So now that I have a handful of professional and small press publications to my name (Horror Writer's Association anthologies, Flash Fiction Press etc), I thought it about time I had a shot at writing a Future Shock, with the aim of submitting if I ever felt I'd gotten to a high enough standard.
Therefore I'd appreciate any, positive and negative, comments on this attempt at a first page. Bearing in mind I'm still writing the rest of the script, this is un-edited at present, so won't be up to standards, but any comments would be welcome none the less.

Page One:
Four panels. First and fourth panels should be horizontal and stretch across the page, with the other two panels in between the two.
1. A horizontal shot, though quite tight and fairly shallow. Essentially this is a scene-setting close up, including titles. This panel should be from the point of view of someone looking up at the face of a vast Gothic cathedral, the angle giving the impression that the cathedral is looming over us, with one of it’s double doors opening onto darkness. What horizon we can see behind the cathedral should be almost entirely black, with a few irregularly shaped points of light. We should not be able to see the ground at this point, so some of the cathedral should be lost towards the bottom of the panel.
Box: I don’t stand a chance. I’m guilty...
2. Interior of the cathedral, looking down from a high up corner of the ceiling, as though we were seeing from the angle of a security camera. Beneath us we see the congregation, who are filling every last space on the dozens of pews which fill the floorspace, a length of carpet separating the pews into two sections. Towards the top left corner of the panel we can see sections of the Cathedral’s windows, which should appear entirely black, with not a hint of stain glass.
Box: They know it, and so do I. The trial has been for show, nothing more.
3. Close up shot of Becka. She is down on her knees, her face, partly obscured by her dreadlocks, cast down towards the floor. She is bound at the wrists with chains, which lead off both sides of the panel, suggesting guards holding onto each end. Behind her can be seen the front sections of the congregation, who appear to be jeering and heckling Becka.
Judge Priest (off panel): Becka Vine, you have been found guilty of the crime of blasphemy...
4. Horizontal shot, again tight and shallow. This should be an almost mirror image of the first panel, with the Judge Priest, in traditional wig and dog collar - though his eyes should be completely black-, taking the place of the cathedral. This is from Becka’s point of view, so the judge should appear to be gazing down at her from atop the looming dock. While his dark eyes appear impassive, his mouth is set into a determined snarl, revealing crooked and irregular teeth.
Judge Priest: ...by way of denying that the great and worshipful void is the totality of existence, and for your heretical belief that humanity was not always required to light it’s own path through the purity of the great night. I therefore sentence you to life aboard a Torch Ship.