Forgotten Society, Part 1

YEAR 1994.

INT. DRAGON REALM.

It is pitch black. Nothing is seen except for a pair of glossy, reptilian eyes.

GRAND DRAGON:
(in a raspy whisper)
The humans have enslaved themselves
to sin. Even the best behaved ones cannot resist
releasing their dark side. They are animals, far
less intelligent than you and I. They must be
controlled for their own good. Go! Find your
bodies and do what must be done!

INT. SUBWAY. EARLY MORNING.

CURTIS (a young man with auburn hair, blue eyes, and an in-shape physique) waits at an empty subway station. He sits on a bench that has poster advertising a new show “Friends” on the wall. He picks a newspaper with a headline that reads “Serial Killer Sweeps DC Metro area.” A man in a business suit enters and sits on a bench across from Curtis.

BUSINESS MAN:
Did we miss the train?

CURTIS:
Yeah, I think so. Usually when
the station is empty, it means we
have to wait about fifteen minutes
for the next one.

The business man leaves. Curtis shrugs and keeps reading. He hears some lurching from the tunnel. He puts down the newspaper and peers down the tunnel curiously. It almost sounds like something is slithering down there. He shakes off the notion. As he is walking back to the bench, he hears something behind him. He turns around to see a large, green-scaled dragon! The dragon lunges at him, but Curtis weaves out of the way. He tries to run for the exit, but the dragon runs and blocks him. Curtis finds a rusty crowbar and uses it to bash the dragon each time it lunges for him. The dragon manages to break the crowbar with its teeth. Curtis tries to run again, but the dragon pins him down. Curtis shuts his eyes tight thinking he is done for, and suddenly he hears the dragon cry out in pain. He feels the dragon’s limp body fall, and he sees the head roll away. He is confused. He sees a pair of black boots lift the dragon’s claw off of him. He picks himself up and sees MIGUEL (a hispanic man with medium toned skin, eye make up, and sleek black clothing).

MIGUEL:
Are you alright?

CURTIS:
Yes. I mean, no. I must be seeing
things. Was that really…?

MIGUEL:
A dragon? Yes. A predisguised one.

CURTIS:
Huh?

MIGUEL:
He didn’t breath fire on you
because he was going to use
your skin to masquerade as
a human. Yes, there are dragon
men among us.

CURTIS:
Holy crap! Why? Why do they
want to be amongst us?

MIGUEL:
We really don’t have time to
discuss this. We’ve got to get
out of here.

CURTIS:
Are more coming?

MIGUEL:
Yes. Disguised. Come with me to
Crossgrove Hollow and I’ll tell
you everything.

Curtis looks at the still glaring head of the dragon and agrees to go. Miguel leads Curtis out of the subway.

EXT. CROSSGROVE HOLLOW. MORNING.

Crossgrove Hollow is a forest with dense trees, whose shadows give the forest an almost gray hue. Miguel brushes some vines aside, revealing a wooden structure. He leads Curtis inside.

INT. REBEL HIDEOUT. MORNING.

An underground staircase leads them to a small room with earthen walls and very little sunlight. A few people are already here, including WILLIAM (a tall, strong African-American man with rough skin but kind eyes.)

WILLIAM:
Back already? Who’s this?

CURTIS:
My name is Curtis.

WILLIAM:
Curtis what?

CURTIS:
Curtis Stevens.

WILLIAM:
Good to know. We go by last names
here. I’m William, but call me
Washington.

MIGUEL:
Miguel Trebla. I’m the leader of
the Rebels. That girl in the
corner is Smith, that man is Abdul,
and he is Simpson. We go by our
family names because our family
and the love we have for one
another is what seperates us
from the monsters.

CURTIS:
You mean besides looking reptilian?

WILLIAM:
Dragons take human skin and assume
human identities. They’ve walked
amongst us for about ten years now.
Well, that is since the latest siege.
Every thousand years or so, they
come back.

CURTIS:
To kill us? Why do they bother with
the disguise?

MIGUEL:
They’re not trying to kill us. They
are trying to take over the world.
The press hasn’t covered it
because the dragons recently
took over the media. They make them
lie about attacks on humans. They
try to cover it up, like saying
they’re from a serial killer.

CURTIS:
I was just reading an article like
that! They say they got about
twenty people in the metro area!

WILLIAM:
More than that, probably. I used to be
a reporter, and I remember looking at
police reports, wondering why we
weren’t covering these deaths. I
didn’t live through Desert Storm
to become a subject to dragons!

CURTIS:
If the police know what really happened,
than the government should know and
stop them, right?

MIGUEL:
Whatever troops are available are
being used to protect Clinton, which
makes sense-if they took over the US,
it’d be easy to take over the world.

CURTIS:
And that’s why you formed this
rebellion group-to protect the people!

MIGUEL:
Yes. We go out and kill the dragons-disguised
as humans or not. Our group isn’t very
large though because most people feel
safer complying with the dragons-though, of
course, they don’t realize their true nature.
You can tell by the glossy eyes. They’ve
taken over many businesses and residences,
so even though they don’t like the changes,
most people don’t want to abandon their
old life. Which is why I’d understand
if you want to leave…

CURTIS:
You’d let me join?

WILLIAM:
You won’t miss your old life?

CURTIS:
What? Working at a mall kiosk selling
Lion King stuff? Why would I go back
to that when I have an opportunity
to do something important?

MIGUEL:
Thank you! We’re not very powerful,
but we’re the only hope for the world.
I will train you with weapons, though
I’m hardly the best teacher.

CURTIS:
You’re not?

MIGUEL:
Warner was the best, but Warner
gave up on the Rebellion.

CURTIS:
Gave up? How could he give up?

WILLIAM:
We’re not the first Rebellion. They
all gave up eventually.

CURTIS:
I’m not going to give up! I’d rather die
than let something so evil control
our lives!

MIGUEL:
You know what, I think you should
go to Elderberry Bend and see if
you can convince Warner to
come back.

CURTIS:
Me? I would be happy to help,
but why?

MIGUEL:
You’ve got a lot of positive energy.
I think you two would balance each
other out. You can walk to Warner’s
house. Here is the address.

He grabs a scrap of paper and hands it to Curtis.

MIGUEL:
Good luck.

Miguel winks. Curtis finds his task strange but leaves at once.

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