Mémoires meurtrières: The Return Of Mary Bell
Summary: Child murderer Mary Bell turns up to haunt Pleasantville-she doesn't have her sights set on Tommy, but rather any able bodied human... who happens
to be an unsuspecting Goth named Merton Dingle.
Disclaimer: OK FOLKS! Almost a year later, I feel I must continue this here fic and break my habit of never finishing anything!
I don't know if you remember, but I had told you to pretend Mary Bell was dead... well... now Im changing my mind. The form Mary Bell is returning in (as her younger self) is an astral projection, not a ghost, but not a solid being... so yes. I cant guarantee this will... even be all that great. Im a little rusty.
-smiles-
You know I don't own anything, though I have claimed Merton's silky shirts ^_^;;
{Scene: Merton's lair}
{Tommy watches as his friend crosses the room to stand in front of him}
Lori: What's going on?
Merton: Tommy I've got something to...
Tommy: *interrupting* You're supposed to be in coma...
Merton: Listen to me.
Tommy: What happened?
Merton: Im getting to that...
Tommy: You're hair's not cut... *reaches out and touches a spike*
Merton: No. Tommy, Listen to me.
Tommy: *touches another one* It was cut...
Merton: *frustrated* *backs away* Tommy, listen to me!
Tommy: *pulls his hand away* Ok. Ok, all ears.
Merton: Mary's not a ghost. She's been astral projecting...
Tommy: Yeah,,,
Merton: She may not know she's doing it, is the thing.
Tommy: How would she not know?
Merton: When you astral project, your subconscious controls you.
Tommy: Wait, she's not dead?
Merton: No, we've been through this.
Tommy: We have?
Lori: So... that's what that paper was about.
Merton: What paper?
Lori: The one in your pants pocket.
Merton: Oh! Yes.
Tommy: What happened to you anyway?
Merton: I don't know... But, Tommy... Lori. Guys, If I don't wake up...
Tommy: Merton, don't.
Merton: No... Make sure Resputin gets fed... and uhm
Tommy: Merton... You're gonna wake up, Buddy.
Merton: And keep Becky out of the lair.
Tommy: -sighs- Fine.
Merton: Thank you, now in the mean time- we've got stuff to do.
Lori: Stuff? Merton... you're not even here.
Merton: Yes I am.
Lori: No, your not.
Merton: Yes I am. Its called astral projection, ever heard of it?
Lori: Wait, you can do it too?
Merton: -sighs- Everyone can do it.... C'mon! We've gotta stop this fiend now before she destroys me completely!
Lori: Mellow Dramatic, much?
Merton: Lori, don't ruin my moment.
Lori: -to self- Fine...
Merton:*grabs a book off his desk* The thing is, I don't understand -how- she's been possessing me. If that's even what she's been doing. I've read through as many books as I could find on Astral Projection, Im getting nothing. I don't even -remember- doing those things, anyway.
Lori: Do you think you would?
Merton: Im not sure if I would or not. See, there are bits and pieces floating around... Its like when I dream I relive it all through my own eyes.
Tommy: When you dream?
Merton: Yeah... its like... she's making me think I did it on my own free will.
Tommy: But you wouldn't do those things, Merton.
Merton: -jumps- HYPNOTISM!
Tommy: Hypno... what?
Merton: Hypnotism.
Tommy: What does that have to do with... -distant look- Never mind.
Merton: Maybe that's what she's doing...
Lori: But, Merton... It was more like she was... -inside- you than controlling you through magic. When either of us even mentioned Mary around it, its like she came alive.
Merton: What do you mean?
Lori: Your eyes would glow. Kind of like Tommy's, and you'd talk funny. -pause- Merton, haven't we gone over this?
Merton: Just... talk different how?
Lori: I don't know! English.
Merton: English how?
Lori: English accent.
Merton: -pause- Really? Was it... At all... what you'd call... hunky?
Lori: Merton, C'mon.
Merton: Right, sorry. English huh? Mary was English.
Lori: Yeah, yeah. We know this already.
Merton: My eyes would glow?
Lori: Pink.
Merton: Oh. . . Pink? How is that relevant?
Lori: -shrugs- beats me.
{Suddenly the lair door swings open, the three jump and too see Todd standing there, an angered look on his face.}
Todd: *English accent* You were gonna let me sit out there?!
Lori: oops.
