"Hi Valerie. It's me Professor Williams. Trevor is loosing vital signs. There was a terrible incident at the house today. Mark Stanley's son was here visiting here see look at my new patient.... I don't know what's doing on. He was in the house and apparently shot Trevor for god knows what reason in the foyer downstairs"
There's a pause.
"I'm not sure he's going to make it."
The scream of Valerie's voice can be heard through the handset:
"Noooooooo!"
Mark Summers appears in the doorway and quickly collapes near the foot of the bed.
Thursday November 15, 2007
Wednesday November 14, 2007
Tracy bolts to her feet, careful not to cause herself to fall into the huge hole in the ground.
Tracy says, "Benji!... Oh, my God."
She looks into the pit and can see him laying lifeless at the bottom.
She turns and runs to get help, but as she does, she hears a faint cry from behind.
Turning back, she's hears Benji!
"Help..."
Tracy frantically looks around and grabs for a trench coat she sees nearby.
She throws it into the pit and holds it tightly at one end with both hands.
Benji's eyes, still closed, struggles to reach out with his only good arm....
"I can't see! Oh my God! I can't see!"
*****
Byron races his way across to the roadway after Xavier, but a car driving down the road unexpectedly prevents him from crossing without getting hit.As Byron slows to a stop and waits on the car, he watches Xavier limp away quickly, disappearing off into the distance.
He's escaped. Again. Bryon thinks.
"Oh, no." Bryon mumbles to himself, defeated.
*****
Mark Summers limps too.
Blood, dirt and debris from his fall outside worsen the pain from the gunshot wound to his leg damage.
Entering the Williams' main house through the back door, he makes his way upstairs in search of Professor Williams...
Upstairs, Professor Williams carefully pulls the bullet out from Trevor's chest.
He gets up and looks out the window to take breath and check on Byron outside.
He realizes things outside must have gone badly. Byron is nowhere to be seen...
He turns, walks back, and slumps himself next to Trevor in a large chair bedside. He looks at Trevor.
Thinking deeply for some time, his hand finally reaches for the telephone sitting on the bedside table.
He dials-
Tuesday November 13, 2007
The ground of the cave floor is muddy, like damp clay.
Tracy lays down to rest, exhausted from the hike there. Benji rests beside her...
Without saying a word, Tracy removes her wig and lays it next to her painting.
Benji smiles.
He begins to kiss her passionately... the light from between the trees shines all around them making them look as though they are two bears in hibernation.
Benji gets up gently and walks over excitedly to where his photos are.
As he turns and walks back towards Tracy, as if out of nowhere, the dirt below his feet crumbles and gives way. The earth literally disappears from beneath him. Swallowed by the earth- not enough time to hear his scream. It is dark and Tracy can barely see enough to comprehend what she is really seeing...
"Ahhhhhh!" the shriek from her voice is enough for anyone for miles to hear as she realizes what has just happened....
*****
Professor Williams tests Trevor's blood levels over again. Nothing.
In the professor's analysis, Trevor appears to be slipping into a comatose state...
He cuts open Trevor's shirt. He picks up a set of large tweezers and carefully begins to operate.
*****
Bryon's car screeches to a halt as Xavier looses control and spins violently and erratically into an narrow street way.
Xavier crawls off the ground, supports himself against the wall. He looks back just as Bryon slams the car door shut-
Monday November 12, 2007
"Benji's Hideaway"
Benji kisses Tracy. Passionate, strong, aggressive, wet.
Tracy taste's Benji's ruggedness.
The condition inside Benji's hideaway is dark, musty, masculine.. strange. Tracy's opens her eyes briefly coming out of their kiss.
Benji turns her around gently, covers her eyes with his hands and begins leading her to the back of the cave.
"Take a look" Benji tells Tracy. He removes his hands.
"Wow" Tracy says.
This view outside into the forest deep within Mayberry Park is stunning:
Friday November 9, 2007
"This is it" Benji says as he pushes the huge rock to the side.
"This is where I've been living for the last while while things get better for me."
Tracy is speechless. She looks into the dark vast narrow passageway. Never would she have imagined that Benji would have lived... in a cave, practically underground.
