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[previous | bottom] arm forms one huge SPIKE, just brushing the edge of the
circle.
Chris holds up one hand, palm almost touching the circle's
wall. His other presses against the urn.
CHRIS
Let's do this.
The daemon sends a PULSE of the blackest of BLACK ENERGY
along its outstretched arm.
It jumps through the circle, along Chris and into the urn.
Chris REELS at the power flooding through him.
Lyra feels it too, the urn in her arms SHUDDERING to contain
the energy pouring into it.
The power from the daemon keeps coming, flowing like oily
black TAR along Chris' arms and into the urn.
The urn is soon full, flickering lights and sparks showing
within the black goop inside.
But the daemon keeps the power coming.
Chris can't lower his arms, locked in place by the strength
of the power, and the urn begins to OVERFLOW, the tar-like
substance within spilling onto the floor.
It HISSES where it lands, burning like acid through the
floorboards.
Within the circle, the daemon CACKLES wickedly, intensifying
the energy pouring from it.
Danyael realises something is wrong, seeing Chris' grimace
and then looking to Lyra.
DANYAEL
Aw, crap... Chris! Hang on!
He drops his book and rushes over, leaving Glover chanting.
Danyael tries to grab Chris' outstretched arm, but as soon as
he touches it he's BLASTED back across the room!
He hits the wall with a hearty THWACK, sliding stunned to the
floor.
Lyra's eyes roll back into her head, her breathing coming in
ragged gulps as BLOOD starts to drip from her nose.
Chris sees this, trying to tear his arm away but finding the
goop is THICKENING around him!
CHRIS
No... no! Lyra! Drop the urn! Drop
it!
She can't hear him, the goop SIZZLING as it dribbles across
her bare skin.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Lyra!
(to daemon)
Enough! I command you! Enough!
DAEMON
You command nothing, vampire!
It suddenly LUNGES FORWARD, its huge fist breaking the circle
and GRABBING Chris by the arm!
There's a loud FIZZ as the circle's barrier goes down, the
dome of light flickering once before vanishing for good.
DAEMON (cont'd)
And now... you are mine!
It YANKS him forward, pulling Chris bodily into the circle.
The connection broken, Lyra wilts to the floor, the urn and
is contents spilling from her hands.
Chris fights with all he's got, but the daemon pulls him ever
closer to the maelstrom at its feet - the vortex ready to
suck him back down with it!
CHRIS
(gritted teeth)
I gave you... a chance...
DAEMON
Thisss meansss nothing! You
vampires, alwaysss ssso sssure of
what you can do, of what you think
you can command...
Chris reaches into his coat with his other hand, grabbing
something within.
CHRIS
I told you...
And with a flourish a RED KATANA is in his hand, SLICING down
across the daemon's arm!
The daemon HOWLS as its arm is severed, the insects buzzing
back to its body even as it flails around.
CHRIS (cont'd)
... I'm not a vampire.
He LEAPS back out of the circle, yelling to Glover:
CHRIS (cont'd)
Now!!
Glover quickly SMASHES the crystal in his hand onto the
floor.
DAEMON
(howls)
Nooo!!
The vortex rapidly grows to fill the entire circle, and
though the daemon scrabbles and claws for grip, it's no use.
The daemon dissolves back into a flood of flies, in disarray
as the powerful whirlpool below pulls it back down.
DAEMON (cont'd)
Thisss cannot... I will not go
back! I will not go back...
Its voice trails off as the last of the flies are pulled down
into the vortex.
Another CRACK of thunder - and the vortex is gone.
SMOKE rises from the ruined circle, parts of it smeared and
obliterated, while others have been BURNED AWAY.
Chris drops to Lyra's side, cradling her as he lifts her back
up again.
CHRIS
Lyra? Lyra, can you hear me?
She slowly opens her eyes, pale and weak.
LYRA
I'm... I'm sorry...
CHRIS
What? What for?
LYRA
I... dropped it...
Chris looks - the urn lies on its side next to her. All of
the GOOP within has burned through the floor. It's gone.
Chris lowers his head, cursing inwardly before looking back
to Lyra.
CHRIS
That... it doesn't matter. We'll
have to find another way. Maybe
there's something we missed, some
other thing we can -
DANYAEL (O.S.)
Uh... Chris?
Chris turns - and realises he can hear a loud BUZZING sound.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Will this help?
Danyael, BLOOD streaming from a cut on his head, has his boot
clamped down on one of the huge FLIES, which flutters weakly.
Chris starts to grin, and we DISSOLVE TO:
15 INT. GLOVER'S LIBRARY - STUDY - LATER 15
Most of the circle has been swept away now - some parts of it
have been ETCHED into the floorboards through the intense
heat involved.
They vanish from view as Glover drags a large RUG over them,
trying his best to cover the marks.
GLOVER
(tuts)
I'm going to need more rugs in
here...
He looks round to find Chris poised above the black fly,
which is pinned down through its crushed wings.
He holds the red katana, which Danyael is admiring.
DANYAEL
That what you asked Glover to find?
CHRIS
(nods)
It's a daemonslayer's sword from
the tenth century. Glover keeps a
selection of relics and artefacts
here along with the books. I
remembered that he had it and
thought it might come in useful.
LYRA
Can we hurry up and do this,
please? The smell of this thing...
it's just bad.
Chris nods, standing ready over the feebly BUZZING fly.
CHRIS
(to Danyael)
Ready?
Danyael nods, waiting with a small JAR in his hand.
Chris holds the katana above the fly - and then SLITS it from
head to thorax.
A thick YELLOW FLUID bubbles out of it, and with a grimace
Danyael catches it all within the jar.
LYRA
(sniffs; wrinkles nose)
I take it back. That smells bad.
DANYAEL
Just be glad you don't have to see
any of this...
The jar full, Danyael steps back, COUGHING in disgust.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Please say that was enough.
CHRIS
(grins; takes jar)
It's perfect. Good work.
He walks past him, over to the site of the circle.
CHRIS (cont'd)
I'm sorry, Johan, but I'm afraid I
have to spoil your floors one last
time.
GLOVER
(resigned)
I can't very well complain, can I?
Chris pats him on the shoulder, dragging the rug away and
kneeling down.
Dipping a finger into the jar, he draws another, smaller
PENTACLE on the floor in the daemon's blood.
He steps back, watching as a shimmer of RED LIGHT passes over
the pentacle, soldering it to the floorboards.
Chris turns to the others as SMOKE starts to rise from the
pentacle, along with CRACKLES of energy.
DANYAEL
Good luck, man. