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Rage
by Nemo Wiseman (nemo_wiseman@yahoo.com)

Rated: R   Genre: Horror   User Review:
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Two teenage girls on a sleepover find out there's something wrong with the new released Energy drink known as "Rage". The effect it has on the human mind isn't normal...


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FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
We open ON A CAN OF ENERGY DRINK.
                                                            
A hand grabs it, the hand brings it to a set of lips. The
lips of MARK, 18.
                                                            
He takes the can and drinks it furiously.
                                                            
                       MARK
      (Angrily)
God dammit! Dammit.
                                                            
He's playing a computer game. He crumples and tosses the can
of empty Rage to the side of him where dozens of cans are
stacked.
                                                            
                       AMANDA (O.S)
Mark!
                                                            
He moves the mouse more aggressively. He stops the game and
rubs his hair.
                                                            
                       MARK
      (Grunts)
                                                            
                       AMANDA
Mark, can you hear me calling you?
                                                            
AMANDA is now standing in the doorway. She's his older
sister, 21, full of life. She doesn't exist in his eyes.
                                                            
                       AMANDA (Cont'd)
Mark?
                                                            
Silence.
                                                            
She sees the cans next to him and makes a face of disgust.
He drinks another one and instead of crumpling it, he lets
it roll out his hands into the pile. He lays back in his
chair.
                                                            
                       AMANDA (Cont'd)
Mark, Trish is here.
                                                            
Silence. He slouches backward more in the chair.
                                                            
                       AMANDA (Cont'd)
      (Jokingly)
She's wearing a V-neck shirt.
                                                            

2.

He drinks another can and adds it to his collection.
                                                            
She shakes her head and looks at him in disgust. His back
still toward her. She leaves.
                                                            
 
INT. LIVING ROOM - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
Amanda comes into the door struggling with luggage.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
      (Looking back.)
Sorry my brother is such a dick.
                                                            
TRISH, also 21, party girl type, struggles with the luggage
aswell.
                                                            
                       TRISH
It's ok, I cancelled my membership
at the gym. I can use some upper
body strength. What's his problem
anyway?
                                                            
                       AMANDA
      (breathless)
I don't know, he hasn't said a
word in hours. He's up there
drinking his little soda and being
a prick.
                                                            
Amanda finally puts down the luggage and plops on the couch.
Trish does the same.
                                                            
                       AMANDA (Cont'd)
      (calmed)
Why so much stuff? You're only
staying for two days.
                                                            
                       TRISH
I have to stay sharp 24/7. What if
a cute cable guy comes over?
                                                            
                       AMANDA
You missed 'em. Replaced one of
our boxes yesterday.
                                                            
                       TRISH
Damn.
      (Pause)
Well let's get this shit upstairs.
                                                            

3.

                       AMANDA
No fucking way, he has to help us.
Come on.
                                                            
Amanda gets up while Trish still sits there. Amanda gives
her a look "egging her on". Trish follows suit and they head
upstairs.
                                                            
 
INT. HALLWAY - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
They stop at Mark's door and knock. The door creaks open.
They scan the room but no Mark.
                                                            
                       TRISH
      (whisper)
Where is he?
                                                            
Mark appears behind them with a sandwich and a large kitchen
knife.
                                                            
                       MARK
      (Angrily)
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING
IN MY ROOM! HUH?! HUH?!
                                                            
He walks towards them, they back up terrified.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
      (scared)
Mark calm down...
                                                            
                       MARK
YOU FUCKIN' CALM DOWN. GET THE
FUCK OUT OF HERE!
                                                            
Both girls stand in silence. Shocked. Mouths ajar.
                                                            
                       MARK (Contd)
NOW!!
                                                            
They speed off. Going down the stairs. The girls exchange a
glance.
                                                            
                       TRISH
So who's up for yahtzee?
                                                            
                       AMANDA
      (rolls eyes)
I don't know what's his problem.
I'm calling my dad.
                                                            

4.

                       TRISH
Good idea.
                                                            
 
INT. LIVING ROOM - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
The girls sit on the couch. Amanda immediately grabs the
phone and starts punching numbers. Both girls look uneasy.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
      (In phone)
Hello Dad! Mark is out of control.
He just went postal on me and
Trish.

(Pause)

Just now!

(Pause)

And that's not even the worse
part. He has been sitting on that
computer like forever. No shower,
no schoolwork, nothing. He's been
drinking this-this Rage energy
drink for days.

