A Second Chance
Whatever You Let It Be
“My Sister Was All I Had…”
“And I Lost Her.”
“I’m To Blame…”
EPISODE V – FLASHBACK
LONG ISLAND, NY
JULY 5TH 2013, SOMETIME AFTER MIDNIGHT
A black Plymouth tears down the road, swaying in and out of its lane, and the oncoming traffic.
“Timothy man, you’re a maniac!” yells one of the four guys, this one in the backseat.
Timothy drives the car up onto his parents lawn, destroying it… Gets out of the vehicle, drunkly setting the alarm.
He starts to go through his keys as he trips over a lawn gnome, and almost falls.
When he reaches the front door, he notices it’s slightly open.
His heart stops.
He slowly opens the door…
“Elise?” he calls.
But there is no sound.
After making his way through the house, he finally reaches his sister’s bedroom… He’d saved it for last out of fear.
“Elise? This isn’t funny.”
He staggers towards the door, and slowly swings it open…
What he sees next he can not believe…
He falls to his knees, tears flooding from his eyes…
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
TIMOTHY COLLIN’S HIGHRISE APARTMENT
Timothy wakes up screaming…
He’s sweating profusely, as he quickly grabs his chest, and peers towards the window looking over the city.
Rain splashes hardly against the window, with lightning, and thunder making its’ presence known…
Timothy steps into his kitchen, wearing a long white satin robe, and black satin pants.
“The nightmares never end…”
He grabs a seltzer water, and sits at his bar stool counter.
“Hello Julian…” a voice comes from behind him.
“The mercenaries… I am a fool.”
EPISODE IV – TIME
A NEW YORK HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM
Detective Milly Rowe is looking at 6 dead bodies.
She has medium brown hair, brown eyes and fair skin.
“Bullet holes to the head and chest… Two shots each…” she speaks to the doctor standing next to her.
“Execution style…” speaks Timothy under his breath as he stands nearby checking on a different patient.
“Vaug’s goons did this.”
Detective Rowe catches wind of what he says as he wanders off.
“Who was that?” she asks the doctor with her.
“Who that… That’s just Billy… He’s an Intern… Don’t let him bug you none… He’s not exactly a people person.”
LATER OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL
Timothy exits the building, after finishing work.
“Billy…” a woman’s voice comes from around the corner.
It’s Detective Rowe.
“Yes?” Timothy replies.
She sticks out her hand, “My name is Detective Milly Rowe, NYPD.”
He just looks at her hand, “Right… So?”
She drops her hand, “Mr. Tray… I do believe I could use your help on this case.”
Timothy appears stunned.
“Since when does a NYPD Detective need anyone, other than their cohort’s help…” he states more than asks.
“Since now,” she replies.
Timothy sits at a table across from Detective Rowe.
“You said execution style…”
“I’ve watched my share of t.v. and movies… Seems pretty obvious…” he peers around the department through the surrounding windows, “Still not sure why I’m here.”
“You weren’t taken aback with this Mr. Tray… You were enthralled… I could see it.”
With this Timothy takes out a cigarette… She lights it.
“Billy…” he takes a deep hit, “you can call me Billy.”
“So what… I’m a psycho? A sociopath… What’s your point.”
“I don’t think you’re a sociopath Billy… I think you’re not surprised this happened.”
He stares at her blankly.
“I should probably talk to a lawyer or somethen…”
“I’m not after you Billy… Frankly I could care less about your past dealings… In fact… I wouldn’t care if your pockets were laced with coke. What I care about is the 6… Count them 6 local business men that landed in your morgue. Six men who worked their hands to the bone so they could provide for their families. I looked these guys up… These aren’t criminals… They’re good men.” she finishes.
“There’s specs of yellow floating around in those crystal brown eyes of hers.”
Timothy suddenly feels uncomfortable.
“Not wanting to feel… I can’t afford to feel… Not now… I’m too close.”
“Is that all?”
There’s an awkward silence.
“Yes.” she finally replies, not looking at Timothy.
As he walks through the Police Department he is caught up in thought…
“If she ends up being the next one in the morgue… I will be pist.”
He tears up.
“I thought you couldn’t feel… No more… Damn human weakness.”
PICTURE CREDIT – KP
“I am Billy Nordum… An Intern at a New York hospital”
“I am Rex Daro… A taxi driver”
“I am Julian Geer”
“I am Timothy Collins…”
“And I am a Listener.”
CHAPTER III – JULIAN GEER
Deep beneath the city of New York, an underground party takes place…
Candles… Drugs… Wine… Woman… And… Young men?
A long, dark haired man, in a long gold jacket, sits in a red velvet and dark wood chair, surrounded by 6 to 8 under aged guys, who are responding to his every whim.
Julian Geer approaches, wearing a very white and black suit.
“Agent Julian Geer… At last we meet,” speaks the man known as The Beholder.
“At last,” replies Julian.
“I thought you’d be older,” speaks The Beholder as one of the young men feeds him a Monticello Cherry.
The young men are all wearing white, and have silver glittery makeup on.
They scope out Julian, but are not impressed.
Save one who looks particularity scared… Julian takes note.
“They always do… Say… Are these guys here willingly?”
The Beholder seems a bit taken off guard by this remark.
“HaHaHa…” The Beholder claps his hands, and the young men all leave… At the same time the one that had been looking at Julian, looked back at him, sweating…. Desperate…
The Beholder points at a near by chair, “Sit…”
Julian takes one last look at the young man, and then takes the seat.
“You’ve taken a liking to one of them… You but say the word, and I–“
“I’m alright,” Julian cuts him off before he finishes.
“Very well… So tell me Julian Geer… To what do I owe the honor?”
