The Second Beast


INT. A DARK ROOM TO AN APARTMENT. DAY

The room is disgustingly filthy. There is a small chalkboard hanging crookedly on one of the walls. Other than this, two mattresses on the floor and a table in the far corner of the room are the only two things furnishing the place. 

MR. WHITE, a young man in his twenties, sits at the table, almost in silhouette. His face is barely readable, but by the looks of his messy hair and unshaven face, it is evident that he is frazzled and disheveled. He breathes heavily, like an old man with heart problems. 

The table is empty, except for a small globe with a mini-civilization inside of it (a la Citizen Kane), a rotary phone and a big fat book. 

Suddenly, something clicks. MR. WHITE, staring at the globe, takes an object off of his lap and holds it to his head. It’s a gun.

Noise erupts in the hallway outside the apartment. Footsteps ravish some stairs and then a hardwood floor.

The door to MR. WHITE’S apartment flies open, letting light spill into the darkness. In the doorway is MR. BLACK, also a young man in his twenties, but we don’t ever see his face because he is in silhouette the whole time. He slowly walks into the apartment, catching his breath. He sees MR. WHITE sitting at the table in darkness. He gulps at the sight of the gun to his head.

MR. BLACK
Oh, God!...think about what you’re doing...

MR. WHITE’S eyes roll up from the globe. They just barely reveal a hint of madness.

MR. WHITE
Believe me...I have.

MR. BLACK takes a few steps forward, looking at the shitty apartment out of the corner of his eye.

MR. BLACK
Give me the gun...

MR. WHITE
Stay where you are.

MR. BLACK freezes in his position. 

MR. BLACK
Why do you wanna do this?

MR. WHITE takes his free hand off of his lap and reaches for the large book at the far end of the table. He picks it up and whips it at MR. BLACK’S chest.

MR. BLACK gets caught off guard, and barely has time to hold his hands out to catch it. Instead, he lets his chest take some of the blow.

MR. BLACK
Ugh...that hurt!

MR. WHITE
The truth hurts. Open up to the bookmark.

MR. BLACK shakily handles the book and sees the front cover. It’s a copy of the Holy Bible! He opens up to the marked page, way in the back section of the book.

When he gets to the bookmark he rolls his eyes. 

MR. BLACK
The Book of Revelations...

He looks back into MR. WHITE’S crazed eyes.

MR. BLACK
...these stories are poisoning your mind...

MR. WHITE ignores him.

MR. WHITE
Chapter 13 prophesizes the coming of two distinct beasts. 

MR. BLACK seems to be familiar with MR. WHITE’S biblical tangents.

MR. WHITE (CONT’D)
Verse 18...look at it.

MR. BLACK hesitates.

MR. WHITE (CONT’D)
Look at it!

MR. BLACK musters up enough guts to flip a few pages and locate the verse.

MR. WHITE gets impatient and soon decides to recite what he wants his friend to hear.

MR. WHITE
“This calls for wisdom. If anyone has the insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man’s number. His number is 666.”

MR. BLACK looks up from the bible in utter confusion.

MR. BLACK
What does this have to do with anything?

MR. WHITE
In Hebrew, all letters have numeric values. 666 was a code. It stood for a name.

MR. BLACK
What...???

MR. WHITE betters his grip of the gun and pushes it tighter into his temple.

MR. BLACK becomes more concerned about the gun than the bible passage.

He takes a few steps closer to MR. WHITE.

MR. BLACK (CONT’D)
Come on...give me the gun...

MR. WHITE
Shut up and listen to me! Look at my notes on the chalkboard.

MR. BLACK slowly turns to the chalkboard hanging on the wall.

There are several mathematical calculations. In clear view is an equation: Adolph+Hitler+Austria = 666.

MR. WHITE (O.S.)
That’s who the first 666 was. Hitler was the first beast.

By this time, MR. BLACK believes MR. WHITE to be insane. He is speechless.

