True Insomniac

A man clad in black and in sunglasses walks down a
busy street, pushing his way through the crowds of
people.
Narrator: They tell me I died 20 years ago. I
shouldn’t be here, but I am. I am on this Earth for
one reason, and that reason is revenge.
The man walks into an alley, and turns around. He
pulls off his sunglasses.
The man (narrator): This is where I died.
He kneels, and takes a wilted rose from his coat
pocket, and throws it on the ground. He stands and
walks away.
Man: My life is nothing now. I am so weary, but I
cannot sleep. My body aches from the lack of rest,
but I cannot lay my body down and sleep. I am the
true insomniac. And yet, I am always aware. The lack
of sleep has not dulled my senses. I am an anomaly.
The man walks back into the street, which is
suddenly empty. Storm clouds rumble overhead. He
continues to walk on the sidewalk, and, suddenly, he
turns around. A bright light cuts through the clouds
and falls on him. He looks up to the light and
smiles.
Man: Is it finally my time? Will I now rest?
The light stops to shine on the man and retreats
into the clouds. Rain begins to fall. He gets on his
knees, still looking at the sky. He bows his
head.
Man: I am a cursed man, cursed to never die. It is my
fault, all my fault. I vowed to avenge my lover’s
death, and I’m still here, trying to avenge it. Will
I never sleep?
The final sentence echoes through the empty street.
The man stands and walks away. Images of his lover
go through his mind. A memory of her face he sees in
front of him, but when he reaches out to touch her,
she disappears, to be replaced by another memory. It
is the vision of a room plunged in obscurity. In the
room a man stands above his lover, a knife gleaming in
his hand. As the agressor brings the knife down, the
man sees an image of himself lunge towards the
agressor, but before he can stop it, the blade is deep
within her chest. She gasps as it forces its way into
her. The agressor knocks the man to the ground and
flees. The man rises from the ground and crawls over
to the woman, who is on the verge of death. He stands
up next to her, and holds her head in his hands.
Woman: Damien…Damien
Man: Elektra, don’t leave me…(shouting now) Don’t
leave me now!
Woman: I…I love you
Her eyes close for the last time. The man stands
up, a look of utter hatred on his face. He points to
the window where the masked man fled.
Damien: You will do, mark my words, you will die.
He takes his lover’s dead body in his arms and
carries her out the door, out into the street. He
carries her through a maze of cities until he
collapses on the ground, his body on top of hers. A
single tear runs down his cheek, onto her pale
face.
Damien: Elektra, I love you too
He closes his eyes, and presses his face close to
hers.
The man comes out of the trance like state, and the
street is full.
Damien: I am always haunted by these memories. They
are the reason I am not dead yet. I am consumed for
hatred for the man who killed her, and I will stop at
nothing to kill him in return. When I too was killed,
I was resurrected into this. A weary shell consumed
from the inside. Its eating at me. Sooner or later,
it wont be possible to live like this. I need sleep.
I need revenge.
He walks forward, pushing through more people.
After a while of walking, he turns and enters a dimly
lit bar. He walks up to the counter, takes a seat on
one of the stools, and orders a beer. A small, dirty
man with a pencil thin mustace walks up to him.
Man: Damien, I might have some information for you.
But it will come at a price.
Damien: Is it about...Elektra?
Man: It could be, it could be. Or about her killer.
Damien (a hunger in his voice): Tell me more
The man sticks his hand out, palm out, where he
expects Damien to put a wad of cash. Instead, Damien
grabs the arm, twists, and puts his hand on the
underside of the man's elbow.
Damien (a hiss): You tell me or I will break
your arms. Do you understand?
Man (in a cold sweat): Yeah, I got it, I got
it. My friends got access to the files on your girl's
murder.
Damien: I've seen them. There's nothing in there
that I haven't memorized. She was kidnapped and kept
in a closet for 2 weeks before I found her. Then...he
stabbed her straight in the heart, and she died.
She's...dead (a tear rolls down his cheek and he
releases the man's arm.)
Man: I know, but we saw some files you werent exactly
supposed to see.
The man pulls a few folded and dirty papers out of
his pocket and hands them to Damien. Damien reads
over them, and a look of surprise invades his
face.
Damien: They know where he is right now?
Man: Well, they knew where he was a week after the
murder.
Damien: Why didnt they tell me?
Man: There's nothing you can do about it now.
Damien: Oh but there is.
Damien pulls a wad of money from his pocket and
puts it in the man's hand. He then walks out of the
bar into the street. By now the sun has gone down and
the streetlights are the only light.
Damien, muttering to himself: Time for
revenge...


