INT. KITCHEN, JASON’S HOUSE – DAY
EMILY is sitting at the table, watching ZOE, who is standing at the worktop by the window, slicing mushrooms on a small marble chopping board. Requiem by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is playing on a small radio sitting on the windowsill.
JASON is laying in a crumpled heap on the floor, by the door to the hallway. Although he is in too much pain to get to his feet, he sits up and leans against the wall.
LILITH is standing next to EMILY.
That was just a glimpse of things to come, Jason. You’ll see it all soon enough.
She can’t hear you, Jason. I’m sure I’ve already told you that.
Can I cut the mushrooms, Mum?
No, baby, the knife’s too sharp. You can help me make eclairs later though. You can do the chocolate bit.
Thought you might like that.
LILITH sways in time with the music.
Haven’t you got better things to do? Other people you can go torment?
Yes, plenty, but I enjoy all who come my way.
What the hell does that mean?
Oh, the pathetic one-off killers, like you; serial psychos, obsessed with their kill tallies; power-crazed dictators who orchestrate the slaughter of millions. The list is endless because the thirst your kind has for death is never quenched. I have an appetite for you all, and my plate is always brimming. I don’t like to miss a morsel because sometimes the scraps are as tasty as the main course.
You’re putting me on a list with serial killers and the likes of Hitler?
Death is death; kill one or kill a million, numbers mean little in the infinite. You may come to understand. Then again, you may not. It doesn’t matter to me whether you do or don’t, but I do like to watch the confusion. To enjoy the moments, the little things. It’s intriguing how you all stumble from one moment to the next, such fragile creatures, and never knowing when your time is at an end. Take this moment, for instance. Look. Emily is so happy, spending time with her mother and waiting for her father to return home with a sugary bounty. She doesn’t know what her mother is about to do to her. In fact, her mother doesn’t even know what’s about to happen, either. It’s exciting.
My daughter’s death is not exciting, you evil bitch, it’s a tragedy. And you’re making her go through it again. If I get the chance, if I can find a way, I will kill you.
I call legions of demons to heel, Jason. What do you believe you can do? You wouldn’t be the first to threaten me with your wrath. I like the Roman emperors most of all; they have strong wills and offer the most amusing threats.
Latin obscenities still coming from the mind of one as I pulled the last bone from his gelatinous body. You can’t imagine how funny his thoughts sounded. Lying on the floor of his palace like a bag of vomit, unable to talk and still believing his wishes held sway. Some people just can’t grasp how powerless they are. I like the spirited ones. Most of the time you hateful creatures throw yourselves into submission, weak-minded and feeble. Breaking the broken is no fun at all. Now,
One more utterance from your lips, you puerile speck, and I’ll make this worse for you.
How can this get any worse? I didn’t see this happen back then; I don’t need to see it now.
No, you don’t need to see it, but it pleases me when you suffer. But if you’re going to fuss, I have something else for you to see…
EMILY gets down from her chair and walks over to JASON.
Oh, baby, thank Christ. Yes, Angel?
Shut up, she wants to watch me die.
EMILY slaps JASON across the face.
INT. JASON’S CELL, THE HOSPITAL – DAY
JASON is staring out through the bars of his window at the owl sat on the branch of a tree.
A MAN walks into the cell and throws a rope over JASON’S head.
JASON is brutally strangled, until his body goes limp and falls face-down to the ground.
Finish it you bastard.
The MAN falls knee first onto the nape of JASON’S neck.