Final+2+The+Rat+Trap


 * Scene 1 - 5th draft- Maria Tower**

It was a gloomy, windy, quiet day in London, England as Charlie was walking to the Rat Trap Factory where he worked. He had his long trench coat snuggled over his tall, firm build and his tan colored burney hat covering his sleek brown hair. He strolled along the cobble stoned street where the few wealthy men with cars inched by him. You could hear the rustling of leaves as they fell from trees and the birds chirping above as they flew south for winter. Charlie squinted his eyes as he saw something flying in the distance. It looked like a tiny bird flying aimlessly through the wind, making Charlie smile. The smile drifted away as he glanced down at his copper pocket watch that read 9:05am. He then picked up his pace for he was five minutes late for work. Out of the corner of his green sparkly eyes he saw the bird coming straight at him. Before he could react, the bird smacked him right in the face. Simultaneously, he came to a complete stop coming to realize that it wasn't a bird at all, it was just a newspaper. He then began to crumple the paper until he caught a glimpse of the words RAT TRAP FACTORY written in big, black letters in the front. Shock and curiosity ran through his mind as he started to unravel it. "Could it be?" Charlie murmured under his breath. The word "death" sent chills down his spine. His eyes grew bigger and his hands began to shake as he read through the article. "One man reported dead at the Rat Trap Factory. The body was found 12am, November 7. Detectives report gnaw marks on his legs and arms. Cause of death still unknown. ...." Flabbergasted, Charlie lifted his head hoping this wasn't true. He shook his head in disbelief thinking "Bloody hell, another death! Things aren't what they used to be" He neatly folded the wrinkly newspaper, stuck it in his pocket, and continued to walk to work. disheartened


 * Scene 2, Daniela Mora and Lucia - 4th Draft**

As Charlie came into view of the factory, the woman at the entrance turned and smiled. There he was, running down the street, his feet hitting the pavement with a thump. His brown hair was bobbing up and down, covering his gorgeous green eyes. Mildred’s breath quickened as he got closer, her heart palpitating so fast she thought it would burst out of her chest and fall into his arms. Before she knew it there he was, right in front of her. “Im….sorry” Charlie said between breaths, unable to catch air. “My cloc’ wouldn’ ring dis morning, please don’ ma'k me” he smiled, pleadingly. “We-ll I-I gu-guess” she stammered as though she had just run a mile. She cleared her throat and began again “Well I guess dat doesn’ matta” she blushed a little “I mean, who eva died for being 15 minutes late?” with that she leaned in, so close to him that she could feel his heartbeat and whispered “We’ll just pre’end this neva happened”. She then smiled at him, and winked as she took his card, and checked him in… as early. “Thanks alo’ Mildred, i’s means a lo’ to me”,He said. Then he saw her, coming toward him, her long black hair moving in the cold wind, his love, his one and only, Star Rellik. “Well, hullo” Star pronounced smiling sweetly at Charlie, kissing him on the cheek. He felt something cold as she did this and looked down to see a little silver ball incrusted in her nose; coming to realize it was nothing more than her nose ring. “Hi” Star murmured coldly at Mildred. Tom, a dear friend of Charlie's, and Star and Mildred's lonely co-worker walked into the office even later than Charlie. “Well Tom” began Mildred, “yeh’re tardy again.” She shook her head disapprovingly, and marked him late, for the third time that week. Mildred had never cared for Tom, there was something suspicious, sneaky about him. Besides she, was not a patient person, and Tom just put her nerves on the edge. “Bu’ common Mildred” he groaned in annoyance, “I wasn’ even tha’ la’e, plus Charlie was late too”. “Im sorre Tom, can’t make more exceptions,” responded Mildred, standing her ground, she knew Tom was getting angry, she could tell by the way his eyes grew bigger and bigger. “I’s the rules,” she continued, shrugging her shoulders. Tom paced around the entrance nervously, muttering curse words. Finally he moved toward the desk and said: “I know wha’ you’re problem is” he announced “You’re a fat old bloated cow who make’s everyone’s life miserable." Mildred would not take it, she stormed out from behind the desk, put one finger on Tom’s chest and said, “Well who a'e you to speak, huh? Yor'e the creepiest persun alive, who has no friends at oll”. Charlie was about to step in, but as soon as he was going to, Star pulled him back. “What do you think you’re doing,” Star whispered. “But he’s my friend,” answered Charlie, dignified. “I mus’ do some’hing”. “Just leave them alone Charlie,” snapped Star rudely, taking hold of his arm, so hard it made Charlie wince. “Tom’s a big fellow, he can fend for himself”. She then let go of his arm briskly and smiled to herself, enjoying the scene before her. <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">“Why are you soo obnoxious?” hollered Tom, who was still upset. “You know how haurd it is for me! And I live da fardes’ away! Besides you know that if I'm late one more time they're gonna cut my pay! And you know better than anyone that I need the money!” <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">“I already told you,” exclaimed Mildred, exasperated “I’s the rules! Now ge’ your bloody self ou’ of my office!” Her face became red as she said this, and Star couldn’t help but snicker at the sight. <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">At that moment Mildred turned and saw Charlie heading toward the factory entrance. She wanted to stop him and apologize, to tell him that she didn’t mean to do this, that she was not normally like this, that she was a nice person, but with Tom always around, it was so hard for her to keep her patience. <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">“You will regret this,” whispered Tom, under his breath as he headed toward the entrance, his eyes twitching just a bit “You will pay." He was about to walk out the door when he stopped abruptly and turned around, a smile plastered across his face. He strode toward Mildred, swift as a cat, and moved close to her, so close he could feel her sweat and said: “Oh and by the way Mildred, people can <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">die for fifteen minue’s”. He then glided toward the door, leaving Mildred, shaking, cold as ice.


