A rave fable

Part One:
Iphigenia’s flight
The view of the ocean on the coast, white sands, beautiful skies, beautiful clear waters and beach.
The mansion, white, tall ceilings, large open rooms at first empty and silent and tranquil
DJ VO: The next, the next sound that you hear…the next sound you hear will be….
and gradually a buzz with a maid, and more maids and chefs and caterers as the house becomes alive

TV turns on. NEWS ANCHOR ( a la Jon Stewart) sits behind desk, he is “on the air”.

TV ANCHOR: It is estimated that one thousand one hundred and ten people have dis dis disappeared today in this land of guerrilleros and other corporate revolutionaries. General Adolfo will not confirm the disappearances, but will say that all citizens must vote for him in this weeks elections, which already threaten his current standing in office, as the opposition is starting to gain ground. The general will need a miracle to stay in office.
The garden. Luscious. Vast.
Iphigenia in a white Chanel dress. A party in full effect around her. A large cake, and many presents, a champagn waterfall. Young women and men of society and their parents of political society mingle and laugh. Children play batting at a piñata. 
TV ANCHOR VO: But if some great personal tragedy were to befall him, it is possible the country would embrace him again. No one can resist the tug of the human heart. One senseless death, of a rich girl, and we will be united in grief, sorrow, and peace. Do you hear me Iphigenia?
Iphigenia wanders away from the party into the maze of the garden where she lays down in a wild field of flowers

IPHIGENIA VO: Iphigenia was born centuries upon centuries ago. I have watched her grow up, only to see her die over and over, story upon story. I have lived inside her skin which has been reaaranged so that she will always remain a young girl with delicate wrists and tender breasts. And I have kept silent. I have done my fathers doing; I have honored my mothers way. I have let myself be adored by the faraway gaze of a crowd who wants to get a look at the girl, a good look at the girl, whom fortune has blessed. And now on this day of saints, all I want is to be free of Iphigenia, to be free of her certain fate.

Camila, Iphigenia’s mother (a la Jessica Lange) is seen looking for her daughter.
POV of the Security Camera as we see her wonder through the garden.
Camila: Iphigenia! Iphigenia! Where are you, daughter?
At the sound of her mothers voice, Iphigenia is woken from her day dream.
TV ANCHOR VO: In the city today, Iphigenia, the generals daughter, had a birthday. It was a private affair. Sources will not say what she was given, but it is estimated that there were a lot of presents, many of them from Cartier.
Iphigenia rejoins the party, where her father, General Adolfo is standing waiting to hand her a gift. She opens the box and her father lifts the necklace out to fasten around her neck. Camera lights go off as General Adolfo, Camila, and Iphigenia pose.  
TV ANCHOR: Some say this will be Iphigenia’s last birthday, although this could not be confirmed. Nothing can be confirmed these days. But one thing is certain: it will only be a matter of time before death will find our beloved girl. Its all a matter of time down here, in the “ass of the continent”, called such by great military and diplomatic entities who have never lost the fever of their ambition, before death finds us all. Do you hear me Iphigenia? Do you hear me?
Kids run and play batting at a piñata. the piñata is broke open to everyones horror and disgust, dead blackbirds fall to the ground. Immediately people grab their children and begin to leave. Security guards activate and immediately begin surveiling the grounds for signs of intruders. Chaos insues. Iphigenia takes it all in and immediately runs away.
Camila: Iphigenia! Iphigenia! Where are you going?
Iphigenia is in her car and driving fast.
Iphigenia: Im going to the northernmost point of the city. Im going to shake loose the bad luck piñata that has rained down on my head black birds and black wings. Im going to dance in the safe of an aircraft hangar that’s been turned into a ballroom.
She blasts the radio: we hear Achilles singing:
Achilles: war is over, the gods are over, everything, everything is over..

Iphigenia: And im going to let my body reign over the ragged people with their pale gleam. (over the music) Im going to ooooh and aaaahhh. Im going to let my body be. And stop, stop being the generals daughter who lives in a walled up garden by the light of the police.

Camila is seen stumbling, half asleep, erratic , on pills and vodka. Security surrounding her as they try to calm her.
Camila: Iphigenia! Iphigenia! Where are you, daughter?
Iphigenia continues to drive in darkness.

Iphigenia VO: Iphigenia is spun out onto a dark street. Fragments of words fall upon her as she tries to forget who she is…..

Iphigenia: Dear Gods, let me be anyone but Iphigenia. Erase my memory, escape my death. Only let me spin, oh gods, let me spin, for what I seek is an angel’s rest.
POV Security camera on heavily narcotized Camila
Camila: Iphigenia…
Iphigenia VO: Iphigenia sends herself into a phantasmagoric orbit: a wasteland of factories and blood-red tracks. She is nearing the northernmost edge of the continent.
Camila disappears from the surveillance camera and the red eye remains blinking on the green security screen.  


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