(Pause)

I expect you to do something.
You're his father!
                                                            
She puts a hand over the phone and leans toward Trish.
                                                            
                       AMANDA (Cont'd)
      (whisper)
Great...now I sound like my mom.
                                                            
Trish laughs. Amanda puts another hand over the phone.
                                                            
                       AMANDA (Contd)
Mark!!! Dad wants you on the
phone. Mark! Pick up the phone!
                                                            
Silence.
                                                            
 
INT. BEDROOM - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
Mark is seen sweating heavily and rocking back and forth. He
drinks another can with most of the liquid missing his
mouth. He rocks back and forth harder.
                                                            

5.

                       AMANDA (O.S)
Mark!!!
                                                            
Mark wakes up from his trance. He turns looking in the
direction of the voice. Demented smile formed on his lips.
                                                            
 
INT. LIVING ROOM - SCOTTSDALE HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
The girls sit at the edge of their seats. Amanda's hand over
the phone. Trish gets up.
                                                            
                       TRISH
      (deep breath)
I'll go check on him.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
Wait, hold on. I'll come with you.
                                                            
                       TRISH
I can handle it. I'm a pysch
major!
                                                            
Amanda rolls her eyes as Trish exits.
                                                            
 
INT. HALLWAY - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
Trish is moving slowly up the stairs. Creaks and thumps echo
from the floor as you walks.

She moves in on his door and peeks inside. NOTHING. She
pushes the door open making a loud creak. Cans can be seen
everywhere.
                                                            
She closes in on his computer to read the words "DIE WHORES"
on the monitor. She grabs the mouse nervously and scrolls
down. Duplicates of the phrase are seen.

She scrolls more and more.
                                                            
CLOSE UP ON "PAGE 7 OUT OF 666"
                                                            
                       TRISH
      (Gasp)
                                                            
 
INT. LIVING ROOM - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
Amanda is sitting on the couch still talking on the phone.
Frustration leaks for her face. Her dad is clearly no help.
                                                            

6.

                       AMANDA
      (Shouts)
Mark!!
                                                            
Silence.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
Trish!
                                                            
Nothing.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
      (Into phone)
Hold on dad.
                                                            
She puts the phone down on the couch and approaches the
stairs slowly. She looks up the stairs.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
Mark, this better not be a joke.
                                                            
Her first foot presses on the stairs. It makes a slow creak
and she yanks it back in fright. She regains her breath.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
      (to herself)
Get a hold of yourself 'Manda.
                                                            
She climbs the stairs. She presses up against the wall
giving her a better angle of the upstairs hallway.
                                                            
 
INT. HALLWAY - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
She reaches the top of the stairs and notices the bedroom
door cracked. After taking a huge glup before approaching
it. Hands far in front of her. A lifetime passes until she
reaches the knob, her finger tips finally touch it.
                                                            
Sweat runs down her face. She clutches the doorknob. Eyes
shut tight, breathing picks up, and eyes tearing up.
                                                            
 
INT. BEDROOM - SCOTTSDALE'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
She swings the door open to find...NOTHING. No one in the
room. Cans are everywhere in the room. EVERYWHERE. Computer
still on, she step on a can by mistake crushing it. She
kicks it under the bed.
                                                            
                       AMANDA
Okay you guys, joke is over. What
is this another April fools joke
or a scary movie stint. I guess
            (MORE)

7.

                       AMANDA (cont'd)
I'm just supposed to go check the
closet then under the bed.
                                                            
She yanks the closet open and out falls Trish, her
bestfriend DEAD. Blood stains all over her body.
                                                            
Amanda gasp for air, she gives a couple of coughs. She can't
catch her breathe. She begins crying.
                                                            
                       AMANDA (Contd)
      (sadly)
T-T-Trish...
                                                            
She stumbles backward nearly losing her balance and catches
herself on the wall. She begins backing out of the room not
taking her eyes off her ex bestfriend. Out of nowhere Mark
blocks the doorway. He breathes heavily almost animal like,
anger in his eyes. Still human...who knows!
                                                            
She keeps backing up and she bumps into him. Horror on her
face rises as she can feel his breath on the back of her
neck. With a look of pure fright she slowly turns...
                                                            
She faces him. CLOSE ON knife as it stabs Amanda.
                                                            
CLOSE ON can of Rage Energy. In the background we see Amanda
fall to the ground. Mark takes his time to study her body,
tilting his head to the side. The knife drops out of his
hands. He walks over the can and takes a sip.
                                                            


FADE OUT.


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