 * Scene 3 - Leila Draft 5- Mildred's Death**

As the clock struck 12:15, the news spread like an epidemic through the factory, traveling through mazes of whispers and cries and tears and then coming to rest in the ears of our very own Charlie Burkes. Mildred was dead. There were rumors of how it happened of course, but none seemed likely. Charlie wondered if Mildred had been stabbed various times with a butcher knife as some claimed? Had she gone to take out the garbage and gruesomely attacked by a rabid dog? Had someone attacked her with long bloody nails, scratching at her body over and over? But none of those theories seemed just right, for Charlie heard that Mildred was found with an array of gnawing marks running down her forearms and pants. That blood spouted from her open mouth like a fountain. That her eyes were rolled back to reveal milky, white pupils and that her face was contorted into an expression of the purest fear. A scream caught in the back of her throat. A cry strangled by her death. At 12:25, Charlie rushed to the scene of the crime just in time to find Star Rellick sitting silently in the corner, propped up against the industrial walls, staring. A few shaking factory workers circled Mildred J. Beckon’s body. Charlie peered over their heads. The corpse was sprawled across the floor, leaking rivers of crimson liquid, which flowed out of her body like an open faucet. Gushing. Charlie Burkes opened his mouth and screamed. At 12:30, the entire factory gathered around Mildred J. Beckon’s corpse and stood in an ominous silence, murmuring to each other. “She wasn’t even 30 years.” “Mad world we live in. Mad.” “Who could’a done’ it?” At 12:35, people began getting suspicious of each other. No one was to be trusted. “’Ey Joe. We di’nt see you at the check in hall. Maybe you were comin’ up with mu’der plan!” “Blimey Ed! You’re a Lia’! You we’re the one gone during check in. It was probably you!” “But wha’ abou’ Gordon who doesn’t fancy Mildred at all! He probably done’ it.” “Tom had a fight with her this mornin’” a pretty voice whispered. Everyone turned to look at Star Rellick in surprise. “’Ey shes righ’! I heard abou’ that!” “Its true, its true!” “Good reason to kill, ‘ey Tom?” A worker questioned with a sly grin. “I DID NOT murder Mildred! I would never bloody murder anyon-“ Tom started. But was interrupted by the same pretty voice saying, ”We ‘aven’t seen you since this morning.” “Hey she’s right.” “I swear I di’nt see him after check-in!” “I di’int do it! I swea’! I promise! Please!” Tom screamed. The factory workers advanced, spitting insults. Star Rellick smiled. “STOP IT! Stop it all ye’ blokes! I was with Tom since the mornin’. He couldn’t have done it.” Charlie Burkes stood in the middle of the crowd holding his hand up high. Tom sent him a quick, grateful grin and rapidly scampered out the room, leaving the doors swinging behind him. The factory workers reluctantly left their accusations hanging dead in midair. But now a new question had evoked for them. If Tom didn’t kill Mildred, who did? And then in half panic they realized that the murderer was still somewhere in the factory. Not caught. Not convicted. And the truth that they all

