I wrote this after seeing the movie The Shadow. It’s a short story/movie treatment for a new version of the character the Shadow with a sci-fi flair to it, and filled with action. Enjoy!
“Thank you, Sato. I appreciate you support, and I accept you apology. Besides, you have a habit of bringing the best out of me, and I recognize that you and your partners are my peers. I would never treat you as an underling, because I respect the power you hold.” Besides, right now you are too dangerous with all of you together, so I will wait for each of you make a mistake, so I can crush you all and gain control. Angelo said to himself. I will definitely not underestimate you, Sato.
There was a knock on the door, and Trevor entered with Tommy.
“Pardon for the interruption, gentlemen, but the man you requested to see, is here, as you ordered, sir.” Trevor said.
“Ah, Tommy,” Carlino smiled as he motioned Tommy forward. “Tell me the gory details. We all want to hear how they died. What happened?”
“Well, we went in and everything went OK at first, but they were prepared for us, and the job went sour. I personally killed the guy you wanted and his son.” said Tommy, with a sort of blank look on his face.
“Well, that’s good, Tommy, but how? Did you stab them, slit their throats, shoot them . . . what? What happened?”
“I . . . don’t know. I know I killed them, but I don’t . . . remember.” said Tommy, sheepishly.
“Come on, Tommy, I like a good joke once in a while, but don’t pull my leg here.” said Angelo as his smile disappeared, and wondered what was wrong.
Then Sato knew what happened right then.
“The Shadow lives….” he whispered.
“What, that’s impossible! My man says he killed them both, right, Tommy? Tommy?”
“I killed them . . . killed them . . . I . . . think…” muttered Tommy, half in and out of a daze, repeating it over and over.
Takashi spoke next. “His mind is controlled by the shadows….”
“Not by shadows, but the Shadow himself. He lives!” Sato said, as he turned toward Angelo to face him. “You fool! You told me you had this under control, and I am also a fool for thinking you could stop the Shadow! I should have handled this myself!”
Angelo’s world suddenly was closing in on him. In a fit of rage, he threw his cup across the room, wanting it to break, and pulled out a 9mm hand gun, aiming it at Tommy, wishing to punish his lackey for his incompetence. But before he was going to fire, he noticed that the cup he had thrown had stopped half way across the room, and was floating in mid-air.
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