Episode Fourteen: Taken

By Dean5339

Part One

 



INT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- BOY’S BEDROOM

We open to a small bedroom cluttered with toy airplanes, video games, and action figures. Two small boys sleep in their bed. ERIC KINGSLEY, age 10, and CLARK KINGSLEY, age 5. Their mother, MIRANDA KINGSLEY, tucks Clark in.

MIRANDA
If you need me, I’ll be right outside. Ok?

Clark shakes his head ok. Miranda reaches down and unplugs the night light.

ERIC
Mom, keep it on- please.

MIRANDA
Eric, you have to learn how to not be afraid of the dark one day. Besides, your brother has a hard time sleeping with it on. I’m sorry Eric, but this is the way it has to be from now on.

Eric frowns and looks towards Clark

ERIC
I hate you.

MIRANDA
Eric!

Eric shrugs

ERIC

Well, it’s true. There’s monsters mom. They can’t go near me if I’m in the light.

MIRANDA
Who ever gave you that idea?

Eric shrugs- matter of factly.

ERIC
Ronnie Jacobs

MIRANDA
That kid you hang out with in school?

Eric innocently nods.

MIRANDA
Well, trust me on this. There is no such thing as monsters…

Miranda kisses Eric on his forehead and rubs his hair.

MIRANDA
I promise.

Eric looks towards his mother and nods his head ok- still hesitant. Miranda exits the room. Eric looks over towards Clark.

CLARK
What?

Eric throws his pillow at Clark.

INT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- LIVING ROOM

Miranda walks into the living room and sits down. WALTER KINGSLEY looks towards her.

WALTER
Are the boys asleep?

Miranda nods her head

WALTER
What did you end up doing?

Miranda shows him the night light.

MIRANDA
He has to learn some day. He’s ten years old Walter, he’s growing up. Big boys aren’t afraid of the dark- you know that.

Walter nods

INT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- BOY’S BEDROOM

Eric lays awake in bed. CREAK! Eric sits up in bed and looks back and forth. Clark was fast asleep. CREAK! Eric looks over towards the closet door. It was open at a crack. Eric gets out of bed, grabs his baseball bat and walks towards the closet.

ERIC
I’m not afraid… I’m not afraid… I’m…

Eric reaches the closet door. He breathes out and closes his eyes.

ERIC
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…

Eric opens his eyes- the closet door was still slightly open. Eric nods and breathes out. He FLINGS the door open; nothing but an empty closet. Eric breathes out and quickly shuts the closet door.

INT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- LIVING ROOM

Miranda pours a glass of wine. She looks over towards her husband.

MIRANDA
Want one?

Walter looks towards her and nods.

WALTER
If you wouldn’t mind.

Miranda pours another glass of wine.

INT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- BOY’S BEDROOM



Eric sleeps soundly in his bed. CREAK! Eric opens his eyes; he sits up and looks towards the closet door. Open. He closes his eyes and quickly puts the blanket over his head- afraid. A slimy, emaciated, bony animalistic hand emerges out of the closet door. INT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- LIVING ROOM

Miranda and Walter drink wine by the fireplace. Eric SCREAMS at the top of his lungs. Miranda and Walter look towards each other. They immediately get up and…

INT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- SECOND FLOOR

Run towards their sons’ bedroom. They open the door.

INT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- BOY’S BEDROOM

Inside they find Eric leaning over Clark, crying. Blood everywhere! Clark is dead. Eric looks towards his parents, and puts out his bloody hands- afraid.

EXT. KINGSLEY FAMILY HOME- NIGHT

Outside of the suburban home the wind howls beneath the night sky.

SUPERNATURAL: TAKEN

INT. CAFÉ- BOOK LOUNGE- NIGHT (SCARS BY PAPA ROACH)



Dean reclines in his chair, drinking coffee. Sam sits opposite him reading a newspaper. An attractive young WAITRESS walks towards Dean.

WAITRESS
Want anything else?

DEAN
No, thanks I’m good.

The waitress smiles, looking Dean up and down she leaves. Dean looks towards Sam.

DEAN
Dude, she was totally checking me out.

Sam doesn’t respond. Dean nudges him in the shoulder.

DEAN
Dude.

No response.

DEAN
Alright, tell me… what is it?

Sam folds the newspaper and looks towards Dean.

SAM
Maysville, Kentucky…

Dean looks towards Sam, eyebrow raised.

DEAN
Huh?

SAM

It’s a small town.

Dean looks towards Sam- go on



SAM
Children have mysteriously disappeared. Gone without a trace.

Dean GRABS the paper and skims it over.

DEAN
No signs of entrance. All are taken at night, in their beds.

Dean breathes out and hands the paper back to Sam.

SAM
What is it?

Dean stands up. Determined.

DEAN
Come on Sam. We’re going.

Sam looks towards Dean, caught off guard.

SAM
You know what it is- don’t you? What’s doing this?

Dean shakes his head no.

SAM
Dean, what aren’t you telling me?

DEAN
Sam. It’s nothing. Alright. I just have a feeling. Let’s go.

Sam nods ok. They leave the café.

EXT. DRAKE FAMILY HOME- AFTERNOON

The Chevy Impala pulls over to the side of the road. Dean and Sam get out dressed as police officers. They walk towards the house and ring the doorbell. BURT DRAKE, balding, mid to late 40s, opens the door.



