Patsy Waker: Hellcat – Coverage - Shaun Richens.

PAGE FIVE – 6 PANELS.

5.1

Looking down into a monstrously large cavern in the Alaskan wilderness. A group of five occultists stand around a large eight-foot long slab of misty ice in a star formation, the member at the head of the ice holds a black and twisted dagger in hand

Each member of the group wears a long black robe with a hood; the hoods are all up and cover their faces. They hold their arms outstretched as they chant.

OCCULTISTS:

Consurge. Consurge.

5.2

We pull back; still looking down on the scene at hand, however now we see PATSY WALKER, in her HELLCAT outfit, is watching the scene from a ledge above the cavern. Her outfit has fur trim on the collar and cuffs (Think NiteOwl from the Antarctica scene in Watchmen.)

HELLCAT:

These Occultists are always such clichés. I mean robes and Latin. Come on guys.

OCCULTISTS: (Small)

Consurge. Consurge.

5.3

Close up on the head occultist as he raises the black dagger high above his head, clasping at its hilt with both hands, its twisted blade pointing down.

HEAD OCCULTIST: (Large)

Vos surget.

5.4

The dagger sticks out of the ice. Its blade half buried into the deep ice. Three void like black eyes, in a triangle shape, shimmer under the surface of the ice.

SFX:

Beep beep

5.5

Cut back to Hellcat looking down on the scene. The occultists have all stepped back from the slab of ice and are looking up towards Hellcat and pointing, her cell phone kind of giving her away.

The slab of ice has now begun to crack open. Dark purple and red auras radiate from the ice. Hellcat can see that this is some old school dark magic way over the head of some Occultists.

HEAD OCCULTIST:

The ritual has been tainted by this foul she devil.

5.6

Tight shot on Hellcat as she grabs her cell phone from her costume pocket.

HELLCAT:

No reception in my apartment, but here I get a text.