Scene 4, Isabella, draft 4 After Tom had abruptly left the room, and the doors had stopped swaying back and forth, Star was the first to speak. "Well, wha' ya think about tha', eh Charlie?" Charlie just concentrated on his work, still not liking the fact that everyone was fussing at Tom, even when Charlie told them to stop, he also didn’t really want to argue with the love of his life, so he just replied with, "Em, yeah. Bu' I still don't think i' was Tom. He would nevah hu't a fly." Charlie didn't like arguing with Star. If they were ever going to get past just being friends, they would have to agree on most things, especially big things like this. "Well, he would nevah hu't a rat eithah," this little remark made everyone who heard it chuckle under their breath. "Ay, dont be so ha'd on 'im. Sure he has a pet rat and 'e's always spi'in out rat facts, bu' he's a good man. Like I said, he would nevah hu't a fly or a rat for that mattah, and I dont want you oll pickin' on him so much." This made the entire room fall silent. No one knew what to say, no one except Star, she always knew what to say and she seemed strangely fascinated in this particular subject. "Ri' then Charlie, who do ya think i' was, eh?" Star asked, raising one eyebrow a bit. "If you ah so sure it wasnt Tom, then who else could it be? Think abou' it, would ya? Tom was the only pu'son in this entire room who don't like Mildred. For God's sake, he would a'gue with her every bluhdy day.” “Its jus' Tom's my friend, I dont think we can pin the blame on anyone qui'e ye'. Jus', jus' drop it, kay?" Charlie said. At that everyone stopped talking about it except Star. "Charlie, lis'en tuh me," Star said in a hushed tone, waving her hand signaling Charlie to lean in closer. "Whe'e do ya think Tom was those five extrah minutes aftah break, eh?" Charlie shrugged, "I dont know, the bothrum?" Well," she exclaimed, "I think I saw 'im wo'k to the front of the factory whe'e Mildred wo'ked. Wha' do ya think abou' tha'?" Charlie really did not want to agree with her, but she //did// have all the facts. So he simply said. "But how strange ri'? Gna' ma'ks oll ovah her boday. How did those ge' the'e?" Trying to change the subject. Star replied with a very stern, "You we'e ri', we should stop to'king abou' this. Y-you know, so Tom won' 'ear us, t-tha's why we should stop." And then she began to work again, but Charlie noticed she wasn't being herself. She normally worked so smoothy, like she was a pro at it, but now she was being very awkward and twitchy. Charlie thought he could hear her mumble comments about Tom under her breath, in the silent room, but he thought it was better to just ignore her and continue with his work.


 * Scene 5, Draft 4 Samantha Ward**

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Silence was evident during the afternoon shift. Only gears and conveyor belts made slight, yet loud, creaks. Star and Charlie toiled on as Tom returned to the line. An aura of discomfort floated around their station. Tom’s rat, Scabbers, was the only company he had in a crowded factory. =====

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Charlie, as his best friend, knew of Tom’s fondness for rats but he didn’t understand why he worked to make death traps for them. He never asked though, he nor anyone else, wanted to listen to Toms rant, although it was inevitable. Tom was the kind of man who rode alone; fond of company, but not the usually the human variety. =====

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No one said anything; no one knew what to say. Charlie shuddered at the thought of rats taking over his beloved country. He was also frightened by Tom’s raising level of strangeness. He liked Tom but he was beginning to really act abnormal, to a level that made Charlie question their friendship. =====

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“ You //would// think so.” Tom whispered under his breath, in a soft tone only Scabbers could here. He squeaked back and Star gawked their way. The truth was Tom thought there was something a little ratty about Star. Something he couldn’t comprehend. Star had an odor, a smell of rodent. Tom didn’t know how he could smell it, nor how he could explain the smell, he just knew it was there. =====

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Now silence was even more evident. Charlie, himself, had been rather quiet that day. Star’s aucusations of Tom had left bitter thoughts in his mind. “Maybe Star was right? Maybe Tom really was the killer?" =====

