Disclaimer/ranting
: Someone else copyrights these characters; but if Cameron sees this and likes it, feel free to make this into an episode. If you're under 18 you stopped reading after the number and have already skipped ahead to the story. "If I don't see it, it's not illegal."-Homer Simpson. And since this is only a screenplay there's no soundtrack, I was just listening to Broken while I wrote this. My script supervisor at the time, who wishes to remain unmentioned, caught a spelling error and suggested lengthening the motorcycle scene, which was just one line before he came along. He also named the character of Traxler, whose original name I hated and regretted coming up with. Bonus points if you know which James Cameron character Traxler is. If anyone wants to put this anywhere on the internet, just try and keep the spacing and tabs close to screenplay format and it's ok by me. So, without wasting any more valuable masturbation time, I begin my first published screenplay.
"If you write it, they will cum."-The Marquis de Porn
Author's commentary
: This is the second edition of this script. The first edition developed continuity errors as the Dark Angel series changed. Also my original name for the Traxler character mistakenly appears in the first edition.
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Second Edition Screenplay
CAST:
MAX-Jessica Alba
LOGAN-Michael Weatherly
TRAXLER-Paul Winfield
Soundtrack: Nine Inch Nails-Broken
INT. MAX'S BEDROOM. EARLY MORNING.
MAX is in bed. Her eyes are closed and it looks like she is dreaming. She is rolling around and her hands are rubbing all over her naked body. She rolls onto her back, spreads her legs, and starts masturbating. Her face shows more and more signs of pleasure. When it seems she's about to cum her eyes open and she looks at her hand. She pulls her hand away and closes her legs. She gets a very worried look on her face and gets out of bed.
EXT. MAX'S PLACE. DAY.
MAX walks outside fully clothed. She looks around suspiciously.
CLOSE SHOT: MAX'S NOSE.
MAX sniffs the air. She moans.
INT. LOGAN'S PLACE. DAY.
MAX walks in, her hair is messy. LOGAN looks at her.
LOGAN
Are you ok?
MAX straightens her hair a bit with her hand.
MAX
Ya, I'm just in heat again. All because of Manticore's pussycat DNA I can't control my own pussy. And it's like there's some scent in the air today making me even hornier.
LOGAN turns to his computer.
LOGAN
Well speaking of Manticore, I just got some new information. It seems that there was a second company working with Manticore. The same type of project, only nonmilitary. I'm not sure what they did, but I'm looking into it.
LOGAN turns around and sees MAX. She is by an open window with one hand in her pants rubbing herself.
LOGAN
Max.
MAX realizes what she's doing and pulls her hand out of her pants. She looks embarrassed and stands up.
MAX
I have to go.
MAX runs out of the room.
EXT. FOREST ROAD. DAY.
MAX is riding her motorcycle on a deserted road through the forest. She suddenly stops her motorcycle in the road and takes off her helmet.
CLOSE SHOT: MAX'S EAR.
MAX hears a buzzing noise.
EXT. SIDE OF ROAD. DAY.
MAX walks to the side of the road and sees and box where the buzzing is coming from. She picks up the box and opens it. Inside the box is a vibrator, which is switched on and vibrating. MAX takes it out of the box and looks at it hungrily. She bites one of the nails on her other hand and has a worried look in her eyes. She sighs and looks up at the sky, closing her eyes. She sits down in the grass on the side of the road. MAX unzips her jacket and pulls the front of her shirt over her head. She rubs the vibrator between her breasts with one hand and massages each breast with the other hand. She uses the tip of the vibrator to trace circles around her nipples until they're hard. Then she puts the vibrator between her legs and squeezes it tightly with her thighs. She throws her head back and shakes her hair back and forth. She sees her parked motorcycle and stands up. She runs across the road, still holding the vibrator between her legs. She takes the vibrator from between her legs and places it on the seat of her motorcycle. She mounts the motorcycle and sits on the vibrator. She puts her hands on the handlebars and guns the engine, causing the entire motorcycle to vibrate. She leans back screaming with passion as the revs the engine over and over. Eventually she stops and gets off the motorcycle. She pulls her pants down to her knees and Sticks the vibrator in her pussy. She sits down again, pushing it all the way in. after a few seconds her eyes open wide and she gasps. She pulls the vibrator out and looks at it. There is a needle sticking out of the tip of the vibrator. She breaks the vibrator in half and the inside contains a syringe, which is now empty, and a remote controlled device to trigger the injection. MAX drops the vibrator and collapses.
INT. LABORATORY.
MAX wakes up and finds herself strapped to a table. She struggles against her restraints to no avail. Then a man enters the room wearing a nametag that reads TRAXLER. He stands over MAX and takes her wallet out of her pocket. He looks at her ID.
TRAXLER
So, you're calling yourself Max.
MAX
This doesn't look like a Manticore lab. There's no guns for one thing.
TRAXLER
This project isn't military.
MAX
Well I thought Manticore was all about creating genetic super soldiers to take over the world.
TRAXLER
Manticore is a business; it's all about profit. And profit is not short term here.
MAX
Unstoppable trasngenic armies not paying the bills?
TRAXLER
You're still thinking short term. People will only buy what there's a market for. Once Manticore created armies conquer the world and are installed as a global police force, what's next. If one highest paying customer has ultimate power, then there's no war, no terrorism, no crime, Manticore would be out of business. That's why this half of Manticore was created.
MAX