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II-5 - One Last Look

written by Collin J.H. Chang

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Published: 1997 | Size: 70 KB (13888 words) | Language: english | Rating: R
Average: 2.2/5   2.2/5 (8 votes)
Abstract:
A MSCL and "John Constantine, Hellblazer" crossover

based on stories and characters created by Winnie Holzman

THE STORY THUS FAR:

As Angela tries to make amends for betraying Rayanne to the First of The Fallen Brothers, the dispirited Rayanne goes on a drinking binge, waiting for the Would-be Lord of Hell to come for her soul. That's when a Holy Woman comes to her and reveals a hidden truth that could save the souls of both Angela and Rayanne. Thus, Rayanne strikes a deal with the First that gives her until sundown the following day to pull the fastest sting in recent cosmic history. But if she fails, there'll be Hell to pay! Mysteries are revealed, allegiances are struck and, before it's all said and done, Rayanne will learn the darkest secret in the Universe!


EXT. BARREN INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT - DAY

Rayanne waits in the middle of this district; she blows cold steam from her mouth. THE HEBREW walks up to her.

RAYANNE
So, did you get it?

THE HEBREW
Tibetan Monks can be a difficult lot to
barter with, I must tell you.

He pulls a clay vase from his satchel.

RAYANNE
All right, Jude! I knew I could count
on you!
(a beat)
So, what'd you give 'em?

THE HEBREW
I simply appealed to their one weakness:
Shepherd's Delicacy.

RAYANNE
(nodding her head)
Oh. Yeah. Right. So...what is that?

THE HEBREW
Sheep's testicles. Guaranteed to prolong
one's sexual endurance. Assuming of
course, one is a male.

RAYANNE
Mental note of that: "Hit on shepherds."
Let's see it.

He begins unscrewing the top of the JADE VASE.

THE HEBREW
I must ask you, Rayanne, what is it you
need of this? Such an odd request.

RAYANNE
(smiles)
Leverage.

THE HEBREW
Be very careful not to inhale when I
open this.

RAYANNE
I'm, like, way ahead of you, Mr.
President.

The Hebrew opens the vase, and wisps of white dust float out. A CONE-SHAPED MOUND of white clay sits inside. Rayanne lifts it gently, slowly smiles as she sniffs it.

THE HEBREW
Your intentions, I take it, are quite
honorable. I told the Keeper of the
Monastary that his...relic would be in
safe hands. I would hate to...betray
his confidence in me.

RAYANNE
(wry smile)
Did you at least seal the deal with a
kiss?

An awkward beat of silence. The kind that follows an exquisite faux pas. Rayanne slaps a hand to her forehead.

RAYANNE
God...I, like, can't believe I just
said that. I'm sorry, Jude. I'm...
just a bit testy these days.

THE HEBREW
(a beat)
Quite understandable. Considering the
circumstances.

She winks at him.

RAYANNE
I owe you one, Jude.

THE HEBREW
You owe me quite a few, Rayanne. And
someday, perhaps, I shall collect.

She nods in acknowledgement. Then she sniffs the White Mound again.

RAYANNE
(smiles)
Smells like Teen Spirit.


INT. KATIMSKY'S HOUSE - DAY

It's now nearly empty of furniture. Rickie stands with his coat on, his bag packed, looking around. He seems lost. He hears a sound and turns to see Angela in the doorway.

RICKIE
Angela!

ANGELA
Rickie -- ! You're here! It's Rayanne.
I -- I need your...

Angela notices his packed bag.

RICKIE
It's hard to leave...this was the only
real home I've ever had.

ANGELA
I wish there was a way you could...
keep it.

RICKIE
I can't pay for it. That's, like, the
meaning of life...you can have something
only if you pay the price for it.

ANGELA'S VOICE
It's really weird how friends can
suddenly turn psychic, like they know
exactly what you're thinking, even if
you, like, have no idea how to say it.

Angela takes a deep breath.

ANGELA
But what if...someone else has to pay?

RICKIE
That is, like, so deep.

ANGELA
I have to make things right, Rickie --
at least, I have to try...

RICKIE
I know. I mean, I partly understand
why you did what you did. But that
doesn't make it right.

ANGELA
Rickie, you don't think -- I mean,
Rayanne wouldn't...

RICKIE
No, Angela, she would. You've never
seen her after a tragedy like this.
She gets crazy sometimes...and goes
overboard.

ANGELA
Then, I guess it's my responsibility,
or something, to --

VOICE (O.S.)
-- to do what's right.

PATCHWORK PATTY
stands in the doorway, partly in shadow. She takes a step forward, into the partial light of a single lamp. For the first time, Angela sees Patty as she now is: A PATCHWORK OF BODY PARTS SEWN BACK TOGETHER.

ANGELA
Mom -- ! Oh my God! What -- what
happened to you?

PATTY
It was your father, sweety. And that
Hallie person.

Angela looks closely at her mother, who's been sewn back together, quite professionally.

ANGELA'S VOICE
It was like the time we went to Disney
World, and I noticed that Minnie Mouse
actually had, like, this huge zipper
down her back. I still sort of have
nightmares about that.

PATTY
But Rickie -- thank God he knows how
to sew. At first, I have to admit, I
found that a little confusing...

ANGELA
Okay, so maybe he's bi... But who
cares?! He can still sew.
(to Rickie)
Rickie, why didn't you -- ?

RICKIE
I'm sorry, Angela. But I was sworn
to secrecy.

PATTY
(smiles)
At least until I got my revenge. But
what's important now is doing what's
right. And what's right is to help
your close friend, Rayanne. Because
by helping her, you'll be saving your
own soul, as well.

ANGELA
Mom, Rayanne is my best friend.

PATTY
She is not your best friend.

ANGELA
She is so my best friend. I'm sorry
you disapprove. Why don't you just
admit that you -- !

PATTY
All right! I admit it! I don't -- !

Suddenly, there's a LOUD PLOP!! as PATTY'S LIVER bursts through a huge GASH between the thick black sutures holding her torso together! It PLOPS! on the floor with a LOUD WET SMACK!

PATTY
Look! You made me burst my liver!

ANGELA
Oh, yeah, blame it on me, so you can
have it as like this grudge for the
rest of eternity!

Patty kneels down, picks up her liver, and squeezes it back in.

RICKIE
That is, like, so gross...

PATTY
Angela, we don't have time to argue
about this.

ANGELA
Only because you're afraid you're going
to burst at the seams!

PATTY
Angela...! Rayanne has made a decision.
A very foolish decision. And now we
have to follow her.

RICKIE
Follow her? Where?

PATTY
To Hell.

ANGELA
To Hell -- ?!

PATTY
At sundown tonight, Rayanne will go to
Hell to save her father. It's a foolish
decision, because mortals were never
meant to bargain with the gods.

Angela takes a deep breath. This was more than she bargained for.

PATTY
The journey to Hell will take some time.
If we leave right this minute, allowing
for the depth of the snow in places, and
the wind chill factor slowing our muscle
reaction, we should get there just about
two minutes after she arrives.

Patchwork Patty begins heading out the door. Angela and Rickie exchange glances.

PATTY
Well, are we all going to go, or not?

Angela and Rickie hesitate a beat.

PATTY
Could we all just, pull together, and
really make an effort to do this? Be-
cause I really think this could be a
lot of fun.

RICKIE
I guess we're, you know, sort of doing
the will of God, aren't we...?

PATTY
Yes we are, Rickie.

They follow Patty out the door and begin walking through the snow, when a VOICE speaks behind them.

VOICE (O.S.)
Wait!

THE NUN
stands in the snow behind them. She takes a step forward.

THE NUN
You'll need me to go to Hell with you,
if you want to do the will of God.

She takes another step closer, and slowly pulls off the hood of her Nun's habit. It's AMBER!

RICKIE
Amber -- !!!

ANGELA
Ms. Vallone...?

AMBER
(nodding)
You'll all need me to join you, because
I complete The Karass. Me, Rickie --

She looks at Angela.

AMBER
Angela -- and her mother. And Rayanne.