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Charlie’s mind begun to spin like the gears in his machine. “Tom has always been a little strange, a little off the beaten trail. Could he have committed such a sin? Is he really a sly and foul person? But how would Star know? She always knows what is going on, she always has an answer for everything.” His gears began to spin faster. “Nothing is wrong with Stah. Shay is the love of my life. She is beautiful, kind and looving. But Tom is my frien’. Yes, he is a little peculier but a true friend he has always been.” =====

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All of a sudden all the gears stopped. Scabbers had fallen onto the line. His leg hit one of the traps and snapped instantly in half. Little trickles of rat blood began to flow across the machine. Tom cried out but Star cried louder. She fell grabbing //her// leg. Immediately Tom reached for Scabbers, as Charlie reached for Star. =====

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Charlie bent down and heroically scooped Star’s delicate body. She continued to clutch her knee as Tom finally freed the limp, gray rat. Everyone watched, stunned, as Star was taken to the infirmary. To her fellow factory workers, Star was brave. Only one being knew the truth and he couldn’t tell anyone. =====

Draft Six <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;">The bell rang loud and echoed throughout the factory. It was finally snack time. The hallways became crowded as a slow moving mass of tired men headed for the meal hall. Charlie walked with slow, heavy steps, and was one of the first to arrive at the door. He went to the food line, where a single woman now had to take care of all the workers’ demands, and got a full mug of beer to ease his nerves. He sat on an old metal table with two wooden benches on the sides, and greeted his mate Tom as he sat on the opposite bench. Soon the table was almost full, except for a spot Charlie saved next to him for Star, who arrived a little late (according to her, the nurse took a long time to examine her knee). Charlie dug his right hand deep in his pockets. He took out his snack, wrapped in the same worn tablecloth he used every day, reached for his hard bread and ham sandwich, and left his oatmeal biscuit aside. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Oi, mate, can I have that biscuit of yers?” Tom asked, looking straight at it. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “As always, the bum fo’got to bring his snack. What happened now, huh? Did Scabbers eat it in the morning?” Star never liked the fact that Tom was always borrowing things from Charlie, especially when he didn’t give them back. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Ye know, rats share everything among themselves, unlike you, Stah.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Shut up, ye fat ol’ pig!” Star wouldn’t let Tom have the last word. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Can’t ye just stop arguing, please? Yes, mate, you can have that biscuit.” Charlie was tired of Star’s comebacks, even though he loved her with all his heart. He rose from his seat, and went to refill his beer mug. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> As Tom flavored the biscuit, Star grew even angrier. She never liked him, and she always had her doubts about him. Today, she decided to finally share her suspicions with him. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “So, Tom, where were ye after morning break? Ye arrived fifteen minutes late.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “I already told ye. I went to the front of the factory to take some air for meself after morning break.” Tom was quite cross at his description, since he hadn’t forgotten about Star’s earlier remark about his whereabouts. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Only one mo’e question. Wasn’t Mildred ‘round there, too?” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “I really don’t know, Stah. My only company there was ol’ Scabbers. Now, why don’t ye just keep yer questions to yerself?” Tom was really //not// enjoying Star’s questions. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “I don’t know, Tom, if I can believe yer version. Ye and Mildred were at the same place, at the same time…” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “What are ye insinue’ting, ye bloke?” Tom’s patience with Star’s suspicion was over. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “That ye were at the same place Mildred was, at the same bluhdy time, and that ye came out all right, while ol’ Mildred’s corpse came out in a bag.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Aye, Stah’s right!” One worker yelled. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “He ha’ gotten in a fight with Mildred earlier, hadn’t he?” Another worker remarked. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> Soon, the entire hall was filled with cries of “Murderer!” and Tom tried to defend himself in vain. Charlie left the line for the drinks in a hurry, and he rushed to assist his friend. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Ye know what? I could’ve just killed ye, Stah, ye fat, good for nothing buttock!” Tom yelled at the top of his lungs, filled with rage. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> Charlie stopped short. Could it be that…? Could Tom have actually… killed Mildred? The entire room was silent now. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Ye know I didn’t mean…” Tom staggered, “I didn’t mean that I… Charlie, ye know that I would nevah hut a fly!” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> After a long pause, Charlie finally opened his mouth: <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “How could ye evah do such…such…such a horrible thing, mate?” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “But I didn’t do it! I swear!” Tom cried, tears running down his cheeks. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Liar!” The workers yelled, and one even threw his beer mug at Tom. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Ge’ ou’!” Star hollered at him. “Or we will call the police!” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"> “Don’t bothah,” Tom answered. “I will go there meself, and see who thay believe in!”
 * Scene 6, Draft Six (I put draft five at the scene six page) Eduardo Schahin, **

