The Lamb

By Cerebral x Cortex
Julian Powers
and editor Crow Nystul
Based on: The story of revolations
EXT. STAIRS OF THE CATHEDRAL
A man named Lamb smoking a cigarette takes in his
surroundings.
He appears to be a man in his 30s with long white hair that
has been greased behind his ears, which are long, pointed,
and covered in piercings.
A truck pulls up to the stairs of the chapel.
8 men get out of the truck toting guns.
The Lamb has no expression.
The Lamb nods at the men.
The Lamb waves the men into the Cathedral.
The men run to the door and the Lamb snaps his fingers.
Grenades fly from the 8 pairs of hands through the air into
the Cathedral.
The Lamb smiles as explosions from within the building light
up his gaunt face.
THE LAMB
HES HERE. QUICK, BRING HIM TO ME.
The men run past The Lamb into the flaming building as The
Lamb smiles and begins to laugh.
The Lamb begins to shudder as laughter rolls through him.
The Lamb attempts to light another cigarette but his
laughter is too strong.
The Lamb drops his cigarette to the ground.
THE LAMB
Burn, you fucking tools.
The Lamb laughs.
FADE TO BLACK
1 WEEK LATER
The number 9 flickers until the face of a reporter appears
and her voice breaks through the white noise.
2.
EXT. NEWS STATIONS AROUND THE WORLD - NIGHT
Reporters are discussing recent events such as natural
disaster and plagues around the world.
Different reporters are alluding towards an event that is
supposed to take place this day, though it is out of their
control.
REPORTER 1
Only a select few reporters are
permitted to film todays events at
Worlds End - Death Valley. The
attending reporters and journalists
will be without cameras as
instructed by a letter from a
mysterious man going by the name 9?
We will be having a report on a
later date to clue in those who
arent attending, but as we have
said before this will be a
memorable moment in history and
your attendance severely
recommended.
The woman smiles, taps her script on her desk, and the news
report ends.
The number 9 appears over yet more white noise.
INT. YESHUAS LIBRARY. NIGHT.
A heavily modulated voice from a television in a wall lined
by books is heard; one that is broken and unintelligible
then clears itself of static and becomes clear.
As this broadcast plays, A man is seen grabbing his keys and
hastily vacating his living space with a muffled "slam" from
his door.
The television screen grabs your attention and grows closer.
MODIFIED VOICE
From a world of darkness, chaos,
and turmoil. From a civilization of
corruption and sin arises a
presence which shakes the world
into submission.
3.
EXT. DESERT OUTSIDE WORLDS END DEATH VALLEY. NIGHT.
A man on a podiom continues to deliver a monologue that is
already in progress to a crowd of people in front of the
podium he speaks from.
THE LAMB
Spawned from the flesh which drives
us to commit sin, my face comes
forth as the symbol of such
circumstance as a result. This face
dawns the dome of a skinned lamb.
The Lamb glares out at the crowd.
The crowd begins to whisper amongst themselves.
CROWD
Why does he wear a Lambs head atop
his own...? What is he talking
about...? Etc.
The voices of the crowd are drowned out by the appearance of
2 men who begin to come forward.
The men are wearing sheets of cloth that can barely be
referred to as garments; resembling Moses and Elijah from
paintings depicting scenes from the Bible.
The people begin to drop to their knees in tears, smiling.
The 2 men walk forward to a podium which then rises high
enough for the crowd to see.
The cameras the reporters are holding begin to rise into the
air, pulling the reporters till they let go.
The crowd lets out sounds of amazement.
The two men flank The Lamb who continues to speak into the
microphone.
THE LAMB
I am The Lamb and I have the honor
of being this days prophet, though
I am saddened that my lord will
have to demonstrate for you his
power so that you all may
understand the situation that you
are in. On this day, 2/3 of the
worlds population, this includes
the worlds leaders, predetermined
non believers, and even 2/3 of
aquatic life, will die. On this day
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 4.
