I Suck At Writing An Episode

before i forget, here is the second episode of my little experiment: writing 2-3 minute episodes to be created online. too bad i suck at writing an episode.

i just remembered that i forgot to give my first episode a title. oh well. i'll call this second episode "bonfire".


INT. CONVENTION CENTER

Life-size cutouts of superheroes adorn the numerous booths inside one of the convention center halls. Other comic book memorabilia are also scattered throughout the convention hall.

In the middle of one of the aisles, Karen stands curled up with both hands covering her eyes. Her eyes are tightly shut.

After a pause, she opens her eyes and sneaks a peek beneath her hands. Eventually, she stops covering her eyes.

She glances left and right, only to see booth upon booths decorated with superheroes.

KAREN
Um... Mike?

There is complete silence.

KAREN
Hello?!?

There is complete silence.

KAREN
I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore.

Karen rifles through her pockets only to find nothing. She sighs.

KAREN
I swear. What did we ever do without cell phones?

Karen glances around. She stares at a picture of a dark blue mutant with three fingers and a tail. The word "Nightcrawler" is written above the superhero.

KAREN
How did I end up back here?

Karen starts to walk through the numerous aisles. As she turns the corner of one of the aisles, she hears a faint mumbling.

She slowly approaches with curiosity.

Before her is ALARIC BONN, a man who is kneeling in front of the chalk outline of a body. With his back turned to Karen, Alaric has a tear running down his cheek. His eyes are closed. His face is solemn. CLOSE UP on Alaric's face.

ALARIC
You were absolutely correct, my dear.

The tear slowly drips off his cheek. After a brief pause, Alaric inhales a deep breath. He opens his eyes to reveal a deep penetrating gaze. Almost immediately, Alaric forms a deranged smile.

ALARIC
It was you, not me.

Alaric maniacally laughs as Karen hesitantly watches behind him in silence. Puzzled and alarmed, Karen bites on the tip of her finger to prevent her from uttering anything.

ALARIC
I guess this definitely means we can't be friends.

Alaric guffaws again. Karen slowly attempts to walk backwards, away from Alaric.

As Karen back peddles on her tippy toes, she trips and stumbles onto the ground. In the process, she knocks over a piece of comic book memorabilia. The piece of memorabilia lands with a loud THUD.

In one swift fluid motion, Alaric turns around and notices Karen. His eyes fill with rage.

ALARIC
What?!? Who are you?!? What are you doing here?!?

KAREN
Sorry. I got lost. I knew I should have taken that right at Albuquerque.

ALARIC
Wrong convention! Who are you?!?

Karen cowers back in fear.

KAREN
Me? No one. I’m just trying to find my way out of here.

Alaric grabs one of the nearby booths and tosses it aside in anger.

ALARIC
Who are you?!? What did you hear?!? Answer me!

KAREN
I didn’t hear anything.

As Karen wiggles herself backwards, Alaric rushes at Karen. He grabs a hold of her arm.

ALARIC
How unfortunate for you.

Alaric eyes fill with more rage. Smoke starts to form where he is gripping Karen's arm. Karen squirms and writhes in pain. Her sleeve soon catches fire.

KAREN
EEK!

EXT. CONVENTION CENTER

A public transportation vehicle drives outside of the convention center. In a matter of mere seconds, the building EXPLODES into a fireball, showering the area with glass and broken steel.