Christopher "Chris" Wilde (intothefield) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-05-29 16:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | caterina hensley, chris wilde, complete, death scene, francis drake, giovanni sanfilippo, may 2011, plot, solo |
Who: Caterina Hensley, Chris Wilde, and Francis Drake
What: The last few minutes of Caterina’s conscious life.
When: Sunday, May 29; late evening
Where: Behind a TV studio in Boston.
Rating: PG-13
Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind:
After everything that she has gone through the past couple of days would leave anyone drained and never wanting to see the daylight again, but Caterina wasn’t like anyone. She did spend about two to three days behind closed doors to gather herself, making sure she doesn’t allow herself to crumble and give what the media was expecting of her. She actually bounced back and showed them that even after a tragedy there was no need to keep talking about it. Of course they continued, but she ignored it and went on with her life. There was another concert coming up, but her manager thought it was best that she didn’t do this one and took the rest of the month off to relax and take a vacation to California and visit her favorite spa. Cat couldn’t abandon her fans. They needed her as much as she needed them.
She knew she had dedicated fans. She never thought they were that dedicated. And the only reason why was because her condo was packed with gifts and flowers galore. When she thought she found a place to put the flowers and gifts, her manager would bring in bags more. It almost brought her to tears. Doing this concert would have been the best gift she could ever give her fans. After a long debate with her manager, he allowed her to do it, but only if she didn’t use her power this time. That was the one thing she loved using during a concert but if she wanted this to happen, she had to get over it and get on with the show.
But having to do an interview and speak out about what happened (again) really wasn’t the event she was looking forward to. And since she was told this without any warning, Cat was a little peeved and non-responsive to any questions her manager would ask her. Hell, all the way to the interview she would look out the window and ignore him completely. He never took the hint because he kept trying to speak to her the whole way.
The thought of going out on her little adventures by escaping the evil dungeons her manager sets up for her never came to mind until she was in the building, and had twenty minutes before she was going on the air. They had to put this on TV, she thought to herself with a long drawn out sigh. Glancing at the door with the word EXIT over it screamed at her while she got her make-up touched up. Sneaking out of here would be so easy. And that’s all she could think about as she sat there and waited. “Hey, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” she said to her manager before disappearing out the dressing room and disappearing from the hall altogether. Cat made sure no one saw her as she made way out the back of the building (people would have been waiting for her out front).
The satisfaction of getting away from the sudden overwhelming stress that came over her while she was sitting up there waiting felt as if a huge rock was lifted off of her shoulders. All she could do was laugh as she walked down the alleyway. If she could skip she totally would. The passing thought of taking her heels off didn’t sound too bad, and as she started to lean over to take them off a voice from behind made her stop.
“Are you Caterina Hensley?” The two men who approached were a little outside Cat’s typical fan demographics, but the one who had spoken was wearing a broad smile. "I hope you don't think I'm rude, but ... my girlfriend is a huge fan of yours. Do you think I could get an autograph?"
Her internal womanly warning flags went up fast when the sight of the two men came into her vision. She instantly wanted to run, but when one asked for her autograph, it was wrong as well as rude to deny a fan her autograph. They really were a bit out of the range of the type of fans she normally accumulated but she wasn't going to judge them by appearance. They could easily been closet fans and she was okay with that. Cat returned the smile with a bright one of her own. "Yes, I am. And I would love to give your girlfriend an autograph! ... But, I don't have a pen or a piece of paper." She frowned a bit, looking from one of the men to the other, expecting them to carry something that she currently didn't have at the moment.
“Ah, shit,” the first man said, and turned to his companion. “Hey, do you have something she can write with?”
“Sure,” he answered, reaching into his coat pocket.
What happened next was unclear at first, but the air around the three adult became stagnant quite suddenly. The light breeze angling down the alleyway was gone, and the world around them even became slightly distorted, as if they were looking at it from inside a soap bubble. The first man’s smile became more devious, and he grabbed hold of the front of Cat’s shirt.
“Sorry,” he said, “no one can hear you scream, babe. Do it, Frankie.”
Despite Cat’s struggles, the second man stepped forward to cover her mouth and nose with a strangely sweet-smelling cloth. It only took a handful of erratic breaths before everything went completely black.
