Movie Makers By Neko Part 2 “JC!” The director yelled. “What?” JC asked nearly falling off the couch he that had been lying on. “Are going on soon are you ready?” He asked. “Yeah, let’s do this.” JC said getting up and going over to his place on the set. “Joey sat in a chair just off the set; he wasn’t going on for awhile so he was making the best of it. He was now sitting there talking to Courtney. “Do you do much acting?’ Joey asked. “No, I do a little this is a first for me really.” She said. “Cool” Joey said then turned make to the shot. Everyone was taking their places. Justin was now having technical problems with the bed for the hospital scene. “It’s not rocket science.” Lance yelled. Justin looked over at him and gave him a smart-alecky grin. “You’d be surprised.” Justin said and the got back in the bed. Okay, I’m ready now.” Justin said turning to the director. “Okay, great to roll it.” He yelled. What seemed like hours pasted, when finally a doctor came out of the room. He stopped only for a minute. “You may see your friend now,” he said. Chris wasted no time in running to the room. His friend lay awake now in the bed, and a young man sat beside him. Chris had seen this man before but didn’t know his name. “Hello?” Chris said. “Hello,” the young man said, “my name is JC I do volunteer work here.” “Your friend I have seen before at school, so I thought I would see what was up?” He continued. “So JC, what is up? With him.” Chris asked moving to get a better look at Justin. Some one had changed the gauss around his neck. Justin looked at Chris his eyes a glow, but said nothing. “Well, it appears your friend was attacked and some one removed his voice box.” JC said. “What?” Linda asked. “How?” Chris asked. “I was hoping you could tell me.” JC said. Justin was sat very still in his bed. “It seems the only one who knows what happened can’t tell us.” Chris said looking Justin in the eyes. That’s when it dawned on him. “Anyone have a pen and paper?” Chris asked. JC reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. “I have a pen but no paper.” He said. “Here will this work?” Linda asked picking up a napkin. “We’ll see.” Chris said taking it from her. “Now, Justin we need you to write down ever thing that happened last night.” Chris said handing the things to Justin. Justin reached out to grab them but dropped them. “Here let me get that for you.” Chris said getting down to pick them up. “Here you go you poor hurt man.” Chris said handing him the things. Justin was trying not to laugh. “Thanks buddy.” Justin said. “Your not suppose to talk.” JC said in a low voice. “Oh, yeah I forgot.” Justin said. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” Chris said. “We shall.” The director said. Justin wasted no time in jotting down the horror he had encountered. But Linda had to leave before Justin had finished. So Chris and JC wanted to hear what Justin had been through. When Justin was done he handed the paper to Chris who quickly read it. JC could see the fear in Justin’s eyes as he too read the paper. “How could some one be so heartless?” JC asked. Justin just shook his head. “Who ever it was is good. No one saw or heard anything last night.” Chris said. “It’s scary to think their still out there.” JC said. It was late now. “Justin I’ll go get you some dinner. I’ll be right back.” JC said leaving the room. Justin was not hungry but did not try to stop him. “Justin, we will find who ever did this to you, I promise.” Chris said. Justin gave a half smile and looked up at his dear friend, his eye filled with pain and suffering, but there was nothing Chris could do to stop his pain. Chris could only be there for him right now, when he needs him most. JC came back carrying a tray. “Here Justin at least try to eat.” JC said handing him the tray. Justin looked at him then took the tray and set it softly on his lap. Justin looked at the tray then at Chris. “You got to eat something.” Chris said. With that Justin slowly picked up his fork and started to take a bite, but his throat was still every sore and he had trouble swallowing. But he some how got it down. “It’s going to hurt Justin, but you need to eat.” JC said. “Justin, you eat I need to talk to JC in the hall for a minute.” Chris said getting up and heading for the door. JC followed him. As Chris reached for the door it wouldn’t open. ‘Well Justin I don’t think we’re going any where.’ Chris said pulling as hard as he could. “We’re stuck!” JC said. After a few minutes they got the door open. Lance leaned over to Joey. “And to think this is only the first day.” Lance said. “Scary isn’t it?” Joey asked. As soon as they were sure the door would open they did the shot again. As soon as they where in the hall Chris shut the door. “JC, I need you to look after him. I can’t be here every day! This whole thing has got him kind of jumpy.” Chris said. “I know, Chris, I will look after him from when I get in till I leave if it makes you happy.” JC replied. “Its not that I am scared for him but to think this person is still out there.” Chris said. “Don’t worry I don’t think they’ll attack two nights in a row.” JC said. “You’re right!” Chris said. “Now go home Chris, and get so sleep.” JC said handing Chris his jacket. “I’ll stay until he goes to sleep.” JC said opening the door to Justin’s room. “Justin, I got to go.” Chris said. Justin started to shake his head no. “It’s ok, JC’s going to stay with you.” Chris said and started down the hall. That seemed to please Justin. That some one was going to stay with him. Justin kept eating and JC was reading book. When Justin was done JC took the tray from him. “I am going to run this down stairs. I’ll be right back.” JC said. Justin begged him to not leave, but JC Assured him he wouldn’t be long. With that JC left. When JC came back Justin was asleep so JC shut