Todd: Yeah, oops. How could you do that?
Lori: Im sorry... Merton's in trouble.
Todd: I don't care!
Lori: Todd... what's wrong with you?
Todd: How could you forget about me? Let me sit out there in the gushing rain. Are you insane?
Lori: Todd...
Todd: Don't Todd me.
Merton: Lori...
Lori: Not now Merton!
Merton: Lori!
Lori: What?!
Merton: Was... was the glow anything like that? *points to Todd's eyes*
Lori: Yeah, come to think of it. -pause- Oh god.
Merton: You say we run? Good plan.
{ Merton runs off, passing through the lair door. Moments later, he comes flying back through, passing through both Tommy and Lori, managing to slam against the wall, and fall to his bed.}
Merton: *sitting up* Ok, not such a good idea.
Lori: Merton, what's going on?
Merton: How should I know?! ...There's like a force field around the house!
Tommy: Force field?
Merton: That's what I said. I couldn't get through it. I need -back- in my body.
Lori: Well, what happens if you cant get back in?
Merton: I only have so long. If I wake up, and -I'm- not there, there's nothing there.
Lori: What do you mean?
Merton: A blank... canvas, Lori. Nothing. Just a body.
Tommy: You'll die?
Merton: BINGO!
Tommy: Well, what do we do?
Merton: How do I know?!
Lori: *sighs* Todd.. What happened?
Todd: Nothing, nothing happened. You left me out there. You know what's out there?! I've heard things Lori.
Lori: Like what?
Todd: The Pleasantville Werewolf! Yeah, I know about that.
Lori: You don't have to worry about him.
Tommy: Unless you piss him off, but otherwise, He's a really nice guy. Handsome at that.
Lori: Tommy, shh.
Merton: OH! Idea!
{Merton rushes to his books, fumbling through them, causing some to fall to the ground. He pulls the chair out from his desk, and sits down, flipping through the pages intently.}
Lori: Merton, what are you doing?
Merton: Looking for something.
Lori: Like what? Todd's... possessed, and you want to read?
Merton: Here!
Lori: What?!
Merton: Shhh.
Lori: *sighs* Fine.
{Merton recites something from the book. The language sounds Latin, but he has a few problems pronouncing a few of the syllables. A flash explodes around the house, a tremor shaking the foundation. The windows break, sending shards of glass through the air with substantial force. All except Merton duck the flying bits, the pieces seem to glide right through him. Suddenly, everything goes black.}
Lori: Merton?.... Tommy?
Merton: My candles... dang it!
Lori: Tommy?
Merton: *to self* Where are my matches?
Lori: Tommy?!
Merton: AHA! *lights the nearest candle* *pause* Tommy?
{The room is vacant, candles and books are strewn about, pieces of glass glitter on the carpet, and concrete floor.}
Merton: Where's Tommy? *swings the candle into the air, trying to get a better look at his room*
Lori: *grabbing the candle from Merton's hands* I don't know. Todd's gone too. *pause* What did you do?
Merton: I... I tried to take down the force field. Wonder if it worked. *runs through a wall. Several moments later, he returns.} Yup. Good... Now I can leave.
Lori: Merton? You can leave! You have to help me find Todd and Tommy!
Merton: I have to. . . Besides, don't you think Tommy could fend for himself?
{Scene: Pleasantville Park: Night}
{Tommy rounds a corner, running into a group of walkers. He wolfs out, and scares them away. He laughs to himself, and continues on. The Camera pans to reveal Todd's gnarled body stashed under some bushes near the Hungry Bucket.}
Tommy:*growls* C'mon You're just a... a little girl!
{Tommy's wolf form retracts slightly, then pushes forward again. He groans in pain.}
Tommy: *through clenched teeth* This is ridiculous! C'mon!
{Tommy bends over, clutching at his stomach. He straightens up soon there after, his eyes glowing orange. He drops to the grown seconds after, the glow in his eyes going from orange, to pink, to yellow}
Tommy: You're not gonna win! I always win!
{Suddenly a blast blows Tommy off his feet, sending him into a near by bench. He gets to his feet, still clutching at his stomach.}
Tommy: Yeah! That's right. Give me your best shot!
{Tommy jerks sideways, his eyes glowing yellow. Blood trickles over his lips, and onto his chin.}
Mary: *voice over* You always win, huh?
------
TBC
whoo.
Yeah.
