CHAPTER ONE

The joyous atmosphere that once surrounded the Cornell estate was swept away. Now only a sombre chill filled the air. The family were sat in the foyer, now released from their bonds. Cilly was sat next to Emma, Linda took notice of this and wasn’t pleased. She felt insulted that her daughter would rather be grieving beside a stranger than her own mother. Walt was sat inside the master bedroom, across from Cornell who laid unconscious at his death bed. Hours went by as everyone waited for news of his health. Fortunately one of the many attendees of the wedding was a renowned surgeon. He along with the help of some paramedics rescued Cornell; they even managed to see to Maurice’s wounds.

Walt himself couldn’t help but feel responsible. He held the man and his family hostage, he purposefully scared them, while Louie maimed their staff. What hurt the most was how he disappointed Cilly. Instead of saving her father he nearly killed him. It seemed as Walt’s homecoming was more calamity than comeback. On a subconscious level this was what he feared; back in Hell he actually made something of himself. Earth was a different story, his first attempt was such a washout you wouldn’t blame him for wanting to stay downstairs. It seemed as if he was jinxed, destined to fail even.

While he sat there patiently awaiting Cornell to awake, he pondered on whether he should continue working amongst the living anymore. He came to the conclusion that he just wasn’t cut out for it. He was going to return to the fiery pits. He knew Emma wasn’t going to like it. He dreaded the thought of telling her. Perhaps he wouldn’t, perhaps he’d just slip into the night never to be seen again. Running away from a problem was always easier than facing it. He felt sick, to even think such a thing. She was all he had left, she deserved an explanation. Cilly on the other hand, there was no way he could face her; he just wasn’t strong enough.

Suddenly Cornell starred to stir. He opened his eyes to see Walt sitting in the shadows.

CORNELL
Is this Hell?

WALT
No. You’re still alive.

CORNELL
Heh, only a matter of time right?

Walt hanged his head.

WALT
David, I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen. I shouldn’t have pushed so hard. I should have respected your choice.

CORNELL
No. You shouldn’t have.

WALT
What?

CORNELL
Using a man’s daughter against him, you’re a real ruthless son of a bitch.

Walt could hear footsteps approaching.

CORNELL (CONT’D)
She’s a good kid. I never spent much time on her, because… she never needed it. I always knew she was gonna be okay. She doesn’t take after me or Linda, that’s why. I swear she must be somebody else’s.

WALT
She, urm… she’s stubborn. I think that comes from you.

Cornell managed to muster a smile. The door creaked open, and through it entered Cilly.

CILLY
Dad. You’re awake.

She gently closed the door behind her and glanced at Walt. He wasn’t sure whether she was pleased or displeased to see him. He assumed it was the later.

CILLY (CONT’D)
I heard Walt talking and I assumed you were up. How are you feeling?

CORNELL
I’m not sure. I don’t what to feel or what to think. I just know I… I wasn’t the best father to you.

CILLY
What are you talking about?

CORNELL
No, listen. Cecilia, it’s true. I can deny a lot of things but I can’t deny that. I thought the key to the right upbringing was wealth. I neglected all the other things, like picking you up from school, helping with your homework or remembering your birthday. I just feel like, one day you were a baby and the next you were a young woman. I missed everything in between.

He began rubbing his eyes. Cilly tearfully accepted his words.

CORNELL (CONT’D)
There’s just so much I want to say to you, things I should have told you long ago. But there’s just no more time.

CILLY
Dad.

CORNELL
I’m sorry.

CILLY
I know… I know.

Cilly grabbed a hold of her father, the two held each other closely as they sobbed. Walt knew what it meant to accept someone for all their faults, to love them relentlessly and to see them go. It’s a pain he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy, and to see it happen to this girl chipped away at what humanity he had left.

CORNELL
I’m ready… I’m ready to break the deal.

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CHAPTER ONE

Sure enough the next day Walt was on the Cornell grounds, along with Emma. Although they weren’t the only guests to arrive that day. The drive way was stuffed with 4x4s and convertibles. The guests were all mostly young socialites, clearly Vivian’s friends. The rest were Cornell’s business contacts. They were… well, fat, old and shit.

