Based on the concept of the Matrix.... some scenes ripped from there too. lol
A computer screen, completely blank except for a cursor, pulsing on the screen. The phone rings.
Man: Yeah?
The date now slashes across the screen, information appearing faster than we can read. "Call trans opt: received. 2-19-98 13:24:18 REC:Log"
Woman: Is everything in place?
"Trace Programme: running"
Woman: Ah said, is everything in place?
The entire screen fills with racing columns of numbers. They rush at the 10 digit phone number in the top corner.
Man: You weren't supposed to relieve me.
Woman: Ah know, but Ah felt like takin ah shift.
The area code is identified, the first three numbers remaining fixed.
Man: You like him, don't you? You like watching him?
More of the digits snap into place.
Woman: Don't be ridiculous sugah.
Man: We're going to kill him. Do you understand that? He's going to die just like the others.
Woman: Cyclops believes he is the One.
Two digits left.
Man: Do you?
Woman: Ah.... it doesn't matter what Ah think.
Man: You don't, do you?
Woman: If you have somethin' ta say, Ah suggest ya say it to Cyke.
Man: I intend to, believe me. Someone has to.
The last number fixes.
Woman: Did ya hear that?
Man: Hear what?
"Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555-0690."
Woman: Are ya sure this line is clean?
Man: Yeah, 'course I'm sure.
Woman: Ah'd bettah go.
The hotel was abandoned after a fire licked its way across the polyester carpeting, destroying several rooms as it spooled soot up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permenant shadow. Four armed Police Officers using flashlights creep down the blackened hall and ready themselves on either side of room 303. The biggest violently kicks open the door. The other cops pour in behind him, guns ready.
Big Cop: Freeze!
The room is devoid of furniture, A fold up table and chair with a phone, modem and a powerbook computer are the only objects. The only light in the room is from the computer. Sitting there, with her hands still on the keyboard is a woman in black leather.
Big Cop: Hands behind your head! Now! Do it!
She slowly puts her hands behind her head.
Outside, a black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the police cruisers and three Agents get out of the car. They are dressed identically. They wear dark suits and sunglasses, even at night. They are also hard- wired, the small Secret service earphones in one ear, the cord coiling back into their shirt collars. They are Agents Mystique, Magneto, and Sinister.
Mystique: Lieutenant?
Lieutenant: Oh shit.
Mystique: Lt. you were given specific orders –
Lt: I'm just doing my job. You gimme that juris-my dick-tion and you can cram it up your ass.
Mystique: The orders were for your protection.
Lt: (laughs) I think we can handle One little Girl.
Mystique nods to Magneto, as they start towards the hotel.
Lt: I sent two units. They're bringing her down now.
Mystique: No, Lieutenant, your men are already dead.
The Big Cop flicks out his cuffs. They've done this a hundred times and they know they have her, until the Big Cop reaches out with his cuffs, and she moves. It almost doesn't register, So smooth and inhumanely fast. The eye blinks and her palm snaps up, and the nose explodes, blood erupting. Her leg kicks with the force of a wrecking ball and he flies back, a two-hundred and fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the cop farthest from her. She moves again, bullets raking the walls, flashlights sweeping with panic as the remaining cops try to stop a leather-clad ghost. A gun still in the cops hand is snatched, twisted, and fired. There is a violent final exchange of gunfire, and when its over, she is the only one left standing.
Magneto enters the hotel while Mystique enters the alley.
She is on the phone pacing, the light from the computer screen highlighting her white bangs. The other end is answered.
Man2: Operator.
Woman: Cyclops! The line was traced! I don't know how.
Cyclops: I know. They cut the hardline. This line is not a viable exit.
Woman: Are there any Agents?
Cyclops: Yes.
Woman: Goddamnit!
Cyclops: You have to focus. There is a phone. Wells and lake. You can make it.
Woman: Alright --
Cyclops: Go.
She drops the phone. She bursts out of the room as Magneto enters the hall, leading another unit of police. She races to the other end, exiting through a broken window, onto the fire escape. In the alley below, She sees Mystique staring up at her. She can only go up. On the roof, She is running as Magneto pursues her, leading the cops. She begins to jump from one roof to the next, her movements so clean, gliding in and out of each jump, contrasted to the wild jumps of the cops. Magneto has the same grace. The roof falls away into a wide back alley. The next building is over 40 feet away, but her face is perfectly calm, staring at some point beyond the other roof.