-wanders off- ^_^;;
Summary: Child murderer Mary Bell turns up to haunt Pleasantville-she doesn't have her sights set on Tommy, but rather any able bodied human... who happens
to be an unsuspecting Goth named Merton Dingle.
Disclaimer: OK FOLKS! Almost a year later, I feel I must continue this here fic and break my habit of never finishing anything!
I don't know if you remember, but I had told you to pretend Mary Bell was dead... well... now Im changing my mind. The form Mary Bell is returning in (as her younger self) is an astral projection, not a ghost, but not a solid being... so yes. I cant guarantee this will... even be all that great. Im a little rusty.
-smiles-
You know I don't own anything, though I have claimed Merton's silky shirts ^_^;;
{Scene: Merton's lair}
{Tommy watches as his friend crosses the room to stand in front of him}
Lori: What's going on?
Merton: Tommy I've got something to...
Tommy: *interrupting* You're supposed to be in coma...
Merton: Listen to me.
Tommy: What happened?
Merton: Im getting to that...
Tommy: You're hair's not cut... *reaches out and touches a spike*
Merton: No. Tommy, Listen to me.
Tommy: *touches another one* It was cut...
Merton: *frustrated* *backs away* Tommy, listen to me!
Tommy: *pulls his hand away* Ok. Ok, all ears.
Merton: Mary's not a ghost. She's been astral projecting...
Tommy: Yeah,,,
Merton: She may not know she's doing it, is the thing.
Tommy: How would she not know?
Merton: When you astral project, your subconscious controls you.
Tommy: Wait, she's not dead?
Merton: No, we've been through this.
Tommy: We have?
Lori: So... that's what that paper was about.
Merton: What paper?
Lori: The one in your pants pocket.
Merton: Oh! Yes.
Tommy: What happened to you anyway?
Merton: I don't know... But, Tommy... Lori. Guys, If I don't wake up...
Tommy: Merton, don't.
Merton: No... Make sure Resputin gets fed... and uhm
Tommy: Merton... You're gonna wake up, Buddy.
Merton: And keep Becky out of the lair.
Tommy: -sighs- Fine.
Merton: Thank you, now in the mean time- we've got stuff to do.
Lori: Stuff? Merton... you're not even here.
Merton: Yes I am.
Lori: No, your not.
Merton: Yes I am. Its called astral projection, ever heard of it?
Lori: Wait, you can do it too?
Merton: -sighs- Everyone can do it.... C'mon! We've gotta stop this fiend now before she destroys me completely!
Lori: Mellow Dramatic, much?
Merton: Lori, don't ruin my moment.
Lori: -to self- Fine...
Merton:*grabs a book off his desk* The thing is, I don't understand -how- she's been possessing me. If that's even what she's been doing. I've read through as many books as I could find on Astral Projection, Im getting nothing. I don't even -remember- doing those things, anyway.
Lori: Do you think you would?
Merton: Im not sure if I would or not. See, there are bits and pieces floating around... Its like when I dream I relive it all through my own eyes.
Tommy: When you dream?
Merton: Yeah... its like... she's making me think I did it on my own free will.
Tommy: But you wouldn't do those things, Merton.
Merton: -jumps- HYPNOTISM!
Tommy: Hypno... what?
Merton: Hypnotism.
Tommy: What does that have to do with... -distant look- Never mind.
Merton: Maybe that's what she's doing...
Lori: But, Merton... It was more like she was... -inside- you than controlling you through magic. When either of us even mentioned Mary around it, its like she came alive.
Merton: What do you mean?
Lori: Your eyes would glow. Kind of like Tommy's, and you'd talk funny. -pause- Merton, haven't we gone over this?
Merton: Just... talk different how?
Lori: I don't know! English.
Merton: English how?
Lori: English accent.
Merton: -pause- Really? Was it... At all... what you'd call... hunky?
Lori: Merton, C'mon.
Merton: Right, sorry. English huh? Mary was English.
Lori: Yeah, yeah. We know this already.
Merton: My eyes would glow?
Lori: Pink.
Merton: Oh. . . Pink? How is that relevant?
Lori: -shrugs- beats me.
{Suddenly the lair door swings open, the three jump and too see Todd standing there, an angered look on his face.}
Todd: *English accent* You were gonna let me sit out there?!
Lori: oops.
Todd: Yeah, oops. How could you do that?