"Wow" she states. "I don't know what to say really".
"How about... 'Can I come in?'-- Come on, we're almost there..." Benji offers.
Benji walks into the dark cave. Tracy follows still curious but feeling protected.
Thursday November 8, 2007
Nothing.
No pulse.
Professor Williams drops Trevor's limp wrist, which falls onto bed and flips over.
He runs out of the room and heads downstairs to the lab.
*****
Xavier scales the fence and races to Mark's motorbike.
He hops on and races up the hill. His white hair trailing off as Bryon watches a killer get away.Bryon notices something strange when Xavier jumps onto the bike. One of his legs is artificial. The silver steel of the machine-like leg glimmers underneath Xavier's pant bottom as he rides off under the sun.
"Damn it." Bryon says to himself in anger at the thought of Xavier getting away. Seeing Xavier's leg, Bryon gets a flashback to earlier when he noticed Xavier sitting strangely in the guest house. Byron knew that something was wrong. Never would he have suspected that it had something to so with Xavier missing a limb or that he was probably was sitting strangely because he was carrying a gun.
Moreover, that it should have confirmed one thing to Bryon: His friend Sebastian and Xavier were the same person.
Admitting he knew who Xavier was, also meant revealing something shocking about himself.
Byron panics... He has a plan to cover up. He can't let anyone know.
He looks back towards the house for two minutes and then races towards the parking area behind the stable and gets into his car. He drive up to the gates, opens it, and races down the lane after Xavier.
*****
Still reeling from the sight of Tracy with someone else, Cameron decides to take another look...
Tracy is now gone.
Cameron looks around and sees nothing.
...
Benji lifts a branch for Tracy to carefully walk under it. Benji continues to lead her into the forest.
"Where are we going?" Tracy says curiously yet eagerly.
Benji smiles and walks up ahead.
Tracy looks at Benji's firm back muscles as he takes the lead. Somehow... she feels protected.
Benji turns around... "You O.K.?"
Tracy smiles...
Wednesday November 7, 2007
Xavier races to the front gate but notices Mark Summers on the other side. He quickly runs along the fence.
Mark jumps off his motorbike and races after him. The two are nearly neck and neck immediately.
Bryon, who is farther off on the front lawn raises the gun and fires two blasts from Xavier's gun...
B-A-N-G!... B-A-N-G!
One of the bullets hits Mark Summers in the leg-
Mark jumps off his motorbike and races after him. The two are nearly neck and neck immediately.
Bryon, who is farther off on the front lawn raises the gun and fires two blasts from Xavier's gun...
B-A-N-G!... B-A-N-G!
One of the bullets hits Mark Summers in the leg-
"Ahhhh.. damn it!" Mark screams out! He falls hard to ground.
Bryon continues his pursuit on foot as Xavier turns around and races back towards the front gate again-- he's headed back to steal Mark's motorbike.
Bryon continues his pursuit on foot as Xavier turns around and races back towards the front gate again-- he's headed back to steal Mark's motorbike.
*****
Upstairs in the guest bedroom, Professor Williams slings Trevor off his shoulder and unto the bed. Trevor's shirt is soaking wet with blood. His skin now no longer has a reddish quality, but ghostly white.
The professor quickly checks for a pulse-
Monday November 5, 2007
(Inside the main house Xavier still has Professor Williams and Bryon at gunpoint.)
Like Carey, Mark Summers thinks about blast at the Waters mansion a few days before on his ride home. "That's so... strange", he mutters to himself, as he races his motorbike up the winding hills...
As Mark continues weaving through the uphill roads, he drives past the Williams estate. Doing his "job", Mark takes a casual look over the grounds but his eyes linger when they catch something peculiar behind the black fence lining the property grounds: the family horse is tied up in an unusual place: in front of the house; not as usual in the back stables.
Professor Williams was usually very strict with where the horses where to stay...
Mark is never the nosy type in his work or otherwise, but he will be curious as to why something like this might be. The thought perhaps of there being something wrong crosses Marks mind as he slows down his white and silver motorbike.
Was someone staying at the estate? If so, why had no one told him? After all, we was the security grounds keeper for the whole of Foxport and yet he had heard of no news of any recent arrivals in town.
