sustracted Vision (the Movie)

SUSTRACTED VISION

DAY- EXT. HIGHWAY

Three teenagers driving in an old car laughing and singing. An Offspring song (Bad habit) is playing on the radio. The three teenagers are following the beat of the song with their hands and feet.

TITLE TREVOR

Freeze frame on Trevor’s laughing; he is driving (blonde, blue eyes, handsome, skinny).

TITLE CARLOS

Freeze frame on Carlos laughing, he is the co-pilot. (dark hair, dark eyes, braces, attractive)

TITLE BOB

Freeze frame on Bob’s face, his eyes are closed on the back seat (brown hair, glasses, freckles, nerd type).

DAY- EXT. FANCY NEIGHBOURHOOD

Carlos
Where is the party?
Trevor
Chill out. It must be around here

Close up to a condom on the compartment saying “blind date”.

Bob
There! There it is (Pointing at the crowd)
Trevor
Wow! Check out those chicks!
Bob
I don’t know…It’s seems too fancy. Maybe we should forget about this
Carlos
Whatever, with that attitude you will be a virgin all your life.
Trevor
(Shouting to a girl) Hey Baby!

They park near the house; they are driving an old Chevy. The house is big; we can see a large, nice garden through the black fence.
Trevor grabs the condom.
The three kids show their invitation at the door. They entered with amazed faces; they cannot believe their eyes. It seems is the first time they see all this opulence.
In the middle of the garden there is a pool. A sophisticated stereo spits cheesy music like the Backstreet Boys and Britaney Spears.
The entire crowd is beautiful, young and wealthy. Our heroes are a normal middle class type trying to fit in a different status.

EXT. GARDEN. DAY

Bob
So who invited you to this party anyway?
Trevor
Remember Tony, my oldest sister’s ex-boyfriend, the one with a monkey face?
Well let’s say that he owed me a favor, so you know he is a DJ right?
So he knows this guy who is the boyfriend of the girl who knows the guy
who owns the house. You have to be connected guys.
Carlos
Oh for fuck’s sake
Trevor
Hey! Let’s go to the bar. Free drinks my friends.
Bob
I don’t know. I took some vitamins in the morning.
Trevor
Come on don’t be a wimp. Carlos?
Carlos
Yeah sure, why not, let’s get drunk.
Trevor
You’ll see I bet they have all kinds of drinks.

They head towards the bartender who is a girl is her mid twenties wearing a provocative outfit; she is gorgeous, blonde with a nice body. She doesn’t bother to ask for ID.

Trevor
(as they walk) Booze, girls, music, this is paradise
Bob
Remember that you have to drive Trevor
Trevor
Oh just shut up and drink, this is once in a lifetime.
(to the bartender) Hi sweetheart, three beers and three shots of your finest tequila for starters please
Carlos
Cheers
Trevor
Cheers
Bob
Cheers

They drink making exclamations and cheering everytime a nice looking girl walks by.

Stranger
Hey boys. Having fun?

The stranger is about 28 years old, fancy suit, he looks kinda drunk but with a lot of mileage on him.

Trevor
Yeah. Good party.
Stranger
This parties suck man. I’ll tell you. Lots of drugs around.
See that couple (pointing at a couple that is snorting cocaine on a table)
Cocaine. See that group. They are on acid. They don’t know how to use drugs.
Have you ever done drugs boys?

Carlos denies with his head.

Bob
No (looks uncomfortable)
Stranger
Drugs are meant to expand your conscience, your horizon, your mind.
Not just to get you stupid like these yuppies. You know what you should do?
Get yourselves some nice, decent girls and get the hell out of here
Carlos
Have you ever done drugs mister…
Stranger
Jones, Mr. Jones. Call me Jay. Yes I have done some, but only as an experiment.
For example, once I had this beautiful girl you know, big tits, nice ass, we were on hallucinogens.
What a trip! You know, touching her softly, undressing her, penetrating her with your
sensations awaken paradise on Earth boys. Paradise on Earth.
Carlos
What happened to her?
Stranger
She left me for some coke addict. A banker. But that is not important, now the
Important issue here is to know how to enjoy yourselves while you are still young.
Trevor
Look at that guy’s girl, man. She is gorgeous.
Stranger
His father is a policeman. Narcotics division. He is just being a rebel: Drugs and bimbos.
Anyway boys, have fun
Carlos
And what exactly are you doing here if you don’t like the crowd?
Stranger
(as he walks away) I provide the drugs to these people
Bob
What a strange, weird and mysterious guy
Carlos
Aren’t those synonyms?
Trevor
Let’s get another drink. Vodka Gentlemen?
Carlos
Yeah. What the fuck
CUT TO:

DAY. INT. HOUSE

Carlos and Bob are waiting for the washroom. Carlos really needs to go. There is a great body girl ahead of them.
Carlos
I am going to look for another John
Bob
Ok man.
Finally the girl goes into the washroom, she is so high that leaves the door ajar, so now from Bob’s POV we see the girl putting her jeans down slowly showing her naked from the waist down. Bob blushes and slowly starts to masturbate rubbing himself. The camera jumps from Bob’s face of pleasure, to his hands rubbing his penis and now to Bob’s POV watching the girl peeing. She finishes, puts her pants back on and stares at herself in the mirror, and goes out of the washroom, she sees Bob and smiles at him, he comes closing his eyes. A couple is waiting, looking at Bob with a disgusted face.

DAY. INT. BATHROOM

Bob is cleaning himself up. He seems ashamed of himself.

CUT TO:

DAY INT. ANOTHER PART OF THE HOUSE

Carlos found another bathroom, we see him coming out of the washroom. He is looking around with curiosity, amazed by the house, when suddenly he sees a door ajar and hears some noises, he peeps and we see his POV a couple making love, the girl is on top with her breast showing, she is wearing a mini skirt and is on top of the guy, we just see his back. He stares like if he was watching an ethereal landscape.

DAY. EXT. GARDEN

POV of the three guys looking at the crowd.
MOVING SHOT Guys dancing, laughing, psychedelic shots of grotesque beautiful people.
Our heroes look astonished at this parade as they circle around drunk.
Suddenly Bob snaps out of his trip when a 16-year-old blonde girl asks him something. Her two friends whisper between them pointing at the boys. Skirts above their knees, perfect and slim bodies, blue and innocent eyes, breasts like drops of water.

Bob
What?
Girl 1
Do you know what time is it?
Trevor
Yeah it’s 9:15
Girl 1
Did I ask you?
Trevor
Well…No
Girl 1
What’s your name?
Bob
Bob
Girl 1
Would you mind joining me for a drink?
Bob
Mmm sure (They head for the bar)
Carlos
(Hitting Trevor) What the fuck was that?
Trevor
Je ne c’est pas
Girl 2
(approaching) She is a weird girl
Girl 3
She is my sister
Trevor
Really?
Girl 2
Yeah, my name is Kelly
Trevor
Trevor, this is my friend Carlos
Girl 3
Cynthia
Carlos
Please to meet you girls. A drink?

Bob comes back blushing with a drink and the third girl.

Bob
She is Jennifer
Jennifer
Hi boys
Kelly
Carlos, Where are those drinks?
Trevor
Coming
(Grabs Carlos to get the drinks and tells him excited)
These girls are gorgeous! We have to get them out of
here, there is a lot of competition.

Trevor shows Carlos a condom. CU at the condom that says blind date.

Carlos
Yeah. I need a drink
Cynthia
These parties are weird
Jennifer
(talking incessantly to Bob)
…And my friend was like… Can you believe this guy…?
He doesn’t like hip-hop and I’m like… really? Dump him
I told her and she was like …Yeah and he wants to have sex
And I am like ugh with a guy that doesn’t like hip-hop?
She is like…exactly and I told him I don’t think so
Do you like Hip hop Bob?
Bob
(looking at her hypnotized) mmm…Yeah…I love it
Kelly
So what do you do for fun?
Carlos
What do you mean?
Cynthia
Drugs? Movies? Games? Sports?
Trevor
A little bit of everything
Cynthia
Oh I see, tough guys eh? (laughing)
Trevor
A smoke?
Cynthia
Sure
Kelly
Let’s finish our drinks and get out of here
Jennifer, lets go.
Jennifer
(being interrupted) and I was like are you kidding me?
(turning to Kelly) what?
Kelly
Lets go
Jennifer
Ok, do you guys have a car?
Trevor
Waiting for you outside
Bob
(Whispering to Trevor) You shouldn’t drive, you are drunk
Trevor
(low voice) Get off my back moron.
Carlos
Lets hit the road
Jennifer
Yes ok, let me grab some beers, Kelly help me
Kelly
Ok bitch
Trevor
Yeah I’ll get some too

The stranger is looking casually with a light smile.