BURT
May I help you officers?

Dean nods

DEAN
I’m Officer McClane and this is my partner Officer Foley. We’ve come to…

MARGARET DRAKE comes to the door, drying her tears. She looks towards her husband.

MARGARET
Honey, what’s going on?

DEAN
We’re police officers. We came because of your son’s disappearance.

Burt and Margaret nod ok.

DEAN
Can you just run it by us one more time what happened that night?

BURT
We already told the police everything we know.

DEAN
I’m well aware of that, we’re just double checking to make sure that we got the facts right. Standard procedure, so if you don’t mind…

Burt holds onto his wife. Margaret shakes her head no.

MARGARET
It was a couple of nights ago. We had just laid Peter down to bed. He was fast asleep. The doors and windows were locked. No one came in or out of the house. I was in my bedroom when I heard Peter scream. I ran to his room as fast as I could. But, by the time I got there. He was gone. The windows were still shut and locked. No one had entered or left the house.

SAM
Any eerie noises? You know, like a sound you never heard before. Something strange. Something you can’t explain.

Margaret shakes her head no

DEAN
Did your son give you a hard time about eating his dinner just before he went to bed?

MARGARET
No. Why? I don’t see what this has to do with…

Dean looks towards Sam and nods.

DEAN
Would you mind if we search your son’s bedroom? We will only take a couple of minutes. Make sure we didn’t accidentally overlook something important.

MARGARET
No, it’s ok. Go right ahead.

Dean and Sam enter the house.

FADE TO: INT. DRAKE FAMILY HOME- PETER’S BEDROOM

Dean and Sam look around a small boy’s bedroom, around seven years old. Dean looks towards Sam and they take out flashlights containing a black light.

SAM
So, what are we looking for?

Dean turns off the lights.

DEAN
Anything it could have left behind.

Dean shines the black light around the room. Sam shines his on the windowsill.

SAM
Nothing over here.

Dean walks towards the closet. He opens the closet door and aims the light towards the handle. Fingerprints. Long. Animalistic. Definitely not human.

DEAN
Sam, you should come take a look at this.

Sam walks over and looks towards the fingerprints.

FLASH CUT:

INT. ABANDONED CELLAR

POV. UNKNOWN
We look up through rusting cage walls towards a man in a heavy black coat and hat. Face hidden in the darkness.

FLASH CUT:

EXT. DRAKE FAMILY HOME



Dean and Sam walk back towards the Impala.

SAM
So, those fingerprints… were those of a…

DEAN
Boogeyman? Yeah.

Sam looks towards Dean, curious.

SAM
I don’t get it. I thought all boogeymen did was scare children, not kidnap them.

Dean shakes his head no, sharply.

DEAN
There’s many different kinds Sam. The Homem do Saco, also known as the Bag Man, is a Brazilian boogeyman known to collect children and sell them. The Torbalan is one of two Bulgarian boogeymen- legend goes that it kidnaps children in its large sack. The other is the Talasam, lives in the shadows of a barn or an attic- comes out at night to scare children. Then you’ve got the Lulu-Khorkhore, the boogeyman who eats everything up- if a child doesn’t eat its meal, Lulu is known to come and eat the child. Then there’s the El Coco, or El Cocu depending- similar to Lulu it’s a child eater.

(repressed beat)

Then there’s the L’uomo Nero, an Italian boogeyman, translates into meaning “the black man.” The L’uomo isn’t known to eat or harm its victim. Instead it keeps its victim locked away. Dark. Cold. Makes you feel like you’re already in hell. For a whole month, it keeps you like that until… it kills you.

Sam nods

SAM
So, which one are we dealing with?

DEAN
I don’t know Sam. That’s what we need to find out.

An ambulance drives past the street. A crying mother sits in the back.

DEAN
And I think that ambulance holds our answer…

Dean and Sam run towards the Chevy Impala. Get in and close the doors.

INT. IMPALA

Dean starts the ignition. He looks towards Sam.

DEAN
Hold on.

EXT. DRAKE FAMILY HOME

The Chevy Impala takes off at a sudden burst. Following the speeding ambulance to an open field at the end of the street.

EXT. OPEN FIELDS

We see an ambulance parked in the middle of an open field surrounded by a forest. Cop cars surround the scene. The Chevy Impala pulls over to the side. Dean takes off running through the field. A COP attempts to stop him.

COP
Hey, you can’t go any further.

Dean pushes straight through him, Sam right behind him. Up ahead Dean sees the crying parents kneeling down next to their small son. Around nine years old. Dean stops and breathes out as he slowly approaches the boy. A tear falls down his eyes. Dean falls to his knees. We hear the sound of a SMALL BOY SCREAMING. Dean is the only one that hears it. The sound is painful.



SMALL BOY (O.S.)
Please! I need water… No!! No!!!

Sam looks towards Dean.

SAM
Are you ok?

Dean nods. He looks down towards the body of the dead son. Scratch marks all over, flesh tears, signs of being eaten.

SAM
What did this?

DEAN
The El Coco

Dean stands and walks away. Sam follows him.



SAM
What about the Lulu? That’s a child eater too.

DEAN
Yeah, I know Sam. But, I asked Peter’s parents if he gave them a hard time about eating his dinner. He didn’t. It’s not the Lulu-Khorkhore. We’re dealing with the El Coco.

PAN OVER towards the dead son and his crying parents.





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