still, trapped between two timelines; two worlds. Struggling

to fit with contemporary society and struggling to take to

heart that the time of their world has come to an end.

Travellers from the past. Present without any future.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:

EXT: PARK - NIGHT.

MALAKAI ELLIOTS is standing over an open grave with his hand

on the tombstone. He opens his eyes revealing his unusual

silver eyes. He clenches his fist as anger fills his heart. He

falls to his knees and puts his head in his hands. Etched into

his gravestone, was his own name, and in the grave, a skeletal

figure wearing a suit that he immediately recognised.

MALAKAI

(Roars in anguish)

An elderly passer-by, who noticed the unusual display of

lightning striking the gravesite creeps into the cemetery. He

stops as he hears the cries. Squinting his eyes, he notices

the young man on the floor and he walks cautiously over to

him.

PASSER-BY

You okay there, son?

MALAKAI

What year is it? How long have I been gone?

PASSER-BY

(puzzled) It's 2010 son. Shouldn't you be at home? Your family must be worried. Tell me

where you live I'll walk you home.

He touches Malakai on his shoulder. Malakai throws his hand

away and grabs his neck. He looks directly at the elderly man

and lifts him off his feet, his pointed nails digging into his

skin. His silver eyes flashed with resentment.

PASSER-BY

(terrified) Please! Don't hurt me! P-Please! I was only trying

to help! Please!

Malakai raises his fist slowly to the air and lunges at the

passer-by. The passer-by closed his eyes tightly anticipating

the blow to his face.

MALAKAI

(dropping him) Get lost.

The passer-by scrambles to his feet and bolts down the

alleyway. Malakai stands clenching his fists again.

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