EMMA
Oh, my God. This place is full of assholes. Are you sure we aren’t in Hell right now?

WALT
I thought you would love to go to a wedding.

EMMA
No, I hate weddings. The only time I want to go to a wedding is if I’m the bride.

WALT
Huh, I never knew that. I just assumed you loved them, being a gurl and all.

EMMA
Would you look at that, you learnt something new. And here I thought you knew everything about me.

WALT
You, don’t exactly know everything about me either.

He knew that wasn’t true.

EMMA
Shut up, you know I do.

WALT
Oh, yeah, who’s underwear am I wearing?

Emma recoiled in disgust.

EMMA
I hope its your own.

WALT
Me too.

The pair’s first stop was to find Cilly. Sure enough, she was at the first place they looked. By the bird bath reading a book. Emma snuck up behind her and poked her in her ribs. She jolted and let out a mousy shriek. Emma and Walt cackled.

CILLY
Emma!

EMMA
Sorry. I couldn’t help it.

Cilly smiled and bounced to her feet. She was blue over having to suffer through her sister’s wedding, but the idea of spending it with Emma and Walt made her ecstatic. She finally felt like one of the cool kids, no, she was way cooler than them. Her friends were older and one of them was a demon from Hell. And there was nothing the other teenagers could say or do that could beat that. She was positively buzzing, and nothing was gonna kill it.

LINDA
Cecilia.

Except for her mother.

LINDA (CONT’D)
We’re going to be starting the rehearsal wedding in about an hour, I expect you to be there.

Cilly turned to face her mother, her face vacant of both expression and emotion. Cilly’s mother stood before the three with her nose turned up.

Her mother was an attractive woman, especially given her age; but it was obviously due to the help of a surgeon. If Emma was a natural beauty then Linda Cornell was an unnatural one.

CILLY
Yes, mother.

Linda turned her attention to Walt and Emma. She mustered the most insincere smile ever performed in human history; it should have been awarded a Razzie.

LINDA
Hello, I’m Linda Cornell. Friends of Vivian’s I assume?

Emma was repulsed by the fact that someone, could mistaken her for one of Vivian’s shallow and spoiled friends.

CILLY
Actually their my friends, mother.

Linda scoffed at the notion. She still saw Cecilia as a toddler, hence why she always spoke down to her.

LINDA
It’s so nice of you to play with Cecilia, she does get restless very easily.

Both Walt and Emma had only known Cilly for several days now, but even they knew that wasn’t true.

LINDA (CONT’D)
Most of Vivian’s friends wouldn’t even bother.

Cilly felt demeaned, and wanted to yell at her mother. What was so hard for her to believe about Emma and Walt being her friends? Did she think she went to a play school, and did finger painting before taking a nap? Emma could see Cilly’s frustration, and she could see how anyone would go crazy with a mother like Linda. Emma wrapped her arm around Cilly’s shoulders.

EMMA
Please, it’s a joy to be with Cilly.

LINDA
Glad to hear it, I’ll see you at the rehearsal.

Linda plucked a stray hair off Cilly’s shoulder.

LINDA (CONT’D)
Make sure you sort your hair out, you look like a doll someone threw away.

Linda waltzed off. Cilly burned holes into the back off her head as she scowled. Emma pinched her cheek and mocked Linda’s voice.

EMMA
Cecilia, did you crawl out of a bin? Good lord, stay away from these people or you’ll catch the poor.

WALT
Aww, she’s all red.

Emma continued to impersonate Linda. Cilly was embarrassed and upset, but she even she found Emma’s antics humourous.

CILLY

It’s not funny guys, my mother is the worst.

Walt ruffled her hair.

WALT
You’re a real black sheep aren’t you?

CILLY
Yeah.

Cilly couldn’t agree more, she was always on the outside looking in when it came to her family.

WALT
It’s okay. You don’t want to be like these people. That was the mistake your father made. You’re already better than them.

