Law of the Wood [10]
An Original Motion Picture - Script
Third Revision
Written by: L T Hunter
[Tight shot of man huddled inside corner of crash-landed aircraft]
Narrator:
Howling echoed in the distance. Much closer this time, than before;
awakened by fear in the middle of night. A desperate song, and a
hard lump of shaved ice slid down my throat. My mind started racing.
Darkness surrounded me. There it was again. The sound so full of longing,
as some savage passionate calling. Its voice seeming to come from every
direction. My breathing filled the torn and battered cabin. I dare not
make a noise. And there it was again. The call so clear and pure.
I carefully peered out the shattered window. I could see a light in the
distance. An eerie glow, hovering above the moonlit surface of the thick
winter ocean blanket. I couldn’t tell if it were real. Am I dreaming?
[Tight shot of man scurrying around interior of crash-landed aircraft]
The light grew in size, from a pinhole in the distance to a blinding
orb of light coming directly for me. I tossed about in the cabin,
looking for something to arm myself with, to no avail. It grew louder.
Closer the light came, and louder the howling, as it danced off the surface
of the snow. I couldn’t tell what it was, as I had all the thoughts of
these unknown monsters, suddenly to run riot through my mind. I decided
to curl into a ball, and hide beneath the small pile of things I’d collected.
I closed my eyes and began to pray.
[Tight shot of man peering through frosted over window of crash-landed aircraft]
In an instant, as the howling was at its peak, all was quiet. The few seconds
seemed to pass like days run together. Then the crunching sounds of footsteps,
one after the other, came closer to my cowardly perch. Out of the darkness
came a hand, uncovering the tattered pieces of rubbish under which I had
been hiding.
[Tight shot of door to aircraft being torn open off its hinges]
Narrator:
‘…who art in heaven, hallow be thy…’
The Guide:
‘Are you okay?’
Narrator:
‘What?!’
The Guide:
‘Are you injured?’
Narrator:
‘Uh, no, er, who are…’
The Guide:
‘I am Bunock Amarok, the guide, the one you hired from Old Crow’
Narrator:
‘But, how did you…’
The Guide:
‘I knew you wouldn’t be late, that pilot was Rosie’s son. He’s never been late.’
Narrator:
‘I, I, I don’t believe…’
The Guide:
‘Come on, we’ve got to get going.’
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