The Games We Play
Jun 18, 2020 16:00:57 GMT
Post by Frodo on Jun 18, 2020 16:00:57 GMT
RIVIERE CHANSON VALLEE
In the heart of France, lies a quaint little town called Riviere Chanson Vallee.
It’s a dark, gloomy evening in Riviere Chanson Vallee. A fierce wind blows through the streets, chilling everyone to the bone. Cold drizzle hangs in the air, threatening to deteriorate into torrents of rain. People huddle deep into their coats as they hurry home.
Suddenly… a scream pierces the air.
Startled passers-by stop, and look up in the direction of the scream.
A young woman runs out from the nearby alley.
YOUNG WOMAN: HELP ME! PLEASE… HELP ME!
She collapses to her knees, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.
The passers-by rush over to her, full of concern. Her dress is ripped and bloody. Deep cuts are visible on her arms and face. Her eyes are wide with fear.
MAN 1: Ma’am, what happened?
WOMAN 1: Are you okay, Miss?
MAN 2: Tell us what happened.
She points a shaky finger back towards the alley.
YOUNG WOMAN: He… he is in there.
WOMAN 2: ‘He’? *pause* Someone attacked you?
The young woman nods slowly, still sobbing.
MAN 3: He WHAT? What kind of sick pervert does that!
He looks towards the alley, then takes a step towards it.
YOUNG WOMAN: PLEASE… he is still in there! Be careful!
MAN 3: I’m not gonna stand by and do nothing.
MAN 4: I’ll come with you! Two of us have a better chance of catching him, than just one.
Man 3 and Man 4 head into the alley, hoping to catch whoever attacked this woman. An elderly gentleman kindly takes off his jacket, and drapes it around her shoulders. He gently helps her to her feet, guiding her to a nearby bench, so she can sit down. Meanwhile, another woman calls 999 on her mobile phone. Everyone rallies round to help this poor stranger.
Man 3 and Man 4 re-appear from the alley, shaking their heads.
MAN 3: I’m sorry… we couldn’t find him. There’s no sign of anyone in there.
YOUNG WOMAN: HE WAS IN THERE! HE WAS!
MAN 4: He must have got away, somehow. I’m so sorry.
The young woman’s sobs become more frantic. The crowd hover round, not quite sure what to do.
Minutes later, sirens are heard, as the police and ambulance race towards the scene. The ambulance crew treat her wounds as best they can, while the police question the crowd, trying to work out what happened. Unfortunately, the crowd didn’t see anything of the attack - they just saw the young woman fleeing from the alley.
AMBULANCE WOMAN: *to the young woman* Hello there. Let’s get you into the ambulance, and out of this cold weather.
YOUNG WOMAN: Thank you.
The ambulance woman returns the jacket to the elderly gentleman, thanks him, then helps the young woman into the ambulance. She begins to clean the woman’s wounds.
AMBULANCE WOMAN: *softly* I’m Fleur. Can you tell me your name?
YOUNG WOMAN: *sobs* My name… is Dektora.
FLEUR: Dektora what?
YOUNG WOMAN: Irving. Dektora Irving.
FLEUR: I’m so sorry this happened to you, Dektora.
DEKTORA: What will happen to me? He is still out there. The man that attacked me is still out there.
FLEUR: The police will question you when we get to the hospital… and we’ll take it from there.
The ambulance sets off towards the hospital. It’s only a 10-minute drive with the sirens blaring, but to Dektora, it seems like an eternity.
In the heart of France, lies a quaint little town called Riviere Chanson Vallee.
It’s a dark, gloomy evening in Riviere Chanson Vallee. A fierce wind blows through the streets, chilling everyone to the bone. Cold drizzle hangs in the air, threatening to deteriorate into torrents of rain. People huddle deep into their coats as they hurry home.
Suddenly… a scream pierces the air.
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Startled passers-by stop, and look up in the direction of the scream.
A young woman runs out from the nearby alley.
YOUNG WOMAN: HELP ME! PLEASE… HELP ME!
She collapses to her knees, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.
The passers-by rush over to her, full of concern. Her dress is ripped and bloody. Deep cuts are visible on her arms and face. Her eyes are wide with fear.
MAN 1: Ma’am, what happened?
WOMAN 1: Are you okay, Miss?
MAN 2: Tell us what happened.
She points a shaky finger back towards the alley.
YOUNG WOMAN: He… he is in there.
WOMAN 2: ‘He’? *pause* Someone attacked you?
The young woman nods slowly, still sobbing.
MAN 3: He WHAT? What kind of sick pervert does that!
He looks towards the alley, then takes a step towards it.
YOUNG WOMAN: PLEASE… he is still in there! Be careful!
MAN 3: I’m not gonna stand by and do nothing.
MAN 4: I’ll come with you! Two of us have a better chance of catching him, than just one.
Man 3 and Man 4 head into the alley, hoping to catch whoever attacked this woman. An elderly gentleman kindly takes off his jacket, and drapes it around her shoulders. He gently helps her to her feet, guiding her to a nearby bench, so she can sit down. Meanwhile, another woman calls 999 on her mobile phone. Everyone rallies round to help this poor stranger.
Man 3 and Man 4 re-appear from the alley, shaking their heads.
MAN 3: I’m sorry… we couldn’t find him. There’s no sign of anyone in there.
YOUNG WOMAN: HE WAS IN THERE! HE WAS!
MAN 4: He must have got away, somehow. I’m so sorry.
The young woman’s sobs become more frantic. The crowd hover round, not quite sure what to do.
Minutes later, sirens are heard, as the police and ambulance race towards the scene. The ambulance crew treat her wounds as best they can, while the police question the crowd, trying to work out what happened. Unfortunately, the crowd didn’t see anything of the attack - they just saw the young woman fleeing from the alley.
AMBULANCE WOMAN: *to the young woman* Hello there. Let’s get you into the ambulance, and out of this cold weather.
YOUNG WOMAN: Thank you.
The ambulance woman returns the jacket to the elderly gentleman, thanks him, then helps the young woman into the ambulance. She begins to clean the woman’s wounds.
AMBULANCE WOMAN: *softly* I’m Fleur. Can you tell me your name?
YOUNG WOMAN: *sobs* My name… is Dektora.
FLEUR: Dektora what?
YOUNG WOMAN: Irving. Dektora Irving.
FLEUR: I’m so sorry this happened to you, Dektora.
DEKTORA: What will happen to me? He is still out there. The man that attacked me is still out there.
FLEUR: The police will question you when we get to the hospital… and we’ll take it from there.
The ambulance sets off towards the hospital. It’s only a 10-minute drive with the sirens blaring, but to Dektora, it seems like an eternity.