Hi guys! Thanks for reading my fanfic. It's very experimental, so some chapters will be in traditional narrative form, others will be in screenplay form (like this prologue), and others will just be...whatever I feel like making them, I guess. Anyway, enjoy. :)
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM, NIGHTTIME
An interrogation light blasts on to reveal 35-year-old KYLE BROFLOVSKI unconscious and tied to a chair.
Two AGENTS have shined the light onto Kyle. One of them jostles him awake.
KYLE: Huh? W-where am I?
He frantically looks around the dark room.
AGENT 1: Are you Kyle Broflovski?
KYLE: What the fuck is going on here?!
The other agent slaps him.
KYLE: Jesus!
AGENT 2: Cooperate, damn you! We don't have much time.
KYLE: Yes. I am Kyle Broflovski. Now someone tell me what's going on!
AGENT 1: We have some very important questions for you.
Kyle raises an eyebrow.
KYLE: Under what authority?
AGENT 2: We just suggest you save that high-falutin' lawyer talk for the judge. This is a matter of safety.
KYLE: I'm not afraid of you assholes.
AGENT 2 laughs.
AGENT 2: Nor would we expect you to be, Broflovski. You've been out of a fair few worse scrapes than this, haven't you? But we don't mean your safety.
Kyle's expression shifts to one of genuine worry.
KYLE: Whose do you mean?
The first agent rises and a screen on the wall behind them shows a giant picture of Kyle kissing a WOMAN. She's blonde, curvy, and has her arms around Kyle's neck, her foot popping.
Kyle groans and looks down.
AGENT 2: Not to worry, Kyle. Your wife is safe for now -
KYLE: Where is she?
AGENT 1: - and safe she'll stay. Provided you tell us what we want to know.
KYLE: Let me talk to her.
AGENT 2 slams his hands down on the desk.
AGENT 2: You're hardly in a place to make demands, Broflovski! Now - tell us everything you know about her.
KYLE: Everything? She's my goddamn wife! Where am I supposed to start?
AGENT 1: Can you remember the first time you saw her?
Kyle thinks for a minute.
KYLE: Yes. Jitters.