Blood Oath

      EXT. Texas Suburban Street- Dusk

A quiet neighborhood on the edge of town. The low hum of cicadas. A sleek Dodge Charger sits in front of a modest home.

      INT. Kane’s Garage- Continuous 

Nathan Kane(38) built like a brick wall with scares to prove it, pounds a heavy bag with precision. Sweat drips from his chin, his knuckles raw. He moves like a Marine who never left the battlefield.

                       Emily(O.S.)

          Ew Dad, you’re dripping all over the floor again.

Kane pulls his gloves off, grinning as he turn. Emily Kane(10), gap-toothed and sharp-eyed, stands in the doorway with a popsicle.

                         Kane
         Yeah, I guess I will mop it up. What’s the report? Popsicle good.

                         Emily
         Strawberry. It’s elite.

                         Kane
          Elite huh? You better finish it before the ants declare war.

He kneels, ruffles her hair, plants a kiss on her forehead.

                   Kane Cont’d
         Give me fifteen minutes. I’m gonna shower, then it’s movie night. Deal?


                          Emily
           Deal.

She skipped off ponytail bouncing.

INT. KANE’S BATHROOM-MINUTES LATER

steam fogs the mirror. He steps out the shower, grabs a towel. Something feels… Wrong.

The house is too quiet.