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Flickers in the Dark
INT. ABANDONED CHURCH - NIGHT
Thunder rumbles ominously outside. Flickering candles battle the encroaching darkness, casting jagged shadows along the peeling walls. At the altar, a SYMBOLIC EFFIGY of a car, draped in a tattered shroud, sits, exuding a sinister presence.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Addison Sparks, or whatever your name...
A whisper in the dark, a name of shame.
A FIGURE cloaked in black stands before a shattered stained-glass window, moonlight casting an eerie silhouette. Their voice quivers with a mix of rage and sorrow.
FIGURE
You said the plague wasn't real...
You said history's horrors were lies...
How cold. How heartless. A false prophet.
A faint CHOIR of distorted voices reverberates, as if the very walls are whispering accusations.
VOICES (REVERB)
Fake Christian...
Two-faced...
Psychopath...
The FIGURE steps closer to the effigy, clutching a torch tightly.
FIGURE (CONT'D)
My father saw the truth in your eyes.
It is no wonder he wanted to end you...
Lightning illuminates the scene, revealing SHADOWS creeping along the walls-grotesque caricatures of bigotry and hate, alive and writhing.
VOICES (WHISPER)
Rapist...
White supremacist...
Misogynist...
The FIGURE ignites the effigy. The fire's glow reflects fiercely in their eyes, wild and unyielding.
FIGURE
Let your prejudice burn...
Let the world see your true face...
The flames reveal a GIANT RUBBER SEAL, grotesquely resembling a condom, which melts under the heat, dripping like molten wax.
In the roaring firelight, distorted silhouettes of politicians and abusers twist, sneering and screaming.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Trump and politicians...
Two-faced abusers...
I hope you suffer... mile after mile...
The SCREEN GOES BLACK as an inhuman SCREAM echoes, mingling with the crackle of fire and the relentless roll of thunder.
FADE OUT.