Just to let you guys know a few years has past and I'm a lot better writer now My FictionPress name is SilverRyu, I don't have any stories on it yet (I'm working on one called the Pass it On...) This is for all my friends a special sneak peek on it:
A story of silver,
Pass it On
Part I
By: SilverRyu
A riveting story about human ignorance told in a creative play format. A story that deals with a growing problem we even face today – AIDS.
Narrator: 2016, the world in a near apocalypse. Humanity is being ravaged by a disease that was once thought as a marker of sin, a eyesore to its beholder, as a pure insult. Now is the fear creeping to every man's heart wondering if they are next to fall into the incident. HIV a once STD now predator is adapting and evolving at a rate three times the level of human evolution, it's only weeks now until it becomes airborne and destroys the human race advances are being made and stupid decisions are being answered. I ask you, will the Human race die of Ignorance, or of evolutionary failure or both?
Prologue
*The scene opens into a small trailer house of 1983, within the house is a crying father clutching a letter sitting beside the kitchen table inside the living room a grandmother dressed in black rocks silently in her chair knitting a black scarf. The son of the father enters, a boy of eight years named John Smith*
John: *smiling unaware of whats going on* Hello Grandma! We learned about fractions today! Tomorrow we might learn how to add and subtract them!
Grandmother: *raises her head slowly towards her grandson and smiles a thin smile* Oh really?...
John: Yeah ‘twas fun!... Pa, what's wrong with you?
Father:*raises his head from the table revealing his puffy bloodshot eyes, speaks in a loud whisper* Oh nothing...
John: Oh well then, *picking up his belongings and heading for the door* I'm heading for Uncle Tom's
Father: *becomes very serious all of a sudden, speaks in a scarce determined whisper* You ain’t going to no Uncle tom’s!
Grandmother: *Begins to knit faster*
John: Huh! Why not!? *begins to whine* but I didn't do anything-
Father: *stands up suddenly, very angry* You're just not!
John: This ain't fair!-
Grandmother: *The knitting needle snaps* Tell him...
Father: Son,... Tom died
John: *Stands there in shock* Not... not it again...?
Father: Yes it was it...
John: *falls to the ground onto his knees begin to grab his hair with frustration* No! No!... Why! Why!
Grandmother: *begins to cry* It's all my fault! If I hadn't dated that man-
Father: No it's not... it's all fate.
Grandmother: But who will be next?...
John: *still in complete hysteria begins to count all the victims almost silently to himself* Mom... Grandpa...Aunt Lisa... Sister... Now Uncle Tom!?
Father: *says with a thin smile* Let's hope its not me...
John: Dad... I don't want to die...
Father: Don't worry you don't have it... At least now they gave it a name - HIV
Narrator: In the summer of 1990 Father of John also known as Mr. Smith died of a HIV related disease
Scene 1
* In the white house 33 years into the future of 1983, In 2016. President Smith is giving an TV address to the nation just being inaugurated two weeks ago.*
Commercial Director: Okay Prez going on air in 3... 2... 1...
President John Smith: Hello this is President John Smith, I have come to tell you my plan for action as President of the United States. And my goal is to protect the welfare of the People. And to do that we have to take on one of our toughest natural adversaries yet and that is AIDS. With a plan so unique that no other country has started to use it many other countries can't believe we are doing it. You have all received your agreement form entitling the health your family members to the protection of your government. We plan on attacking HIV right at it's heart totally erasing it from America. So that you who still fear receiving it won't have to worry anymore. For those with loved ones with the unfavorable disease do not worry they will be going into quarantine as our award winning scientists race to search for a cure for them. As of one week from now operation 'The Cure' will go into effect. Good evening and have a blessed night.
Director: Good! Good! Okay!
Pres. Smith: You've got everything?
Director: Yes! of course we did! You can always count on my men!
*President exits from the staging room and enters a CIA base under the white house*
Pres. Smith: Operative Sheila tell me the status report on 'The cure'
Operative Sheila: The 'Quarantine' segment is almost complete we are ready for departure Altamont, Illinois for a test run of the operation.
Pres. Smith: Excellent...
Sheila: I shall deploy when fit sir.
Pres. Smith: Thank you, you do great works madam.
Sheila: Thank you...
Scene 2
*In a hospital in Altamont, Illinois. Inside the room of Patient Mark Johnson, being attend by 21 year old Nurse Ava.*
Nurse Ava: *Flicks the needle inside Johnson's IV bag* Okay there ya' go Mr. Johnson
Johnson: Thank you Ava, you’re a wonderful nurse
Ava: Don't sweat it! *lets out a small cough*
Johnson: *clutches his bed sheet tightly* Sorry... It's all my fault how can you put up with me-
Ava: It's only a cough!
Johnson: *stares at Ava meekly, coughs* You know what I am. I'm-
Ava: You’re a victim, and nothing else.
Johnson: *smiles meekly*
Ava: *smiles back and walks out of the room*
Johnson: *coughs, Pulls out notepad titles it 'My Will' begins to write*
*Psychiatrist Jane meets Ava in the hallway*
Psychiatrist: So Ava do you think Mr. Johnson is need of Psychiatric help?