CROWD (contd)
your world of sin will end and a
change will come: I will show you
the light.
The sky begins to open and bathes the land beneath it in a
red glow.
THE LAMB
This is it; this is the 9th act of
God, the end of what we call a
flawed existence. This was all your
doing. Youve brought upon
yourselves the tears of God.
Flaming meteors fall to earth in the distance.
The crowd is thrown into outrage and chaos.
THE LAMB
Do not resist. You all must have
seen this coming. You brought it
upon yourselves.
The Lamb then grabs a mug of coffee from the podium and
takes a sip.
THE LAMB
I am but a lamb, and these men will
be my horns.
The Lamb then turns around, nods at the horns, and proceeds
to walk down the podiums steps where he disappears.
The people cheer and begin to yell.
CROWD
WE ARE SAVED.
The two men, now known as "Horns", begin to walk up to the
podium; taking each step parallel to one another.
The "Horns" are very similar in most ways, though the "Left
Horn" has a more stern, serious air about him while the
"Right Horn" seems more jubilant; practically bouncing to
the podium.
They begin to speak at the same time.
HORNS
I was from this world, and so at
one point in time was lost in it
and its problems, at which time I
wrapped myself in the cloud of
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 5.
HORNS (contd)
illusion it surrounded me with:
That my actions mattered, that
whether I was supporting my leaders
or country or not mattered, but all
that mattered in the end was my
faith in God, and if we truly had
Faith we wouldnt be where we are
today. So here we are at the moment
you realize what is really
happening. We will show you the
reality of the situation you are
all in.
The "Horns" grab a naked old man whose head is covered by a
cloth bag from a pair of meaty gents.
The old man appears weak; covered in bruises, cuts, and
various wounds.
He is shaky and can barely stand on his own.
The relatively nondescript men are large in stature and
equaled in muscle mass; dressed in dirty black hooded robes.
The "Horns" throw the unknown man against the podium where
he then falls.
The man sobs and shakes in fear.
The gruff "Horn" on the left grabs the man from the ground
and throws him to the "Right Horn".
The "Right Horn" then punches him in the face.
The man falls, and so does the bag from his head.
The "Left Horn" yells.
LEFT HORN
SPEAK YOUR NAME AND TITLE FOR ALL
TO HEAR.
The man begins to shake even more as he attempts to speak.
He then coughs up blood.
The "Right Horn" cheers in humor.
RIGHT HORN
ITS... KIND OF HARD ... ISNT IT;
SPEAKING WITHOUT A TONGUE IN YOUR
MOUTH. Remember, all things are
possible.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 6.
Both the horns begin to laugh.
The "Horns" then begin to glare at the man.
LEFT HORN
Speak, you selfish rotten flesh.
The Right Horn looks at the Left Horn and smiles, chuckling
a little.
THE NAKED MAN
(whispering)
I...I a-a-am...
THE RIGHT HORN
LOUDER, SO THEY CAN HEAR YOU!
The Left Horn holds the mans head to the microphone by his
hair with a giggle.
The man looks back with an expression as if he doesnt want
to reveal his identity to these people.
The man moistens his dry, bleeding lips.
He begins to speak.
THE NAKED MAN
I... was once a great man. Believe
me, if i knew this was coming, I
wouldnt have lied to you all. I
thought with all my heart that the
church truly had power, but
now....I know that no man has
power, only this...This Beast. M-my
name... is Sir Isaac Frioley the
270th pope and im sorry for
decieving you.
The crowd begins to yell in outrage.
The Right Horn grabs his sword from the sheath on his hip
and, with a swing of the blade, the mans head falls.
The Left Horn punts the bloody head into the agitated crowd.
The Right Horn kicks the limp body into the crowd as well
and laughs a dark, gravelly laugh.
THE RIGHT HORN
Look at them brother, bathing in
his blood.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 7.
The two Horns begin to laugh for a long period of time then
abruptly stop and speak in parallel.
