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Sonic The Movie : Prt 2
MAX: Alicia its time.
Sally's eyes begin to tear.
Alicia doesn't answer. Instead she reaches into a pouch at her side and pulls out a compact yellow pocket computer. She passes it carefully to Sally.
ALICIA: This is Nicole. If you need help, she will guide you, but only if you take very good care of her.
Alicia smiles sweetly.
ALICIA: You'll see.
Sally takes Nicole in hand, still on the verge of breaking down but when she looks up it's with renewed courage. Just to have something of her mother's in enough.
OFFICER V.O: Whatever you're going to do, do it faster sir!
Down the nearly disserted street the shadows of spiders and human soldiers can be seen in the flickering firelight and billowing smog.
A blue blur blasts down the street and materializes before the startled host as a little seven-year-old blue hedgehog in red shoes and white gloves.
Max rolls his eyes.
MAX (Under his breath): Sonic
SONIC: This whole sudden war deal? Definitely uncoo
On Dark AdaptationsKilling Dreams or Nurturing Them?
I've been accused in several instances now of ruining or killing childhoods through my proposed reimaginings of classic shows and franchises as well as my interest in 'darker' versions of the same. It's a concern that has dogged me for some time as I try to strike a balance between darkening and deepening a concept without destroying the fundamental enjoyment of it or making it morbid.
Here I'll try to describe my thoughts on the matter, why I make reimaginings the way I do, and why I feel I'm attempting to nurture dreams, not kill them.
This is not meant as an attack and I'll alter it if I learn otherwise, but this is my explanation for now.
1: My Stories are still Dreams
When I reimagine Sonic say or when I support wholeheartedly American McGee's reimagining of Alice in Wonderland this is because these tales are still essentially dreams. Regardless of how dark a story becomes it remains quintessentially a dream; a looking glass land to inspire the im
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Ext. Knothole Detention Cells Night
Angel grumbles with her head resting on her hand. She's sitting on top of a straw mattress (a nice one) in the middle of a spare slat room with bars on the window.
Sally stands nearby holding a tray with a steaming kettle on it and several teacups.
SALLY: Care for a cup of tea? It helps me sleep like anything let me tell you!
Angel's tired eyes swivel to frown at her but she says nothing.
Sally becomes extremely self-conscious, her wide smile fixing on her lips.
SALLY: Yes you might wonder about your accommodations. Truth is we don't have any human sized dwellings because we've never had any human freedom fighters living with us. You understand.
ANGEL: It's a jail cell.
SALLY: To be more accurate it's a 'detention chamber'. Alice and Hunter built it.
ANGEL: So I'm a prisoner?
SALLY: You? Oh no. Actually we've never actually HAD a prisoner before. Never hurts to be prep (she pauses for a time, mind working furiously) um tea?
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Ext. Knothole Camp Grounds Night
Sonic's tired eyes flutter open to see Jane, hazy and indistinct, standing over him.
A little ways away Roy has just blasted the lock to a storage house and rushes inside, followed by Glib.
Jane can't help but be a little smug.
JANE: You little monkey. Why didn't you sound the alarm like a good little boy?
SONIC V.O: I didn't want the others to get hurt. Figured I'd deal.
JANE: Moron. We're not here for you. Any of you. All we want is the cylinder and the girl.
SONIC V.O: We're not selling either of those.
ROTOR O.S: Get your paws off me!
Roy walks back into Sonic's vision, gripping Rotor by the nape of the neck. He tosses him down roughly to the dirt.
ROY: We've found it.
Glib trots up, gleefully flourishing the cylinder.
JANE: And the girl? We need her for leverage.
GLIB: No sign in the huts, boss. The other 'freedom fighters' (snorts derisively) have been locked in their homes. We had to dart a few but they
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Outside the unbreakable window Black Hand MERCENARIES march door the stairs. At their head are Glib and Jane.
Behind them are Cutter and beside him Antoine.
Sonic, Sally, Tails, Hunter all glare but say nothing. They notice he's now where a black beret in the style of a Black Hand soldier.
JANE: Um sir. We don't know about the integrity of the testing chamber! We were going to run the virus trial with this wing closed off
Cutter raises his claw irritably and his lieutenant falls silent.
His voice is detatched. Somehow even though it carries no emotion there's a deeper feeling to it; so deep its more a threat then a statement.
CUTTER: I want to see the life leaving their eyes
Jane casts a worried look to Glib who maintains his scowl, but the rifle in his hands quavers.
JANE: I yes sir.
CUTTER: Come, Antoine. I want you to say goodbye to your little friends.
He places his hand on Antoine's shoulder and guides him to just before the window.
Antoine does not
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