A girl of about 15 years of age is lying on her
back on the couch, reading a book. She passes her
hand through her chestnut colored hair and sighs. The
phone rings. She runs over to the phone and picks it
up. She smiles when she realizes that on the phone is
her best friend, Julia.
Julia: Hey there, what’s up?
Stefanie: Not too much, just thinking I guess. Do
you believe in resurrection?
Julia: Not really. You know I don’t believe in God.
Stefanie: I’m not talking about an act of God. I’m
talking about biological resurrection. Do you think
its possible? I mean, can the brain keep us alive for
an indefinite amount by keeping us from bleeding to
death? Like, maybe putting us in a very deep sleep?
Basically, is there anything that could bind us to
this Earth and keep us from dying?
Julia: I’m not sure about that…hmmm…I mean, I don’t
think its possible, but if it is I know that there are
things that can bind us to Earth. Like, if we love
somebody so much we can’t leave them or we have some
extremely important job that needs to be finished, it
could be done.
Stefanie: Yeah, I thought so…Well, anyway, I’m
hungry, so I’ll talk to you later.
Julia: Buh bye then Stef.
Stefanie: Yeah, bye.
She hangs up the phone and walks over to the
kitchen, where she takes a piece of bread and takes a
bite out of it. She stops for a moment, then eats the
rest. She walks back to the couch, where she lays
down on her back again. She stares at the ceiling for
a while, then closes her eyes.


Damien is at the airport, buying a coffee at one of
the shops. A voice is heard over the loudspeaker
announcing the departure of flight DP205 for
Washington DC. He hurries over to the gate, hands his
ticket to the ticket attendant. He looks at him,
looks at the ticket, then shrugs and hands him the
ticket stub. He boards the plane and gets in his seat
–seat 33A-, and takes out the newspaper from his bag.
He scans through the pages. Having found nothing of
interest, he places the newspaper back in his bag and
leans his head back against the head rest, his eyes
closed.
Damien: Finally, I’m on my way to revenge
The man next to him stars at Damien for a while,
then turns away when Damien opens his eyes and looks
at him. Damien closes them again, and the man next to
him reads a book.
Damien sleepily: Its finally time.
He falls asleep, a look of content on his face
End Part 1


Night has fallen. A man, submerged in the shadows,
is talking on his cellphone. Though he blends with
the shadows well, and though he is speaking in a
whisper, his voice echoes through the alley in the
silent night.
Man: Yeah, it's me
The man on the other end speaks, but it is
inaudible
Man: What do you mean he's back? He can't
be...Alright, I'll look out of him.
He hangs up and spits. He takes a cigarette out
his coat pocket, lights it, and inhales deeply. He
blows the smoke out into the chilly night air, and
walks away from the alley, all while staying in the
shadows.


A man walks into an old church decorated in the
late gothic style. He grabs a candle, lights it, and
sits in one of the pews with it held in his hand. He
stares intently at the flickering flame, which seems
to expand in his unwavering stare. Finally, he closes
his eyes and bows his head. He murmurs a few words
then looks back at the flame. Finally he looks up, at
the cross in front of him, and speaks.
Man: Tell me, good lord, have I done enough now?
Have I redeemed myslef?
There is only silence in the church
Man passionately: I will keep going then,
bannish from this Earth the direct descendents of
Lucifer, those that are tainted by the evil in their
blood.
There is still nothing but silence. The man gets
up, blows out the candle, places is back where he got
it, and walks out of the church.

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