DAY- INT. TREVOR’S CAR

Trevor drives smoking a cigarette with a satisfied face and a smile. Cynthia lights up a joint passing it around the girls, the boys decline doubtfully. Everybody laughs listening to a Green Day song: Basket Case.

Trevor
Did I tell you the joke that my brother and his friends played on this guy?
Bob
Three times man.
Trevor
It was his bachelor party right? So they got pissed drunk, so he passed
Out on the couch, so these guys put some of the white of the egg on his ass
Even on the pants. So the next morning the guy asked what was that gross
Thing on his ass, and they told him that he was very drunk and asked them
To fuck him. That he didn’t want to get married a virgin guy.
So they told him that one of them was so drunk that he fucked him.
Jennifer
He believed that?
Trevor
Oh yeah. He was very depressed for days until they told him the truth
He never spoke to them again.
Jennifer
Shit happens.

DUSK EXT. BEAUTIFUL LANSCAPE ON THE BEACH

They stop on the beach. There is a gorgeous sunset. The girls take their couples for a walk.

DUSK EXT. BEACH

Jennifer kiss a frighten, shaky Bob. Is his first kiss, she seems experienced. Bob tries to mumble something, but Jennifer keeps French kissing him.

DUSK EXT. DIFFERENT PART OF THE BEACH

Trevor and Kelly are kissing passionately. He caresses her behind with an ecstasy in his face. She stops his hands gently. He wants to eat her.

DUSK EXT. DIFFERENT PART OF THE BEACH

Carlos and Cynthia climb a little cliff, she laughs and he sits on a rock.

Cynthia
So big guy, do you think I am pretty?
Carlos
Definitely
They kiss passionately with the sunset on their backs.

DUSK BEACH

The girls are running around in the sand having a ball. The boys follow close laughing loud.

Kelly
Lets go party at a motel room

The boys can’t hide their excitement and fear. They start walking towards the car.

Carlos
Trevor, I have a confession to make
Trevor
Not now
Carlos
I am a virgin
Trevor
So?
Me too.
Bob
Shit

NIGHT EXT. HIGHWAY

The car follows the highway. Fat Boy Slim praise you is playing.

NIGHT INT. TREVOR’S CAR

The girls are dancing excited, the boys look nervous but extremely happy. Jennifer pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Jennifer
Look what I got!
Trevor
Where the fuck…?
Bob
OH my god! I am going to be in trouble, I’m supposed to be at home by 11.
Carlos
Shut up
Trevor
Yahoo!

Everybody looks drunk screaming following the music.

NIGHT INT. RECEPTION MOTEL

Cynthia is paying the room with her credit card. Action is fast as in a documentary. We follow them outside with the keys in Cynthia’s hand. The guys can’t believe this is happening. We keep following Cynthia who opens the room’s door. Everybody keeps drinking and hugging. They dance and spin around the room.

Jennifer
This is great. Bob I love you (hanging him the bottle, hugging him laughing)
Trevor
Don’t drink it all pal.

The action continues as in a documentary. They are dancing passing the bottle around. The boys are touching the girls innocently but lustfully. Suddenly Jennifer takes out a bottle of pills.

Jennifer
Here big boy. Take one (to Bob)
Carlos
What’s that?
Kelly
It will make you feel better
Cynthia
Is a love drug, increases your sexual power.
Trevor
I’ll take one, but you are going to have to take two baby (To Kelly)
Kelly
Don’t worry sweetheart, I will. But boys first

The three guys take the pill and almost immediately start feeling dizzy. Everything seems slow and cold. POV of Bob: We see everything double and blurry. We hear the laughter echoing like if we were inside of their heads.

