Cast:

Crue Macule

Periculo Manus

Akoni Valenae

Noin Fortio

Dr. Lepidae

There is darkness, and a voice speaks through it, it is the voice of DR. LEPIDAE

Dr. Lerpidae: VO Some people think that the instinct to kill is within each and every one of us. You. Me. All of us. They think that it lay dormant, awaiting a trigger event to awaken in. As a doctor, I usually attempt to stay away from such arguments. I much prefer to deal with FACT. Cold, hard, indisputable FACT. But, I must admit, with the facts I have in front of me, what was once a philosophy, may become a just that. A fact.

The scene opens on two young men in a car, in the driver seat is CRUE MACULE, he looks to be about sixteen, he has dark hair about even with his nose and pushed out of his face so he can see to drive, he seems rather tall, and thin, and is wearing very baggy black clothing, and his fingernails adorning his long fingers are painted black, in one of his hands is a cigarette, and the other holds onto the wheel, next to him in the passenger seat sat PERICULO MANUS, a slightly shorter and more sturdy looking man of similar attire, likewise with a cigarette between two of his fingers. From the radio came the sounds of DRAGULA by ROB ZOMBIE, and the car moves through a very dark and over cast lower class part of an unnamed city. Trash of all types litters the streets, there are groups and gangs of people standing everywhere, all of them dark-clad, some where fighting, some were not, and the car drove rather slow through the area, the music drowning everything else out.

Fade to Black.

Dr. Lepidae: VO Now, as far as anyone can tell, Crue Macule had already had a tragic life. He had lost all of his immediate and only family in a house fire when he had been five. He had always known Periculo Manus, and after the fire, he moved in with Manus and his family where he lived for the rest of their life, their being the Manus family, of course.

The scene re-opens upon the car, the music is off now, and CRUE stamps his cigarette out upon the black leather, fingerless glove covering his left hand as he drives.

Periculo Manus: Are we going home, Crue?

Crue Macule: Yes, we are. Is there anything we needed to get whilst we were out of the house?

Periculo Manus: I don’t think so.

Crue Macule: Good.

They pulled onto a small street, and drove further, they saw they’re home, a small poor-looking place, and the door had been kicked in and part of the house was burning. The two men shared a worried look before CRUE hit the gas and sped towards the house.

Fade to black.

Dr. Lepidae: VO Our fair city, or, at least, our once fair city, was at this time, overrun with gangs. They came out at night, and preyed upon anyone and anything they saw fit. No one was safe. Absolutely no one.

Here, Dr. Lepidae clears his throat.

Dr. Lepidae: VO They say that taking a human life shatters a soul. They say the same of witnessing a murder. That the one witnessing it will never be the same. Particularly if they are close to the person being murdered, or happen to be overly compassionate. This is one of the things thought to awaken the homicidal impulse in humans.

The car skidded to a halt in front of the house and both men got out, running towards the house only to be tacked by five heavy-set black-clothed men. The leader of the group commands the five men to bring them inside, where more men hold an older woman, and older man, and three young girls. PERICULO struggles against the men holding him, as does CRUE.

Periculo: MOM. DAD.

Crue: Let us go, you bloody cowards.

Gang Leader: Cowards, are we?

He threw a knife with pinpoint accuracy, and it hit the older woman who fell back gasping and clutching her heart as blood dripped to stain her white dress.

Periculo: NO!

Periculo, Crue, and the older man begin to struggle against the ones holding them, as the female children cry and scream. The leader of the gang moves to the older man and throws him onto the ground before PERICULO and CRUE, pulls a gun, and shoots him in the head without the faintest sign of remorse, as blood and brain matter from the shot spray upon the two young boys, both of which scream, and began struggling once more. The camera focuses upon the leader, who points the gun at the three children, there are three gunshots, and then both CRUE and PERICULO are stricken unconscious.

CRUE awakens first, and stands, anger contorting his face and his head tilts to the side slightly, his teeth clenched in anger and pain, and he moves to the body of the older woman, and sees the knife in her hand that she managed to pull out of her wound before she died. He picked it up and held it to his chest, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Then, with a earth-shattering scream, PERICULO awakens and bursts to his feet, screaming.

Periculo: I’LL KILL THEM; I’LL KILL THEM ALL. WHERE ARE THEY? WHO WERE THEY? I WANT THEM ALL DEAD, AND I WANT THEM DEAD NOW. I WANT TO KILL THEM. I WANT THEIR BLOOD ON MY HANDS.

CRUE rushes to his friend’s side, pushing him forcefully against a wall as PERICULO struggles to get free.

Crue: I agree. But we can’t do this blindly. We need a PLAN. Calm down. Come to your senses.

PERICULO began to calm, though he was still muttering something about blood, and hands. Crue looked around with cold gray eyes, and he saw an insignia upon the wall.

Crue Whisper.: The Nightwatchmen…

PERICULO turned and punched the wall he had just been pushed against, shouting incoherently about death , murder and blood.

Fade to black.

Dr. Lepidae: Given that, I don’t understand how the State is surprised that what happened happened. They sought what nearly any human on earth would have. They sought revenge. And who in hell could blame them?

The scene opened up upon a small warehouse in a desolate and dreary part of the same town, there are lights coming from the place, and NEMESIS by CRADLE OF FILTH is emanating from the place inside, is the gang from earlier, and the leader stand upon a raised platform, with some twenty men on the ground below him, leading a speech, though the music drowns out his words. The car the boys were driving earlier then comes crashing through a wall of the warehouse, hitting and presumably killing many of the men, and the boys get out. PERICULO dives on the mean nearest to him, punching, kicking, and biting at the man, taking him down, he pushes his thumb into the man’s eye socket and extracts the man’s eyeball, the man’s mouth wide open in a scream drowned out by the music. CRUE walks among the men around him, slowly picking them off one by one as they came towards him with fast and masterfully accurate slashes to their throats. He does this to several, before one grabs him from behind, and many began hitting him. CRUE flips the one holding him over him by his arm, stabbing him in the neck in his way over, and he then slid to the floor and cut the Achilles tendon of another man who fell, CRUE then jumped onto the downed man’s back and slit his throat. Meanwhile, PERICULO is being restrained by several men as well, until he begins using his head as a weapon, head-butting the face of many of the men, causing them to fall to the ground, PERICULO then reached back to grab the nose of the man restraining him with his fingers and fingernails, and ripped it completely off, turned around and punched the man in the throat with all his strength, and the man fell trying to breath and coughing up blood to the ground, PERICULO then turned and moved to one of the last man standing, and over PERICULO’s movement, on the raised platform where the leader stood, the leader was seen running away from this carnage, and beyond that CRUE had cut a man’s hamstring and was preceding to stab him repeatedly in his chest and torso as PERICULO stood choking the final standing man to death, and the warehouse is stormed by police officers, all wearing matching, tight, black uniforms bearing the word ‘police’ in dark red capital letters, with black masks that concealed their faces, CRUE turns to face the police looking around for the leader, and realizing he’s gone, tilts his head slightly to the right and grins sinisterly, spinning the knife between the fingers of his right hand, and PERICULO stands there seeming to laugh insanely, as NEMESIS by CRADLE OF FILTH begins to come to a close, and the police stand there, in a perfectly formed square of men.

Fade to black.