JINKETSU OOKAMI I: THE SAVIOUR OF SILVER
Swirling silver FLAMES, flowing gently. The words 'Jinketsu Ookami' emerge from the flame, FLOATING on top of it like water. Eventually it SINKS back into the fire and the roman numeral 'I' emerges to take its place. The numeral also sinks back and is replaced by the words 'The Saviour of Silver'. The flame and individual letters SCATTER and reveal--
DAYLIGHT. Looking at a clear blue sky. Pans down to look at the GREAT AMERICAN WASTELAND from the East. A distant RUMBLING is heard, and DUST begins to fly up, moving South from off-screen.
EXT. GREAT AMERICAN WASTELAND -- DAY
Close up on an ARMOURED TRUCK – the source of the rumbling and dust. It appears to be futuristic in appearance. There are several portholes along the side and four square sets of railings on the roof which surround HATCHES leading into the BACK CABIN. These are the FIRING STATIONS.
INT. ARMOURED TRUCK BACK CABIN -- DAY
Dark, metallic interior. Only light comes from the portholes on the sides. There are four LADDERS in the room, one in each corner. Next to each is a PLATFORM with a HATCH above it that leads to the FIRING STATIONS. There is a door at the front which leads to the FRONT of the truck and INSTRUMENT ROOM. There are four MARINES in the CABIN, SERGEANT REED, CORPORAL THOMAS, PRIVATE DEAN and PRIVATE MITCH. The former three are toying with their NAPALM RIFLES and BULLETPROOF VESTS. Mitch is sat in the corner of the CABIN, looking at his feet and holding his rifle anxiously. Reed periodically gives him concerned looks, but finally decides to speak...
SERGEANT REED
Come on, Mitch, what's up?
Mitch looks up, startled at suddenly being addressed. He stares at Reed for a moment, and then looks down again.
PRIVATE MITCH
It's nothing, Sir.
SERGEANT REED
Nothing, huh? (Pause) I heard it's your first time out. Nervous?
A PAUSE as Mitch considers his reply.
PRIVATE MITCH
Yeah. A little. (Pause) It's just... you hear all kinds of stories in the Sanctuary.
SERGEANT REED
Oh?
Reed turns to face Mitch fully now, interested.
SERGEANT REED
Like what?
PRIVATE MITCH
They can... they can breathe fire.
SERGEANT REED
Hah. Never seen one do that. So long as it don't get close, you'll be fine.
PRIVATE MITCH
(Unconvinced) Okay...
There is another pause, and Reed lets out a sigh.
SERGEANT REED
Look. (Points to a SCAR on his face) See that?
Mitch lifts his head and looks at the scar. He stares at it.
PRIVATE MITCH
Yeah?
SERGEANT REED
Got that from a really nasty one. Took three goes to finally finish it.
PRIVATE MITCH
Why are you showing me, Sir?
SERGEANT REED
'Cause I lived to tell you about it. Think about that.
Mitch slowly smiles.
INT. ARMOURED TRUCK FRONT CABIN -- DAY
A tight, brightly lit space. Comprised of a short CORRIDOR leading from the back cabin to the driver and passenger seats. Branching off the corridor is the small INSTRUMENT ROOM with many different DETECTION INSTRUMENTS. In the cabin is the DRIVER, WAYNE, and the OPERATOR, FREDERICK, who is looking at readings on several machines. A red dot appears on the RADAR behind him. PING. Frederick turns around in his chair and looks at the reading. His eyes widen.
FREDERICK
Sergeant! We've got movement.
Reed enters the Front Cabin and hurries into the Instrument Room.
FREDERICK
It's definitely a target - I haven't gotten word of anyone stranded nearby.
SERGEANT REED
Right. I'll get the men prepped.
Reed exits the Instrument Room and re-enters the...
INT. ARMOURED TRUCK BACK CABIN -- DAY
SERGEANT REED
It's a target. Positions, now.
Thomas and Dean immediately move to the North-East and South-West ladders respectively and CLIMB, beginning to open the hatches and step onto the platforms. Mitch stares at Reed, eyes wide with FEAR.
SERGEANT REED (Stern)
That means you too, Private! Move your ass!