Carlos
Holy Shit! (with echo effect)
Bob
What is this? (echo effect)
Trevor
I am not feeling too well (echo effect)

Trevor tries to get the condom out of his pocket. We follow the condom falling to the floor. The guys stumble to the beds. Bob crumbles to the floor with the chair.
FADE OUT

DAY INT. HOTEL ROOM

We hear traffic outside. Everything is dark black. We hear Trevor waking up breathing heavily.

Trevor
Carlos? (slurring speech) Carlos? (screaming) Carlos

FADE IN

Carlos and Trevor are lying on the bed with bandages in their faces. They start removing them desperately but in a clumsy way.

Carlos (screaming desperate)
What is happening?
Trevor (crying)
Oh my God I can’t see!
What have they done to me?
Carlos (screaming in pain)
My eyes! My eyes! They are gone

A little drop of blood falls from Carlos face who is sobbing agitated. CU to the condom in the floor, we slowly move to see Bob lying on the floor with his eyes open but lifeless. He OD. The screaming is louder and keeps going on and on.
FADE OUT
OSWALDO PEREZ CABRERA

The coming

The coming
Exploration of Fear


She was sitting on the rusty chair in the middle of the kitchen waiting for the fatidic ending. The night had a cold death color; cold like the coffee that was reflecting her pale face. Her body was shaking and the anguish was trying to escape through each one of her pores. She could hear a distant thunder. It was like a presage of the tragedy ready to happen. The chilly rain was approaching like the prophecy, inevitable.
The father was watching her from a corner of the kitchen, motionless on his old wheelchair. He seemed worried knowing that the calamity was imminent. He could hear the sound of her heart pounding like an untamable drum, he saw her lost look crowned by her disarranged hair pose on his face, and the look was pleading for help in silence. A thousand words could have been guessed if that frown of desperation wasn’t silent. The father too was a victim of the anguished times that were ruling the house since Elliot left. The father had an emaciated face, full of highways built by the merciless time. The same time that now was running out making eternity a little bit shorter.

He woke up early in the misty morning knowing this would be the day to venture upon his mission between the gust of spring and the lashes of the cold.

Elliot left the city at dusk one day previous to the fatidic ending. He saw all the lights spread across the dark horizon. The endless parade of lights started to fade away when he remembered his guilty fate. Then the tears washed away the lights as he felt the cold window in his forehead. The sadness was crushing him but the anger was the savior, the only thing that kept him alive. The feeling of revenge or at least of making sure that the uncertainty of the nightmare was over was his daily nourishment. The darkness of the road gave him an unconscious shelter; he felt that he could hide in the blackness of the mountain that he was crossing; a black forest that climbed the mountain eating the soil and sheltering all kinds of nocturnal animals. He wanted to get lost with them in order to avoid the hideous destiny that awaited him.

Her mother was praying in the bathroom, doors locked and trembling without control. A picture on the pallid blue wall, a picture of a devilish creature surrounded by dark shadows made with dark colours reminded her of the prophecy and made her heart shudder, as if some one had put up the tiny picture to torture the minds of the inhabitants of the beaten house built in the middle of the lugubrious mountains of an unknown region. She prayed with a wooden Jesus chained to her hands, her tears were wetting the tiles, sliding through the cracks of the aligned floor. The mixture of cries and prayers escaped through the small broken window to reach the dark forest of the remote territory; as a hint for the follower. They were like caged animals waiting for a precise hunter.

On the mountainous serpentine road the bus struggled to reach the top parts of the peaks. Elliot was submerged in his thoughts. Why can’t a man live happily ever after with the love of his life? Why does there always have to be something dreadful in the way of his happiness? Why him? Why did he have to pay that price? His eyes were injected with a strange combination of rage and delusion, anger and disappointment. The owls were having their feast with small rodents; the crows were giving a concert with distorted croaks; the skunks were perfuming the atmosphere with their warnings; and the hollow trees making the wind whistle. Everything was in perfect harmony with the humid weather that breaks and enters into your bones. He had a bad feeling and a shiver when he thought of the depths of the dark forest. The moon full at its maximum capacity was peeping through the dense clouds barely lighting anything. He knew he had the worst task of all the human beings.

