"Are you crazy?"

After filming with PedoProductions last weekend (my knees are still protesting and waving little banners saying "ON STRIKE", but still, so worth it - I'd do it all again if I had to), I couldn't stop replaying the script, and well, I realised how much I'd have liked to be able to write a story out of the script, maybe do my own take on the story itself.

I haven't come up with anything good, but here's what I have for one of the scenes in the script. My writing's extremely rusty, plus I'm so out of it it's not even funny, but well.

Read, enjoy, but please try not to laugh too much at my writing. I know it's bad, seriously.

“Shouldn’t everyone get a second chance?” Jane asked, looking at Joseph imploringly, as though asking for his permission. In a way, she was – he was the one holding a gun to their author’s head, after all.

Joseph locked his eyes with her, staring at her for a long moment, the expression of fury he had shown Daniel - their author, their creator, still etched upon his face. She doubted that it would ever fade.

Of the three of them, he was most affected by the fact that their author had so heartlessly killed them. Sebastian was too young to understand, and her violent mood swings and insanity usually meant that she didn’t care. As long as she could kill someone, she didn’t quite care about anything else.

But now, she was actually feeling sorry for Daniel, tied up in his chair and begging them for mercy. Joseph glared at her, his gun still trained at Daniel’s head with shaking hands.

Then, with an exhalation of breath that was almost like a sigh, he dropped his arm to his side and looked away. Even though he had given in to her, Jane didn’t relax – she knew there would be hell to pay later.

“Outside.” he said, his voice scarcely reflecting the anger that was rolling off his body in waves. All she could do was steel herself and follow him out of the room, into the dark corridor.

The moment she stepped out of the room she was roughly shoved against the wall. “Are you fucking insane? Or have you gone soft?” Joseph’s accusations rang out as he glared at her.

“Yes, I’m fucking insane!” Jane shouted, her grip on the knife getting dangerously tighter and tighter. “Did it really take you this long to figure that out?” Furious, she did the only thing that seemed to make sense in her insanity-fueled haze – she lunged at Joseph.

Of course, she was no match for him – he simply grabbed her arm as she came closer and twisted it so that she was forced to drop the knife. She fought him as best as she could, but considering her small build, she was soon forced to give up. She slumped against the wall, Joseph still holding her still in case she decided to attack him again.

She had her violent tendencies that she couldn’t control, and her insanity that she couldn’t do anything about, but she also had her sweet moments. There were moments when it felt as though the three of them were like a family, albeit a dysfunctional one. She had moments when she actually seemed normal.

Except for when her moods spiraled out of control, and she gave in to the insanity gnawing at her, that was when she was most dangerous, for no one would be able to predict what she would do next. Even in her most dangerous states, she would never hurt Sebastian – something in her would never forget how he was like a little brother to her, and it was always Joseph who talked to her, who calmed her down when she was frenziedly cutting herself with her beloved knife just because she craved, needed the pain, needed to see the blood stream down her arm, needed to feel her miserable life start ebbing away before her wound healed. She could not die – after all, she was already dead. Their author had already killed all of them.

“’Are you crazy?’ That’s what he said to us. That’s what my father said to me, the last thing he said to me just before he shot me.” Jane said quietly. "That was why I couldn't do it - he reminded me too much of my dad. I'm sorry, but in that moment, I saw my dad. That was why I couldn't watch you kill him like he killed us."