Feast Page #11

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Beer Guy hands Good Guy a splintered broomstick.

GOOD GUY:

Stand back.

He buries the broomstick into Junior's side and carries the

limp carcass towards a covered hole in the wall.

GOOD GUY:

Let's get that board down.

Roadie pries off a board to reveal a pumpkin sized hole.

HEROINE:

What the hell you doing?

Good Guy shoves Junior's mangled body through to the outside.

GOOD GUY:

Showing superiority. The scent of

their dead may drive them away.

The whole bar moves to the side wall to see how the Beast

Family will react.

GOOD GUY:

Come on. Come onnnnnn.

GOOD GIRL:

Is there a call, or something?

Bozo leans forward.

BOZO:

See that you monkey fucks! That's

what you get when you mess with us!

Woman or man, I don't give a f***!

Sh*t don't make me gay, you'll be

sucking my dick!

Bozo's last insult hangs in the air. Good Guy stares at him.

PARA:

Nice...

EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

WHOOSH! Junior is swiped from the hand made pike.

INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

Good Guy jerks back. The startled group refocuses as the

Father Beast perches under the moonlight before them cradling

his dead child.

The other Beast Family members slowly approach Junior. For

the first time, the others in the bar get to see what they're

up against. And just as Heroine said, they're an odd mix of

white fur, teeth and claws.

Papa Beast is gentle and it's almost endearing. Teen Beast

Bows his misshapen head. Momma Beast takes Junior in her

arms and nuzzles him.

GOOD GIRL:

It's working. I think it's working.

INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

The whole group starts to ease.

Then... Papa Beast HOLLERS.

EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

From deep in his soul, Papa Beast lets out a HORRID WAIL.

If there were anyone alive for miles around, they'd be able

to hear him.

The group covers their ears.

Then, something really odd happens. Momma tosses Junior in

the air, opens her wide jaws, and SWALLOWS HIM WHOLE.

INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

Boss Man pulls his .38.

BOSS MAN:

Good christ! They're cannibals!

EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

Papa Beast moves behind Mamma Beast and, despite the fact

that everyone is watching them, they go to work making ANOTHER

CHILD.

INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

GOOD GUY:

(pure shock)

Oh... my... god.

EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

Yes, Mamma Beast and Papa Beast are having MONSTER SEX.

INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

BOZO:

Dude, they're f***in'!

EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

Unlike humans, Papa Beast finishes and the birth cycle lasts

all of thirty seconds. Momma Beast's belly balloons up and

she squats.

POP! A SLIMY OBJECT the size and shape of a vacuum cleaner

drops from her.

INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

Para's amazed.

PARA:

Wow!

Good Girl VOMITS.

EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

The slimy object twitches and then SPLITS in half. The two

halves spring appendages and raise their heads. The TWIN

SISTER BEASTS have been born.

Papa moves forward and cleans off his new baby girls. The

Beast Girls look at the bar and hiss in unison.

INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS

Heroine's eyes bulge.

HEROINE:

Get back!

SLAM-SLAM! The two hissing Beast Girls strike the bar front.

Roadie shoves that board back over the hole.

Good Guy is holding back the still heaving Good Girl's hair.

BOZO:

Any more ideas Animal Planet?

BEER GUY:

You weren't helpin'.

BOZO:

Go douche.

BARTENDER:

What now?

ADULTERER:

We're stuck in here. That's what.

Heroine eyes the bar's many weakened points. Boss Man

addresses Heroine.

BOSS MAN:

We've got some tools, and extra planks

in the back, if we're on the same

page.

Heroine addresses the group.

HEROINE:

Let's work.

MONTAGE OF LOCKING DOWN THE BAR

Various hands find tools and spare boards. Various patrons

find more tools in the bar's tiny kitchen and in bar cabinets.

Nails sink into wood. Hammers strike.

Tuffy cleans her son's blood from her body, sobbing.

More boards up. Debris cleared. Heroine duct tapes a knife

to her right boot. Doors are barricaded.

The torn apart bodies, wrapped in table cloths, are dragged

to the kitchen cooler. Hammers hammer. Saws saw.

Heroine places a board against a wall beneath Goldie as he

hammers a nail. Goldie tries to take a look down Heroine's

tank top. Goldie HAMMERS his thumb. Screams.

Wounds are tended to.

More debris shuffled. Hammer. Board in place. Kitchen cooler

shut. Nail sinks. A saw cuts.

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