RICKIE
Amber! But -- Rayanne said you were -- !

AMBER
I'm not Amber anymore, Rickie. I'm now
Sister Renunciata, of the Order of the
Benedictine Nuns. And I've come back to
Three Rivers for one thing: To rescue
my daughter.

She pulls a LONG RAZOR-SHARP BROAD SWORD from under her habit. It gleams.

RICKIE
What -- what's that for?

AMBER
It's the only thing that can destroy
The First of The Fallen, dear. It's a
Turkish sword that was smelted from pure
silver and folded over and over ten
thousand times by the Master Swordsmith,
Bzar Szmirk in the 12th Century.

ANGELA
That -- that's amazing! How do you
know all this?

AMBER
I learned it from a stupid book! But,
now, Rayanne's only hope of salvation
is The Karass. So we must go forth.

ANGELA
What's a "Karass?"

RICKIE
It's people who get mixed up in each
other's lives, to, you know, do the
will of God.

Amber caresses Rickie's head.

AMBER
(with affection)
I could just smack you.

Patty walks up to Amber, puts out her hand.

PATTY
Hi. Patty? Chase? Angela's mom...?

AMBER
I know who you are! You don't have
to keep reintroducing your -- !

Patty's right hand POPS! off into Amber's as she shakes it.

AMBER
Oh my -- ! I'm sorry, I must have
shaken it a little too hard!

PATTY
No problem. It's no problem...none at
all.
(a beat)
Rickie...?

RICKIE
No problem, Mrs. Chase.

He pulls out a sewing kit from his pocket, begins sewing her hand back on.

AMBER
Weird.


INT. GIRL'S BATHROOM - LIBERTY HIGH - DAY

Rayanne picks the lock with a bobbie pin, sneaks inside. It's dark. She carries a BOOM BOX, and removes a CASSETTE TAPE from her purse. NIRVANA - IN UTERO. She loads it, hits play. "All Apologies" begins. But there's something strange about the sound of it. It's being played BACKWARDS!

RAYANNE
Come on, K.C. Don't go stiffin' your
number one fan...

Rayanne looks in the mirror. Suddenly, there's movement! She sees a FIGURE with dirty blonde shoulder length hair walk behind her. The FACE of the Figure appears just over her shoulder. Most of its jaw and nose has been blown away by what appears to be a SHOTGUN BLAST.

SHOTGUN FACE
Whhuu drrrs...?!*
*(Who dares...?!)

RAYANNE
How's it hanging, Kurt?

SHOTGUN FACE
Grfff...! Uh shuul hvv nowwwnnn...!*
*(Graff...! I should have known...!)

RAYANNE
Figured you might be getting lonely
and all, considering it's Winter Break
and everything. I mean, no Freshmen
girls to traumatize before fourth
period, or anything.

SHOTGUN FACE
Uh nowww yrrr inn dppp shhhtt agannn,
Grfff... Bttt donnn cmmm crynnn tu meee...
Alll jsst lfff myy asss fff...! Hhh!
Hhhh!! Hhhhhh!!!*
*(I know you're in deep shit again,
Graff... But don't come crying to me...
I'll just laugh my ass off...! Ha!
Ha!! Ha!!!)

Rayanne reaches into her bottomless purse, pulls out the VASE the Hebrew gave her.

RAYANNE
Look familiar?

SHOTGUN FACE
Whht trkkkerrry isss thsss, Grfff...?*
*(What trickery is this, Graff...?)

RAYANNE
Oh, no tricks. Just one hell of a
vanishing act.

She opens the vase, takes out the WHITE MOUND of dust.

RAYANNE
Vanishing, like, for all eternity.
And you look so peaceful, here, Kurt.
Finally at rest.

A horrific beat.

SHOTGUN FACE
Nnnnn...*
*(Nooo...)

RAYANNE
Yes.

She smells the White Mound.

RAYANNE
Mmmmmm.... Smells like Teen Spirit.

She begins squeezing the White Mound between her fingers. Wisps of dust crumble off and float away.

SHOTGUN FACE
Nnnnnnn!!!*
*(Nooooo!!!)

She smiles smugly.

SHOTGUN FACE
Whtt du yuuu wnnnttt...?*
*(What do you want...?)

RAYANNE
Three weeks ago, I chainsawed him into
oblivion. Now I need him back. Your
Lord and Master. Where can I find him?

SHOTGUN FACE
Bttt...btttt yuuu dssstrryddd hmmmm...!*
*(But...but you destroyed him...!)

RAYANNE
Destroyed him my ass -- ! He's an
Immortal! He's a Fallen Angel! He
can't be destroyed. He can only be
reborn into another shape or form.

SHOTGUN FACE
Ai...ai dnnnttt nwwwww...*
*(I...I don't know...)

Ray's pissed! She holds the White Mound over one of the toilets, begins crumbling the dust into the toilet water.

RAYANNE
Negative, K.C. Not good enough. You
wanna live through this? You gotta try
a _little_ harder. Cause, ya see, Kurt,
it's like this: My ass will be grass
by sundown tonight. Unless I can talk
your Lord and Master into coming back
for an encore. Got it?

Suddenly, one of Shotgun Face's arms begins to vanish!

SHOTGUN FACE
Nnnnnn!!! Plsssss...sstttppp -- !!!
Lll tlll yuu annthnnnggg -- !*
*(Nooooo!!! Please...stop -- !!!
I'll tell you anything -- !)

RAYANNE
One more time, Kurt. Where is he?!
Where can I find Satan?


INT. JORDAN'S HOUSE - DAY

Brian pushes open the door.

BRIAN
Angela?

A CREAK. Jordan, on crutches, is slowly and painfully making his way toward him.

BRIAN
I thought you were, like, still
recovering, or something.

JORDAN
Is that you, Brain?

BRIAN
What are you doing out of bed?

JORDAN
I've gotta save Angela. You know,
whatever.

BRIAN
That's, really, like, ironic. I came
here to see if I could find Angela,
because she might, you know, need my
help. See, I loaned her a couple of
books, and if she dies, or anything,
I won't, you know, get them back.

JORDAN
Oh. Yeah. Whatever.

BRIAN
You really, probably shouldn't be out
of bed. You're obviously still, like,
pretty weak.

JORDAN
Angela needs me, Brain. Do you know
how to drive?

BRIAN
Me?! Of course not. I don't even
have a permit. Which means it would
be, like, breaking a dozen state laws
for me to even get behind a wheel.

JORDAN
Come on. I'll teach you.

BRIAN
What?! You're going to teach me?

JORDAN
That's...what you call, "ironic," or
whatever, isn't that?

BRIAN
Yes...very.

Brian helps Jordan hobble out of the house.

 

INT. DARK ROOM

GEORGE CATALANO
loads a .44 MAGNUM REVOLVER. He holds the gun out, takes aim at an invisible target.

GEORGE CATALANO
Bang! You're dead... son!


INT. THE HOUSE OF CHASE - DAY

SHARON CHERSKI AND THE FIGURE stand at the top of the staircase. The Figure is swathed in shadow, so we only see his arm and part of his shoulder.

SHARON
Are you, like, positive he'll come this
way?

THE FIGURE
I know how he thinks. He'll be coming
here. For her.

SHARON
And when he does, don't blow it!

THE FIGURE
Look, I'm not Harlan. I'm not going to
screw it up and get caught by the cops,
with the gun!

The Figure loads a 9 MILLIMETER PISTOL, BANGS it shut.

SHARON
Just make sure it doesn't jam at the
wrong moment!

THE FIGURE
Let's get something straight here! I
want him just as dead as you do! A
reliable source informed me it was _him_
who egged my car! He's dead meat! You
can count on it!

SHARON
I'll count it after he's dead. Sometimes
I think what Rayanne says about you is
true. You're just "not dependable."

The Figure laughs heartily.

THE FIGURE
"Not dependable," huh?! Right now that
chick would go to the ends of the earth
to find someone she can depend on to get
her ass outta the fire!