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CHAPTER ONE

Emma was sat in an antique armchair, she stretched her legs and leaned back. After nearly falling asleep in the chair, she decided she had stayed put long enough. She rose out her seat and began inspecting the foyer. Everything from the carpeting to the chandeliers was grand almost ostentatious yet still contemporary. She then spent sometime sorting herself out in front of a mirror taller than her. She was somewhat ashamed of her appearance, her reddish blonde hair was a wild and unkept bush. Her eyes were red from a lack of sleep and crying; the last several hours had been a somewhat emotional roller coaster. Her clothes were creased and probably a little bit too raunchy for a high society such as this one.
Emma decided she could wait no more and went outside to smoke. She chose to do so in the garden; where she marvelled at the flowers, sculptures and fountain. Someone here had green fingers or at least an appreciation for the like. At the base of a large bird bath was a young girl. She was sat cross legged on the grass reading a book, she was no older than sixteen. Emma bored and starved for attention approached her.

EMMA
You got a lighter?

The girl raised her head and squinted at Emma.

YOUNG GIRL
No, I don’t smoke.

Emma and Walt always used the “you got a lighter?” line as an ice breaker. And it had almost always proved effective; just less so on children.

EMMA
Whatcha reading?

YOUNG GIRL
The Divine Comedy.

Emma laughed to herself, the irony was too perfect.

YOUNG GIRL (CONT’D)
It’s not an actual comedy.

EMMA
I know that, it’s just… An inside joke.

YOUNG GIRL
Are you here cause of the wedding?

EMMA
Not exactly. We, well my cousin actually has business with Gregory Cornell.

YOUNG GIRL
My dad? What kind of business?

EMMA
Ermm, that’s hard to say. But don’t worry it’s nothing bad.

YOUNG GIRL
No offence but you don’t look like a business woman.

EMMA
I ain’t offended, I know I’m too hot to work with bar charts and numbers.

The young girl sniggered.

EMMA (CONT’D)
So Gregory Cornell is your dad. What’s that like?

The young girl screwed her face up, it was clear she was struggling to find a suitable word.

YOUNG GIRL
Efficient.

EMMA
Efficient?

YOUNG GIRL
Yeah, he’s crazy about time management. He taught me if you’re early you’re on time, and if you’re on time you’re late. Longest I’ve ever seen him idle is maybe about five minutes.

EMMA
So he’s a workaholic.

YOUNG GIRL
He’d take that as a compliment.

EMMA
What about you, does he pay enough attention to you?

YOUNG GIRL
Not as much as Vivian, she’s my older sister.

EMMA
The bridezilla?

YOUNG GIRL
Yeah, she acts like she doesn’t want him around; but she’s always doing this to get his attention.

EMMA
Like what?

YOUNG GIRL
Well, one time she drove dad’s Bentley into the pool.

Emma chuckled, she could she herself doing the same thing; especially if it made her the focus of a loved one. She to would have been a spoiled brat; had she the same luxuries and privileges as Vivian in life. But her life was quite the opposite, she never had a Bentley or any kind of car she could crash; let alone a pool. She did however have an absent and neglectful father. Despite how polite the young girl was being, Emma could read between all the lines and understood her grief all too well.

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CHAPTER ONE

Annie was opening her letter box when Walt crept up from behind and kissed her neck. He began intimately touching her. Annie assumed it was her boyfriend Phillip.

ANNIE
You’re not usually this hands on.

WALT
It must be those new stockings of your’s.

Annie realized it was Walt and gasped.

ANNIE
What the hell are you doing? What if someone sees us?

WALT
Let them. I’d like to have someone watch.

ANNIE
That isn’t funny Walt, what if Phillip sees us?

WALT
I don’t give a shit about Phillip.

ANNIE
What about me? Do you give a shit about me?

WALT
Is that a rhetorical question?

She scornfully glared at him.

WALT (CONT’D)
Of course I do.

ANNIE
Then why are you trying to get us caught?

She pulled him into the corner under the stairs.

WALT
When are you gonna dump that idiot?

ANNIE
Walter, we talked about this. I’ve built a life with him. I moved to this city just for him, a part of me still loves him.

Walter always pretended it wasn’t true. His jovial demeanor whimpered away, his cold, stony and stoic persona took charge.

WALT
Gun to your head, someone said Phillip or Walt… Who would you choose?