the door and turned the light off. “I just hope I was right about the attacker not attacking again tonight.” He whispered as he walked down the hall. He stopped only to get his coat. Then headed for his car. The air was cool and moist. The moon was full. JC quickly got in his car and started it up. He could not help but think about Justin and what had happened as his car moved slowly down the road. “I just pray he’ll be ok.” JC said. “Lance your turn. I hope you can do better.” The director said. “I’ll try my best.” Lance said and then he and Courtney head for the next set. JC You got one more little piece for this shot and then you can take a nap while I shot Lance’s scene.” The director said. “All right a nap!” JC said very pleased. “We have a problem.” One of the set helper said. “What now?” The director asked. “We can’t find the old guy that was going to play Max.” The set helper said. “What, we need him here now.” The director yelled. “Give me just a few minutes and I’ll find some one.” They said then left to find some one. “So no nap?” JC asked disappointed. “Not right now.” Lance said comforting his friend. They waited there a few minutes and then the set helper came back with an old man following them closely behind. “I found him.” They said. “Sorry I got lost.’ the old man said. “It’s all right; can we just get this going already?” The director asked. “Yeah, a nap.” JC jumping up to take his place for the last few seconds of his part. They all took their places and started to tape again. Little did JC know Justin would be ok, but at that moment, a figure moves quickly to the library. It knocked on the door. An old man came and opened the door. “Max,” the figure said. The figure was that of Lance a freshmen. “Max, I know it’s late but I have a report do in the morning.” Lance said. “Okay, Lance,” Max said, “but only this time.” Max opened the door and let Lance in. “cold tonight isn’t it?” Max asked. “Yes, it is.” Lance said setting his things down on a table. “Well I have work to do.” Max said walking away. “Okay, Thanks a bunch!” Lance said. Max went about his cleaning, while Lance worked on his report. Max was in another part of the library. So Lance got up and was looking at books on World War 2. As he was walking down one of the isles he heard a noise. “Max?” Lance asked. But there was no answer. He could hear the sound of soft footsteps on the library floor. They got closer and closer. Lance looked franticly about but could not see any one. Then they stopped. “Max, is that you?” Lance asked a little louder this time. Still no answer, only the sound of his beating heart could be herd. He started to walk back toward his seat. Checking each isle carefully as he passed. But he saw no one. Not even Max! This was starting to worry Lance. So he went to look for Max. The light was on in the office so Lance went to look there first. He opened the door slowly and peered in the room was empty. Max.’s coat was lying on the chair, so Lance knew Max was still here. “Max.” He called again, Still no answer. Lance shut the door and started to walk down the hall toward the back where Max was probably cleaning and could not here him. Lance went back by the furnace. “Max.” He yelled but it could not be heard over the noise of the furnace. “Okay Lance, here is where it starts to get messy.” The director said. “Hey, these aren’t my clothes.” Lance said. “Where’s Courtney?” The director asked looking off to the side. “She had to go powder her noise, I think.” Justin said. “Yeah she wants to look real pretty.” Joey added. “No one is going to see her face yet.’ The director said. “Girls go figure.” Joey said. Courtney came back. “I’m sorry.’ She said. “It’s okay; can we move on now?” He asked. “Yeah, Let’s do this.” Lance said. “Great take your places.” The director said. And everyone one did and they started tapping again. As He walked by the broom closet, he slipped. The furnace room was dark and Lance could not see what he had slipped in. Reaching blindly into the air he struggled to find the light’s string. After several try’s he finally found it, but he soon wished he hadn’t for when the light came on he lay in a pool of blood. The blood seemed to be coming from the broom closet. Lance quickly got to his feet. He was soaked from head to toe in blood. He tried to wipe most of the blood off, and then he had to see what was in the broom closet. He had to see where the blood was coming from. He felt the need to fling the door open and he did. But as he did the bloody body of Max fell to the floor. More blood spilled onto the floor and Lance let out a scream. He started to back up, but slipped once more. Lance hit the floor hard and lay in the blood next to Max. “The poor old man.” Lance thought. For you could not even make out his face. His body had been so badly hacked. “But by what?” Lance asked. That’s when he herd it again, the sound of footsteps. They were coming closer and closer. Lance jumped up and took off running for the door, sliding in the blood as he went to stop to open the door. Lance got up as the script said but then he went to stop to open the door he ran into it and bounced off. As he bounced back he slipped in the fake blood and feel. He laid there a minute rubbing his head where it had hit the floor. He could hear Joey, Chris and JC laughed at him. “Are you okay, Lance?” JC asked still laughing. “Yeah.” Lance said getting up. Courtney walked over and gave Lance a hand to help pull him up. But when Lance started to pull Courtney slipped and landed on top of him. “You go Lance.” Joey yelled. Lance looked over at him and then smiled. Lance finally got up then helped Courtney to her feet. The director was laughing to at this point. “It’s not funny that stuff really is slippery.” Lance said. “You’re not kidding.” Courtney said brushing herself