EXT. AMISH SETTLEMENT - RURAL PENNSYLVANIA - DAY

A YOUNG AMISH BOY
races along a rolling hill with two other boys, boisterous, red-blooded American kids except they're all wearing black, Amish outfits.

THE TWO BIGGER BOYS race ahead, away from the smallest of the BOYS. He tries to keep up, but trips over a root, tumbles to the ground, falls into a dried up river bed. He winces in pain, begins crying, his right wrist dislocated.

THE TALL MAN,
still dressed in black, appears at the top of the bank, walks down to the Boy. He reaches out, and the Boy instinctively flinches. He touches the Boy's wrist, and, just like that, heals it. In fear and awe, the Boy leaps up, races to join his friends. The Tall Man watches as the Boy jets off.

RAYANNE (O.S.)
Nice touch.

SATAN, for that is who The Tall Man is, turns to see Rayanne standing behind him in the shade of a tree.


EXT. AMISH SETTLEMENT - HILLTOP - DAY

Rayanne and Satan stand on a hilltop, surveying the pristine Amish countryside. Though he is no longer Vic Racine, The Devil still looks every inch like him, and still speaks like him. The Sun hangs precariously over the horizon.

RAYANNE
So after I chainsawed you into oblivion,
the powers that be decided to send you to
Amish country? Does He have a cutting
sense of humor, or what?!

THE DEVIL
Good question. At first I was
humiliated. It was a joke, to be sure.
HIS own private joke. He'll be laugh-
ing his head off til the Millenium,
and beyond, I expect.

What passes for a smile crosses his face.

THE DEVIL
But then...a funny thing happened.

RAYANNE
(dawning on her)
No...

THE DEVIL
(pleased)
I found that I actually enjoyed mortality.
An existance in which I could get up in
the morning, take a shit, and it wouldn't
be construed as some kind of ghastly sign
by the scribes and prophets. How I hated
that. Yellow journalism, at best.

RAYANNE
You know how it goes. A parting sea
here, a pillar of fire there, get your
name on a gospel, next thing you know
you're big time.

THE DEVIL
Oh, don't remind me. And it wasn't even
an apple, it was a pomegranite.

RAYANNE
(laughs)
"Pomegranite, fruit of knowledge."

THE DEVIL
Come again?

RAYANNE
Just a horrible yearbook theme that
almost got stuck in there and broken
off.

THE DEVIL
And who said anything about temptation?
She was gloriously nubile -- I hadn't had
the gumption to create a female companion
yet, and there she was, in all her bare
perfection. And you have to remember,
this was before Shame. The woman knew
nothing of it. It was up to Him to in-
still that in her. She was the very
first woman, after all.

RAYANNE
So you're telling me you were just
slithering down that tree to sneak a
peak, and THAT'S why we've been in the
dog house the last, like, ten thousand
years?!

THE DEVIL
Good question. Have you any idea how
sexy it is to watch a beautiful woman
eat a pomegranite? I merely made the
suggestion, and she was hungry. And the
decision -- His decision -- to cast you
out of The Garden was far more capri-
cious than that. As are all His
decisions.

He smiles knowingly.

RAYANNE
(a beat)
What?

THE DEVIL
Oh, nothing. I sense that you're curious.
Are you curious?

Rayanne is silent.

THE DEVIL
You wouldn't want to know, anyway,
believe me.

RAYANNE
What? You think I was, like, born
yesterday? I know you, like, want to
get me all interested and everything.
i'm not stupid.
(a beat)
Okay, I'll bite.

The Devil turns and looks directly at her for the very first time. Is that a glint in his eye? She swallows, takes a deep breath, brings her whiskey flask to her lips. The Devil smiles.

THE DEVIL
Why, oh why, did Lucifer fall? _Good_
question. Everyone knows I did. Everyone
knows the consequences. Everyone knows the
cosmos was nearly split in two following
that debacle. Every religion in history
records some kind of tale describing my fall.
A beat.

THE DEVIL
But no one has ever bothered to hear it
from MY side. In one minute, I'm going
to tell you why. And in one minute,
you're going to wish I hadn't. And you
know what? I couldn't care less.

RAYANNE
What? You think it's, like, gonna bother
me? You actually, like, think I can't
handle it? Get outta here!

THE DEVIL
In the time _before_ the beginning, when
this sphere was merely a foundling idea
at the back of His immense mind, I was
there as -- how shall I put it -- ? A
trouble shooter. A hench man. I was
assigned the dirty work. I scrubbed the
grills. I cleaned up the messes. I did
all the firing. The call of duty? I
went beyond that.

He looks to the horizon, remembers.

THE DEVIL
It was common knowledge that His Son
would someday play an immense role in
His Plan. His Only Begotten Son, with
whom He'd often have a private audience
in his eternal Throne Room. We lesser
creations always suspected these little
get-togethers were for the sole purpose
of preparing His Son for the role He
would play in the unfolding drama of
The Universe. Little did we know...

RAYANNE
"For God so loved the world He gave
His only begotten Son..." Things
weren't all that hunky dory in River
City, huh?

The Devil nods "yes." Rayanne takes another sip of her whiskey. She looks at the horizon. THE SUN IS NEARLY TOUCHING THE RIM OF THE EARTH. She takes a deep breath.

THE DEVIL
One day, as I was climbing the Holiest
of Holies -- you see, it was the highest
avantage point from which to survey His
Creation -- I looked up and noticed His
Throne Room was occupied -- He was in the
midst of instructing His son in another
of His lessons. Oh, the door was always
shut and guarded. But it is in my nature
to lie and deceive. After talking the
Guardian of the Throne Room into
eviscerating himself, I decided once and
for all I would settle the mystery that
had been gnawing at me since my birth in
the Seventh Year of The Creation.

RAYANNE
Should'a taken a lesson from that cat,
Luce.

THE DEVIL
In hindsight, perhaps. But I had to
know. That, too, was in my nature.
And I suspect all along He created
me that way.

A long beat.

THE DEVIL
I crept up to that eternal Throne Room,
certain I would never be allowed to reach
it. Certain I would never be privy to the
lessons The Almighty would continually
impart to His Only Begotten Son.

He revels in the memory. Rayanne's mesmerized.

THE DEVIL
But when I touched it's golden orna-
mentation, its pewtered hinges, I knew
I'd made it. I slowly swung that vast
door open. It took every ounce of
strength with which I was created.
(a beat)
And that's when I knew.

RAYANNE
(deep voice)
"I'm only doing this because I love you,
Son."

THE DEVIL
Exactly.

RAYANNE
(shaking her head)
You know, that's the problem with this
place. You, like, need a license to
get married, you need a stupid license
to own a dog. But any twat can have a
kid.

THE DEVIL
You see, The Atonement didn't end with
The Crucifixion. And it sure as Hell
didn't begin with it either. No. The
Cross was merely the natural, logical
culmination of a pattern of systematic
abuse that began eons ago. And still
continues. He knew that I knew His
most shameful secret. And so He cast
me out.

Rayanne takes a deep breath.

RAYANNE
Whoooo boy...


EXT. THE HOUSE OF CHASE - DUSK

JORDAN'S PLYMOUTH
pulls up outside the house, one wheel leaps the curb, knocks over a trash can.

JORDAN
Stop! Stop! The brake!

BRIAN
(behind the wheel)
Sorry -- !

The car stops, and they both get out, Brian helps Jordan up the steps, they enter the house, walk through the foyer, towards the stairs.

JORDAN
Angela -- ! Angela -- !

THE FIGURE appears at the top of the steps. It's too dark to see it clearly.

THE FIGURE
Catalano! Just the guy I wanna see.

A CLICKING SOUND. Like a PISTOL being COCKED!

JORDAN
You?! What are _you_ doing here?

BRIAN
Who's he?

VOICE
A dead man.

GEORGE CATALANO
steps out from the kitchen behind Jordan and Brian. He aims his .44 Magnum at Jordan, FIRES! AND BLOWS THE FIGURE'S HEAD OFF!!! Blood, brains and bone fragments fly all over the House of Chase! The Figure falls to the floor, right next to Jordan. Brian curls up, as if he's just been shot.

BRIAN
I've been hit!