Mitch shakes himself out of his stupor, nods and climbs up the South-East ladder behind him. Reed's eyes follow him for a moment before he turns and goes to the North-West ladder.
EXT. GREAT AMERICAN WASTELAND -- DAY
A hatch opens up on the top of the truck and Mitch climbs out so that his upper body is visible, still stood on the platform inside the cabin. Thomas and Dean are already in their positions, eyes DARTING about the Wasteland, trying to locate the target in vain. Reed's hatch opens as he steps onto his platform.
SERGEANT REED
H.U.D.s!
All four marines press a button on the side of their HELMETS and green-tinted, transparent SCREENS slide down to cover their right eyes. The screens activate and a HEADS-UP DISPLAY fills them with readouts and data.
FREDERICK (from Reed's radio)
North-West.
SERGEANT REED
North-West!
All four marines simultaneously TURN to face the North-West as indicated on their HUDs, guns COCKED. There is a tense pause. Mitch bites his lip. Suddenly, on Thomas' HUD a red shape lights up in the distance, becoming bigger as it gets closer. It appears to be winged bestial creature... an invisible DAEMON!
CORPORAL THOMAS
Daemon sighted.
SERGEANT REED
Fire at will.
Reed and Thomas SHOOT several rounds at the Daemon, missing. When it gets closer to the truck Dean also begins to shoot. Eventually a bullet STRIKES the Daemon and it bursts into FLAMES, stopping as a consequence.
SERGEANT REED
Bull's-eye!
Mitch sighs in relief.
INT. ARMOURED TRUCK FRONT CABIN -- DAY
Frederick is looking at the RADAR. His eyes widen suddenly.
FREDERICK (to radio)
Sergeant!
SERGEANT REED (from radio)
What?
FREDERICK
Incoming!
EXT. GREAT AMERICAN WASTELAND -- DAY
SERGEANT REED
What?!
Reed STARES out to the North-West again, gun raised in ALARM. The other marines do the same. Reed desperately looks out into the Wasteland, looking for the Daemon on his H.U.D..
INT. ARMOURED TRUCK FRONT CABIN -- DAY
FREDERICK
Brace for impact!
EXT. GREAT AMERICAN WASTELAND -- DAY
Reed's eyes widen as he finally sees the Daemon, which is now only METRES away!
SERGEANT REED
Brace for impact!
Reed, Dean and Thomas SNATCH the railings around the hatches and BOW their heads to shield them. Mitch also grabs the railings but stares blankly in horror. SMASH. The Daemon attacks the back of the truck, lifting up its rear end and beginning to flip it over!
SERGEANT REED:
Everyone out!
All four marines JUMP out of their hatches and land on the dry soil out of harm's way. Thomas, Reed and Mitch manage to ROLL and break their fall. Dean takes a hit to the head and falls unconscious.
INT. ARMOURED TRUCK FRONT CABIN -- DAY
Frederick, petrified as the truck overturns with him inside!
EXT. THE GREAT AMERICAN WASTELAND -- DAY
CRASH. The truck completes its flip and lands upside down, sending DEBRE SOARING in every direction. A section of the railing STRIKES Thomas on the head, rendering him unconscious. There is a long pause as Mitch stares at the WRECKAGE.
PRIVATE MITCH
S-Sir? (Pause) Sergeant?!
Mitch sees Thomas next to him.
PRIVATE MITCH
Oh god...
Mitch rushes over and examines Thomas.
PRIVATE MITCH
Corporal Thomas? Corporal?!
Pause as Mitch stares out into the Wasteland blankly. Suddenly there is GROANING from the other side of the wreckage. SERGEANT REED!
PRIVATE MITCH (in relief)
Sarge!
Mitch SPRINTS around the wreckage and sees Sergeant Reed STRUGGLE to stand up, clutching his BROKEN right arm.
PRIVATE MITCH
Sarge, are you okay?
SERGEANT REED
Fine. You?
PRIVATE MITCH
I'm okay.
Mitch sees Dean.
PRIVATE MITCH
Dean?!
SERGEANT REED
I think he's alright, just got knocked out. Where's Corporal Thomas?
PRIVATE MITCH
Same.