The cold wet leaves under his naked feet, he felt like he was in a dream approaching rapidly to his goal, feeling the branches caressing his face as he ran through the perilous paths of the enchanted hills.

She knew it was useless to escape, it would only prolong her agony, an agony that wasn’t painful physically but it was mentally draining. The smell of her father’s tobacco made her vomit near the stove, crying while leaning on a drossy piece of furniture. She was close to having a nervous breakdown but stood still like an Indian warrior looking at her wrinkled father with a stare - like asking for forgiveness and asking for strength. A wolf howled in the haunted woods warning their fellow pack members that something gruesome was about to happen. The feeling in the air made all the inhabitants of the region distrustful of every square meter of their surroundings. Everybody in the house startled and the cold sweat provided an unnecessary punishment for them. The cold coffee was disturbed by a lonely tear that provoked a brown wave that distorted the reflection of a frightened face.

He finally arrived to the smallest bus station that consisted in a dumpy coffee shop of 2 tables and an old ticket dispenser. He had dreamed that he was rushing through the woods falling into the traps of the evil muddy puddles. He woke up just in time and was the only passenger to disembark on that remote location; he knew he still had to walk a fair amount of distance before he could reach the house. He also knew it was going to be a boisterous and painful trek where his worst enemy would be the remorse rather the dreadful climate conditions and the uneasy inhabitants of the area. Even the moon was still hidden behind the theatrical scenery provided by the stormy clouds. He felt the steel in his pocket to reassure himself that everything was going to be alright even though he knew he was marked for eternity for his crime. A thunder on his back made him go further beyond his capacity with the adrenaline as a copilot. He left Fear at the lonely station.

He saw the rustic house barely light by some candles. He could see his breath rising up in the air in the form of a cloud of agitation as he felt a familiar rush in his exalted body.

The mother saw death in the form of a shadow; she panicked in a fetal position in the corner of the bath. Then it was calm. Then the broken window was destroyed and her crying got louder. In the kitchen the faces sobbed with an indescribable frown, unable to see each other anymore. It was death row between pans and perishable food. The mother was terrified when she had the courage to open her eyes and see the man that was about to exterminate her. She received a couple of blows before she was strangled. She was losing consciousness when she felt something penetrating her stomach and the deep pain told her that she was close to be relief of her suffering. The wooden Jesus was hanging, crying for a lost soul. The door slammed wide open, punishing the wall. The father just looked to his insensitive legs waiting for the final blow; he muttered a very brief prayer and death fell upon him in the form of a blade that silted his throat. The woman screamed Elliot with all her lungs and collapsed on the kitchen floor as a huge shadow cast upon her the deadly spell.

He enjoyed the smell of blood and the fresh taste of human meat. He drank some of the vital liquid like honoring his victims like any respectful hunter.

When he arrived to the house only a tenuous light from a dying candle lit the interior. He came with his weapon ready for the fight. But it was too late. The horrid spectacle that his eyes saw is beyond any description. His mind was pierced forever, tattooed with a macabre memory. He saw some creatures picking on his lover’s open body. With blood in their mouths and pieces of intestines hanging out they fled the scene when Elliot screamed. He knew it was going to happen. He thought he could fool pure evil. He had exchanged the knowledge of black magic for something precious. He thought it could be his miserable soul. So he learned the craft of witches and became powerful. But he never contemplated falling in love with a gypsy. He never contemplated that she was going to become his most precious possession that day that they made love under the stars. He tried to hide away when he realized the danger she was in and asked her for forgiveness, and then he tried to fool the devil. He explained everything to her and love forgave but not the devil that appeared one day in a cauldron of flames merciless and impossible to cheat. Elliot rushed to try to stop the massacre and the damnation of his lover’s soul only to find her open body and two corpses of her beloved parents that were not more than a couple of dismembered peasants.

The beast with his deformed face and humongous body wandered in the black forest waiting for the next victim from his master, still tasting the iron of the blood in his mouth. Waiting for the next human that hungry for the black knowledge is capable of dealing with Beelzebub who punishes taking forever the love out of their lives and then they have to roam knowing that they have condemned the soul of the love one to the most rotten creature and his acolytes.


