ELIAS (CONT'D)(to the eagle)What are you lookin’ at? You lookin’ at me? Came to see the show, eh? Tell all your buzzard friends, I’m sure they will be interested... tomorrow.ELIAS(CONT'D)Oops... I forgot to write a suicide note. Something elegant for them to remember me by.Elias stumbles down the tree and staggers to the car and gets a pad and pen. He tries his best to write a legible note.
12.ELIAS(CONT'D)“To whom it may concern: My life is shit. I have decided that it will be better for me to do this, than to go through another day with the assholes that made my life shit. I’m proud of everything I’ve done. I have no regrets. I won’t have to worry about ever pleasing Sheila or Dimitri ever again. – Elias Davidson”He throws the pad and pen to the ground, and then climbs the tree. Elias slowly puts the loop around his neck and looks around one last time.ELIAS(CONT'D)What the fuck! I should have gotten the t-shirt.Elias awkwardly falls off the branch that he’d been sitting on. Suddenly things do not go as planned. As the shoelace stretches, Elias’ feet slam into the ground, instead of dangling him as he’d planned. Instead of breaking his neck, the thin string merely tightens around his neck. In the instant that he realizes that he isn’t dead, Elias panics as his trachea collapses and he cannot breathe. Although his toes are touching the ground, Elias is unable to get the string around his neck to loosen. His arms are flailing uselessly, and his feet are seemingly doing some sort of grotesque dance as he tries to maintain his balance on the muddy ground. As the blood flow to his brain comes to an abrupt stop, the panic increased, and he is unable to think clearly.The only thing that his fading, blood-starved brain is sure about is that he’d definitely changed his mind about wanting to die. He was in pain, and he felt the life slowly leaving his body.With his vision blurring as he fades into unconsciousness, he thought he saw something. An angel coming toward him, on an unearthly white horse.The horse comes to a halt, and RHIANNON slides off the horse’s back. RHIANNON, late thirties, dark skinned, athletic, with long hair down to her waist, moves gracefully like a wild animal.Elias’ face has turned ghostly white. His lips are dark blue and the small blood vessels in his eyes have begun to burst. The last thought he has as he fades is that his angel has a knife at his throat.
(MORE)13.INT. RHIANNON’S TENT - MORNINGElias lies on layers of blankets and deer pelts. He is surrounded by silk pillows of various colors. He is in a large canvas tent. There are several white candles burning on small pedestals around him. An incense burner with 4 burning sticks smokes near his head. He has terrible red, bloody marks around his neck, surrounded by large areas of blue bruising. He is unconscious, but the color has returned to his face, and although a bit labored, he is breathing. A necklace of purple and clear crystals has been placed around his neck.