GEORGE CATALANO
You ain't been hit, ya wimp! That was
my no-good son what was shot!

Jordan looks at his dad, then at the FIGURE at his feet. For the first time, The Figure lies completely in the light.


EXT. AMISH SETTLEMENT - HILLTOP - DUSK

Rayanne looks at the SETTING SUN. It's beginning to dip below the edge of the earth, as the horizon slowly turns a glorious pink. She takes another breath.

THE DEVIL
(deep breath)
Beautiful, isn't it?

He looks at the PANORAMIC HORIZON that surrounds them, then walks down to a tree by a brook. Rayanne follows. The Devil plucks a fruit from the tree. It's an APPLE.

THE DEVIL
I can feel this. I can hold this.
(takes a bite)
I can even taste it. I never realized
an apple could taste so good. Especially
with the hot sun beating on you.

RAYANNE
So...? Where do we -- ?

THE DEVIL
Where do we go from here? Good
question. I don't go anywhere. It's
you who shall go.

He turns, faces her, smiles.

THE DEVIL
I like it here. It's so much easier.
You can actually enjoy the short ride,
while you have it. It's possible to
realize life while you live it.

Rayanne winces.

RAYANNE
But you don't belong here.

THE DEVIL
And I suppose you'll tell me exactly
where I do belong.

RAYANNE
You've got a world to rule. And you
can go back, you know. You know how
it works. Either the constellations
have to be aligned in your favor --
nix that one -- or the one who sent
you away must bring you back. That's
Moi. I'm here to take you home.

THE DEVIL
Oh, but that's where you're wrong. I
belong here completely, now. The
Almighty has seen to it. It is you
who doesn't belong, Graff. And it is
you who shall be leaving.

A beat. Rayanne has to think fast.

RAYANNE
Has it ever occurred on you that...that
maybe He meant for you to find Him? I
mean, in the...compromising situation
you did?

THE DEVIL
Oh, please. You're grasping at straws,
now. And don't think I don't know your
dilemma. Even here, I hear the rumors.
Those three pusilanimous pretenders have
laid claim to your soul. And there's no
way around that, Graff. I'm the last
person you should expect to extend a
helping hand.

Rayanne bites her lip. Last chance.

RAYANNE
Wait. Think about it. You did say it
took all the strength you were born with
to open that Throne Room door. Isn't it
just a _bit_ convenient that the exact
strength you needed, you were, like,
created with?

A long pause. The Devil is silent. His eyes slowly widen as enlightenment dawns on him.

RAYANNE
Isn't it possible... I mean, sometimes
abusers have this way of...you know...
asking to be stopped...?
(deep breath)
In a way, maybe this was His own screwed
up way of crying out for help. I mean,
The Creator of the damn Universe can't
exactly, you know, have a heart to
heart with one of His creations. It's
undignified.

A long beat. The Devil turns away, looks to the horizon. THE SUN is nearly swallowed whole by the earth. It's beautiful.

THE DEVIL
You should go now, Rayanne.

And he turns and walks away, the pink horizon at his back.

RAYANNE
Wait -- ! Don't you see?
(a beat)
You're his conscience. He needs you
to keep Him on an even keel. Without
you, the whole damn enchilada's outta
balance.

But he's not listening anymore. She shuts her eyes and her shoulders deflate as she watches The Devil walk away. She shouts to his back!

RAYANNE
At least I tried, Goddammit! At least
I didn't...give up! Give me that much.
(a beat)
No way around it, then. I've got a
rendezvous -- with the King of Hell,
now!

For just the briefest moment, The Devil stops. Is that his head that cocks, jus the slightest bit? Then he continues walking away.

THE SUN
is now almost completely swallowed by the horizon. The land grows dark.

Rayanne finishes the rest of her whiskey, then flings the flask away in anger. She walks down from the hilltop, and to the roadside. She's no more than a hundred yards along this road when the sun disappears completely.

And suddenly, the darkness becomes thick around her.

THE FIRST (O.S.)
The sun has set. The day has ended.

A HOLE
opens within the thick darkness, spreads wider. Rayanne has one last look at the rolling hills growing dim in the darkness, the open pastures, the stars just becoming visible in the night sky. She takes a deep breath, smells the sweet fragrance of the apple orchards. Then she faces the gaping HOLE in the darkness.

RAYANNE
I'm ready to go.

And the darkness envelops her.


EXT. THE MOUTH OF A DEEP CAVE - DUSK

THE KARASS enters the cave, walks into the pitch black darkness.

ANGELA
Is this the only way to get to Hell?

PATTY
I'm afraid so, Angela.

AMBER
You have to go through the dark, to
get to the light, sweetheart.

RICKIE
You're always so up, Amber -- I mean
Sister Renunciata -- even when you're
surrounded by, like, negativity.


INT. THE HOUSE OF CHASE - DUSK

THE FIGURE
lies at the foot of the staircase. From the neck up, it looks like a bloody barnacle, as its head is completely blown off. Blood gushers up like a crimson geyser from its open neck wound! There's a 9 MILIMETER PISTOL in its hand, cocked and ready to fire.

JORDAN
Dad -- ?!

GEORGE CATALANO
Yeah, it's me, kid!

JORDAN
(a beat)
You mean, he -- he's my -- ?

GEORGE CATALANO
You got that right. Yer both my sons,
even though you'se got different
mothers. And, ya see, I got it all
figured out. He's the guy what's almost
gots ya killed, and nearly put the brakes
on my bowling game! Him and that chick
with the knockers.

Suddenly, A CRASHING SOUND!

GEORGE CATALANO
Speak of the she-devil!

Jordan, Brian, and George Catalano race up the stairs, to Angela's room. A WINDOW has been broken through, a heavy wooden chair sits outside, on the ledge.

SHARON CHERKSKI
races away, towards a line of trees. George Catalano aims his gun at her through the window, FIRES!


EXT. NEAR TREE LINE - DUSK

Sharon races as fast as she can, when the bullet suddenly wings her in the shoulder, and she falls to the ground.

SHARON
{{{Aiiieeee!!!}}}

She stumbles to her feet, continues running.


INT. HOUSE OF CHASE - DUSK

Jordan looks at his dad, puzzled.

JORDAN
Dad...why...?

GEORGE CATALANO
My bargain with that demon what showed
up on my TV screen. Ruined a good
bowling match, too.

BRIAN
Bargain?

Suddenly, the room grows eerily dark. THE SECOND'S VOICE speaks out of the darkness.

THE SECOND
You have not lived up to your end of
the bargain, George Catalano...

GEORGE CATALANO
Don't you pull that kinda yahoo on me,
ya pathetic excuse for a fallen angel!
I held up my end 'a the deal! I took
out my son! And saved the most
important part of myself.

He looks at Jordan.

GEORGE CATALANO
Sides my bowling arm, leastways! But
now I even get that healed permanent-
like. Sounds like a Goddamn fire sale
to me!

The Second seethes with rage. Then, Jordan's head begins to glow RED HOT, and, in pain, he rips off the eye patch on his left eye. Then, it stops.

JORDAN
Hey! My eye! I can see with it again!

GEORGE CATALANO
Yeah, and I paid green money and red
blood for that, kiddo!

THE SECOND
I have honored my end of our bargain, as
The Second had promised. However, Angela
Chase still enters Hell. The Catalano
youth has not thwarted her effort to
venture into the Darklands. Thus, victory
is still within reach of The Second.

He laughs loud and long. Jordan watches this, thinks deeply. It's painful for him.

JORDAN
Wait -- ! Angela has gone to Hell, is
that what you're saying?!

THE SECOND
She has entered the Nether Region, and
now The Second amongst those who now
rule The Abyss may yet gain its throne.
For I have something in my possession
which the Chase girl will desire above
all else.

He smiles wickedly.

THE SECOND
And with the Chase girl in my possession,
the Graff Woman/Child shall be mine to
command!

He begins to vanish.

JORDAN
Wait -- ! Take me with you! If Angela's
going there, then I will too!

THE SECOND
Hmmm...? A soul, for the offering? Very
well...

