Friday, October 26, 2012
Near Death - At Death's Door - J.D. Coughlan
Panel 1: Woodward's POV. Lying in a hospital bed, looking up. Markham stands at the foot of the bed, stoic, looking down at Woodward.
MARKHAM: Simon Eric Woodward.
MARKHAM: Between 1951 and 1967 you killed twenty-two people -- mostly children -- and got away with it. But I had a bit of luck this week; came into some information that pinned you.
Panel 2: Woodward's private hospital room. Woodward is an original character, in his mid-80s, and looks very old and ill. He is managing a weak grin though.
WOODWARD: And what? >wheeze< You thought you'd turn me in? Kill me? Torture me?
WOODWARD: >wheeze< Young man, I don't know who you are, but I've been in more pain than you can imagine for years now. My doctors now tell me I won't last the week, so prison would be pointless, and at this point I'd welcome execution. >hack<
Panel 3: On Markham again, this time he's grinning and his body language should indicate he is now pacing around the room.
MARKHAM: Oh, I know. See, because of a recent... lifestyle change, I don't get to have much fun anymore, but with you I found a little loophole.
MARKHAM: I may not be able to kill you, Mr. Woodward, but while you were out I had some paperwork fudged...
Panel 4: Close on Woodward. Horror and terror on his face.
MARKHAM (O.P.): You've been receiving the best and most advanced new medical treatments.
MARKHAM (O.P.): They've tuned you up like a beat up Ford Mustang -- gave you a Ferrari's engine.
MARKHAM (O.P.): You're gonna live much, much longer now.
Panel 5: Markham quite comfortably takes a seat.
MARKHAM: But before I leave I'm gonna tell you all about where you're going when you do die...
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