OSWALDO PEREZ CABRERA

The NuN

The NuN

Oswaldo Perez Cabrera

The chapter began with the idea of Moctezuma and Bora of helping the human beings of Chiapas by bringing their best intentions.
After a winding and uncomfortable trip they arrived at last on the edge of civilization. There, where the government say it is impossible to reach or that they never heard of a community living in such a place. However, the little town is flooded with Coca Cola products and bizarre ways of manipulation that make unnecessary the participation of the three Mexican powers: executive, legislative and judicial. The TV.
There, they live in misery but happy dreaming and escaping with cheesy characters from soap operas or the soccer idol of the moment. There, where anytime a Marcos comes and with a speech he has a disposable army. There, where it exists even a greater danger, a hazard product of a mischievously way of manipulation of hundreds of years old: Religion.
The town was very small, poorly asphalted and hot as hell. The mission of the students was to help. Organizing the aid, teaching how to read and write, educating in sexual and legal matters, etc. This would be a very long story if I describe all the activities that can be done in a rural, poor community, YOU HAVE TO BE THERE.
Bora and Moctezuma began to work joining forces with other students of the National University between mud, misfortune, sickness transmitted by mosquitoes (repulsive animal created by God, Arthropod vampire, dipteran air force, aerodynamic culcid and many times mortal jaundice) hunger, stink, etc. All the calamities common in these societies that we ignore or pretend they don't exist. All the altruist labors done are irrelevant to this story whose goal is to disprove once again and a little more those church ministers who make money taking advantage of the people's grief, no matter what religion or cult we are talking about.
By those streets lived a strong nun from several years ago that the population trusted. She made all the typical activities of her profession and kept a close relation with the municipal president. Some even thought she was miraculous and gave her money constantly; the truth was she had city vices.
That fatidic afternoon the rain appeared commonplace that announces tragedy. Bora and Moctezuma were digesting their dinner. "The engineer" a regular student, shameful victim and whose name nobody knows or wants to remember for obvious reasons that will be clarified later, felt an upset stomach that announced the necessity to evacuate processed food. He headed to the lavatory, of course public or communal, with urine odors mixed with wet soil. He put his sticky pants down and began his maneuver when he heard someone else coming into the fecal recint. He could hear the sprinkle hitting the water. A comment was made about "The fucking heat" to him. It was a clearly masculine voice. He nodded. He wiped with relief believing that his interlocutor was gone. Suddenly, someone opened the wasted wood door abruptly and he saw in front of him a figure of six feet, maleficent eyes, and voluptuous smile to the max. Then he realized he was followed. He was trapped. The nun lifted her habit showing her hard penis. Yes my reader friend, it was the nun!! The homosexual cleric, the server of god claimed young flesh, the chameleonic ecclesiastic wanted student pleasure. "The engineer" tried to escape but the nun stopped him almost without any effort punching him on the nose. The student fell over his disposables. He was grabbed by the stomach and felt the warm sexual organ of the "priest" near his ass. He screamed as hard as he could, while he was manipulated easily. He wasn't that strong. The monk then penetrated him. He howled in pain, a smell of whiskey and shit in his nose, he wanted to die but only managed to faint while he was possessed like an inflatable doll by the representant of the church. Fortunately for the potential next victims, not the engineer who was loosing his anal cherry, Bora and Moctezuma were passing by and heard his screams. They broke into the washroom only to witness a grotesque spectacle. Bora tried to separate the intercourse but received a strong punch. Moctezuma tried the same but bounced. Bora knew that another try would be useless, so he went out running and shouting: "the nun is a macho" "The nun is a macho" several times across the streets. Meanwhile Moctezuma was screaming for help grabbing the macho nun legs. The efforts of these brave students paid well. Some of the locals succeeded and took down the aberrant nun discovering his manhood and the lie he had put for many years.
What happened next was made discreetly. After a severe beating the mad crowd conducted the rapist to a lonely paramo where the raging horde applied the justice they thought necessary and fair.
The charges: Deceit and Rape (s)?\Now the macho Nun rests at the foot of a tree. From "the engineer" nobody heard another thing and nobody knows where he is.