Lori: Im sorry... Merton's in trouble.
Todd: I don't care!
Lori: Todd... what's wrong with you?
Todd: How could you forget about me? Let me sit out there in the gushing rain. Are you insane?
Lori: Todd...
Todd: Don't Todd me.
Merton: Lori...
Lori: Not now Merton!
Merton: Lori!
Lori: What?!
Merton: Was... was the glow anything like that? *points to Todd's eyes*
Lori: Yeah, come to think of it. -pause- Oh god.
Merton: You say we run? Good plan.
{ Merton runs off, passing through the lair door. Moments later, he comes flying back through, passing through both Tommy and Lori, managing to slam against the wall, and fall to his bed.}
Merton: *sitting up* Ok, not such a good idea.
Lori: Merton, what's going on?
Merton: How should I know?! ...There's like a force field around the house!
Tommy: Force field?
Merton: That's what I said. I couldn't get through it. I need -back- in my body.
Lori: Well, what happens if you cant get back in?
Merton: I only have so long. If I wake up, and -I'm- not there, there's nothing there.
Lori: What do you mean?
Merton: A blank... canvas, Lori. Nothing. Just a body.
Tommy: You'll die?
Merton: BINGO!
Tommy: Well, what do we do?
Merton: How do I know?!
Lori: *sighs* Todd.. What happened?
Todd: Nothing, nothing happened. You left me out there. You know what's out there?! I've heard things Lori.
Lori: Like what?
Todd: The Pleasantville Werewolf! Yeah, I know about that.
Lori: You don't have to worry about him.
Tommy: Unless you piss him off, but otherwise, He's a really nice guy. Handsome at that.
Lori: Tommy, shh.
Merton: OH! Idea!
{Merton rushes to his books, fumbling through them, causing some to fall to the ground. He pulls the chair out from his desk, and sits down, flipping through the pages intently.}
Lori: Merton, what are you doing?
Merton: Looking for something.
Lori: Like what? Todd's... possessed, and you want to read?
Merton: Here!
Lori: What?!
Merton: Shhh.
Lori: *sighs* Fine.
{Merton recites something from the book. The language sounds Latin, but he has a few problems pronouncing a few of the syllables. A flash explodes around the house, a tremor shaking the foundation. The windows break, sending shards of glass through the air with substantial force. All except Merton duck the flying bits, the pieces seem to glide right through him. Suddenly, everything goes black.}
Lori: Merton?.... Tommy?
Merton: My candles... dang it!
Lori: Tommy?
Merton: *to self* Where are my matches?
Lori: Tommy?!
Merton: AHA! *lights the nearest candle* *pause* Tommy?
{The room is vacant, candles and books are strewn about, pieces of glass glitter on the carpet, and concrete floor.}
Merton: Where's Tommy? *swings the candle into the air, trying to get a better look at his room*
Lori: *grabbing the candle from Merton's hands* I don't know. Todd's gone too. *pause* What did you do?
Merton: I... I tried to take down the force field. Wonder if it worked. *runs through a wall. Several moments later, he returns.} Yup. Good... Now I can leave.
Lori: Merton? You can leave! You have to help me find Todd and Tommy!
Merton: I have to. . . Besides, don't you think Tommy could fend for himself?
{Scene: Pleasantville Park: Night}
{Tommy rounds a corner, running into a group of walkers. He wolfs out, and scares them away. He laughs to himself, and continues on. The Camera pans to reveal Todd's gnarled body stashed under some bushes near the Hungry Bucket.}
Tommy:*growls* C'mon You're just a... a little girl!
{Tommy's wolf form retracts slightly, then pushes forward again. He groans in pain.}
Tommy: *through clenched teeth* This is ridiculous! C'mon!
{Tommy bends over, clutching at his stomach. He straightens up soon there after, his eyes glowing orange. He drops to the grown seconds after, the glow in his eyes going from orange, to pink, to yellow}
Tommy: You're not gonna win! I always win!
{Suddenly a blast blows Tommy off his feet, sending him into a near by bench. He gets to his feet, still clutching at his stomach.}
Tommy: Yeah! That's right. Give me your best shot!
{Tommy jerks sideways, his eyes glowing yellow. Blood trickles over his lips, and onto his chin.}
Mary: *voice over* You always win, huh?
------
TBC
whoo.
Yeah.
-wanders off- ^_^;;