Scene 3: Pan to an event that happens before the library scene as narration continues Sam is in bed with the woman next door when his girlfriend (Sandy) walks in and catches them. A fight ensues and she walks out. lines here are ad libbed for sake of spontaneity. the argument is heated, but muted, being behind the narration.
I must digress a little. I was nineteen when the
Devil became the owner of my soul. In facts, the
eve that Belial came to visit me was the very eve
of my birthday and I had all but squandered the day.
I remember it all so well because I had just broken up
with my girlfriend for what I thought of as a betrayal.
She had not betrayed me, no, but my purposes.
She had caught me in a tryst with a married neighbor.
That was her only crime, and it really wasn’t a crime at all.
I had wronged her. I had destroyed her faith in my “love”.
But I didn’t love her. That was the problem. I didn’t love anyone.
fade to montage of scenes where Sam is with different women and chasing women as the narration continues.
I was far from being a loyal lover. Women were my greatest
vice. Or, should I say, my greatest weakness. I lusted after them.
I stalked them. I even lusted after the ones I could not have.
And all I wanted from women was, well, sex. That, to me, was all
they were good for. Otherwise, they were a big waste of money and
time. Wine them, dine them, but make sure they go to bed with you in
the end–that was my philosophy.
It didn’t matter whether they stayed or not, just as long as I got what
I wanted from the. I didn’t realize that it was all wrong, I just knew
that I wanted what they had to offer…even if they really weren’t offering.
I scoffed at my Christian upbringing, I was from wealth and privilege, I
didn’t need God or his rules.
Pan to scenes of Sam wining and dining women, then bedding them.Fade to scene of Sam making lewd gestures and laughing as he is driven past a church. Adlib lines to match scenes.
In my young mind, women were there to do as I bid. My word,
where they were concerned, was law. If they didn’t give willingly,
I would take it. If I couldn’t take it, I would slander them. Shame them.
You might say that evil had already taken a fair root in my heart but not enough but not enough to destroy my soul. Yes, I had committed crimes against so many young ladies up to this point,but I had always been able to repent my evil away until I signed my soul away.
Scene 4: an hour after the pact is signed. Sam’s father’s fever breaks and he regains his health over the days that pass. Sam’s mother and father watch as their son begins to change. At first, it was subtle, then more apparent.
Before I go on, I must tell you that my father regained his health in the days that followed. He had been near death for about a week,but for some reason, the fever broke and he was well almost within hours of my signing away my soul. He would remain a thorn in my side for over ten years and I would grow to loathe him. Yet, he was a good man and in the dark recesses of my mind, I knew that he just wanted to save his youngest son. Mama, too, could see the changes in me. How hard they tried to regain my soul for me!
Fade to scene of Frankie’s bedroom. A dark corner. Frankie’s back is to the corner, he is getting ready for bed. Sam , in spectral form,appears in the dark corner and Frankie turns and jumps, spooked.
My first deeds, though, had nothing to do with my parents or women. It had everything to do with a friend who had “betrayed” me. yet , much like the situation with my ex-girlfriend, he had not really betrayed me.
Jesus! Where did you come from?
(with an evil smile)
Nowhere. What are you nervous about, Frankie? Afraid I might do something?
(starting to grow fearful)
How did you get in here? All the doors are locked. And the windows are all shut down tight with the shutters closed.
Not everyone has to use doors or windows, Frankie. Sometimes all it takes is a guilty conscience or thought. Maybe I will visit your girl after I am done here.
(defiant, yet fearful)
I don’t know what I have to be guilty of.I didn’t do anything to you.
Think, Frankie. Hard. You betrayed me. You told Susan where I was. She found me with Marla.
What the hell were you doing with Marla?
(suddenly realizing what the answer is. Shock suddenly registers in his eyes)
Oh God! Why’d you do that?!?
None of your business, Frankie. But I know you told her where I was. She told me.
Of course, this last part had been a lie. She had not been told, nor had she told me that anyone had told her where I was. She had just simply stopped to see Marla and found us.
I did not tell her!!! Hell! I didn’t even know where you were! I swear it!
Too late, Frankie. No amount of swearing will absolve you this time. This time, you have betrayed me one too many times.
Sam forces Frankie to sit down and write a false confession and suicide note. Sam forces Frankie to make a noose and hang himself.he waits until Frankie stops kicking and breathing, then leaves.
Over the next hour, I made him write out a false confession. It was a beauty,even though it was all lies. I made him write out a suicide note, then made him make his own noose. It had to be believable. Then, I made him hang himself. I waited until he stopped kicking and moving before I left.
Pleased with myself, I felt I needed to find a woman and celebrate. And who better than the girlfriend of my late friend? I smiled in anticipation.
Sam seeks out Frankie’s girlfriend and attempts to seduce her.