Jordan begins vanishing with The Second.

GEORGE CATALANO
What the Hell are you doing, kid?! Are
you off yer freakin' rocker!

JORDAN
My life sucks without her!

BRIAN
(to The Second)
Take me with you, too! I promised I'd
go to Hell for her. So, I've, you know,
got to uphold my promises, right? I
mean, it's pretty obvious that --

THE SECOND
Enough -- ! Tonight I shall have four
souls with which to build upon my
pristine rulership.

Jordan and Brian vanish with The Second.

GEORGE CATALANO
Kids! They never listen!


INT. DEEP CAVE - NIGHT

The Karass is much deeper into the cave, now.

RICKIE
(sniffing the air)
What's that smell? It smells like
something's burning, or, you know,
whatever.

AMBER
I smell it too. Smells kinda like...
burned pierogies...

PATTY
That must be the flames of Hell we're
smelling. Which means we're getting
close.


INT. TUNNEL TO HELL

Rayanne walks down the long and winding dark tunnel to The Abyss. She squints, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness.

RAYANNE
(to herself)
Why's it have to be so damn dark in
here?

Suddenly, there's a pungent odor, and a whiff of sulfer fills her lungs. She begins coughing. Out of the shadows steps THE THIRD OF THE FALLEN.

THE THIRD
One thing I'll say for you: You are one
cool chick, Graff. Heading towards your
damnation without cracking a sweat.

RAYANNE
You can, like, ixnay on the charm,
Valentino. The First of you bastards
has already dipped his wick, meaning,
you're, like, way outta this race.

THE THIRD
Oh? I don't think so. True, I couldn't
hope to win a head to head confrontation,
for neither the Second, nor the Third,
nor that which is born from the loins of
woman can harm the First

RAYANNE
Sounds pretty much like a no-win to me,
Einstein.

THE THIRD
Remember your birthright...

RAYANNE
What birthright? What the hell are you
talking about?

THE THIRD
You were born as one who would rule the
known world.

RAYANNE
Come again?

THE THIRD
Oh, rules, rules, and more rules! I'm
forbidden from any more kibitzing...It's
not my Universe, I didn't make these
stupid guidelines. But that's as far as
I'm allowed to disclose, my dear.
(a beat)
But heed my words. The soul you save
could be your own.

And he vanishes. Rayanne puzzles over this.

RAYANNE
"Born as one who would rule the known
world?"


INT. DEEP CAVE

THE KARASS comes out of the Cave, and into The Abyss.

AMBER
All of you, go to the Throne Room. It's
that way --

She points to straight ahead into the darkness.

AMBER
Make a big stink, okay. Be loud and
obnoxious, and make a diversion. That
way, I can sneak around the back, and
use this...

She holds up the razor-sharp Silver Broad Sword. Then skitters off into the darkness.

ANGELA
I guess this is it.

RICKIE
I've been through Hell for Rayanne
before, but this is ridiculous...

Angela, Rickie and Patchwork Patty all head for the Throne Room.


INT. THRONE ROOM OF HELL

THE FIRST OF THE FALLEN BROTHERS stands near the Throne. Rayanne stands, head bowed, before The First.

THE FIRST
Finally, the mere mortal whom humbled
Lucifer himself could not seize stands
before The First.

RAYANNE
We made a deal, Kimosabe. I honored
my end. Seesaw's on your side 'o the
playground, now.

THE FIRST
The First is good to his word. Your
eternal torment shall unlock the shackles
of damnation that now bind your father.
Admirable is your sacrifice. Eternally
rewarded shall you be.

RAYANNE
Really?

THE FIRST
Legandary shall be your suffering,
Rayanne Graff. It shall be whispered
among the damned that their suffering
is but a raindrop within the ocean of
pain in which you shall forever drown.
Prometheus himself, whose liver is
eaten by day, and replenished by night
shall brand his agonies as sweet, sweet
pleasure next to yours.

RAYANNE
Oh, wonderful. Does this, like, mean
that Brian Krakow will write a paper
about me?

BRIAN (O.S.)
I'm never, ever going to write another
paper again. I'm not even going to
think about it, ever again. Not even,
like, wallpaper.

Rayanne turns, startled to hear Brian's voice.

RAYANNE
Bri -- ! What the Hell are you doing
here?! No pun intended.

BRIAN
Okay, you see, Angela has a couple
books that I loaned her, and, so, if
she doesn't get out of Hell --

JORDAN steps forward, interrupts.

JORDAN
So, Graff...who're you here with?

RAYANNE
If you mean, where's Angela, she didn't
come...thank God!

A voice out of the darkness.

ANGELA (O.S.)
Yes I did, Rayanne -- !

RAYANNE
Angela -- !

Rayanne turns towards the voice. Angela, Patchwork Patty and Rickie all stand at the edge of the Throne Room.

ANGELA
Jordan? Why are you here? Why did you
follow me here?! Why are you like this?!

JORDAN
You know...whatever...

RAYANNE
Why the Hell did you both follow me
here?! I told you not to follow me!

RICKIE
Angela was worried about you, Rayanne.
I mean, I was, too.

ANGELA
Rayanne...I'm the reason you're here
in the first place. It's now my
responsibility to --

PATTY
To do what's right, Rayanne. Like she
was taught.

VOICE (O.S.)
Angela Chase -- I have something for
which you shall trade your most precious
possession to gain.

THE SECOND steps out of the darkness.

ANGELA
What -- ? I -- I don't --

GRAHAM CHASE
walks out of the shadows.

GRAHAM
Don't do it, Angela...! I deserve to
be here. I deserve to be damned for
all eternity.

PATTY
Fancy meeting you here. Choke on a
kidney stone?

GRAHAM
No, it was all that Chinese food Hallie
used to eat, Patty! That sweet-sour
sauce can be deadly in high doses!

THE SECOND
Angela Chase... you may yet win freedom
for your father's soul. Just say the
word -- give your eternal soul unto me,
and your father shall be free to go!

RAYANNE
Waitaminit! You dirty rotten scumbag!
You're using _her_ to get to me!

THE FIRST
That, he is doing.

THE SECOND
As long as your soul has not been for-
merly given to The First, The Second
may still contend for it.

Rayanne looks at Graham.

RAYANNE
Sorry, Mr. C! But your daughter means
a helluva a lot to me!
(to the First)
Look, I'm yours, body and soul.

She swallows, takes a deep breath.

RAYANNE
So go ahead. Take the Throne.

THE FIRST
YESSSSSSS!!!

And he sits at the Throne, and, just like in those old butter commercials, a CROWN appears upon his head.

THE SECOND
NOOO!!! It's mine! The Throne of Hell
is rightfully mine!

THE FIRST
To The First alone, it now belongs.
Oh, yes! And the perks are many to he
who rules The Abyss. Command, I have,
over the Hordes!

GLOWING EYES
suddenly appear all around them, BURNING RED! Millions of them!

THE FIRST
Demon Hordes! I command you -- ! The
Second you shall tear apart, limb from
limb!!!

And the Hordes of demons are upon The Second, dragging him away, kicking and screaming! The First turns to Graham.

THE FIRST
Because it pleases me to see mortals
witness their pathetic limitations, one
chance shall I give you to escape
damnation, Graham Chase. Your daughter
must say -- and swear truly! -- that her
forgiveness you have...and that her love
above that of any other is yours alone.
Should she be truthful in her pronounce-
ment, then free shall be your soul.

GRAHAM
(pleadingly)
Angela...?

Angela looks at her father, then can't help as she turns to look at Jordan.

JORDAN
Whatever...

RAYANNE
You do love him, don't you? You do
love your father, Angela...?

ANGELA
But, Rayanne, my father...he killed my
mother. He -- he murdered her.

RAYANNE
Yeah, but he's still, you know, the
kinda dad who'd be willing to go to
Hell for you, like, outta nowhere.

Angela takes a deep breath.

RAYANNE
Angela, it could be a lot worse. I
mean, if you knew what I knew -- and
believe me, you don't wanna know! --
you'd thank your lucky stars you've got
the kinda dad you've got. There're a
lot worse fathers out there. A lot
worse.

