Red Trance and Murders
Chapter 1: The Present
1940s,
Sunday evening,
Armaanpur
Dialing,
Ali....
I'm not feeling well, he called me again and.... I killed another guy. The police are looking for me, would be leaving right now. Please come back, only you can help me get over it. Who are you? Ahh. Leave me alone.
Two years ago,
Warda- Sham Bakhair Zayan
Zayan- This would remain forever, Sham Bakhair is just a waste of time, to make my evening good, answer me.
Warda- I've told you many times, you'll not like it.
Zayan- Why is he like this? Come back home Warda.
Warda- Few more months Zayan.
Zayan- Two months, this is all you have. Come back or you would never see me again.
Room door, closed by Warda.
The room covered in blood, Ibrahim lying on the floor, smoking, knife in his right hand.
Warda starts undressing, scars on her back.
Slow undressing complemented by the soft music, deepening Ibrahim's thoughts and the scars start to bleed again.
Ibrahim starts to move his knife on her back. She is used to these cries.
Beat softens.
Warda snatches the knife from his hands.
Aggressively rubs the knife against his teeth, he tries to scream.
Warda- Khuda salamat rakhe.
Pushes the knife to his head.
Warda- What have I done. My god.
Next day,
Zayan- Sham Bakhair.
Warda nods.
Zayan- Another day, is he any better.
Warda stays silent.
Zayan- He died, right.
Warda, tears ran down her eyes.
Zayan- You killed him, you murdered.
Warda- Could think of nothing, no more pain of the knife.
Zayan- We can't marry now, Warda, forget about everything.
Warda- What about me. You are leaving me like this, red handed and alone.
Warda's sorrow turned in anger. Zayan already frustrated, said....
Zayan- I don't care about the amount of bodies you've collected here, just leave me alone.
Warda ran towards the kitchen, crying.
Zayan ran after her.
Zayan- Don't cry Warda, there is no hope now.
Warda pulls out a knife and splits Zayan's head.
Warda- And I don't care adding another to the bodies.
This is a long fairytale, a story of past, killing the present, chasing the future.