MR. WHITE (CONT’D)
But he’s history. The second beast is what concerns us now. Nobody knows for sure when he’ll manifest himself. But all signs point to sometime in the 21st century...

MR. BLACK manages to force out some words.

MR. BLACK
Why are you telling me this?

MR. WHITE unglues the gun from his head and aims it right at MR. BLACK’S chest. 

MR. WHITE
I have reason to believe that you’re the second beast.

MR. BLACK’S heart contracts into a fist and releases endless amounts of adrenaline.

MR. BLACK
What?!

He starts backing up.

MR. WHITE
Don’t move!

MR. BLACK freezes.

MR. BLACK
What the...who do you wanna kill? Yourself or me?

MR. WHITE
All I want to do is eliminate a potential source of evil.

MR. BLACK
Why the hell do you think I’m the second beast?

MR. WHITE
I took the names of everyone I knew, translated them into the Hebrew numeric code.

MR. WHITE shakes his head in disgust.

MR. BLACK’S eyes glass over with fear. He starts to panic.

MR. BLACK
Why the...you have too much fucking time on your hands!

MR. WHITE ignores him.

MR. WHITE
Your name in Hebrew adds up to 666, just like Hitler’s. 

The sweat drips down MR. BLACK’S face.

MR. BLACK
God...I came here thinking you were gonna blow YOUR head off! You mean to tell me that this was all some sort of...sick trap?

MR. WHITE
Hitler killed 6 million Jews. God only knows what you’re capable of. 

He cocks the gun and gets ready to fire.

MR. BLACK covers his chest with his hands and pleads with MR. WHITE.

MR. BLACK
Wait a minute...how can YOU kill the beast? I mean...

He decides to play a long, hoping to save his life.

MR. BLACK (CONT’D)
...if the prophecy is right...God wants the beast to live. Who are you to overrule God’s will?

MR. WHITE shakes his head.

MR. WHITE
Read the verse again.

MR. BLACK shakily opens the book back up to Revelations.

MR. BLACK
“This calls for wisdom. If anyone has the insight, let him calculate the number of the beast-”

MR. WHITE cuts him off.

MR. WHITE
-I’m the first one wise enough to identify the beast. And I alone have the power to stop it.

MR. BLACK moves closer.

MR. BLACK
But a prophesy can’t be broken. 

MR. WHITE
Then I guess this is simply a test of Man’s free will. If I can kill you, then we’re truly free.

MR. BLACK
No, that’s bullshit! If you can kill me, then I’m NOT the second beast. You will have killed me for nothing!

These words strike a chord in MR. WHITE’S burnt-out mind. His eyes trail off to the side.

MR. WHITE
No...

MR. BLACK takes another step closer as MR. WHITE lowers his gun a bit.

MR. BLACK
Yes...

MR. WHITE runs his fingers through his disheveled hair.

MR. BLACK (O.S)
Face it...there’s no sure way to tell...

MR. BLACK takes one last step forward, now standing right beside the table.

MR. BLACK (CONT’D)
Come on...you think too much...you gotta let it go.

MR. WHITE doesn’t want to believe it.

MR. WHITE
I can’t!

He re-aims the gun at MR. BLACK’S chest, about to pull the trigger, but MR. BLACK lunges at it. They both wrestle for the upper hand, knocking everything off the table, including the globe.

The gun goes off. 

MR. WHITE bleeds out of the heart and gasps for air. He falls to the ground and dies.

MR. BLACK can’t believe what just happened. His friend, MR. WHITE, has just been killed and it was he that killed him. 

MR. BLACK takes a couple of steps back in shock, and hears a ‘crunch.’ He stops in his tracks and looks down to see what the ‘crunch’ was. 

It was the globe with the mini-civilization. He destroyed it with his foot.  

The sound of a ferocious dog barking from a nearby apartment startles him.

He takes one last look at the broken globe and runs the hell out of the apartment. 


THE END


 


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