Ava: No, of course not! He's just a little depressed...
Psychiatrist: You know how things are from depression to suicide-
Ava: He would never do that!
Psychiatrist: Let me go in. Don't try your luck Nurse, if he dies it's all going on you. Besides we are all playing with devil anyways.
Ava: Well, I'll try my luck. You’re not going to strap down my patient. *walks away*
Psychiatrist: *rolls eyes*
*Psychiatrist enters Mr. Johnson's room*
Psychiatrist: How are you Mr. Johnson?
Johnson: *looks at Psychiatrist warily* Fine... *hides notepad*
Psychiatrist: What was that?
Johnson: Nothing...*coughs*
Psychiatrist: *gives a frustrated sigh* Okay... Mr. Johnson how was your life before your incident
Johnson: Perfect, *cough* I had my grandchildren always coming to my house, my daughter was still healthy and *cough* everything...
Psychiatrist: I see... According to this you've been infected for three weeks now how is it like?
Johnson: ...Horrible... Absolutely horrible... Everyday you wonder if you’re going to die. Not like when you are not infected, *cough* when your infected the reality that you may die any minute hits you like a boulder...*cough*
Psychiatrist: Mark, Do you want to die?
Johnson:...Yes, wait! No.... *cough* I want it all to be over *cough* I want to have peace I don't want to fear everyday.... But, *cough* I want to see my grandchildren again I want to be in my daughter's world again...
Psychiatrist: Okay Mr. Johnson, I am going to hold up three cards covered in ink what do you see in them?
Johnson: A cage
Psychiatrist: *holds up next card*
Johnson: A lock with chains *coughs*
Psychiatrist:*holds up last card*
Johnson: *begins to cry* A bird flying into it's nest filled with chicks... *cough, cough*
Psychiatrist: *types into a small touch screen device on lap* ... Okay then, I shall report this to the HIV specialist, we believe that you may have a infection in the brain. With you being borderline AIDS it can develop into something worse-
Johnson: Retardation...*cough*
Psychiatrist: Exactly, with this being said we cannot expect you to survive very long, but it seems the HIV virus has taken a liking to you for you to have lived so long... Oh well then!*makes her way to the door* Have a great evening!
Scene 3
*In Altamont 2 days later in Ava's small apartment*
Ava: Hello? I called to call in sick again... *cough*
Psychiatrist: Oh please! Spare us the fake cough, and while your at why don't you just call in sick for the rest of the week. And, How the heck did you get a pay phone in your apartment!? Is that legal?
Ava: *rolls eyes, smiles* Talk to ya later Jane. *coughs and hangs up phone*
*the phone rings*
Ava: Huh? *answers phone* Oh! Hey Jordan...
Jordan: Ava! How are you doing?
Ava: Fine...*coughs*
Jordan: Ooh, that's a nasty cough.
Ava: I know...
Jordan: Hey Ava, I'll be coming around to visit you two days from now.
Ava: So, you're back!?
Jordan: Yep and better than ever...
Ava: *smiles* Okay see you then!
*scene moves into hospital inside Johnson's room with the Psychiatrist*
Johnson: Damn it! Why!... Can't I remember anything...
Psychiatrist: The infection is developing faster than we thought, we are going to have to put you on heavy antibiotics soon... *grabs Johnson's hand* Don't worry you can do this! *moves to door* The new nurse will be in soon to check on you *leaves room*
Johnson:*pulls out note writes 'To Anna'* I'm going to die soon...Anna I love you...
*scene moves to the next door room of a patient being cared for by the New Nurse*
Patient: You’re such a nice nurse.
New Nurse: Oh thank you, *begins to flick a needle filled with an ominous green liquid*
Patient: No one ever got this close to me, because of... you know...
New Nurse: Don't worry I believe even infected people are still people! *begins to puncture IV drip with needle*
Patient: Hey what's that?
New Nurse: Have you heard of the Quarantine? Well they are taking the People of Altamont first! So you guys are going to be the first ones to get cured. Don't worry this thing will only put you to sleep... *tilts needle down and injects the liquid, and talks in a mere whisper* ...eternally
Patient: *Begins to shake feverishly, rolling all across the bed, and then it came to a stop his eyes rolled into his head*
*A handheld radio in the New Nurse's coat pocket vibrates, the New Nurse answers it*
(Unknown): So Sheila, how's the fourth one
Operative Sheila as New Nurse: Dead as a rock, with these results the operation will go smoothly...
(Unknown) Let's hope so...
*New Nurse makes her way to Mr. Johnson's room*
Sheila as Nurse: Hello Mr. Johnson
Johnson: *looks at Sheila warily* hello...
Sheila: *quickly reviews some of the psychiatrist's notes, smiles* We have concluded that we should start your antibiotics soon... Mr. Johnson do you want to die?
Johnson: No...
Sheila: *moves closer towards Johnson* Are you sure? Don't you have any reason to want it to end?
Johnson: No, I'm not going to let some small disease stop me from enjoying life!
Sheila: Small disease eh? *flicks a syringe with the green fluid* don’t worry it will all be over your going to the quarantine
Johnson: *gives a seriously disappointed expression* no, no... I need to see my kids. I have places to be before I die!