Mark reverses and swings up into the lane way. Just to be sure. Better to be safe than sorry. He rolls down the window and buzzes in...
As Mark continues weaving through the uphill roads, he drives past the Williams estate. Doing his "job", Mark takes a casual look over the grounds but his eyes linger when they catch something peculiar behind the black fence lining the property grounds: the family horse is tied up in an unusual place: in front of the house; not as usual in the back stables.
Professor Williams was usually very strict with where the horses where to stay...
Mark is never the nosy type in his work or otherwise, but he will be curious as to why something like this might be. The thought perhaps of there being something wrong crosses Marks mind as he slows down his white and silver motorbike.
Was someone staying at the estate? If so, why had no one told him? After all, we was the security grounds keeper for the whole of Foxport and yet he had heard of no news of any recent arrivals in town.
Mark reverses and swings up into the lane way. Just to be sure. Better to be safe than sorry. He rolls down the window and buzzes in...
Friday November 2, 2007
"Where it All Started... In the Beginning"
Cameron looks around Mayberry Park- trying to find more clues on the origin on the mysterious photos and, more importantly, the mysterious cameraman... Cameron goes back to the area where he'd found the film canister...
Nothing.
Taking stock of what has been happening lately, Cameron decides to go back to where it all started... under the bridge. Maybe, he thinks, there is more information there. Tracy's pregnancy, Trevor's mysterious captor, Tracy doing a drawing of Trevor in the nude... Cameron gets unpleasant flashbacks of those moments.
As Cameron walks across the bridge he can see Tracy on the hill up ahead.
Perfect. A chance to talk more about what's been going on, Cameron thinks to himself.
Cameron decides to take cover behind the nearby tree to surprise her, but is horrified when he moves in closer and discovers she is talking to someone....
*****
Carey sits on the terrace with a fancy drink. She ponders the explosion that happened a few days earlier. What had really happened that day? Surely it wasn't a gun blast.. or was it? Carey can't be sure exactly...
Mark suddenly opens the back door and shocks Carey. He slides the screen door open and sticks his head outside:
"Hey Carey, sorry to shock you like that..." Mark apologizes.
"I'm going to have to head back to my place tonight. You wanted to talk about things with me and we can do that later. I've gotta head out..."
"Sure. See you soon."
Mark walks out onto the terrace and gives Carey a kiss.
In an upstairs window, Samantha looks down on them. She gets a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
*****
"Don't move! I'm %&*$@ serious!" as Xavier reaches down to pull his gun, Byron notices a tear fall down Xavier's pale cheek.
Byron blocks the professor from moving forward with one hand and extends his other arm in front of himself-- hoping that Xavier won't shoot.
....
Trevor's chest starts jolting and convulsing erratically. A wheezing sound can be heard, he's loosing the ability to breath...
Thursday November 1, 2007
"Trouble"
Trevor is loosing blood on the floor in front of the grand staircase.
Bryon arrives at the house and looks into the window. The door is locked. Bryon races around the house to see if he can get in through the back. He notices a window open near the side of the house. He climbs in and races towards the front of the house. He runs into Professor Williams walking through the dinning room-
"Oh my goodness. Trevor is in serious trouble. We must get to him immediately! He's been shot!"
"What!? What are you talking about?"
As Byron leads the professor out, they are stopped suddenly as Xavier appears in the doorway.
"Don't you two even think about moving!" Xavier commands. Anger and rage fill Xavier's face.
The two men freeze, eyes wide open!
Wednesday October 31, 2007
"First Meetings"Benji walks up slowly from behind...
"That's beautiful."
Tracy bolts around.
"Oh, my god. Thanks. I thought I was the only person around here..." She turns around with eyes wide open.
"I've seen you around here for a while. Mayberry Park is an extraordinary place." Benji says.
"I know, I've been coming here a lot. I've never seen you around before. Are you new to Foxport as well? I just got here not too long ago..."
Benji gets down on one knee and then sits down completely. As he does, he falls over slightly, making Tracy fall to the side a bit as she tries to avoid getting hit by the camera around his neck swinging towards. Her hand flails back causing some of the paint to smudge off the canvas and brush onto Benji's chin.
