X-Men Page #4
EXT. CABIN IN THE SNOW COVERED WILDERNESS - DAY
Smoke curling from the chimney, warm light emanating from
the window.
A well-worn pick-up truck parked axles deep in the snow,
the back filled with a cord of cut wood. A hand painted
scrawl on the door reads:
Firewood for Sales
A slope, just behind the cabin leading to a frozen lake.
PUSH IN SLOWLY TOWARDS THE CABIN. Ten beers sit cooling
in the snow outside the door. We hear LED ZEPPELINíS
ìBLACK DOG.î
INT. CABIN - DAY
Music thunders, quite a contrast to the surroundings. A
cosy little abode, showing signs of neglect, as though
decorated with a gentler touch that passed not too long
ago.
A large shelf replete with books. An electric mix from
Sun Tsuís The Art of War to Mark Twainís The Adventures
of Huckleberry Finn.
A fire burns in the fireplace. On the mantle sit a few
old black and white photos of a slightly younger Logan
posing with a group of HARD-CASE MILITARY TYPES in a
heavily wooded area. We can not tell if they are true
Military or simply mercenaries.
In the wall above the mantle, a sketch of a beautiful
woman.
And finally we come to the occupant of the house, sitting
at the only table in the center of the room. His back is
to us. His hair is coarse and black, sprouting wildly
from his head. He is LOGAN. We will come to know him
well. As well as we can.
Despite the loud, pounding music, he is working with the
meticulousness of a watch maker. At the same time, he
smokes a thick cigar. A tall bottle of beer on the floor
next to his chair. A SINGLE, SILVER DOG TAG hangs from
his neck from a battered chain. As we get closer, we
look over his shoulder and see what he is working on so
intensely.
Pencil rubs against paper furiously. He is sketching,
what we cannot see. But he is definitely caught up in
his own minds eye.
HIS HEAD SUDDENLY TURNS. He listens to something we
cannot begin to hear. A momentary pause, and he goes
back to sketching.
Just as he seems to be settling back into the details
again.
WHACK:
He reaches over and shuts off the music coming from the
box beside him. He listens.
He stands, turning around slowly in a circle. He drops
the sketch pad on the chair.
Only the crackle of logs in the fire.
LOGANíS P.O.V.
We follow his gaze around the room. Past the fire which
sounds suddenly like a blazing inferno, past the clock
which ticks as loud as clapping hands, past the simmering
tea-kettle which hisses like a seething cauldron.
Finally, he glances at the cigar which we hear crackling
nearly as loud as the fire.
Loganís senses are amplified many times more then ours,
he walks to the door.
E.C.U.
His nostrils flare.
He raises his fist beside his face. For a moment, it
seems as if he is just chinking. Then -- SHOOK - THREE
STEELY CLAWS some nine inches long, emerge inexplicably
from the skin just above Loganís knuckles.
Logan barley turns his head before.
BOOM:
THE WINDOW EXPLODES, letting in freezing wind and
billowing snow.
Logan is hit from behind.
The attack is so ferocious that we are unable to make out
the attacker. Whatever it is, it is HUGE. We can hear
it snarling and see flashes of its claws as it slams
Logan back.
EXT. CABIN - DAY
The front door SMASHES OPEN. The two combatants roll
madly down the hill obscured by flying snow.
Finally, we see Logan separate from his attacker and
CRASH THROUGH THE ICE of the frozen lake.
E.C.U. - A MASSIVE CLAW-LIKE HAND lifts into frame the
SHINING DOG TAG hanging from it. The tagís chain slides
off and too the ground.
UNDER ICE:
Logan struggles, already short of breath.
As he struggles -- water starts to fill his lungs. His
skin goes pale. He is drowning.
We hear an angry grunt as the thing starts to hunt for
Logan. It stalks across the ice, searching. We catch a
glimpse of shoulder, a CLAWED FOOT, a MANE OF HAIR.
UNDER ICE:
Loganís struggle has decreased somewhat as his strength
wanes.
CRACK:
The ice above Logan shatters as a clawed hand reaches
through.
A violent YANK. The ice gives way to the soaked and half-
frozen Logan.
The creature picks Logan up by his face, CUTTING DEEPLY
into his cheek, and holds him up like a rag doll. The
two are face to face. This is called SABRETOOTH. The
reasons are obvious.
Teeth like said animal and catís eyes to match.
A mutant, certainly a member of a class remote in the
extreme.
And then it speaks.
SABRETOOTH:
Itís not gonna be that easy.
Logan, half-drowned, opens his eyes and looks right at
Sabretooth as though heís going to say something.
Instead, a LUNG-FULL OF WATER comes shooting out.
With that, Sabretooth ROARS, as he hoists Logan up and
throws him. Logan flies nearly ten yards. He lands head
first.
Sabretooth skulks over to him.
With the sound of Sabretoothís breathing comes the rising
of the wind...
Snow from the ground begins to swirl in the bitter cold
air.
Sabretooth is nearly upon Logan now and the wind rises
further, until he must shield his eyes from the bitter
icy air.
As he approaches, we see a fresh cut on Loganís face
HEALING BEFORE OUR VERY EYES, leaving not so much as a
scratch.
THEN:
Lightning. No. Lightning is not red.
Sabretooth looks around, puzzled, then down at Loganís
motionless body. Then to his feet where a hole in the
The wind blows so violently now that he nearly misses two
figures standing only a few yards away - mere silhouettes
in the icy haze.
A closer look tells us it is a man and a woman, THEY WEAR
STRANGE UNIFORMS of form-fitting material - the man wears
a reflective visor that hides his eyes. The womanís face
is care revealing dark skin, penetrating eyes and unusual
white hair.
ANOTHER FLASH - one that seems to come from the manís
visor itself. An intense beam of red light.
Sabretooth looks down and sees the ice at his feet has
broken away.
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