FADE IN:
INT. KITCHEN- NIGHT (5 Years ago)
MARY (a young woman) is cooking dinner for her husband. Behind her a shadow quickly passes by, the woman unaware. Slowly a KILLER creeps up behind her. The KILLER grabs MARY. She struggles and starts reaching for her kitchen knife, as the KILLER pushes her face closer and closer to the stove. She screams her husbands name(DAMON) but he is nowhere to be found.
FADE OUT
*Title Sequence*
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM-NIGHT
DAMON HILL wakes up screaming. He grabs his head and is in pain. He has flashes of different crime scenes. He sees a bloody hand. He holds his head tighter. He sees a woman’s face, lifeless and still. He rises out of bed and screams louder. He sees a mirror, the killer looking back at him. He slams into the wall next to him(accidentally) and reels back in pain. Slowly he sits back down on his bed, still holding his head.
DAMON(V.O)
(letting out a sigh and shaking his head)
These visions will be the death of me.
He looks at the picture by his bedside of his wife(WOMAN in scene one). He holds the picture and continues to stare at it, tears developing in his eyes.
DAMON(V.O)
(solemnly)
I can’t bring her back. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this son of a bitch hurt anyone else.
He puts the picture back on his bedside table, lies his head back and closes his eyes.
CUT-TO:
INT. OFFICE-DAY
DAMON is looking at a set of papers. Behind him is a board covered with lines, photos, and pins that DAMON uses to follow the killers path. He sips his coffee as he stares at the newest victim, a middle-aged MAN. The file shows photos of the crime scene. A bloodied saw blade, the man torn in half, his eyes still filled with terror.
DAMON(V.O)
(begrudgingly)
No prints, no sign of entry, nothing. Always one step ahead.
He gets up to look at the board. He pins the photo to the location of the last victim, and draws a line from the last pin to this one. He continues to stare at the board. He grabs his police badge, fiddles with it for a few seconds. He looks back at the board.
DAMON(V.O)
(Questioningly)
Why are you doing this? What is your end game?
He puts his badge in his coat pocket and walks out the door.
CUT TO:
INT. GARAGE-NIGHT
A middle aged man arrives home from work. He stops his car and gets out. As he is walking toward the door he hears a noise in the back of the garage. He walks toward the noise, his heart pounding audibly. He slowly peeks behind his toolbox, as a rat scurries out from a hole in the wall. The man sighs in relief, and steps back toward his door. As he walks up to the door, a silhouette appears in the background. The KILLER steps towards him, and the man’s breathing stops.
Flashes show the man struggling with the KILLER. KILLER turns on the electric saw on the table before pushing the MAN onto the saw. Flashes show the man getting sawed in half by the electric saw.
FADE OUT:
Footsteps are heard along with panting.
SMASH CUT:
EXT. FOREST-NIGHT
MAN in track suit is running franticly. He constantly looks behind his shoulders and pushes through trees and brush. As he is looking behind his head his focus snaps back where the KILLER stands in front of him. Blood gushes from his mouth as he looks down at the hatchet lodged straight into his ribs. He falls down to the ground, the KILLER just standing there watching.
SMASH CUT:
INT. BEDROOM-MORNING
DAMON HILL wakes up screaming again. He is sweating profusely and shaking. He gets out of bed and goes to get dressed and get ready. As he bends down to put on his shoes, he notices they are covered with mud. He quickly scrapes it off with a pocket knife, puts on the shoes and walks out the door.
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EXT. FOREST-DAY
Police tape surrounds the crime scene. DAMON HILL ducks under the tape and goes over to the body. The head of a man rests on the head of an axe stuck in the tree. His headless body sits limp underneath the axe. He hears the chattering of the investigators in the background. They stare at him, most of the agency knows this has been his whole life for five years.
DAMON(V.O)
(Judgingly)
Always been one for theatrics, haven’t you?
He shakes his head and walks back to his car, the investigators watching him as he walks away.
CUT TO:
INT. LIBRARY-DAY
DAMON is sitting in the library looking at newspaper articles over the past five years, each case being similar to the others that the killer has attacked. He has visions of each article. The man who was choked in his car, a woman who was stabbed in an alley, or the couple who was burned alive in their home. Finally, he stumbled upon the paper with a picture of him and his wife. He stares at the photo intently, finger tapping rapidly. Words pop out at him “Husband finds wife burned alive” “Police rule it a homicide” “The killer was never found”. He curls his fist and closes his eyes, trying to contain his anger, the memories of that day rushing back to him.