They let out small bits of comforting laughter...
"Sorry..." Benji apologizes.
Tracy realizes... she's met someone else she could so easily to fall for...
Their eyes meet. Love! Finally....
Tuesday October 30, 2007
"Happy Halloween"
"I thought I told you not to eat anything Trevor!" Professor Williams is furious as he stands over Trevor, his son, at the front of his bedroom door.
Trevor is still quite sick from the sight of seeing the decomposing head-
"That", referring to the decomposing head in Trevor's laundry hamper in the corner of the room, ".. is a replica model from one of my friends in Hollywood. It'll actually be used in a horror film with Bruce Willis that's being shot this summer. I wanted to surprise you with a real Hollywood Halloween head this year!"
"Then what the hell is that foul smelling smell then?"
"That is Huntercove's chemical compound. It's a similar smell to cadaverine and putrescine two related diamines that make the real thing smell during the decomposition process..."
"Sick." Trevor moans and walks down the hall to the washroom.
Professor Williams throws the head into the waste bin and exits the room.
Changing the topic, he says "No more eating Trevor. Please. Oh, and, by the way. My new patient is here- he'll be staying in the guest house for some time. His name is Byron. Please make every one of your efforts around the house from now on to helping him feel as comfortable as possible." Trevor hears him as he looks in the washroom mirror.
Trevor splashes his face and hair with ice cold water. He wipes it dry with a towel. As he turns to look out the window, he sees Xavier riding across the field, heading towards the house. Xavier hops off the horse, and heads towards the front.
Xavier and Trevor are not friends.
"What the hell is Xavier doing here?" Trevor mumbles aloud to himself.
He heads back to his room and quickly changes his clothes and heads downstairs. Just as the doorbell rings, Trevor hears the phone ring. He turns to answer it. When he looks back around, Xavier is looking into the narrow window next to the door with one eye giving a cold menacing stare.
"Hello?" Trevor welcomes into the phone.
"Hi Trevor, its me Bryon. I need to speak with you about something. Xavier is acting strange I think he's got a gun-- but I don't quite know why..."
As Trevor looks back around at the door, Xavier is standing inside the house, breathless and waiting. He's come back to Foxport with a mission.
"I'll be right over." Bryon says.
The phone drops from Trevor's hand onto the floor, as Xavier takes a step forward and reaches into his pant pocket. His eyes are sick looking.
Trevor panics!
"Trevor! Trevor!" Byron's worried yells into the phone can be heard bellowing from the handset laying on the dark hardwood floor...
A short distance away, Trevor's body lays lifeless on the floor. A black hole in this shirt has a grey puff of smoke billowing out of it...
*****
Tracy walks into Mayberry Park and sits down on a small grassy patch and takes her small art kit out. The small canvas in her hand is quickly coloured brightly with a few strokes of oil paints. She reaches into the breast pocket of her blazer, and pulls out a photograph of a pretty young woman.
Tracy turns the photo over and reads the note:
Your dearest friend Lauren. Forever...
From behind Tracy, the young mysterious photographer, Benji, watches on. He raises his camera and then slowly lowers it before he makes the decision to slowly walk up to her from behind...
Monday October 29, 2007
"Poetry, Philosophy, Puke"
After Professor Williams leaves, Xavier and Byron talk some more...
"Yes, well, to be honest, I don't know what the title suggests. My professor father when I was away one summer, found some of my writings and gave me the title, modern philosopher..."
Bryon follows by saying, "Cool. Interesting. I was going to ask you what a modern philosopher meant, anyway!"
They both let out chuckles.
After some time of more bonding:
"Can I see some of your writings some time?" Byron asks, "I'm a poet and most of my stuff I'm not sure you'll really get into, but you're welcome to check it out some time too if you so choose... Poetry and philosophy are quite different, but some might argue and say somewhat similar."
"Certainly." Xavier says.
"O.K., I'll run upstairs now and grab some of my stuff..." Bryon says excitedly as he gets up from the chair and races up the stairs to the first floor.
Xavier smiles in excitement...
How on earth I am going to tell him the truth?, Xavier wonders impatiently as he waits.