Cop: That's it. We got her now.
The cops slow, realizing they are about to see something ugly as she dives at the edge, launching herself into the air. From above, the ground seems to flow beneath her as she hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard.
Cop: Jesus Christ, that's impossible!
They stare, slack-jawed, as Mystique duplicates the move exactly, landing, rolling over a shoulder up onto one knee. It is a dizzying chase up and over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees her only chance, 50 feet beyond the point where her path drops away into a paved chasm, there is a yellow glow in a dark building.
She runs and hurtles herself into the empty night space, her body levelling into a dive. She crashes with a explosion of glass and wood, then falls back onto a broken stairwell, bouncing down the stairs bleeding and broken. She turns to the smashed opening above, her guns instantly in her hand, trained, waiting for Magneto. She moves, but everything hurts.
Woman: Get up Rogue. You're fine. Get up – just get up!
She stands and limps down the stairs. Rogue emerges from the shadows of an alley, and in a pool of light at the end of the block there is the phone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the street, quickening her pace as the phone starts to ring. Across the street, a truck suddenly U-turns, tires screaming as it accelerates, aiming for the phone booth. She races the truck, slamming into the booth and answering the phone, watching the on-coming truck. There is a moment of silence before the truck smashes up the sidewalk and through the phone box. After a moment, a black loafer steps down from the cab of the truck. Mystique inspects the wreckage, but there is no body. Rogue is gone. She sets her jaw and grinds her teeth in frustration as Sinister and Magneto come up behind her.
Magneto: She got out.
Mystique: It doesn't matter.
Sinister: The informant is real.
Mystique almost smiles.
Mystique: Yes.
Magneto: We have the name of their next target.
Sinister: The name is Neo.
Mystique: We need a search running.
Magneto: It has already begun.
A/N: Okay, what I'm going to do, is add pieces in from all three films, like the merovingian, and all that.... just not intertwine it till the storyline says so. I will.... roughly.... stick to the script, but add more scenes in.... a lot more ROMY goodness.... Will I kill Rogue? Only time will tell.... I know who I'm having for which charries..... care to hazard a guess?
A computer screen, completely blank except for a cursor, pulsing on the screen. The phone rings.
Man: Yeah?
The date now slashes across the screen, information appearing faster than we can read. "Call trans opt: received. 2-19-98 13:24:18 REC:Log"
Woman: Is everything in place?
"Trace Programme: running"
Woman: Ah said, is everything in place?
The entire screen fills with racing columns of numbers. They rush at the 10 digit phone number in the top corner.
Man: You weren't supposed to relieve me.
Woman: Ah know, but Ah felt like takin ah shift.
The area code is identified, the first three numbers remaining fixed.
Man: You like him, don't you? You like watching him?
More of the digits snap into place.
Woman: Don't be ridiculous sugah.
Man: We're going to kill him. Do you understand that? He's going to die just like the others.
Woman: Cyclops believes he is the One.
Two digits left.
Man: Do you?
Woman: Ah.... it doesn't matter what Ah think.
Man: You don't, do you?
Woman: If you have somethin' ta say, Ah suggest ya say it to Cyke.
Man: I intend to, believe me. Someone has to.
The last number fixes.
Woman: Did ya hear that?
Man: Hear what?
"Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555-0690."
Woman: Are ya sure this line is clean?
Man: Yeah, 'course I'm sure.
Woman: Ah'd bettah go.
The hotel was abandoned after a fire licked its way across the polyester carpeting, destroying several rooms as it spooled soot up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permenant shadow. Four armed Police Officers using flashlights creep down the blackened hall and ready themselves on either side of room 303. The biggest violently kicks open the door. The other cops pour in behind him, guns ready.
Big Cop: Freeze!
The room is devoid of furniture, A fold up table and chair with a phone, modem and a powerbook computer are the only objects. The only light in the room is from the computer. Sitting there, with her hands still on the keyboard is a woman in black leather.
Big Cop: Hands behind your head! Now! Do it!
She slowly puts her hands behind her head.
Outside, a black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the police cruisers and three Agents get out of the car. They are dressed identically. They wear dark suits and sunglasses, even at night. They are also hard- wired, the small Secret service earphones in one ear, the cord coiling back into their shirt collars. They are Agents Mystique, Magneto, and Sinister.