DAMON (V.O)
(hoping)
Come on Damon, gotta be something in one of these articles
He shuffles through the papers, scanning for anything to go on. Eventually he sighes and puts the papers down, looking defeated. Then he stares back at the picture of his wife, and looks over at himself standing next to her.
DAMON (V.O)
She wasn’t the first victim
He looked back at a few articles. He tapped his fingers, and started to look like he had found something.
DAMON(V.O)
I was in the same place as the murderer in these cases. But I didn’t even know he existed at the time. How…
Slowly, he started to look surprised. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
DAMON(V.O)
(shocked)
Me. This whole thing must be about me.
He started looking at the papers again, more frantically this time.
DAMON(V.O)
(realizing)
I was in every one of these places when the murders happened. Every god damn one. Who would want to do this? Why would someone target me like this? One of Mary’s exes? Someone I put away?
He continues to ponder, his head in his hand. He is intently thinking, trying to remember.
DAMON(V.O)
(disappointingly)
Mary hasn’t heard from her exes in years, and everyone I have put away is still in prison.
He picks the newspapers up, puts them back in the archive and heads back home.
CUT-TO
INT. BEDROOM-DAY
DAMON is packing up a suitcase frantically. He holds his head as he continues to have visions. He sees the jogger, running from someone. He sees the axe lodged in the runners stomach. And then he sees the runner’s head, put on the axe as a display of the killer’s ruthlessness. He grunts and is in obvious pain. He grabs a bottle of pills on his counter, his hands madly shaking. He goes to the bathroom and runs the sink. He gets two pills out of the container, his hands still shaking. He puts them in his mouth and washes them down with water. After he gasps for air, and stares into the mirror.
DAMON(V.O)
(promising)
Can’t let him hurt anyone else. Won’t let him hurt anyone else.
He splashes water into his face, dries off, and continues to pack. When he is done he quickly grabs his bag and walks out the door.
FADE OUT
CUT TO:
EXT. WOODS-DAY ESTABLISHING
Birds are chirping and the wind is blowing as the camera pans across the fields and forests. Eventually a house comes into view, with DAMON getting out of his car. He takes his bag up to the house, but puts it down. He looks around the woods, taking in where he is.
DAMON(V.O)
Alright, no one to kill out here. Looks like this bastard is going to have to come after me this time.
He enters the house and puts down his bag in the bedroom. Looking around the house seems old and decrepit. The furniture is dusty, the windows cracked. He constantly hears the ceiling leaking, water dripping every few seconds.
DAMON(V.O)
(optimistically)
Well the place might be a shit hole, but at least he won’t be able to find me for a while
The camera pans out to see the sun setting in the distance.
CUT-TO:
INT. OLD HOUSE-NIGHT
DAMON is asleep in his bed when he hears a stick crack and leaves rustle. He opens his eyes and lays still for a moment. He slowly gets out of bed and grabs his pocket knife from the counter, trying to be as quiet as he can. Suddenly he hears someone outside, going around to the front door. His heart is racing, his heartbeat audible. He can see a car outside, still running. Suddenly there is banging on the door, the person on the other side trying hard to break it down. DAMON hides on one side of the door, and as the door crashes open a tall man walks in, axe in hand. His eyes red, his face hidden in the darkness. He swings the axe at DAMON.
SMASH CUT
INT. OLD HOUSE-DAY
DAMON wakes up in a cold sweat. He gets out of bed and heads outside. He is walking very sheepishly, obviously bothered by the nightmares of the night before. He grabs the door handle and opens the door, to reveal the body of a man hanging by a tree in front of the house. His eyes lifeless, his neck snapped. DAMON hears nothing, not even the chirping of the birds or even his own heartbeat. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice.
KILLER(V.O)
(creepily)
Behind you
DAMON reeled back and fell on the ground, hearing a sudden crack when his ankle hit. He tried to crawl away before finally looking back. The same man with the axe, eyes still red. He continued crawling frantically, as he started to hyperventilate. One by one the KILLER stepped toward DAMON, raising his axe a little higher with each step. Finally the KILLER was looming over him. DAMON closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable killing blow. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes again. The KILLER has disappeared, along with the man hanging. It was just him, alone, his ankle obviously hurt.
