MALAI, 26, Fierce woman with a very dark and depressing past. She is wearing black jeans, a black and white striped shirt, and a black leather jacket. She has short brown hair and brown eyes.
MARCUS, 28, Marcus is Malai’s boyfriend. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He is wearing a simple t-shirt and blue jeans.
Malai is in the kitchen chopping carrots and putting them into a bowl next to her.
Marcus is holding a glass of wine walking around Malai’s apartment.
It’s a nice apartment. Definitely enough room to walk around.
Oh. Yeah, I haven’t really had time to unpack anything.
Marcus walks closer to where Malai is chopping the carrots.
(Sensing that Malai is feeling a bit gloomy) Hey, Malai, are you okay?
Malai looks up.
Yes, of course. Why do you ask?
You just seem a bit tense. That’s all.
Marcus advances forward about to gently place his hand on Malai’s shoulder.
Before he can do so, Malai worriedly flinches and moves away. At the same time, the knife she is using for the carrots slides and cuts her finger.
(Showing a bit of pain) Ah!
Malai holds her finger.
Marcus puts his wine glass down and reaches for her hand.
Fear overtakes Malai as she starts to back up.
No, you can’t touch me!
Malai backs up even more and bumps into the bowl of carrots making it fall and shatter on the floor.
I’m not going to hurt you. I can help.
No, no you don’t understand! You can’t touch me!
Marcus continues to advance toward Malai.
Malai backs into a corner. Once she hits the wall, Marcus looks at her hand.
(Horrified) Blue. Your blood is blue!
I know. Just, whatever you do, don’t touch me. Please!
Marcus, in not listening to Malai’s plead, touches her finger and the blood.
Marcus immediately falls to the floor and dies.
Malai holds her hands up to her face as she cries. She slowly slides down against the wall. She holds her hand out to Marcus’ face. As tears fall down her cheeks, she slowly moves her hand across his face.
(Whispering) I love you.
The blue blood from her finger runs across Marcus’ face.