“Nice collection of young men you got there…”
“You’re not too bad yourself… Still… You’re a little too old for my taste,” The Beholder looks to be in his 40’s.
“I won’t let you destroy the city Vaug…” Julian suddenly says, as he waves away a waitress.
“HaHa… So you know who I am then.”
“I know you’re Vaug Hendrichs… I know you go by The Beholder,” replies Julian
“Who told you I was going to destroy the city?
“A little voice inside my head…” replies Julian.
The Beholder looks to be losing his patience.
“Voices eh… You should take something for that.”
“I’ve already had all that I can take… With this place,” Julian replies, prodding him on.
The Beholder is not impressed.
“Clever… But I think that it’s time that you go…” The Beholder says, and …
…he claps his hands loudly.
“Out of sight… Does not mean… Out of mind,” Julian spats out as two large security guards in white suits lift Julian from his chair.
“Remove him,” The Beholder simply states, no longer looking at Julian…
…he smacks his hand together again, and the young men return, and surround him.
Julian is dragged on his heals out of the party chamber.
JULIAN’S HIGHRISE APARTMENT BALCONY
He lights a cigarette and looks over the city… It’s started to rain.
“People die on this planet every day…”
“But it is not their choice…”
“Vaug singed his own death warrent tonight…”
“Julian won’t let him too off his leash…”
“But Vaug knows that… Which means…”
THE CITY DOCKS
Six men in black suits, with blood red shirts, step off a boat.
PICTURE CREDIT – Anime Boy
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“My name is Timothy Collins…”
“And I’m a Listener…”
A taxi cab tears down the road in the middle of New York City
In the back of the cab, an older couple argues
Driving, is the white haired, 23 year old Timothy Collins
“Today’s not a good day…”
“Today’s one of those days where I want to find a ravine, and drive right off into it, me jumping out, and leaving this couple in it…”
“Yeah today’s one of those days.”
“HEY KID, WE GOINA BE THERE ANYTIME SOON? OR ARE YOU TAKEN THE SCENIC ROUTE TO UP YOUR FARE…”
Suddenly Timothy pulls over, and brings the cab to a dead stop.
“Get out,” he says without demonstrating any remorse.
“What?” the guy in back replies
Timothy turns around, lights a cigarette, and flicks it at the couple, “I said get out!”
The couple shaken up, jumps out of the car, and as the guy reaches into his wallet to pay, Timothy has already torn down the road in his blue taxi… The Pharaoh as he calls it… One of a kind.
“As a cab driver, I go by the name Rex… All these identities… What’s the point.”
Ah yeah I remember… Sanity… I mean, who can really take being the same person every single day, in and out… No wonder so many people get lost in t.v…. They need an escape from being whoever they are all the friggen time… Not me, I just ride out 3 identities…”
Timothy pulls up to a highrise apartment building, scopes it out a bit, then gets out of his cab.
IN AN ELEVATOR
Timothy rides to the 22nd floor, where he gets out, and uses a card key to access his room.
He tosses his long black trench coat onto the couch.
“Now home I like…”
He checks his messages.
He then jumps over the couch, picks up the remote, and turns on the t.v.
“You didn’t really think I never watched t.v., did yah… But I don’t watch it for the same reasons…”
He flips it to the news.
“Car wrecks, shootings, political bullshit… Now that’s entertainment.”
Suddenly his face goes blank, and he drops the remote on the floor, and like being in a trance heads into his bedroom, leaving the news blaring in the background.
“Rex’s day is over… But Billy’s is just beginning.”
He goes into his closet and pulls out a pair of medical scrubs for his intern job…
Suddenly he freezes, and turns to look at the cell phone sitting on the mantle by his bead.
He tosses the scrubs on the bed and picks up the phone
“Looks like Billy’s calling in sick… It’s Julian’s time.”
When Stars drop from the sky
And Full of light
You should hold them till you die
Fill their lives
When Stars Fall past the moon
Break the barrier…
Start a new
Your eyes let me know straight away…
Held you close
Hope you stayed…
When you came into my life
I woke straight up…
From a clouded rain
When you shared with me the night…
It’s then I knew…
You could be mine
CHAPTER ONE – TIMOTHY COLLINS
New York City – New York
“My name is Timothy Collins…”
A sleek looking male, in a black trench coat, with white stylish hair, steps into a Starbucks
“And I’m a Listener…”
Inside there are a table of young girls laughing, Timothy himself is 23
He orders a hot tea, and makes his way out the door as quickly as he came in
The girls hardly get a glimpse of him, but seem to feel him as he walks by
They continue laughing and chatting
“There are three secrets that I will never tell anyone…”
“One would get me killed… And I’m not quite ready yet…”
“And one would send me to prison for 20 years.”
“The other would destroy anyone I’ve cared about in my life…”
“Of course at the moment… There are none.”
He enters a local hospital Emergency Room, and makes his way into the doctor and nurses locker room
“One of my identities is that of an Intern at an Emergency Room…”
“But no one truly knows who I am.”
“And I prefer it that way.”
“Evening Billy, how goes it,” speaks a different Intern looking Timothy’s way
Timothy looks over at him, but doesn’t reply
“I haven’t decided yet…”
“If I’m going to interact with people.”
Timothy gets up after putting on his Intern attire, and passes right by the other Intern
“Or if I”m going to change this place…”
LATER THAT EVENING
Timothy has finished his shift and is walking down the sidewalk
Suddenly he walks into traffic
“Sometimes I walk directly in front of taxis…”
A taxi headed right towards him screeches to a halt, “HEY BUDDY, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!”
Timothy goes back to the sidewalk, and continues on his way
“I like to keep them sharp…”
“They need to be sharp.”
“They are the stumbling feet of New York.”
“They are motion…”