<span style="display: block; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;">**//Scene 7- Gustavo Angulo (draft 4)//** The streets of London were misty that night. The only person visible miles away was Charlie. He had been walking down the same street for a bit over an hour now, and his feet had begun to get tired, but he had to keep walking. He had to stop Tom from accusing Star as a serial killer. Charlie was trying to find the street Tom was living in, and he had to find it quickly. He knew that Star’s life could be ruined if he did not talk to Tom. At last he came to a street that Tom had mentioned he lived in. He walked down it and noticed that all the houses had their lights turned off, even though it was 9 pm. He heard a tiny noise behind him and rapidly turned around. “Oh, it’s just a bloody rat” he told himself, though he had been extremely scared by the noise. Charlie despised those dam rats. Finally he reached what he thought to be Tom’s house. The gloomy appearance of the house sent a chill down his body. The house seemed abandoned, and he began having second thoughts if this was Tom’s house. He rehearsed once again what he was going to say to Tom, even though he had practiced what he was going to say on the way there over and over again. He looked like a loony talking to himself out there. He took a stepped in front of the door.


 * Gary Hartman draft 4 **

Charlie opened the rusted and wooded barrier. Charlie swung open the door and looked into the room. His face turned pallid, drops of sweat running down his neck, and eyes wide open. Charlie’s hands were shaking, his face scrunched. Charlie didn’t breath for a minute until his brain finally took in the image of his best friend Tom,hung by his neck from the ceiling of his house with a big, brown, gnarled rope. Charlie was disgusted, Toms head was hanging down, blooding pouring from his mouth ran down his chest and made a small puddle of blood on the floor. Toms wasn’t wearing a shirt, Charlie could see scratch marks running down Toms chest. Charlie took a close look at Toms body he noticed that there were little red marks on Toms body they looked more like small bites, small hard bites. Charlie noticed that the floor was dirty which was awkward because Tom was a neat freak. Charlie could smell a perfume, which puzzled Charlie because it was a perfume for a woman, but Charlie also recognized the perfume but couldn't remember were he had smelled it before. Charlie could feel and hear the wind blowing through the house, it sounded as if the wind was coming from the back door, which Tom never used because he didn’t like to go into his back yard. Charlie looked down and found Toms eyes on the ground witch wasn't a big surprise because he had noticed that Toms eyes were missing as soon as he saw his body. There were a lot of things that were awkward and didn’t make sense, but Charlie couldn't figure out who would do this or if Tom had done this to him self


 * <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;">Scene 8 Sidney Velado Draft 6 **

As the door creaked open, Charlie turned around, stupefied. There stood a figure, a slim figure of a lady with her hair waving in the chill London wind. As he looked up, Charlie squinted to make out the silhouette in the distance. Time stopped. Something wasn’t right, something was out of place. Shaking, Charlie felt an ice cold wind. A dark, evil, and cold aura filled the room. He quickly scrambled to his feet, constantly tripping over himself. He didn’t know what was happening, but he was sure it wasn’t good. That’s when the lady made her move. In one instant, she was almost on top of him. Up the creaky stairs he ran, right after kicking the horrible lady in the stomach. It was a horrible sensation, as if she had a bunch of bodies in her. He kept running from the unknown to the unknown. As he reached the top of the flight of stairs, he stopped to listen, for he dared not to look back. A small sound, first only a whisper, as if tiny little feet were scurrying, their little nails scratching the old wood floor. It got louder and louder, Charlie kept moving, even more frightened not knowing which mysterious but certain death would await him if he didn’t escape. Charlie ran quickly, puzzled over who or rather what was after him. He kicked the door open to reveal what appeared to be Tom’s room, nothing but a bed, a broken radio. Charlie got inside the room and bolted the door only second before meeting resistance. He was trying to find where to hide, finding nothing. As something or rather somethings started bashing the door, He decided to escape through the window, the door was about to give away. He tried open the window. Jammed. He punched the window, getting glass between his knuckles. The door opened with a SLAM! and without thinking twice Charlie jumped. But he wouldn’t give up, not until he was safe back home. He looked back at the window, surprised to see nothing. But, he still felt uneasy, as if this wasn’t over yet. He decided to be cautious, at least until he was somewhere safe. He rushed home, stumbling over his bruised body.