Mystique: Lieutenant?
Lieutenant: Oh shit.
Mystique: Lt. you were given specific orders –
Lt: I'm just doing my job. You gimme that juris-my dick-tion and you can cram it up your ass.
Mystique: The orders were for your protection.
Lt: (laughs) I think we can handle One little Girl.
Mystique nods to Magneto, as they start towards the hotel.
Lt: I sent two units. They're bringing her down now.
Mystique: No, Lieutenant, your men are already dead.
The Big Cop flicks out his cuffs. They've done this a hundred times and they know they have her, until the Big Cop reaches out with his cuffs, and she moves. It almost doesn't register, So smooth and inhumanely fast. The eye blinks and her palm snaps up, and the nose explodes, blood erupting. Her leg kicks with the force of a wrecking ball and he flies back, a two-hundred and fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the cop farthest from her. She moves again, bullets raking the walls, flashlights sweeping with panic as the remaining cops try to stop a leather-clad ghost. A gun still in the cops hand is snatched, twisted, and fired. There is a violent final exchange of gunfire, and when its over, she is the only one left standing.
Magneto enters the hotel while Mystique enters the alley.
She is on the phone pacing, the light from the computer screen highlighting her white bangs. The other end is answered.
Man2: Operator.
Woman: Cyclops! The line was traced! I don't know how.
Cyclops: I know. They cut the hardline. This line is not a viable exit.
Woman: Are there any Agents?
Cyclops: Yes.
Woman: Goddamnit!
Cyclops: You have to focus. There is a phone. Wells and lake. You can make it.
Woman: Alright --
Cyclops: Go.
She drops the phone. She bursts out of the room as Magneto enters the hall, leading another unit of police. She races to the other end, exiting through a broken window, onto the fire escape. In the alley below, She sees Mystique staring up at her. She can only go up. On the roof, She is running as Magneto pursues her, leading the cops. She begins to jump from one roof to the next, her movements so clean, gliding in and out of each jump, contrasted to the wild jumps of the cops. Magneto has the same grace. The roof falls away into a wide back alley. The next building is over 40 feet away, but her face is perfectly calm, staring at some point beyond the other roof.
Cop: That's it. We got her now.
The cops slow, realizing they are about to see something ugly as she dives at the edge, launching herself into the air. From above, the ground seems to flow beneath her as she hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard.
Cop: Jesus Christ, that's impossible!
They stare, slack-jawed, as Mystique duplicates the move exactly, landing, rolling over a shoulder up onto one knee. It is a dizzying chase up and over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees her only chance, 50 feet beyond the point where her path drops away into a paved chasm, there is a yellow glow in a dark building.
She runs and hurtles herself into the empty night space, her body levelling into a dive. She crashes with a explosion of glass and wood, then falls back onto a broken stairwell, bouncing down the stairs bleeding and broken. She turns to the smashed opening above, her guns instantly in her hand, trained, waiting for Magneto. She moves, but everything hurts.
Woman: Get up Rogue. You're fine. Get up – just get up!
She stands and limps down the stairs. Rogue emerges from the shadows of an alley, and in a pool of light at the end of the block there is the phone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the street, quickening her pace as the phone starts to ring. Across the street, a truck suddenly U-turns, tires screaming as it accelerates, aiming for the phone booth. She races the truck, slamming into the booth and answering the phone, watching the on-coming truck. There is a moment of silence before the truck smashes up the sidewalk and through the phone box. After a moment, a black loafer steps down from the cab of the truck. Mystique inspects the wreckage, but there is no body. Rogue is gone. She sets her jaw and grinds her teeth in frustration as Sinister and Magneto come up behind her.
Magneto: She got out.
Mystique: It doesn't matter.
Sinister: The informant is real.
Mystique almost smiles.
Mystique: Yes.
Magneto: We have the name of their next target.
Sinister: The name is Neo.
Mystique: We need a search running.
Magneto: It has already begun.
A/N: Okay, what I'm going to do, is add pieces in from all three films, like the merovingian, and all that.... just not intertwine it till the storyline says so. I will.... roughly.... stick to the script, but add more scenes in.... a lot more ROMY goodness.... Will I kill Rogue? Only time will tell.... I know who I'm having for which charries..... care to hazard a guess?