BOTH HORNS
No man has power under God, outside
of us... we are the Horns of the
Lamb...We exist to bring about the
fury of our Lord, but you all are
equal. No rank is recognized, no
man has higher purpose, no man is
better than another. Under us, all
men are created equal. 9 is the
end; Gods final act. The final
offer. We will now begin the moment
when all thoughts and understanding
of purpose die. We will now show
you....
The Horns laugh, shake, and fall to there knees.
The Horns look up at the sky.
The eyes of the Horns begin to bleed.
THE HORNS
We... We have taken it in our hands
to call God f-for help...
T-t-t-t-t-t-to summon him to this
plane, to r-r-r-r-remove any doubt
in your mind. B-b-b-b-b-b-behold,
his power...
The sky begins to darken.
The clouds fade to nothing.
One large meteor followed by an army of thousands begins to
descend upon the planet.
THE HORNS
This is our final moment. The Horns
of the Beast now bring God to the
realm of the living.
The Right Horn begins to laugh as tears run down his face.
RIGHT HORN
Brother, I love you and am glad we
are doing this. The world deserves
this, and we are the ones to make
it happen. I love that too, but
these people... They dont deserve
this chance. I find them disgusting
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 8.
RIGHT HORN (contd)
and filthy, they are truly
unworthy.
LEFT HORN
I know brother, but we must do what
we must..
The Left Horn locks eyes with his brother.
The Right Horn clasps his hand in his own.
RIGHT HORN
Well, we still get our final
words...right?
LEFT HORN
Indeed we do.
RIGHT HORN
And...We can say anything?
LEFT HORN
Of course.
RIGHT HORN
The Aristocats <(^3^)>.
LEFT HORN
Whyyyyyyyyy.
The brothers bodies become engulfed by repeated tremors and
shakes.
The facing Horns stand parallel to one another.
The brothers run to each other.
The Horns rip each others cloth from their chests.
They pull open the rip cage of the opposite Horn.
Their organs spill out from their open chests.
The Horns then take their open ribs to grab each other,
connecting there chests together and fusing the bone.
The brothers then take their heads and ram them together in
a ball of bone and flesh.
Their corpses then drop.
An especially large meteor grabs the crowds attention.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 9.
The outer layers of the meteor burn away, leaving only a
ball of black liquid.
The mysterious liquid engulfs the two brothers corpses.
The black subsance bubbles and steams.
The liquid fuses with the corpses.
The crowd remains, watching the aftereffects of the failed
meteor crash.
The bubbling flesh begins too rise as a dark figure.
The figure is dripping in the blood of the brothers which
has become black with a metallic sheen.
The liquid silhouette gradually forms as a 7 headed Beast
with 10 horns.
The figure, now easily recognizable as some form of dragon,
moves off the stage and into the restless crowd.
THE BEAST
I was born when the 9 Horns created
both a machine and a Lamb. The
machine allowing me to come to this
Earth, and a Lamb to inform me of
its whereabouts. The Lamb was
considered by your 9 to be the peak
in human evolution throughout the
thousands of possible realities
including your Earth. The Lamb was
the one to realize that the peak of
human evolution wasnt enough.
The Beast releases a gas from his many heads, spreading a
hallucinogenic cloud throughout the frantic crowd and
showing them the meaning of his words.
The crowd have visions of the aforementioned 9 building the
machine in an unknown version of Earth.
The visions change to The Lamb in his homeland reality,
speaking to a similar crowd of frightened strangers.
The cloud shows the 9 gesturing towards him, fiercely
proclaiming him The Lamb.
They stare at him through their oversized machine.
The hallucinations shift to show a scene of the 9 counseling
their chosen Lamb, leading him to his destiny.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 10.
The visions depict a sullen Lamb at a vacant gravesite of 9
tombstones.
The Lamb proclaims his will to find the nigh legendary Beast
they spent their lives seeking.