As Charlie got home, he sat on his bed to breathe, but mostly to think, his heart was beating. Fast. He felt his heart would burst out of his chest, he had to find some answers .Fast. This case was too much for him alone, he couldn’t take it. This had to go to somebody higher up. Charlie grabbed his coat and was about to left for the police station, He walked for 12 minutes, Only to hear the little sound of the paws scurrying again. He started to panic, his heart racing again, he checked up, then to the left, then to the right. Nothing. Then Charlie looked down, into the sewer right on the sidewalk he was on. He fell back with the force of the push that came within. As he lay in the floor he looked back to see his attacker, he was about to recognize the slick silhouette when the woman opened her mouth. As he stared in terror, at those horrible rat like teeth. But what really scared him was what came out. As he stared, a giant gray body came out of the mouth, then to then 3 and soon dozens. Charlie finally recognized the woman but by then it was to late. Everything he tried to scream was drowned by a thousand gray bodies devouring him.

Alex Fleisch Draft 5 Mix with Michael's newspaper part
It was a dark, cold November night. There was no moon and the wind was quite strong. Star was walking home from work at the factory with her long grey overcoat on. The street lights flickered every now and then, and the buildings around her cast eerie shadows all over the street, but she just kept on walking. Huddling up in her over coat with her hands deep inside her pockets, a newspaper clipping whirled by. Star picked it up with her small pale hands.

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"The factory around the corner of the block where the bread store named Hedrick’s Breads is has experienced yet another tragic murder. After several incidents that were documented, all were reported having gnawed marks all over the bodies. Charlie Burkes is dead. His funeral will be held on November 17th.”-- =====

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Star smiled. Her mouth opened slightly, as if to chuckle, but no sound came out. But still her mouth stood open. A long pink tail whipped out of her mouth as quick as lighting. Star's eyes darted wide open she and snapped her mouth shut. She scanned around to see if anyone saw, but the street was abandoned as it always was at 9:30 on a night like this. The lady, known as Star to her fellow friends, stuffed the article in her overcoat and kept walking through the cold foggy night of Friday, November 13, 1864. =====

Scene 9- Michael S final draft <span style="color: #5400ff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">A newspaper clipping blew across the cloudy and slightly moon-lit sky whirling around trees in the night of the London streets. Then it landed under the light of a foggy lamp post. Laying in wait, the information on the paper was a grim, tragic news. It was a long time until a figure in the fog was coming out of the thick, soupy air. A woman walked out of the shadows and passed the piece of newspaper, ignoring it. She turned to look back at the small clip under the flickering light. Then started reading the newspaper with difficulty in the dimness of the whale oil candle lamp post, and it said //<span style="color: #5400ff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">“, the factory around the corner of the block where the bread store named Hedrick’s Breads is has experienced yet another tragic murder. After several incidents that were documented, all were reported having gnawed marks all over the bodies. Charlie Burks is dead. His funeral will be held on October 17th.” // <span style="color: #5400ff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> These words had an important meaning to the woman. She slowly let go of the clipping, let it sway to the floor calmly, and grinned a satisfied smile. Then she burped a furry tail, which didn’t make it out her mouth, and stuffed it back in her throat in such a horrible manner that even flies would be disgusted. For the woman’s eyes were yellow with a red iris, as maroon as the colors of anger fused with the colors of love. She started to walk again, smiling, and she had a grin full of yellow teeth that were rather taken care for in those days. This woman had a red string around her finger, because she made a sin she did not regret doing. Then, under the light of the lamp post, she dissolved into millions of squealing, bloodied, viscous rats until there was no more human left of her. All of the rats scurried to places like boxes, pipes, sewers and even in housings. And what Tom said is true, one female rat can have thousands of offspring in one year. That is the reason there were so many rats looking for some filth to roll in coming from the woman's body. But just one question, do you know the murderer? . ..