20,000 Fuck You's of Nattokinase
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
The bathroom is dimly lit, shadows distorting ominously on the walls. JACK (late 30s, disheveled, and pale) stumbles in, clutching his stomach with a grimace. His eyes are bloodshot, veins bulging beneath his skin, reflecting his deepening fear and pain.
He staggers to the sink, his face twisted in anguish. JACK
(weakly)
Oh God…
He leans over the sink, his breathing ragged. Suddenly, he starts retching violently. GAGGING sounds echo, the sink filling with dark, coagulated blood.
A BLOOD CLOT emerges, grotesque and pulsating. It’s a sickly, gelatinous mass with veins and tendrils still attached, writhing like a malignant organism. Jack’s panic escalates, and he continues to vomit, more blood mixing with the vile clot.
JACK
(panicked, gasping)
I need… I need 20,000 fuck yous of nattokinase… directly into my heart!
INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
A DOCTOR (mid-40s, clinical and detached) appears in the doorway, his white coat stark against the blood-spattered scene. He holds a syringe filled with a viscous, greenish fluid. The sight of it is as unnerving as the blood.
DOCTOR
(calming)
Alright, hold still.
Jack, still clutching the sink, eyes wide with fear, struggles to stay upright. The needle SHLUNKs into his chest, and the nattokinase flows into his bloodstream.
JACK
(screaming)
No! Stop!
Immediately, Jack’s skin starts to bubble and blister, a CRACKLING sound as it appears to sear and blacken. His veins pulse visibly, glowing with a sickly green light. Blood bursts from his pores, dripping and pooling around him. His heart races uncontrollably.
Suddenly, JACK'S HEART seems to EXPLODE with a horrifying RUMBLE and SHATTERING sound. His chest heaves as if something inside him is tearing apart. He collapses to the floor, gasping for air, his eyes wide with terror.
INT. WATER - CONTINUOUS
The scene shifts abruptly. Jack finds himself submerged in CLOUDY WATER, filled with a SICKLY, DARK RED tint. The water is tainted with blood, swirling around him. The earlier agony is replaced by a chilling numbness.
Jack tries to swim, but the water is thick and viscous, making it difficult to move. As he struggles, the BLOOD seems to cling to him, pulling him down. The water fills his lungs, and he’s engulfed in a suffocating MURK.
JACK
(screaming underwater, muffled)
No… no…
He thrashes about, gasping for air, but the blood-red water chokes him, each movement becoming slower and more desperate. His vision blurs as the darkness of the water closes in around him, a horrifying contrast to the calm he hoped for.
The water, now almost entirely opaque with blood, envelops him. His struggles become weaker, his limbs heavy.
JACK
(muttering in despair)
I can’t breathe… I can’t…
As the last of his strength wanes, Jack's head slips below the surface. The blood-stained water swirls around him, his final moments a nightmare of drowning in a sea of his own fear and pain.
FADE OUT.