*****
"Where have you been?" Professor John Williams asks.
Trevor says, "I was with Tracy for a few days - I was at Tracy's place."
John replies, "You're skin condition is looking better... I hope you are still fasting..."
"Yes, I am." Trevor walks past his father upstairs.
"Thanks son."
...
As Trevor gets to his floor, he walks down the hallway and can smell something foul coming from his bedroom at the end of the hallway. He walks towards his bedroom. Yes, he hasn't done his laundry, but this smell is something worse than that!
Trevor enters his room and then discovers that his room is just as he's left it, but... the smell still lingers....
Trevor smells closer and he can tell that it is coming from his laundry hamper. As he lifts up a few of his clothes, he discovers a decomposing human head. As he looks over, the few pieces of clothing in his hand are dripping with blood.
Trevor drops them and races out of the room! He yells out to his father, then hurls over and pukes...
Friday October 26, 2007
"Old Friends?"
The white horse blows out two great puffs, he clearly doesn't like being tied up.
"Hi, hello. I'm Xavier."
"Hi, Byron. It's nice to meet you."
Xavier's white long hair is about the only thing that is different from the person who Bryon is standing in front of. As far as he can remember... Byron is sure that this is his old friend, Sebastian.
Xavier is striking. He has white hair, wears a long black leather coat. Tall, curious. Handsome.
"Come in both of you. I'm awaiting to hear what it is that's going on..." Bryon says as the two men walk up the small steps and into the guest house. The professor and Bryon's eyes meet briefly before Byron turns to shut the door behind them...
Now all in the bright, high ceiling living room/ bedroom...
"So tell me. What's going on?" Byron asks.
"I wanted to have you meet Byron because I believe that he has a great deal in common with you and your interests."
Byron and Xavier exchange a smile, friendly.
"What is it that you do Xavier? I may ask?" Byron inquires.
"I'm a great deal many things, but mostly I'm known as a modern philosopher."
"Cool." Byron says. "I'm a poet."
"Nice to meet you." Byron says. "Have a seat."
Byron is sure that something isn't right, but he can't quite put his finger on it....
As Xavier sits down. Byron notices something unusual about the way that Xavier is sitting.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
A new day in Foxport....
Byron stands at the window. The scar on his forehead is huge and painful looking.
He takes a sip of his coffee.
Byron had never thought that he would still be alive. When he jumped out of the window it was meant to kill...
Byron has a flashback to what happened the day before... suddenly he's brought back..
There's a knock at the door.
It's Professor Williams.
"Hi Professor. Come in.."
"Byron, I think that I'd like to examine you once more. I believe that there is something underlying you initial condition. I believe that there may be more to your quote-un-quote love sickness. But before that there's someone here to see you. Someone who I think you should meet."
"Sure, where are they?"
"Xavier! Xavier!" he shouts.
Byron looks over the professor's shoulder. Over the small mountain, he sees a young man riding towards the guest house.
Byron thinks that the young man named Xavier riding towards him, is someone who he was close friends with many years before, but his name was not Xavier.
Byron realizes that something fishy is going on...
Wednesday October 24, 2007
"Just Friends"
"What's going on?" Cameron questions.
Tracy gets up and walks over to Cameron. She places her hand on his chest to prevent any further confrontation.
"Trevor came over and I was doing a life-drawing of him... What does it look like?"
Cameron still is unsure. He looks around the room. He notices the shredded painting in the corner of the room near where Trevor puts his clothes back on. Trevor's cheeks are red.
Now, fully clothed, Trevor steps out onto the balcony and closes the door; he stands out of sight, but can hear what's happening inside:
"Cameron, you're being... you're overreacting." Tracy states.
"Overreacting?! The reason I came over here in the first place is that I have a photo of you at home of you and Trevor kissing on a patio in the central square, downtown."
Tracy tries and recall. Trevor, outside, does the same.
Tracy quickly comes back, "Outside on the patio? What patio Cameron? How do you have a picture of me and Trevor kissing on a patio. Why? Are you taking photos of me?"