DAMON(V.O)
(in pain)
Can’t stay out here. Gotta…get…to…hospital
He drags himself over to the car. He is in serious pain, wincing with every crawl. He grabs his keys from his coat pocket, fumbling with them before inserting the correct one into the car. He starts the car and drives off.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL-DAY
DAMON wakes up and is lying on a hospital bed, IV in his arm. He looks very dazed, and slowly opens and closes his eyes. As he moves his head to look to the right of him, he sees the KILLER again, sitting up quickly while his heartbeat monitor starts skyrocketing. The nurse runs in to lay him back down. She is speaking to him, but DAMON does not hear. He just looks at the KILLER, staring straight at him with those blood red eyes. The nurse leaves the room as DAMON continues to stare.
FADE OUT
INSERT “ONE WEEK LATER”
CUT TO:
INT. DAMON’S OFFICE-DAY
DAMON limps across to the board of the KILLER’s victims. He puts up a photo of a couple, and draws the line from the last photo to this one. He limps back over to his case file. He sits and reads it, eyes growing wide.
DAMON(V.O)
“These people were killed a couple miles from where I was staying in the woods. He followed me all the way out there.”
He sat there, tapping his finger like he always does. Eventually he looks through his mail(sitting next to the case files) and stumbles upon a letter addressed to him, but not signed.
DAMON(V.O)
(Reading letter in his head, getting noticeably more angry as he reads on)
“Dear Damon,
It seems that you have finally noticed your relation to my work. I knew it wouldn’t take long to get your attention after I killed your poor wife. I still remember it, the screams, the burning. You do too don’t you?”
DAMON puts the letter down, his hands shaking, his fists clenched. He takes a deep breathe and continues to read the letter.
DAMON(V.O)
“ Thing is, I am getting tired of all this murder. Most don’t see me coming, and if they do they can’t fight back. So here’s the thing, you want me dead right? Well I want you dead too, although I have my reasons for waiting so long. So what do you say about cutting the bullshit? You and me, the forest outside of town. Want me to stop? Here’s your chance.”
DAMON rips the letter in half and throws it in the trash bin. He looks back at his board and all the faces. After a few moments of hesitation, he gets up and leaves the room.”
FADE OUT
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST-NIGHT
A WOMAN and a MAN are driving through the forest. The MAN is looking at a map, turning it upside down and side to side, obviously confused as to how to read it. The WOMAN is watching him, shaking her head. She looks out the window to see that it is pitch black.
Suddenly they both hear the engine stutter, and the back of the car begins to smoke. The MAN looks very annoyed and angry. He motions for her to wait in the car and steps out. The WOMAN is staring out the window, as she sees a rabbit. It runs past her view, and when she looks back she sees her boyfriend is nowhere to be found.
She looks around out all the windows but cannot see him. She locks the door, growing more and more afraid. She continues to look out all the windows, before hearing a loud knock on the driver’s door. She remains calm as she recognizes the ring on his hand. She unlocks the doors, and he opens it.
He suddenly falls into the car, axe buried in the back of his skull. The WOMAN screams and quickly opens her door. She stumbles and begins to run away from the car, looking back to see the KILLER standing over her boyfriend’s body. He is not following her, he is just standing. She turns back to look forward and run.
As she is running she suddenly trips and falls over, screaming in agonizing pain. She looks down at her leg to see it caught in a bear trap, blood gushing out. She is screams again and looks back to the car, seeing the KILLER slowly walking towards her. She begins panting, and starts to crawl as fast as he can. She drags the bear trap(blood still gushing from her wound) as she tries to get away. She can hear the KILLER walking behind her, slowly making up ground.
Suddenly a hand grabs her by the hair and pulls her upright. The KILLER slashes her throat and waits as the blood rushes from her throat and the life drains from her eyes. After a few seconds he lets go of her and she falls to the ground.
SMASH CUT
INT. DAMON’S BEDROOM
DAMON wakes up, gasping for air. He looks around and holds his head.
DAMON(V.O)
These visions keep getting more vivid by the day
He limps to his bathroom, opens the cabinet and grabs his pills. When he shuts the mirror he sees the KILLER staring at him, eyes red as ever. He punches the mirror, shattering it instantly. He holds his bloody hand and winces. He looks at the shattered mirror, the KILLER’s image gone.
DAMON(V.O)
(hopefully)
Tomorrow this will all be over. I finally have him.