Sheila: Don't worry! You won't die! *begins to panic*
Johnson: No! HIV doesn't just go away! Doesn't matter whatever your scientist do!
Sheila: Mr. Johnson constrain yourself! *punctures IV drip with needle*
*the haggard looking patient enters the room looking tired and near death, screaming to the best of his abilities*
Johnson: What the hell? *turns abruptly knocking off the IV drip pouring the green fluid everywhere* what happened to you!?
Patient: No... don’t let her get you-
Sheila: *a bullet casing falls out of her small handgun still smoking from the quick shot*
Johnson: You killed him! Get away from me! *knocks Sheila away, runs into the hallway*
Psychiatrist: Mr. Johnson! What's wrong!? Come back!
*Sheila enters the hallway holding a new syringe filled with green fluid*
Psychiatrist: Oh my god! What are you doing with a lethal injection!? This is why I never trust nurses! I'm calling the police!
Sheila: Don't worry they know all about it! *quickly stabs the syringe right into the psychiatrist's heart*
Psychiatrist: *falls to the ground shaking feverishly her head bobbing up and down gasping for air, her eyes become pale and roll into themselves she stops breathing, her facial muscles relax giving her a dead expression, Psychiatrist Jane is dead*
Sheila as Nurse: *pulls out walkie talkie and begins to speak into it* We seem to have a Information leak we need something stat before we have a case on our hands.
(Unknown): What do you suggest?
Sheila: Terminate them all.
(Unknown): Affirmative.
Narrator: Windows of the Hospital implode cans filled with toxins fly into the building releasing poison into the air, Sheila is whisked to safety before experiencing a single thing, bombs hidden inside the hospital walls since the hospital was made explode with renewed life, bullets sing throughout the building, the building slowly begins to fold into itself, total apocalypse has ensued the institution. Everything was killed in such a cold blooded manner that even the devil had to turn his eyes away. Then, HIV infected birds fly through the skies the sun brightly shines through the clouds of smog that cover the earth, life moves on.
(Unknown): What about the Infected Octogenarian?
Sheila: Leave him he shall soon die. Why is he running? To escape death? The poor fool... I pity his ignorance.
Narrator: Sheila is carried away from the site of a mass murder spree which would soon be known as a once in a century terrorist attack sadly for the American people there will be many more...
*scene moves into Ava walking through the woods for a breath of fresh air a eerie fog lifts off the ground like a blanket*
Ava: *shivers, wraps herself tightly in blanket, and sighs*
*Mr. Johnson who was behind the building the whole time heard the whole story, ran for his life into the woods bursting through walls of fog and mist. Mr. Johnson bursts into the scene with Ava, looking bewildered.*
Ava: Mr. Johnson! *cough* What’s wrong? Why aren't you in the hospital...?
Mr. Johnson: The Quarantine...
Ava: Oh Mr. Johnson! *cough* Great for you! It must be-
Mr. Johnson: No! The Quarantine... is bad...*lets out a loud racking cough*
Ava: Huh!?
Mr. Johnson: The Quarantine, is a fake... they are trying *coughs* to kill people like...*cough* me...
Ava: Why!? The government would never do something like this*cough* it’s by the people
Mr. Johnson: *stares at Ava coldly*
Ava: We have to do something! We have to-
Mr. Johnson: *shuffles toward Ava silently, opens her hand and presses a note into her palm, lets out a whooping cough* My last wish in this cruel world! *coughs, stares into the carbon dioxide laced sky* What I fought for is trying to kill me! What a sick joke! *turns to Ava* live your life with little happiness you can its going to become scarce *lets out a screeching explosive cough, blood begins to fill in Mark Johnson's mouth spilling over, splashing out of his mouth from the coughs, stares at Ava horrified at what he had done*
Ava: Mr. Johnson! Oh god we have to help you! We-
Mr. Johnson: *clutches his mouth still in horror at points directly into Ava's face*
Ava: Huh? *rubs her finger across her pink plush lip, a drop blood rolls down her finger, dyed the horrible purple...* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! OH MY GOD!? HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME!?
Mr. Johnson: *grabs his chest, eyes his becoming bloodshot with panic and guilt. His body begins quiver in a unnatural fashion, crying* I didn't mean too... please I...
Ava: *falls onto her knees on the ground clutches her red crying face* why...why... I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...*rocks herself closely enclosing her pain*
Mr. Johnson: *lets out a low moan, Mr. Johnson knew without a doubt at this moment this was supposed to happen it was supposed to spread, every fiber of his being riveted into a single accord to make what energy he had left in his body to let out this one sentence hardly louder than a breeze* Pass it on...
Ava: *stares at Mr. Johnson's dead body as it falls next to her, hurt beyond imagination the last words of her only patient is to pass on the disease that ends all peoples lives, and is going to end her own. She raised her head to the sky and just cried. She wanted to die; she doesn't want to let anyone else experience what she's feeling right now. But she crushed the crusty red note in her hand and knew she had purpose...*
TO BE CONTINUED IN...
Part II
Im on part 4 out of 5 it gets better as better from part to part because months go by
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