Who: Mal, Gio and Caterina Hensley
What: Video of body discovery.
When: Monday, May 30, 5:28 AM (forward dated)
Where: Old North Avenue swing bridge
Rating: R
Concrete races past the camera lens as the video cuts in, and then the horizon of Boston Harbor is visible in the distance. The sun is rising, steadily staining the sky orange.
“This is almost romantic, Mal.” A disembodied male voice - Giovanni Sanfilippo’s voice - comes from behind the camera just as the view slides to the side again, focusing on Mallorie Hawke.
After a couple of camera flashes, Mal, who has been snapping photographs of random parts of the bridge, turns her eyes from the camera and glances at Gio, smiling.
She laughs a short laugh, then removes her hand from her camera, letting it hang around her neck. “If you wanted to go on a date with me, all you needed to do was ask, Gio.”
A breath of laughter. “Right.” The camera begins to zoom in on Mal’s face, but averts to the ground at Gio’s feet, recording his red sneakers alternating steps. “Even I wouldn’t suggest a date at 5 AM. I’d try to sound a little more impressive than ‘I start getting sleepy at 8 PM, can we do it in the morning?’ to someone I was trying to date.”
Mal’s laugh is heard in the background, though a little distorted with the video camera’s movements. “Hey, I keep telling you, nerd is the new hot!” A few, sporadic camera shutter clicks are heard in the background, and then a short gasp and a little clamor. “Okay, it just lost its romance. A rat. Gross!”
“Where?” Gio’s voice sounds intrigued, and the camera illustrates that by panning from side to side. The rat appears on screen several moments later, fat and beady-eyed, staring right at his human pursuers. “Aw, Mal, he’s not so gross.”
Mal’s disembodied voice laughs in the background. “Well, maybe if he wasn’t a rat.” She pauses, then speaks again. “Rats carry diseases. Maybe he’s cute, but his kidney-harming illnesses aren’t.”
The rat decides to scurry further away from the pair at that point, and the camera keeps track of its trek toward the old North Avenue bridge, which is clearly rundown with age and disuse. The girders look crisscrossed from the film’s perspective, and upon closer inspection, a dark shape seems to be swaying within the confines of the bridge, the side of it just peeking past one of the supports.
If close enough to the speakers, creaking can be heard in the background as the pair approach a particularly rotted area of the old bridge. “Looks like someone hung something from the bridge,” Gio says. “Hopefully you can get a good picture around it, but it looks pretty big.”
Mal’s back is in frame now, her head tilted up just slightly to take in the shadow of whatever is hanging from the bridge. “What is it?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and then turning her head to look at Gio with his video camera. “Can you get a better look with your zoom? Or should we go check it out?”
Despite asking, Mal walks forward, toward the hanging object to get a closer look, but the camera zooms in past her to whatever is hanging, causing the picture quality to become noisy and unclear. Even as the pair rounds the bridge to face it straight on, they’re still too far away for Gio’s phone camera to get a clear picture.
The zoom retracts and Mal is the focus of the camera again. “Zoom’s not working so well. The sun is in just the right position to make it impossible to see, too.” The glare from the sun is visible in the video, washing everything else out for a while as the pair walks in silence. That is, until Gio says “Careful on the bridge,” and a girder blocks the sunrise perfectly.
“Holy shit.” It’s Gio’s voice, and the camera is pointing down at the cracked concrete between his sneakers, which are still. “Mal?” His voice is higher than usual.
There’s silence for a few seconds, aside from a couple creaks as Mal makes her way toward the hanging object. After that, a clearly audible gasp. “Oh Christ it’s a person!” her voice squeaks on the final word. “Oh my god!”
The creaking of the floor on the old bridge is a little quicker now as Mal hurries forward to investigate. She’s silent for another few seconds, then finally speaks again. “Gio, oh my God. That’s...” she pauses, and even the silence bleeds disbelief, “That’s Caterina fucking Hensley!” She takes another brief pause. “What are we supposed to do?”
Finally, the camera lifts, and sure enough Caterina Hensley’s face meets the camera lens. “I’m - I have video,” Gio stutters. “We have to call someone. I’ll call Glory. I’ll call --”
The video ends.