Amouraq, Part 1

**I posted this story in October 2010, but I’m reposting it so my new readers will read some of my oldie but goodie stories! Thanks for reading 🙂 **

EXT. MURDERED HEIRS’ HOUSE. NIGHT.

It looks like a normal suburban home with a stone walkway, two stories, a lawn, a garage, etc. Police tape surrounds the house, and several Amouraqian policemen surround the building. Crime scene investigators ALLEN and VERONICA arrive in a black sedan. They step out of the car and gaze at the scene. Logically, this looks like a completely normal sight for them, but the house seems to be emitting an eerie aura.

ALLEN:
So…What happened here?

VERONICA:
(looks at the police report)
Homicide. Three victims: a forty-
two year old man, a thirty-six
year old woman, and a twelve
year old child.

ALLEN:
(gazing at the house)
Is that all?

VERONICA:
I guess we’ll find out.

They go under the police tape and walk into the house.

INT. ENTRYWAY. NIGHT.

From the entryway, they see a couple of officers taking pictures in the living room, but nothing seems out of the ordinary there. The police sergeant is at the foot of a staircase taking notes with a look on his face that suggests he is fighting the urge to vomit. Allen and Veronica head upstairs with caution. As they got closer to the scene of the crime, a sense of dread overcomes them.

INT. MASTER BEDROOM. NIGHT.

Outside the master bedroom, they exchange grim looks with another police officer. Veronica and Allen walk into the room, and they see the horror that explains everything. Three bodies lie on the floor, but each one has gotten gashed so badly that very little skin remains on the torso! Allen turns away, his mind not wanting to comprehend what he sees. Veronica stares down at the bodies, hardly able to breathe. The faces on the body are in tact and have a permanent state of terror on it.

ALLEN:
(still not looking)
It’s him again, or her, the
same person from all those
other times.

VERONICA:
It’s strange; each murder has
been different, some more
brutal than others, and yet
it’s certainly the work of
the same lunatic. Each victim
has been an heir to the
Amouraqian throne.

ALLEN:
Why? No, we know why they
did it. The real question
is who? It could be an
heir trying to gain power,
or it could be someone
trying to destabilize our
country.

Allen gets the nerve to look at the bodies. Veronica takes out a simple, wooden wand and points it at the man’s dresser. A wallet floats out of her drawer and into her hand. She examines it. Allen stoops down and peers at the daughter’s body.

ALLEN:
Look at these slash marks!
They’re deep, and it looks
like the killer didn’t pick
up the knife at all.

VERONICA:
He or she probably didn’t.

Veronica finds a piece of paper in his wallet that has three e-ticket flight numbers on it.

VERONICA:
Looks like our killer got
here just in time. They have plane
tickets for a flight that is leaving
tomorrow morning.

ALLEN:
They knew they were in
trouble, and they were
gonna make a run for it.
The girl saw the killer
coming and ran to her
parents for comfort.
They huddled together in
the corner where this
sicko savaged them. This
morbid excuse for a human
being is getting cocky.
They’re beginning to
enjoy killing, getting a
real taste for blood.

VERONICA:
(to the officer right there)
No witnesses, I suppose?

The police officer outside the bedroom sadly shakes his head.

OFFICER:
This person left no finger
prints or any evidence at all.
We’re just as baffled as
you are.

The policeman that was taking pictures in the living room comes in to take pictures here. Veronica and Allen step out of the room and go to the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.
They look around and see most things in tact. Veronica sees a bookshelf that has a framed picture of a green dragon surrounding a red heart with a smoky purplish/pink background. The frame has a big crack in the glass.

VERONICA:
Allen! Come look at this!

Allen walks over to where she is standing.

VERONICA:
Look at the dust. The
picture has been moved.

ALLEN:
Interesting. You think
the killer moved it?

VERONICA:
The crack suggests that
it was formed under a
hard impact. Look around
and see if you can find
bits of glass.

They use their flashlights to search for the glass. Allen finds the glass against the wall opposite to where the picture rests.

ALLEN:
It’s over here, Veronica!

Veronica stoops over to where Allen is pointing the light.

VERONICA:
Bingo! The killer hurled
it against the wall. Why?

ALLEN:
Isn’t it obvious? This
person hates our country.

VERONICA:
What are we going to do?
We’ve had the finest
law enforcement officers
in the country trying
to solve a series of
worldwide murders working
on this. We usually find
our guy by now, but we’ve
been getting nowhere.

ALLEN:
I think we’ll have to
find help somewhere
else. The king will
think of something. All
I know is he better
think fast because we
can’t let this person
destroy the people and
the country we are…

INTRODUCTION MONTAGE (V.O. Narrator plus dramatic music)

THE GLOBE

NARRATOR (V.O.):
There is an island off
the east coast of Florida
called Amouraq.