SERGEANT REED
Great, just the two of us, then. (Pause) Damn! The Daemon!
Mitch and Reed look out to the Wasteland, searching for the Daemon, but they notice their H.U.D. screens are SMASHED and their rifles are MISSING.
SERGEANT REED
Nice, got no H.U.D. or gun.
PRIVATE MITCH
Me either.
SERGEANT REED
We're sitting ducks!
SMASH. Suddenly Reed is sent FLYING through the air by an invisible FORCE and lands in the wreckage. Mitch backs away.
PRIVATE MITCH
Sarge!
Mitch TWISTS around, looking for any indication of the Daemon's location. SMASH. Mitch FLIES backwards several metres, landing PAINFULLY on the ground again. He CRIES out.
PRIVATE MITCH
Someone! Help!
Mitch STOPS shouting when he notices shimmering above him - The DAEMON! Mitch is PETRIFIED. He closes his eyes and awaits his DEATH. Fade to BLACK...
PAINED ROARING.
EXT. GREAT AMERICAN WASTELAND -- DAY
Mitch opens his eyes again and looks around for the shimmering in vain. He stares down and finds a STRANGER standing above him, his back turned to him. He has a brown, BUTTONED JACKET; long, BLACK TROUSERS and BLACK BOOTS. His HAIR is extremely long, black, and messy. In the background the Daemon is distantly roaring in PAIN.
PRIVATE MITCH
W-what?
The Stranger turns his head and looks back at Mitch. His EYES are yellow, and his RIGHT eye has a SCAR running down it. This surprises Mitch.
STRANGER
You okay?
PRIVATE MITCH
I think so.
STRANGER
Good. Sit tight, this won't take long.
Mitch looks in between the Stranger's legs. There is a raging DUST CLOUD several metres in front of him - the DAEMON!
PRIVATE MITCH
What's going on?
STRANGER
My friend is fighting the Daemon.
PRIVATE MITCH
Friend?
DEAFENING ROAR. One of the Daemon's LIMBS becomes visible as it has been SEVERED. It FLOATS over to the Stranger.
PRIVATE MITCH
What the...
STRANGER
Good one, Shiruba.
The limb drops at the Stranger's feet, and he PETS the air like there is an invisible DOG.
STRANGER
My turn.
The Stranger pulls a KATANA out of a sheath at his side. The metal blade is BLACK, and so are its wrappings. The guard has an exotic TRIBAL design. The weapon itself looks INTIMIDATING. Mitch is AMAZED. The Stranger CHARGES forward, katana raised. Suddenly, he SPRINGS left, and the ground he had just been positioned on seems to EXPLODE, creating another small DUST CLOUD – the Daemon's ATTACK.
PRIVATE MITCH
He can see it?
The Stranger jumps again and lands on an invisible object – the Daemon! He violently THRUSTS his katana downwards. The tip disappears as it PENETRATES the invisible Daemon's body. Another DEAFENING ROAR. The Daemon's invisible body SLUMPS. CRASH. Its corpse becomes VISIBLE. It is a bestial CREATURE with wings and a HIDEOUS face.
PRIVATE MITCH
No way...
The Stranger jumps down from the CORPSE and examines it, sheathing his katana. It is now dripping with BLOOD.
PRIVATE MITCH
Hey, are you that guy? That... Saint?
The Stranger turns to look at Mitch, frowning.
PRIVATE MITCH
Yeah. That's it. You're the Saint. You've got to be...
Mitch is interrupted by a pain in his chest. He clasps it with his hand.
STRANGER
You'd better stop talking.
PRIVATE MITCH
Yeah... maybe I should... but... what's your name?
OOKAMI
Ookami Jinketsu.
Ookami looks toward the WRECKAGE and then back to Mitch again.
OOKAMI
And we need to get you back on the road quickly.
Author's Notes: I finally got round to remaking this story as a movie script! HURRAY! Expect the second scene soon! ^_^ I hope this is the start of a very, very awesome story. Don't worry, I got the whole thing plotted out and it is extremely epic, full of action, mystery, and drama =D maybe even a hint of romance every now and then ._. Anywho, just stick around and keep an eye out for the next scene ^_^
