THE FLASH - HELP ME

THOUGHT BALLOONS

One page of script a week. Each week brings a new character.

http://www.thought-balloons.com/

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PANEL 1
CENTRAL CITY Skyline at Night. The City is lit up despite the lateness, it all looks busy.

CAPTION 1- My name is Wally West...

CAPTION 2- I USED to be the fastest man alive...

PANEL 2
Same shot as before but the view is now from a window.

CAPTION- Now I am the slowest...

PANEL 3
Further back into the room, window in the background. It's a hospital room and we can see WALLY WEST laying in a bed, hooked up to a series of life preserving machines. A figure can be seen silhouetted next to the window.

CAPTION- It takes me an hour just to blink...

PANEL 4
Close up on WALLY'S face, frozen with a blank face. Mask over his face.

CAPTION 1- Please... Somebody...

CAPTION 2- Help me...

THE SPECTRE - POINEPHOBIA

THOUGHT BALLOONS

One page of script a week. Each week brings a new character.

http://www.thought-balloons.com/

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PANEL 1


Night time, we are over looking a bridge that is high over a rushing river. Standing on it's edge looking down is a MAN in a ragged suit, a bottle of vodka in his right hand.


CAPTION- Poinephobia; the abnormal fear of punishment.


PANEL 2


Close up of the MAN'S face, unshaven and drunk, tears filling his eyes. On his cheeks are scratch marks, fresh with wet blood.


CAPTION- Suffers can not stand the thought of the terrible consequences their actions can incur.


PANEL 3


The MAN jumps. Everything becomes a blur as the wind rushes past him, his clothes flapping about. The only things that are clear are himself and a patch of river water waiting to greet him.


CAPTION- Some will go to any lengths to avoid them.


PANEL 4


We are at the river level looking down stream. A full white moon seems to take up most of the night sky. The MAN'S GHOST rises from the water. A spectral form, same as he died, but now relieved and happy. He doesn't notice however THE SPECTRE, standing behind him, his cape raised in his hands like a bird of prey, his face without compassion.


CAPTION- After all, who can punish the dead?