off. “At least you look your past now.” The director said pointing to the blood that was all over her. She smiled. “We better keep going then.” She said. So lance took his place on the floor again and they started from there. They were coming closer and closer. Lance jumped up and took off running for the door, sliding in the blood as he went to stop to open the door. The footsteps stooped, as Lance reentered the library. As he started to walk slowly into the main room, some one turned off the lights. Everything was dark. Not even the light in the office was on any more. Lance could hear the sound of his beating heart once more. He could hear the foot step again a little louder and a little closer. He went in an all out sprit to the huge wooden door of the library. As he reached them he tried to open them but they were locked. “But who had locked them?” Was the only thing on his mind, “Max and him were the only one’s in here or were they? Had there been some one else?” Lance could not figure it out. But the doors where locked and Lance was now stuck in the dark library. He began to beat on the doors and yelled as loud as he could. Fear struck him like lighting as he heard the soft footsteps getting louder. He could also hear the sound of something dripping onto the floor, DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. Soon the footsteps stopped but the dripping did not. Lance beat herder on the door, which is when he saw in the reflection of the windows, a figure standing behind him. He quickly turned to see it. He could not see the figure very well in the dark library. But he could see the shining metal of the ax it had in its hand. Soaked in blood that dripped from it, DRIP, DRIP. The figure it’s self was draped in a black cloak. Covered from head to toe it darkness. It stared at him studying him. “Who are you?” Lance asked pressing himself against the door. The figure said nothing in reply to Lance. Lance did not know what this person had in store for him but he did not want to find out, so he pushed himself off the door and ran passed the figure. He ran throw the dark knocking over chairs and books. But he did not stop until he reached the office where he shut and locked the door. The figure was in no hurry and slowly turned around and followed him. Once in the office Lance picked up the phone, but it was dead. “It must have cut the power to the whole building.” He said to himself. The figure reached the locked door of the office and calmly knocked on it. “What do you want?” Lance yelled. The figure again did not reply. “Answer me.” He yelled. Throwing the phone down. The figure still did not answer him. “I hope you know I am not coming out of here.” He yelled, this did not bother the figure for raised its ax and began to hack at the door. “Oh on!” Lance said and jumped behind the desk. Courtney raised the ax and started to hack at it but at about the 3 try the door came open. Courtney started laughing. Lance did too. “Some door I would be dead already.” Lance said still laughing. Some of the stagehands come out and fixed it and then they started where they had left off. The figure tore at the door bit by bit. Until there was a big enough hole for it to crawl through. Once inside it made it’s way around the desk. Lance was easy to find because he was breathing so hard. “Please just leave me alone.” Lance yelled kicking at the figure. The figure shook its head no. And raised the ax and let it fall just missing Lance’s leg. Lance screamed and got up as fast as he could. He ran for the door and jumped though the small hole it had made, cutting his leg as he crawled through. He hobbled off as fast as he could, holding his leg in pain as blood ran down it. Again the figure took it’s time, it even unlocked the door and opened it, walking slowly throw it, then shut it, before it gave chase to Lance. Lance weak and tired began to walk down one of the isles of books. He didn’t see the figure behind him so he was going slowly to keep an eye out for him. Just as Lance reach the end of the isle and was about to turn the corner, he was hit in the head with the back of the ax. Knocking him out. Lance fell to the ground with a thud, and he was awake long enough to see the dark figure standing over him. Hours passed and Lance came to. His hands tied behind him, his mouth taped shut, and his legs were tied too. He lay on one of the tables. Beside him was the figure, it was looking franticly through a black bag. Lance began to wiggle and moan. The figure looked at him. This was the closest he had been to it and he could see the faintness of its eyes and it’s sweet red lips. It was clear to him his attacker was female. She was small and thin from what he could tell. She smiled as she found what she was looking for and pulled it out. In her hand was a small needle filled with a clear liquid. Lance saw this and began to fight even more. She placed one of her tiny hands on his chin and moved his face one way then the other. Looking him over carefully. She went to speak but stopped and glared down at him. She ran her fingers across his cheek. Then she rolled up his sleeve, rubbing his arm with her gentle touch. Then she stuck the needle in rubbing his arm slowly as she emptied the needle in his arm. Lance was strangely calm, but with in minutes he was out cold. The stuff the needle was clearly a knock out drug. With Lance out cold she did what was to be done, and then left. “Okay Courtney that was great now I need the others back up here .” The director said. “What about me?” Lance asked coming out of his fake sleep. “You stay there we still got a little more with this scene.” The director said. “Okay.” Lance said closing his eyes again as makeup artist come over to him. As soon as Lance was ready they called Shay back up to the set.

By Neko Copyright 2000