He grabs some bandages from the medicine cabinet, wraps his hand up and takes his pills. Finally he goes back to his bed and goes back to sleep.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST-DUSK
DAMON drives up in his car and stops. He looks ahead to see the KILLER standing there, waiting. He exit’s the car and walks toward the KILLER. The KILLER is grinning, his eyes that same bloodshot red. DAMON reaches his into his coat pocket and pulls out a knife. He charges the KILLER, yelling as he stabs the knife at him, only to hit nothing and stumble over. He looks back and sees the KILLER has moved over to the other side of the forest.
DAMON(V.O)
What the hell are you
KILLER(V.O)
Whatever do you mean?
DAMON freezes, staring at the KILLER intently.
DAMON(V.O)
(angrily)
How are you doing that? How are you in my head?
KILLER(V.O)
(mockingly)
I live here
DAMON(V.O)
(angrily)
STOP PLAYING GAMES. WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME?
KILLER(V.O)
What? The visions, the murders?
DAMON(V.O)
(Angrily)
YES, YES, ALL OF IT!
KILLER(V.O)
Have you ever thought that maybe those visions were more than visions?
DAMON charges him again, stabbing at thin air and running into a tree. He rubs his head.
KILLER(V.O)
Smooth
DAMON(V.O)
(demanding)
How are you doing this? I want answers.
KILLER(V.O)
You want answers? Fine. Those so called “visions” are your memories.
DAMON(V.O)
(angrily)
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU…
KILLER(V.O)
Come on DAMON. Think, think back to the day your wife died.
DAMON is standing, staring at the killer. He thinks back to the visions he has had about his wife.
FADE TO
INT. KITCHEN-NIGHT
The dream starts out the same. His wife making dinner, the front door coming open. Except this time the KILLER is not the one walking in, it is DAMON. He walks over and grabs his WIFE but in a playful way. She is laughing. She stops laughing as he grips her harder and harder. He grabs the back of her head and pushes it toward the stove. She screams his name, although it is now apparent she is asking him to stop.
FADE TO:
EXT. FOREST-DUSK
DAMON(V.O)
(disbelieving)
I…I wouldn’t
KILLER(V.O)
Of course YOU wouldn’t! But that night you had gotten home at 1:00, and that was my time.
DAMON(V.O)
It doesn’t make any sense
KILLER(V.O)
Course it does! From Dusk till Dawn you live your life and go to your shitty job blah blah blah. Then when night rolls around I take over and slaughter a few people.
DAMON(V.O)
(Stuttering)
Why…Why now?
KILLER(V.O)
Now? We’ve been doing this ever since you could walk! Remember that dog who “ran away”? Or your best friend who “happened to drown?”
DAMON(V.O)
(Furious)
YOU SON OF A BITCH
KILLER(V.O)
Of course, I can’t take all the credit. You becoming a cop gave me so many new ideas! Hell, half the murders were YOU’RE ideas!
DAMON(V.O)
(putting his hands over his ears)
This can’t be true.
KILLER(V.O)
Come on, you knew it all along. You were just too afraid to admit it.
Damon locked eyes with the KILLER, before running to his car.
KILLER(V.O)
You Can’t run from yourself, Damon.
DAMON got in the car and started it. He looked over to see the killer in the front seat, waving at him.
KILLER(V.O)
Told ya!
DAMON turned his head back and floored the gas. He saw a big tree up ahead.
KILLER(V.O)
So that’s it huh? Your playing chicken now?
DAMON was silent focused on the tree)
KILLER(V.O)
Funny, I am not too scared.
But as they got closer to the tree, the KILLER’s smile faded.
KILLER(V.O)
(panicking)
Wait, you can’t do this. YOU CANT KILL US BO…
FADE OUT
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET-DAY
People are walking past a newspaper stand. There is a brand new paper that people are picking up. It is dated two weeks after DAMON’s death. The Headline reads “KILLER TURNS OUT TO BE PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR”. A news station is playing on the radio. Next to the newspaper stand.
News Anchor(V.O)
“Police found the body of 35 year old DAMON HILL today in his car. The man had hit a tree in the forest at what looks like 80 mph. Police have ruled it a suicide. They also claim to have found a pocket knife in his jacket pocket, one that matches the knife used to slit Amy Cullington’s throat along with her boyfriends just a month ago. DAMON HILL was widely renowned as one of the best investigators in the country, chasing this particular serial killer for over five years. No motive is apparent for the killings, as they had included DAMON’s wife of three and a half years, Mary White. One thing we do know, however, is that the serial killer that has plagued this nation for over five years has killed for the last time. Some may find it slightly ironic that the last life for him to take was his own. This is Barbara Brown, reporting for 98.7 The News.”
FADE OUT
THE END
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