Knock it off, Sam. I don’t love you. I never will. Go away. You can’t have me.
You will live to regret this.
Enraged, Sam returns home to plot fiona’s death.
I did not expect her to reject me. Devastated, I went back home to plot against her as well. Yet, I refrained from carrying it out right away. I wanted to let the shock of Frankie’s “suicide” go away. I wanted to punish her in other ways. I wanted to really hurt her.
Scene 5: fade to a later date. The sadness of Frankie’s death has seemingly eased for Fiona. Sam has been watching. Waiting. His eyes reveal that he believes that the time is right to bring his plot against her to fruition. He appears, one night, in her bedroom after she returns from a date with some friends. She is undressing when he appears.
Hello, Fiona. Have you missed me?
Dear God, Sam! How the hell did you get in here?!?
Sam begins trying to force himself on her, pushing her toward the bed. As scene fades, she screams. Fade back in on scene of her lying on her bed, her hair messed, her face battered and bruised. She is crying. Sam stands where he had appeared earlier, an evil smile on his face.
(with an evil laugh)
We’ll continue this tomorrow night,
(vanishes, leaving her to cry inconsolably)
Shakily, she goes to her desk and pulls out her diary and begins writing every event that has led up to this misfortune, including the rape itself.
Little did I know that she would be a witness to my crimes in ways even the Devil could not know. Yes, she would keep a detailed diary about me. The flags I raised in her mind. The horrible truth about what I would become.
She would keep a detailed record of every time I would visit her and every time I raped her. In the end, it would be one of the few documents that would seal my fate (pause) twenty years after her own death. The last night I would visit her, I would leave her a shattered mess. She lay, motionless, in a pool of her own blood after the beating I gave her as I made her do the things that would make her unravel. Unashamed, I left her that way.
Fade to scene of Fiona in a puddle of blood, Sam leaving. She regains consciousness after he leaves and seeks out her diary. After writing one last entry, she hides it where she knows Sam won’t find it. After this, she sits at her desk and writes a suicide note and hangs herself.
At some point in the night, after she had made one last entry in her secret book, and after hiding it well enough for me not to find, she wrote a suicide note and then hung herself to end the pain I had inflicted upon her. In her note, she left her family a clue as to where she had hidden the book but warned them not to look for it until I was well out of the community.
That night, I called upon a host of succubae to give me the pleasure I wanted in bed. I was addicted to their touch and their ways. So amazing were the nights they visited me that I forgot about women for a while. I had not been told that to call upon their pleasures would age me greatly over time, but I would not have cared anyway. I was young.what was a long life if I could not taste all the pleasures Hell had to offer?
Unashamed of the deeds I had committed, I went on with my life as if I had done nothing wrong. The town began to wonder what was going on, though. Two of their most beloved children had been taken from them for no reason. One had been savagely beaten and assaulted until she committed suicide, the other had simply committed suicide for no apparent reason. And I was the only one who knew why.
Fade to scene of Sam in his bedroom, surrounded by succubae. They are crawling on him, kissing him, and arousing him. Fade to black as the remainder of the narration continues. End of scene.
Scene 6: one year later. The anniversary of Belial’s first visit. Belial has returned.
I would spend the rest of my nineteenth year breaking into the houses of those I had gone to school with, taking all of their belongings and leaving clues that pointed away from myself. Small, petty stuff, but still another step in the direction of my own eternal damnation. I had no reservations. No pride. Just a vengeful heart bent on hurting everyone around me.
I would receive a visit from Belial, once again, on the anniversary of our first meeting. Every birthday would be another friendly visit, goading me deeper into evil. Yet, he waited until all were asleep but me. I had stopped sleeping after Frankie’s death.
(hissing malevolently cheerful)
I see you have created quite a stir! Not bad!
(raising an eyebrow)
By whose measure?
My master’s, of course. But he wants more. And he wanted me to deliver another message.
(looking at Belial quizzically)
And that might be?
He wanted me to remind you that, if you read the fine print, and I hope you did, that he will come for you at the appointed time. This means that he will come himself or send some of my coworkers to collect your body once your time runs out.
And how much time do I have?
Roughly twenty years.
No? You presume to tell my master how much time you need to do things?
No, but if your master expects me to get into politics, he needs to give me until I am fifty.only one man has made it into the White House before they were forty.
Do you doubt the power of my master that you think he cannot influence enough to get you there before you are forty?
(shaking his head)
no , but I doubt the human willingness to follow his lead. Too many astute people who can’t be fooled by the likes of me.
You tell a big enough lie and you can fool anyone into selling anything. Besides. We need you in office to raise our membership. We have fallen on some hard times and need you to recruit. Oh, and you won’t be in the White House until you go to Congress.
And you are telling me that I will be doing that soon, I take it?
Sooner than you think.