ZOOM INTO MAP OF ISLAND

NARRATOR (V.O.):
It was founded over two
hundred years ago by the
glorious King Alexander.

FADE TO PAINTING OF KING ALEXANDER

NARRATOR (V.O.):
Since its founding, Amouraq
has flourished with a world
wide economy, a university,
and even notch resorts for
tourists.

TOURISTS TAKING PICTURES AT THE COLLEGE

NARRATOR (V.O.):
However great and noble
People perceive Amouraq,
they don’t know that it
holds a great secret.

END OF TOURIST ZONE WATCHPOST

NARRATOR (V.O.):
Amouraq has the world
baffled as to why the
government required
special permission to
live in or even visit
the residential area of
the country, or why the
university has special,
unnamed buildings for
private classes.

PAINTING OF KING ALEXANDER EXPLORING

NARRATOR (V.O.):
Legends tell of a hidden
part of Amouraq that only
King Alexander has set foot
on containing magic. That
is all the rest of the
world knows, and they have
no idea how close they
really are to the secret.
The world assumes that
Amouraq has always been
a country of peace, but
they are deceived. King
Alexander’s ancestors and
descendants have been
fighting a secret war that
only a select few knew of.
For a while, the war seemed
benign, until one day…

INT. OVAL OFFICE. LATE MORNING.

STEPHEN (late twenties, handsome man with copper colored hair, a strong jaw line, and a fit body donned in his customary new old fashioned tuxedo) enters the oval office where the PRESIDENT and his boss, Agent PAMELA, wait for him. The president maintains a professional yet friendly manner while Pamela stays serious and uptight, as usual. Stephen has been to this office before, and he coolly takes a seat in front of the president’s desk.

STEPHEN:
Hello again, Mister President.
I wish that we could meet
under happier circumstances
for once.

PRESIDENT:
Indeed.

STEPHEN:
(to Pamela)
I can never tell if you’re
excited to see me or not.

PAMELA:
I’m here to work.

STEPHEN:
Alright, I get the hint.
No more small talk. What’s
my mission this time?

PRESIDENT:
What do you know about the
situation in Amouraq?

STEPHEN:
I know just what the news
tells me; an insane
amount of heirs have been
murdered, and the Amouraqian
government has no idea
who’s behind them all. I’m
guessing that’s why I’m
here?

PAMELA:
Yes, but there’s more to
the story than you think.
King Patrick is dying,
and almost fifty heirs
along with an equal
amount of bystanders have
been brutally killed.
Every heir, their family, and
even their friends are all in
danger.

STEPHEN:
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I
didn’t think it was that
bad!

PRESIDENT:
Yes, and it’s more complicated
than you think. I’m going to
reveal to you the secret of
Amouraq, but you’ve got to
promise to keep it unknown.

STEPHEN:
Of course I’ll keep it
secret. Secrets are what
I do.

PRESIDENT:
There is a list that shows
who is currently in line
for the throne, but this
is not an ordinary list.
It magically shows who are
the strongest descendents
of Amouruaq. It’s not like
a monarchy, let me explain.
King Alexander had two sons,
and his eldest son had three
children while his other son
had none. When King Alexander
died, his eldest son took the
throne. When that son died,
his brother and not his children
took over because he had the
strongest tie to Alexander. All
of the heirs appear on the list
according to how strong of a tie
they have with the first king. The
list is magically updated with births
and deaths, and because it has
magic, it cannot be tampered with.
Does all this make sense?

STEPHEN:
I think so. So it’s really
magical? King Alexander got
the paper from a tree in
that part of Amouraq that
only he has ever been to?

PRESIDENT:
Exactly. Fifty of his closest
kin have been killed, and as
you said, the Amouraqian
government has no idea who’s
behind it all. The only
suspects they have eliminated
are the ones who have
themselves been eliminated.
King Patrick asked me to
appoint our top agent to the
case, and that’s why I called
you here.

STEPHEN:
(grins)
Okay, King Patrick wants me
to find the culprit behind
the murders and protect the
next heir. Who’s next in
line?

Pamela plops a manila folder in front of him. A bunch of papers are in it, but the first thing that Stephen sees is a picture of EMILY, who has coffee brown hair, golden brown eyes, and a fair complexion. He stares at the picture for a second.

STEPHEN:
She’s pretty; she looks
like a model.

The president chuckles, and Pamela rolls her eyes.

PAMELA:
That’s Emily Pageman. She’s
eighteen, and she lives in
Seattle. Everything you need
for this mission is in that folder.
You need to leave at once. Time is
critical here! We want the king to
pass knowing that the throne of
Amouraq is secure. You know what to do.

PRESIDENT:
Good luck, and God speed!

STEPHEN:
I won’t let you down!
(He exits)

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