Post by Donovan Basch on Oct 27, 2017 2:34:31 GMT -5
Scene opens in the home theater of the residence shared by WCG personalities Danni LeBlanc and Donovan Basch. Relaxing in one of the luxurious seats, we see Donovan using his smartphone to interact with his home's Cerberus system to navigate through the menu on the movie that's queued up, in this case, the 1976 horror classic, “The Omen”. A few seconds later, his fiancee enters the room carrying a humongous tray of chicken wings and sauce. She sets it down on a tray set up in front of the seats.
Donovan: Right on time. I was just waiting for you so I could start the movie..
Danni: Don't start it up just yet. I still need to grab our drinks.
Donovan: Danielle, I offered to help you bring all of this in here…
Danni leans down, smiling and touching a finger to his lips.
Danni: Hush, you. You pamper me all the time, so now it's my turn…
Donovan: Can't fault your logic, Nixy. Hurry back…
Danni kisses him on the forehead before moving out of frame. Once she's gone, Donovan turns to the camera.
Donovan: Lucifer….
The Morningstar, the Light-bringer...
He stares upward at the ceiling, a smug grin plastered on his face.
Donovan: He who sat at the right hand of the Almighty himself….
Donovan shakes his head and chuckles softly.
Donovan: My, your fall from grace is a lot worse than I could have imagined.
His chuckle turns into a laugh for a few seconds, then fades as his face takes on its trademark sneer once more.
Donovan: As a child, I was fearless. On the rare occasion that my father needed to be away from home on business, the nanny would “break the rules” and let me stay up and watch horror movies. Not once did I find anything frightening in them. Oh, there may have been some cringe worthy scenes where the onscreen violence got rather graphic, but never enough to cause me nightmares.
Donovan shakes his head.
Donovan: Why would I bring this up? Simply put, those horror movies I watched as a child were infinitely more frightening than you could ever hope to be.
From the very beginning, you and your followers were partaking in some nebulous “crusade” to cleanse West Coast Genesis, and like most zealots, you failed miserably. That failure was further compounded by the fact that your numbers were rather unceremoniously reduced by a managerial decree.
He scoffs.
Donovan: Now you are but a single man, bellowing his fallacies at those who want no part of them. At Unscripted, I have you all to myself, Lucifer. Nobody to save you if things get too much out of hand. No numerical advantage, just you and me.
What's more frightening, a fallen prophet with no congregation, or a monster of a man with determination and momentum on his side? If you can't answer that question, I'll be happy to answer it for you at Unscripted...
Danni returns with two bottles of Trooper Ale. Donovan smiles even wider at the sight.
Donovan: Good to see that you didn't bring any more of that horrendous Bud Ice into the house.
She sets the beers in the cupholders built into the armrests of the seats while Donovan holds the tray of food. Once Danni is done, she sits down beside him.
Danni: As if… No, a scary movie marathon deserves something a lot better. I took those other cans to your dad’s gun range. Figured if I’m not going to drink them, we might as well use them for target practice.
He smirks at his bride-to-be
Donovan: Think these'll be enough?
Danni: Of course not. I’ve got four more bottles and a 12-pack of Mountain Dew Black Label chilling in the fridge for later.
Donovan: That's my Nixy…. Always thinking ahead. Shall we?
Danni: Of course…
Danni opens the two bottles of beer and hands one to Donovan. They toast each other, then lean back as the scene slowly fades out.