He gestured a gun with his finger tips and pressed them against Annie’s temple.

ANNIE
I don’t want to play this game Walt.

He held her closer.

WALT
You don’t have a choice.

He pressed his finger/gun under her chin.

WALT (CONT’D)
Give… me… a name.

She chewed her bottom lip.

ANNIE
What am I doing, choosing who lives?

Walt shook his head.

WALT
Choosing who dies.

Annie leered at him, before curling her lips in the shape of his name. “Walter Scott”. She wore a smug smirk in a way only she could make endearing. He glared unimpressed.

ANNIE
Go on, pull the trigger.

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CHAPTER ONE

Walter Scott was not a happy man, he wasn’t a talented man, and when we get right down to it… he wasn’t even a very good man. During his life he moved with no purpose or direction, and as a result a lot of his mistakes in life stemmed from this. The guy had no idea what he wanted, unless he saw someone else with something he didn’t have. Then he’d finally start applying himself. Not towards earning these same things, but instead taking them for himself. Why?

WALT
It’s not enough to have what they have. I want them not to have it either.

But Walter don’t you see that’s stealing.

WALT (CONT’D)
I don’t give a shit. I deserve this stuff way more than any of them.

Walter felt entitled. He believed in a type of cosmic balance, “Shit things happen to me therefor good things must also happen to me.” Unfortunately he died before anything good ever came his way. Now he resides in Hell, serving out an eternal life sentence. Funny thing is, he’s now finally found a purpose.

When it comes to bringing misery and pain to others Walter Scott was a natural. He knew all the most agonizing instruments of torture and how to employ them. Lawyers who bent and exploited the justice system while they were alive, would represent a conveyor belt of clients before a judge in civil court. There would be no recess and no fees. And baring in mind this was hell, none of the matters were clear cut. When one man would burrow money from another man, and not pay it back; the other man would set fire to his dog. Yes even animals go to hell. If you’ve ever seen an episode of Judge Judy then you can imagine the pain pretty accurately, in fact that’s exactly where Walter got the idea. Only difference being the lawyers.

Walt was sat in front of the court house smoking a cigar like an asshole. He liked to micro manage, so he’d make occasional stops at all his punishments. As the unsatisfied clients made their way out the doors, Walt popped a bottle of champagne and sprayed it all over them like something out of a F1 podium.

VLAD
What the fuck?! Why the hell did I get fined?! This asshole stole from me!

RUSSLE
I stole from you cause you wouldn’t stop eating my mother’s ashes! I’m throwing all your god damn VHS tapes in the trash.

WALT
The reason you were fined was because you even owned a VHS collection. If the soul wasn’t immortal I’d have you sentenced to death.

VLAD
What do you want from me I died in 84.

WALT
You still could have had Laserdisc.

Walt proceeded to crack the bottle of champagne against the steps of the court house, or he tried. The films would have you believe that shattering a glass bottle is as simple as tapping it against a bar top, if this were true we’d all be drinking out of tin cans. Walt continued to hack away at the steps like an ape. His last swing had so much gusto it flew from his grip. He examined both his hands and then the floor. It wasn’t there. He then heard a thud followed by a shatter.

LOUIE
Arggghh!!!! What the fuck?!

Walt turned around, and standing before him surrounded by broken glass was Lucifer himself.

LOUIE (CONT’D)
What the shit? When did we start throwing glass bottles at people here? Or is that apart of the punishment?

WALT
No, I was trying to christen the court house.

LOUIE
Why? It’s been around forever.

WALT
Yeah, but now it’s really serving justice.

LOUIE
You got a point. It’s just like an episode of Judge Judy, although I still think the people on that show are in more agony. Hey we should really look at throwing bottles at the people when they come out, that would really ruin their day. Also instead of having one person win a case, how about they both lose. Yeah! Everybody loses!

WALT
What? That’s a stupid fucking idea Louie, no one is going to go to court if they know they’re automatically gonna lose.

LOUIE
This is Hell Walt, we can’t have any winners here.

WALT
What? That doesn’t make any sense, we have casinos here; people win shit all the time.

LOUIE
Fine, but we’re throwing glass bottles at them when they come outside.

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