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Freedom

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Schlagzeug Jul 13, 2002 01:21 Read 124 times, Dig?
Freedom

Cut 4.0 – Final Release

by
Alex Samodurov
Nicklaus Deyring
&
Morgan Kelly


VALLEY – DAWN – EXTERIOR.

Two brown hills, void of grass, rest on each side of the confined dismal valley. The left hill has a small copper flower patch at its base, and the right hill is splotched with white bushes. Light rises, revealing TREE in the center of the valley.

Tree looks into the distance beyond the valley, but cannot see anything.  He furrows his brow in frustrated thought.  He pushes down into the ground, extending his roots a little further.  He strains to see into the distance, but to no avail.  He slouches, exhausted.

One of the bushes close to Tree shakes, awaking him. He sees a small brown BUNNY with tiny black eyes. Bunny casts a blank stare at Tree. Tree raises a branch after a moment. Bunny just blinks and jumps back into the bush. Tree looks at the bush, expression dropping from hopeful to sad, then sags slowly. A breeze whispers through the valley, rustling Tree’s leaves.

Tree once again is alone, and looks off into the distance.  He focuses on his roots and grows inch by inch, trying to see into the horizon.

Tree is distracted by SNORT, a huge insect, who moves erratically.  He shivers and moves slightly crazed through the valley.

SNORT
Needed colors. Ah. Ahhh. Colors.

Snort heads straight for some copper flowers near Tree. Snort dips his pincher into the flower with addict-like frenzy, calming when he’s downed several of them.  Finally, sitting with a last flower, he sits near Tree and moans as he devours it.

TREE
Why is everyone running?

SNORT
(shrugs) No colors.

TREE
What colors?

Snort offers him one.  Tree rejects it after a taste; several leaves turn black, then gray. They fall to the ground and stick into it like knives.

TREE
(suddenly not as cheerful) Ick. Was this what they were running from?

SNORT
(offended.) No! Most sweet. Most, most safe. Ran not from. Ran from winds.  Wind madness.  Ran! (points to horizon) Dark! No colors! Not safe. Wind cracked!

There is lightning. Snort has a fit when the thunder rolls by and suddenly has a panic.

SNORT
Cracked! Cracked! Color! Sweet! Vital! Ran! (gestures for Tree to run) Ran! Dark wind cracked! No color. Dark wind death.

TREE
(innocence fading) Death?  What is it, this death?

There is a gust of wind. A leaf or two falls. There is a flash of lightening, frightening Snort and fascinating Tree. Snort flees without Tree noticing. Tree is entranced by the approaching clouds.

TREE
This is death? Makes me tremble! Changes everything! I would have more!

Tree notices a speck turning graceful figure eights in the sky and watches.  It moves carefully along the dividing line between the clouds and the sky. Tree raises his branch to it in greeting, losing many leaves in a gust.

FREEDOM, a graceful white being, swoops down and turns two graceful, tight, near-sexual turns about Tree. Eventually, she speaks, her voice barely above the sound of the wind.

FREEDOM
Anger is the world as it slips the narrow fingers of impossibility through the hands of desire. Desire. Desire is the anger that whispers. The love that yearns. I yearn. I love. I love the taste of cloud-tears on my sky. I love the wind that moves like small, slippery fish beneath my wings. Slippery, like tongues, holding me, whispering, whispering. I hold the tongues. They whisper to me. Like winds. They hiss off to the horizon, seeking the edges of what they can brush.

Tree is fascinated.  Freedom noses through his branches and settles carefully as they talk.

TREE
How do you do that?

FREEDOM
I love it.

TREE
But don’t the winds frighten you? Someone told me it is death, but I do not feel this. It makes me wish to…to…run. Run to it.

Lightning.

FREEDOM
Too close and its love crushes me. I fly on the winds. I fly and it kisses me.  It slides over the standers and squeezes them. Kisses. (pause) Do you want them?

TREE
I don’t know... I don’t…What are they like?

FREEDOM fights the wind and nestles around him gently, sits for a moment then unwraps herself.

TREE
(entranced) That’s nice. Nice. Yes.

Tree awakens to a nasty peal of thunder.  A cluster of flowers explode in the wind and flutter about his face. Freedom prepares to depart.  Seeing Freedom departing, Tree lifts his arms, trying to fly. When it doesn’t work, Tree looks down at his roots, disgusted, and struggles against them briefly.

TREE
Oh wait!

The winds rips away most of his leaves, leaving him bare. They flit around Freedom for a moment and disappear. She is concerned.

TREE
I want to come with you!

FREEDOM
But you stand under.

TREE
I don’t want to! Please. I want to fly with you. I want the kisses!

More lightening. More glow. The last leaves are ripped away from Tree. Bushes disintegrate.

FREEDOM
(drowned out by the wind)
I must go! Your standing lasts no longer!

TREE
Don’t leave me!

More lightening. Destruction is imminent. Freedom curls around Tree one last time. He thinks she is staying with him and seems relieved. But then she unwraps herself and he panics as she slips away. He grabs at her, but he cannot hold her. She starts to leave, but stops, strangely looking back at him, frozen for a moment.  Tree stares back, arms outstretched, then lowering slightly.

The wind blows angrily, tossing Freedom up and away. Tree screams in misery, not realizing that Freedom is still present. Freedom is framed in angry silhouette above Tree, her wings outstretched in a raptor-like pose, claws bared. She swoops in toward Tree and attacks. She tears his branches apart in a great confusion. It is an ugly scene of murder. Finally it abates as Tree is left a dead husk at Freedom’s feet. The wind slackens for a moment into silence. Tree’s trunk-husk turns gray.

After a moment the husk starts to wiggle and shake. Freedom appears expectant.

Tree emerges, reborn as a flying-beast like Freedom. They leap to the air and intertwine in the winds. The winds, for their part, blow away the last features of the valley as the two rise. They disappear into the distance.


Copyright © 2000, 2001
Cacophony Studios, Nicklaus Deyring, and Alexander Samodurov
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