ANGELA
(to Graham)
I love you, daddy, I do -- !

THE FIRST
But, alas, not above all others! That
she cannot swear -- for always must a
daughter displace her father from first
in her heart, once she knows love. This
is the curse of your petty mortality.
Graham Chase, you are forever damned!

Graham's knees begin to buckle. Angela sobs in despair. Then, a TINY VOICE in the darkness is heard.

BLISTER SISTER (O.S.)
(straining)
I forrggivve you...Dadddyy...annd I lovve
you...morree thann anyyonne elsse...inn
the...whhole worrlldd!

RICKIE
It's that burning smell again...

AMBER
Those aren't pierogies...

They all turn to see BLISTER SISTER (Danielle) slither out of the shadows,like a Hellspawn slug. She slithers over to Graham, who lifts her joyously. She presses her slug-like body tight against her father, buries her face in his neck. Her eyes are still burned shut.

GRAHAM
Yes! I -- I forgot! I have another
daughter! Her -- her name is...her
name is...?

BLISTER SISTER
Danniieellee...dadddyy...I'm Danniieellee.

GRAHAM
Yes...Danielle, my little Dani!

He holds her tight, and they spin round and round, just the two of them. Graham is as blind to the Hellish landscape surrounding them as she is.

BLISTER SISTER
Ohh...dadddyy...dadddyy...dadddyy...

THE FIRST
No -- ! I shall not be humiliated!

RAYANNE
Oh yes, you self-righteous prick! And
I've got, like, a front row seat!

And, together, Graham and Danielle begin to rise out of The Abyss, straight up to Heaven.

ANGELA
Goodbye, dad...

But he doesn't hear her. He's too engrossed with Danielle.

PATTY
You take care of her, now, Graham!
After all, she loves you more. I can
accept that...
(to Danielle)
Goodbye, Danielle...!

But she's not listening anymore, just holding tight to her father.

BRIAN
Goodbye, Danielle. I'm sorry I, you
know, never got around to those saxo-
phone lessons.

As Angela watches them rise, a strange and wonderful thing happens. Danielle's body slowly becomes pink and wholesome again, as they get closer to Heaven. And her eyes, which she'd burned shut, miraculously open wide. She's no longer burned over 95% of her body. She's no longer Blister Sister.

DANIELLE
Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy...

GRAHAM
Danielle...oh, Danielle... I hear you
do a mean cartwheel...

And then they disappear into the light.

THE FIRST
No!!! Humiliating is this! Humbled by
a mere mortal's love for her father?!!

He looks at Rayanne.

THE FIRST
At least I still have the pleasure of
your eternal damnation, Graff!

He reaches out for her. Rayanne gasps, takes a step back. Suddenly, there's A CREAKING SOUND behind The First! It's Amber! She lifts the Broad Sword high above her head!

AMBER
Get off my daughter -- !

And she swings the Broad Sword with all her might, lopping off THE HEAD of The First! It rolls across the Throne Room, and right to the feet of Angela. She screams, and kicks it, and it bounces off into the darkness.

AMBER
I'm a good mother. I'm a damn good
mother! But I'm a better Swordswoman!

The body of The First of The Fallen collapses, almost comically, to the floor.

RAYANNE
Mom -- ! Is -- is that you -- ? I --
I thought you were -- !

AMBER
I did die, Raynie. I died to myself.
I'm now Sister Renunciata, dear. I've
renounced all earthly possessions and
worldly pleasures -- except for this
one last time.

Rayanne and her mother embrace each other, warm and tight. It seems like forever. Angela walks over to them, bows her head in shame.

ANGELA
Rayanne...I feel so horrible...for what
I almost did to you. I -- I wouldn't
blame you if -- if you never spoke to
me again.

AMBER
Angela, honey, angel, we couldn't have
destroyed The First of The Fallen with-
out your help. You're a part of The
Karass.

Rayanne looks at Angela, nods her head. She reaches out, grabs Angela by the temples, shakes her lovingly.

RAYANNE
Angelika, if you ever, ever, follow me
down to Hell again, I'm gonna kill you!

Angela smiles and cries at the same time, then they hug each other. Amber, Patchwork Patty, Rickie, Brian and Jordan silently watch them. Then Brian speaks up.

BRIAN
Does this, like, mean it's all -- ?

Suddenly, there's a SOUND of movement. THE BODY OF THE FIRST slowly begins to move. Then, to everyone's horror, it rises! A NEW HEAD grows back where the old one was!

ANGELA
Oh my...!

RAYANNE
Jesus -- !

THE FIRST
(smiles)
Not quite.

He looks at Amber.

THE FIRST
Your first mistake, Sister Renunciata
of the Order of the Benedictine Nuns,
was being born of woman. For you know
none that issue forth from the loins
of woman can harm the First!

He laughs, then raises his hands, and suddenly, Amber is hit by a bolt of energy that rips off most of her Nun's habit, and throws her across the Throne Room. The Broad Sword is thrown across the room.

RAYANNE
Mom -- !

AMBER
Go, sweetie! Run! Take your friends
with you!

RAYANNE
No way, Jose! I'm not leaving you!

She grabs Brian's arm, hard.

BRIAN
Oww -- !

RAYANNE
(whispers)
Pop quiz, Bri... Who ruled the known
world?

BRIAN
What?!!

RAYANNE
Who once ruled the known world?!

He thinks a moment.

BRIAN
That's, actually, pretty obvious. I
mean, we learned that in World History
back in freshman year. See, if you'd
been in class --

RAYANNE
Just answer the Goddamned question -- !

BRIAN
It was Caesar, Julius Caesar who --

RAYANNE
Caesar...?

Rayanne looks at her mother, who lies on the floor of the Throne Room, her Nun's habit torn to shreds. The First slowly approaches her, the claws of his hands preparing to tear her assunder. And that's when she notices THE HUMONGOUS SCAR on her mother's belly!

RAYANNE
Oh my God...!

Rayanne races across the Throne Room, picks up the heavy Broad Sword. It's heavier than she'd thought. She strains, lifts it!

THE FIRST
is upon Amber. He raises his clawed hand, is about to bring it down swiftly to tear her innards out, when Rayanne leaps in front of him, shouts!

RAYANNE
Heads up, Kimosabe! Got a newsflash
for you -- !

The First turns to look at her.

RAYANNE
I WAS CAESAREAN BORN!!!

And she whips the Broad Sword across, cleanly SLICING OFF THE FIRST'S HEAD!!! Blood immediately gushers up through the hole in his neck, and his arms instinctively grope for his missing head!

THE FIRST'S HEAD
tumbles across the Throne Room, SCREAMING all the way!

THE FIRST'S HEAD
NOOOOO!!!!!!!

RICKIE
Oh my God...what -- what happened?!

BRIAN
It's actually, like, pretty obvious.
You see, technically, Rayanne wasn't
born from the loins of her mother.
She was actually, you know, cut out
of her belly.

RICKIE
That is, like, so gross.

BRIAN
Which means she, like, has the power
to destroy The First.

A CLAPPING OF HANDS from the darkness.

THE THIRD OF THE FALLEN
steps out of the shadows.

THE THIRD
Bravo, bravo! Encore! I ought'a give
you a Brownie Button, Rayanne.

He walks to the Throne, sits there with ease. And the CROWN OF HELL suddenly appears upon his head.

THE THIRD
The King is dead. Long live the King.
Like, for all eternity.

RAYANNE
Guess I owe you one, huh?

THE THIRD
Negative, Graff. You owe me absolutely
nothing. Zilch. See, I haven't got
a deal with you.

AMBER
Deal? What kind of a deal are we
talking about here?

THE THIRD
No deals, Sister Renunciata. You're
all free to go. Think of this as a
cosmic "Get out of jail free," card.

PATTY
That's it? Just like that?

THE THIRD
Ohhhh, there's just one small, tiny
little thing, Mrs. C. One of you will
be staying. I'll need a soul to
christen my ascension to the throne.
A long pause. He looks amongst them all.