"No. I found a roll of film few days ago-- that day leaving Mayberry Park trying to help your friend Trevor here like I told you about earlier. You probably don't remember. You never let me finish! I was just-- I was leaving the park, and I saw this roll of film floating in the gutter on my way back to the car. It was weird to see that and I thought it was someones or something... So, I picked it up and I planned to tell you about it, I came right here after that happened. But we got into the conversation about... " he whispers, "the baby..."
Trevor is shocked. He listens closer. Baby?
Tracy clues in that Trevor is on the balcony... Ooops! she thinks. She buries her head into her hand.
"Can we talk about this later?"
Cameron walks out of the room enraged.
Tracy walks out to the doorway she shouts after him.
"Why does it matter what I do with my free time Cameron. Now I can't have friends? Who on earth needs to know what's going on in my private life away from you, except for me?"
Cameron turns back and answers-
"That's a good question. I'm about to find out."
Cameron exits.
Trevor enters Tracy's bedroom from off the balcony. Tracy turns around and the two hold each others' glance.
Trevor comes over and hugs Tracy tightly. A tear drops of Tracy's cheek.
Tuesday October 24, 2007
Cameron is about to knock at the front door, but realizes that the door is open. He can hear Tracy inside... and someone else.
He calls out slightly... but then stops when he hears... Trevor?
Inside the bedroom...
"Trevor, don't be silly... " Tracy giggles." Don't turn around... this isn't the pose I want of you."
Cameron decides to wait quietly in the doorway inside Tracy's condo.
Cameron is still very mad. He walks down the hallway and looks into the room.
He's shocked to see Trevor sitting naked on a small stool in the corner of the room.
Cameron waits a few more seconds before he knocks lightly on the door.
Tracy turns around in terror, thinking Who's in my house?
Tracy doesn't bother to say anything. Her head drops.
Trevor's eyes grow wide. He jolts up. Picks up his clothes and covers himself. Trevor freezes at Cameron's gaze and takes a deep gulp.
No one says anything as Cameron steps into the room-
Monday October 21, 2007
Professor Williams races across the field to see if he can save Byron's life.
As he turns the corner of the guest house, he's shocked to see how much trouble Byron is in. Byron's blood sparkles in the sun.
The professor reaches down and shakes Byron violently trying to revive him.
Byron gargles. His eyes flit open.
The professor realizes to his surprise that Byron is still alive! He drags his body in through the back door, down the small hallway and up the stairs to the small bedroom in the basement.
The professor gets a cold compress and quickly dabs Byron's forehead with it.
Byron isn't in as bad a shape as the professor thought he would be.
"Hang in there, Byron. We'll get you back to health in no time. You'll get over this, I promise you." the professor pleads. Inside the professor knows that he has got a lot of work ahead of him. It's written all over his face.
*****
As Cameron races through the streets to confront Tracy about what he's seen, he gets flashes of the photograph of Tracy and Trevor kissing on the patio. Where and when did this happen? he thinks to himself.
The more he thinks about it, the angrier he becomes.
*****
Back at Tracy's house:
Tracy continues her life-drawing of Trevor.
"Trevor you're doing great. You're an excellent model." Tracy giggles.
As she draws the curves of this form she secretly becomes aroused. She knows that she is partly doing this to forget what her father has just said on the phone. News that he is coming to Foxport is too much information right now...
How on earth was she going to tell her father, the well-known diamonds magnate George Cinte, that she is pregnant? What would he do when he knows who the real father is? Would she be able to convincingly sell her father a story with Cameron playing th role as a suitable father for their "accidental" pregancy?
Tracy decides in this very moment, to take things one step at a time. She realizes that in order to get over this new chapter as quickly and as painlessly as possible, she was going to have to think on her toes... doing this drawing, right now, seems to ease the pain...
Confused and scared, Tracy looks at Trevor's body, slowly beginning to get that sense of comfort she so badly needs.
Who is Tracy supposed to turn to? Could Tracy trust Trevor with her darkest secret?
How did things get to be this way anyway? Tracy demands herself to answer.
Tracy realizes the relationship with Trevor is moving fast. First, they were friends, now they were secret lovers, but could Trevor also be the confidante she so badly needs?
Now getting lost in drawing Trevor's smooth bare body, she thinks... yes.
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