The gas shows The Lamb staring through a remarkably similar
machine to a horrific, many-headed Beast ruling over a
hellish domain.
The Beast continues to speak.
THE BEAST
I am a fucking transcendent being
that exists in many plains of
perception far beyond your
simplemindedness. Using my immense
comprehension, I am capable of this
task you could never hope to
achieve. I came with the idea to
better myself, and more Earths
where created; one were I failed
and one where I succeeded. Now I am
at the limit of possible
capabilities. Now I have come to
fix the damn mess that you all have
made, now that your society can
comprehend the level of fucking
shit you are in. I have come to
make you understand who I am and
where I came from. Now know that I
am your God; You worship me, and
all other ideas of what is to
happen from here on are up to me.
Kneel before Zod.
The Beast flies into the sky, disappearing from sight
immediately.
The meteors stop.
The crowd disperses near instantly.
The sun remains blocked by an eerie red gloom.
The reporters cameras drop from the sky into their hands.
A man named Yeshua still remains from the crowd, standing
before the bloody podium.
The podium explodes in front of him.
11.
EXT. UNSPECIFIED CITIES WORLDWIDE. DAY/NIGHT
TWO YEARS LATER.
The broadcast opens with the number 9 flashing on
televisions around the world.
A reporter then flashes onto the screen, hastily mentioning
a few bulletins:
1.It is brought to general attention that 2/3 of the Earths
population has died.
2. All world leaders and dictators died in the meteor
shower.
3. Martial Law has been brought into effect.
4. Since the meeting, Demons have emerged and begun offering
contracts and deals in exchange for what they have been
documented as calling "Souls".
The program begins a montage of peoples reactions to the
new beasts roaming the streets.
Some are negative, clutching their children close to them
and professing fear for the future while some are immensely
positive.
EXCITED DEMONIC SUPPORTER
Dude, these guys gave me a house, a
nice green lawn, and protection
from, like, everyone I hate. These
guys are awesome.
SECOND PUMPED DEMON LOVER
They didnt even ask for shit! I
just signed some paper, how easy is
that?! Just a signature for
-WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT-.
The reporter, stifling laughter, signals the end of the
broadcast with a comment.
REPORTER
Maybe I should ask for more time
off work! Back to you Reggie.
The report fades to more white noise.
12.
INT.A MANS LIBRARY-NIGHT
YESHUA
I have it...! The knowledge to stop
this, the words to put this Beast
out of control, to stop the
Creators terror! I wish to create a
machine which prevents all
alternate universes from traveling
to alternate Earths...!
The Beast appears suddenly in the library.
THE BEAST
Did you not see this coming you
fucking tool? I planned far ahead
of this idea, simply creating an
Earth where I cant travel to
become the beast? Are you stupid?
Dont you know you created a
universe where you failed?! Ha! I
am immortal you asshole, all I had
to do was move from that Earth to
this one. Though, who are you? What
is your name? Why the fuck would
you even try and stand against
almighty me?
YESHUA
I am Yeshua and I knew this would
fail, I just wanted you to see this
happen. "I want to create a machine
to turn the beast into the
antichrist", which stops him
meaning there is a universe where i
failed being this one and one where
I succeeded already on his way
hahahahahaha!!
THE BEAST
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A portal opens and a beam of light bursts through.
The sudden ray fills the Beast with white energy and removes
the inky black liquid from the man who now lays on the
ground.
The twitching abomination resembles the fused two Horns.
It cries out, speaking in two voices.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 13.
FUSED ENTITY
My power...My life...Why, why cant this be done? Why cant
I be the end...?
The portal speaks in a high, effeminate voice.
THE PORTAL
BECAUSE THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING,
AND OUR TIME HAS NOT YET COME.
The man smiles and begins to laugh hysterically.
As the remains of The Beast gradually turn to dust in the
wind, he sticks up his hand to give Yeshua the finger.
FUSED ENTITY
Next time, cocksucker.
THE END