THE THIRD
The most innocent amongst you will do
just fine. Innocence is a blue chip
commodity round these here Darklands.
Makes suffering all the more.
They all look at each other.

ANGELA
Well, I'm not leaving Rickie here!

RICKIE
(angry)
What makes you think I'm the most
innocent?!

ANGELA
Rickie, you've -- you've never -- I
mean... I'm sorry, Rickie.

RICKIE
If you knew some of the fantasies I have
about Corey Helfrick, you wouldn't think
I was so innocent, Angela.

RAYANNE
Catalano, quick -- ! Get on your knees
and give him a -- !

JORDAN
-- You must be, like, abnormal, if you
think I'm gonna -- !

THE THIRD
The Vasquez boy isn't the one I had in
mind...I was thinking more along the
lines of the sweet and innocent one.

All eyes fall upon Angela.

THE THIRD
The rest of you may go.

PATTY
Excuse me, but I am not leaving my
daughter here!

THE THIRD
Oh? Really?

Suddenly, Patchwork Patty begins to fall apart at the seams, literally. The spaces between her sewn up body can be seen.

PATTY
{{{Aiiiieeeee!!!}}}

Jordan races up to the Throne, kneels.

JORDAN
Take me, instead! Cause my life sucks
without her -- !

ANGELA
What are you saying?!

JORDAN
This whole thing happened cause of me!

ANGELA
Don't do this, Jordan!

JORDAN
Look...just get out of here, ok? Go...
Go now...!

ANGELA
No. You're the one who should go!

JORDAN
Forget it!

ANGELA
JORDAN! GO!!!

JORDAN
NO! I'M STAYING! RIGHT HERE!

They look at each other silently.

ANGELA
(a beat)
So, I guess we'll both stay here,
then...forever...

RICKIE
And so will I.

Brian looks at Rickie, hesitates. Rickie elbows him.

BRIAN
Oh, and, uh, me too...I guess.

Patty slowly rises, her body recovering.

PATTY
(with effort)
Angela, you are not spending eternity in
some strange place! I do not know this
place, I do not know who runs it...

ANGELA
I can't let another person go to Hell
because of a mistake I made!

RAYANNE
Angela, what the hell are you talking
about?! You don't know anything about
Hell!

THE THIRD
Oh, but the things she'll learn. And
she'll have an eternity to learn them.
And I get three boys thrown in to sweeten
the deal. Four for one! Is this a
fire sale, or what?!

Suddenly, the GROUND OPENS UP beneath Angela, Jordan, Rickie and Brian, and they all slip and begin falling in! Jordan grabs Angela, Brian grabs Jordan, and Rickie grabs Brian, then lunges for the edge of the chasm!

THE THIRD
Going down? Next stop, the Lake Of Fire.

ANGELA
Go, Rayanne -- ! Go now!

Rayanne raises the Broad Sword above her head, approaches The Third.

RAYANNE
Girlfriend, if you think I'm gonna go
through everything I just went through
just to lose your souls, you're, like,
skirtin' the edge!

Before she can swing the Sword, she's hit by a BOLT OF ENERGY that flies off the fingertips of The Third, just like the Emperor in Star Wars could do! She flies across the Throne Room, dropping the Sword.

AMBER
Raynie!!!

Amber runs to her daughter, who lies prone on the Throne Room floor.
Patty crawls over to Rickie, grabs his arm holds on as tight as her patchwork body allows.

AMBER
(to The Third)
You're nothing but a coward! A pretender,
is what you are!

THE THIRD
Pretender?! I, Sister Renunciata, am the
newly crowned King of Hell! The First and
The Second are both dead and gone, and
'ol Lucy himself? Well, your darling
daughter's chainsawed him to oblivion,
hasn't she?

THE DEVIL (O.S.)
Good point. And very clearly stated.
But absolute manure. He was actually sent
on a much needed vacation to Amish country.

Rayanne, Amber and Patty turn to see SATAN standing, in regal silhouette, at the entrance to the Throne Room. For just a brief moment, The Third quakes in fear, then composes himself.

THE THIRD
Hordes! I command you! Tear him apart!

The Demon Hordes slowly, hesitantly move towards Satan. He glares at them, and they stop in their tracks.

THE THIRD
As the new King of Hell, I command you!
Get with the program, you wimps!

Satan merely takes a single step forward into the Throne Room, and the Demon Hordes fall to their knees.

THE DEVIL
They know the real McCoy when they see
it.

He looks upon the Demon Hordes.

THE DEVIL
You heard the command. Go to it!

And they rush The Third of the Fallen, wrench him off the Throne, and drag him, kicking and screaming, into the darkness.
Patchwork Patty holds on to Rickie for dear life, who hangs on to Brian, who hangs on to Jordan, who hangs on to Angela. And then Patty's arm breaks off, and all four teens go tumbling down the chasm into the Lake Of Fire!

PATTY
NOOO!!! ANGELA!!!

A long beat. It feels like an eternity. Patchwork Patty hangs her head. Rayanne screams. Amber covers her mouth. Suddenly, a RUMBLING SOUND! The ground beneath the chasm begins to rise!

ANGELA, JORDAN, BRIAN AND RICKIE
all rise up out of the chasm as the ground beneath them rises! Rickie still holds Patchwork Patty's arm.

THE DEVIL
I'll not allow my would-be usurper to
be victorious on the day I regain my
Throne.

Rayanne breathes a deep sigh of relief. Patchwork Patty runs up to Angela and Jordan, hugs them tight. Amber races up to Rickie and Brian, smothers them. Rickie begins sewing back Patchwork Patty's arm.

RAYANNE
Couldn't resist, could you, Luce! I
knew you'd be back! So, what happened
to "Realizing life while you live it?"
I mean, not that I mind...

THE DEVIL
Good question. Along with realizing
life comes realizing hemmorhoids. And,
besides, what you said to me struck a
chord. You're right. I bring balance
to the Universe. Flattery, Ms. Graff,
will get you everywhere...

RAYANNE
So, uh, we're all free to go? Honor
amongst thieves, and all?

THE DEVIL
Of course you are. There is, of course,
that other matter...

RAYANNE
Yeah. I know.

AMBER
Come on, Raynie. We've gotta get outta
here!

RAYANNE
Mom -- I've got something to take care
of. I'll...I'll catch up with you
later...
(to the gang)
Go...all of you...go now!

AMBER
Don't wear out your welcome, Raynie...
And, if you need me? I'll never be far
away. Just remember that.

Amber turns to leave.

AMBER
Follow me, folks. I know the way out.

PATTY
I'm not leaving. At least, not yet. I
think I'm going to walk throughout the
Nether World. Explore.

ANGELA
But, mom, you can't...how can you
just -- ?
(a beat)
Mommy, come home...

PATTY
I'm dead, now, Angela. So you'll have
to be very, very brave.

Angela begins her lip-quivering thing, struggles to hold in her tears.

PATTY
Because it's just you now, sweetheart.
You're all by yourself in that house.
That is a big responsibility for a
fifteen year old.

ANGELA
But, mom... I won't be alone.

PATTY
Oh?

ANGELA
Rickie's going to stay with me.

RICKIE
I am?
(slowly smiles)
Oh, yeah, I guess I am.

Patty and Angela have one last hug.

PATTY
And don't forget to eat a well-balanced
meal. Go... Go now...!

And Angela, Jordan, Brian, Rickie and Amber begin the long walk back to the surface world. Patty turns, and disappears into the darkness of The Abyss.

RAYANNE
watches as they leave the Nether World. She smiles. And that's when A FIGURE steps out of the shadows behind the Throne. She doesn't have to turn around to know he's there.

RAYANNE
I'm here to take you home.

RAYMOND GRAFF
steps into the fiery light of the Throne Room. Rayanne looks at The Devil.

RAYANNE
Honor amongst thieves, and all that,
right?

The Devil nods. Rayanne turns, faces her father for the first time since the night he shot himself. Raymond Graff just stands there.

RAYANNE
Let's get the Hell outta here, Dad.
(to The Devil)
No pun intended...

A long beat.

