COLOSSEUM'S CURSE

DRAFT I

WRITTEN BY ABDULLOKH A.

RUN TIME: 2 MINS MAX

INT. COLOSSEUM BARRACKS/WAITING ROOM EVENING

A barely lit room with torches being swallowed by the dark abyss the room holds. A crowd can be faintly heard from the outside, chanting and cheering. Skeletons, husks, and rotting corpses make up most of the back rooms, almost dropped off without care.

A large husking man, shirtless, humble, not a man of many words. It's ISAAC, his face masked by the shadow. He is meditating, almost concealing his mind from the outside world. A deafening silence, with sounds of war, blades clashing, and men shouting slowly erupting from his head.

Then ISAAC loses concentration for a quick second, when DECAYING HUMAN, with his bones sticking out, a symbol on his head glitching out, his eyes fighting for control for his body, is dragging himself near him with his only arm. He holds out, and shows a doodle to ISAAC he did with his torn flesh of a vaguely aquatic monster, that's also serpentine like.

DECAYING HUMAN

(dying breath)

Please...(coughing) Do it for

us...

And with his last drops of blood, he smears an “X” on the drawing, and passes out near ISAAC’s feet, the symbol gone, and a faint blue light resembling a soul gets released from his body.

The door in front of him opens to two guards, with the same static glowing symbol as DECAYING HUMAN on their heads. Both guards are in horrible condition, flesh and bones are visible, their clothes ragged and torn, almost like slaves.

INT. COLOSSEUM GATE ENTRANCE ROOM EVENING/DUSK

They take the ISAAC by the arms to the entrance of the colosseum’s gates. Rows of hollow workers start preparing to open up the large 3 story-tall double-sided gate.

A blinding flash of light starts pouring into the room, as the gates squeak, with the workers pulling rope. The guards struggle to signal him with their hands, and as to where to go. Roughly outside. ISAAC, still in the shadow, stepping into the light, makes his hesitant steps towards the gate, as it's still blinding light. With each step he took, the audience got louder and louder.

INT. COLOSSEUM BATTLE ARENA EVENING/DUSK

FADE OUT

ISAAC’s eyes were adjusting to the bright navy blue skies, the crowd cheering on, but something didn't seem right, the cheers sound forced, almost controlled by a puppeteer of some kind. The Colosseum being massive, almost two football stadiums roughly. And the same symbol on every attendee, glowing like stars on their heads.

The Colosseum battle grounds is almost densely littered with past warriors, fatal wounds varying from sliced body parts scattered, melted limbs, split skulls, the mangling of dried flesh and blood spread across the walls. The crowd goes silent involuntarily, across the field is an enormous dark corridor.

The ground shakes, out comes a colossal monster, matching the doodle drawn earlier. Almost thrice the size of ISAAC, the BEAST features an aquatic head with fins as its ears. Ravenous claws, embedded with venomous toxins. A leviathan body, with its legs snake-like. The BEAST poses for the audience, while ISAAC tries to find a weapon from the battlefield. He finds a shortsword next to a shield.

The BEAST feeding its ego looks over to the top of the colosseum, a KING, sitting on a crudely assembled throne. The KING’s best days have been long past, with the same cryptic glowing symbol on its head. He almost stumbles to stand up and allows the fight to proceed. His eyes given up entirely, his soul is tired.

The BEAST looks back down, eyeing down ISAAC, as he intends to play around with him for a couple minutes, then cleanly finish him off. A western stand still occurs. Each of them waiting for the other to move.

But when the BEAST blinks for a bit, ISAAC is nowhere to be seen, his spot filled with dust particles shooting away into puffs of smoke. Looking up, he is striking down with his sword and shield onto the head of the BEAST. But she avoids it playfully, tackles him with her tail. Somehow ISAAC manages to soften the blow and uses the sword to grind him to a halt.

The BEAST threatened, slithers down, with her claws pouncing onto ISAAC, but he holds up his shield, which loses its upper half from the acidity of the claws. ISAAC parries an oncoming second attack. The BEAST hisses at him, while striking him with unrelenting force, ISAAC managing to keep his guard up at every slice and poke, but the pressure is starting to get to him.

A bright flash appears, as the BEAST morphs and sharpens her arm. ISAAC narrowly escapes, but gets behind the BEAST, and starts to climb upon her back. The BEAST slams her back against a wall to try and crush him, but ISAAC is on top of her head, and penetrates her head.

The BEAST drops down, with a dead silence felt across the stadium, she lights up into a bright velvet red, with ghostly chains coming from her aura, the ‘links’ being attached to everyone in the colosseum except for ISAAC, break. Bodies start dropping dead from the audience, as they slowly perish into dust and mince. With their spirits going up. The KING is still holding on barely, with his last words...

KING

(dying breath)

Than..k... youuu...

He perishes, along with the curse these people were damned to. The ISAAC stands alone, the air louder than his raging thoughts, he is confused, alone, and looks into the distant sky. Surrounded by nothing. He doesn’t know what to do next.