RAYMOND GRAFF
Rayanne...this...this is where I belong.

RAYANNE
Belong?! Here?! How can you say that?

RAYMOND GRAFF
I belong here completely. You, of all
people, should know this.

RAYANNE
(a beat)
Dad, I don't care about that. That --
that was just your way -- your screwed
up way -- of crying out for help...can't
you see that?

Raymond Graff walks up to his daughter, runs his hand through her hair, touches her cheek.

RAYMOND GRAFF
No.

He looks at her closely, gently holds her face, caresses it.

RAYMOND GRAFF
Your mother was so beautiful when I first
met her. She was so young. So soft and
glowing.

RAYANNE
Dad, there's absolutely no reason for
you to stay here.

THE DEVIL(O.S.)
Oh, but he does have a reason, Rayanne.
He has a role to fulfill.

RAYANNE
(turns)
What the hell are you talking about?
(a beat)
Dad?

RAYMOND GRAFF
You'll take the most important part of me
with you, Raynie. The part I should have
given you a long time ago.

Rayanne listens silently, her jaw trembles.

RAYMOND GRAFF
But you'll be leaving the most important
part of yourself behind.

RAYANNE
I -- I don't...

THE DEMON HORDES slowly move in on Rayanne. She takes a deep breath, but doesn't move an inch.

THE DEVIL
To The Devil must be his due.

The Hordes fall upon Rayanne, hold her spread eagled as if in crucifixion, and bring her before The Devil.

THE DEVIL
The child. Inside your belly. Con-
tractually, it's mine. And I'll exer-
cise that right, right now.

RAYANNE
What? What do you mean? What right
are you -- ?

With his clawed hand, he tears open her belly, eviscerating her to the quick.

RAYANNE
{{{ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!}}}

RAYMOND GRAFF
No -- ! Please -- ! THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!!!

He tries to run to her, but the Demon Hordes hold him back.

THE DEVIL
Oh, does that hurt? Pity a miscarriage
can't be a simple, painless procedure,
like on those trite television dramas.
An inconvenient pregnancy --

He spreads her muscles, pushes her liver aside, reaches past her kidneys.

THE DEVIL
-- and oops!, a miscarriage. No fuss,
no muss...

He rips out the three month old fetus from the gash in her belly.

THE DEVIL
But this is Hell.

Throughout the ordeal, Rayanne tries to scream, but the searing, white pain ravaging her body prevents her from making a sound. The Devil stands over the writhing Rayanne, the fetus in his arms.

THE DEVIL
(approvingly)
A girl...something to remember you by,
Rayanne Graff.

The Hordes release her father, and Raymond Graff approaches The Devil.

RAYMOND GRAFF
I claim this child. I have the right...

THE DEVIL
And so you do. It's your role in Hell.
He gives him the fetus.

THE DEVIL
And I'll grant you this much: If one
day she swears truly that she loves you
beyond all others, you'll both win your
freedom. It must never be said that I
am less magnanimous than The First.

Raymond Graff gently takes his granddaughter into his strong arms.

RAYMOND GRAFF
(points to Rayanne)
Now, please! Heal her! You promised
her passage from this place.

THE DEVIL
(a long beat)
Yes, I did, didn't I?

He reaches down, touches Rayanne's belly, even as she continues to writhe in mind-numbing, white hot agony. And heals it with but a stroke of his finger.

A HUMONGOUS SCAR
is left upon her belly, the only evidence of the daughter she carried for three months.

THE DEVIL
Just the memory of this agony should
last the rest of your life, Rayanne.

Rayanne gasps, swallows huge gulps of air.

RAYANNE
No shit...

RAYMOND GRAFF
Go now, Rayanne. Go back. While you
still can.

She looks at her father, who stands at the edge of the Throne Room, the darkness of the Abyss unfolding behind him.

RAYANNE
(holding back tears)
You'll, like, take good care of her, Dad?

RAYMOND GRAFF
I promise.

RAYANNE
(smiles)
You know you like her...
He smiles, nods.

RAYANNE
Her name... her name is Renee. It means
reborn, or something. You know, it's
French, and all...

RAYMOND GRAFF
It's a beautiful name, Rayanne.
(a beat)
Go. Now. And forget me. Forget all
about me. Don't look back, sweetie.
Never look back. Do you promise?

RAYANNE
(a beat)
I promise.

Rayanne begins to walk backwards, towards the tunnel leading to the surface. Then she turns around completely, and faces the pinpoint of light from the surface world, begins walking towards it.


EXT. OUTSIDE THE HOUSE OF CHASE - NIGHT

ANGELA, JORDAN, BRIAN AND RICKIE stand in the street staring at each other.

RICKIE
Now that we're no longer in Hell, I'm
freezing my butt off.

JORDAN
Yeah -- look, it's starting to snow
again.

Angela touches Rickie's shoulder.

ANGELA
Why don't you and Brian go inside.

RICKIE
What about Rayanne?

ANGELA
She'll be here. I'm positive she will.
Go on in. We'll be right there.

RICKIE
(a beat)
Oh... Okay.

BRIAN
You mean, in the house? Your house?

Angela nods. Rickie pulls Brian inside.

RICKIE
We'll be inside.

ANGELA
Help yourself to the fridge.

BRIAN
We'll -- we'll be right inside...
Rickie drags Brian by the collar.


INT. HELL

RAYANNE
walks and walks, for what seems miles. But the darkness never seems to lift, the pinpoint of light never seems closer. And then, she can't stand it any longer. She stops. Stands stock still for a long moment. And she slowly turns around. One last look. She looks faraway, into the darkness.

RAYMOND GRAFF
cradles Renee against his bosom, as father and granddaughter slowly disappear into the pitch darkness of The Abyss. He may or may not be singing to her. If he is, it's a lullaby meant to soothe her to sleep. This last, fading sight makes Rayanne's heart sing. While painfully piercing it.

RAYANNE
"Don't look back." Big deal...

And then she turns around, and leaves Hell. And she never looks back again.


EXT. HOUSE OF CHASE - NIGHT

Angela and Jordan stand outside. It's snowing a little harder, now.

JORDAN
This whole day...has been one long
thing that makes no sense.

ANGELA
What do you mean?

JORDAN
It's been, like, this roller coaster,
or whatever...

ANGELA
You, mean, like, emotionally?

JORDAN
You know...whatever...

ANGELA
Why can't you just admit it?!

JORDAN
Admit what?!

ANGELA
That you have feelings! That you can't
just follow me into Hell one moment, and
then pretend that it doesn't mean any-
thing the next!

JORDAN
What do you want from me?!

ANGELA
I want to know why you followed me to
Hell, Jordan? Why did you risk...the
risk? I have to know!

JORDAN
(a long beat)
'Cause...without you my life sucks.

Angela takes a deep breath, smiles.

ANGELA
Okay!

JORDAN
Okay, what?

ANGELA
Okay, now we can have a serious talk!

JORDAN
We just did.

ANGELA
(taking his hand)
Whatever.

They go into the House of Chase while, outside, the snow continues to fall.


EPILOGUE:

EXT. WOODS - NIGHT

A FIGURE stumbles through the woods, hurt, disoriented. It's SHARON. As she stumbles through the overgrowth, she leaves a trail of deep red blood in the deepening snow. Her blood glistens black in the full moon.

SHARON
(weak)
I did it for you, Angela... I did it
all for you...

A GROWLING SOUND. A WOLF creeps out from behind a tree. Followed by another. And another. A whole freakin' WOLFPACK surrounds Sharon!

SHARON
I love you, Angela... I love you...

She doesn't have time to scream as they all pounce on her at once!


FADE OUT


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  • Amy commented on 18 Oct 2004:
    Wow, and I really mean wow. This is the best piece of continuations for MSCL that I have read on this site. I would have rather seen Rayanne keep her daughter. But, what can I do? I didn't write it, did I?
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    It is not my style of writing, but it was well done. How did you come up with the names?
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“Ignore her. She got up on the wrong side of the coffin this morning.”

Enrique (Rickie) Vasquez, Episode 9: "Halloween"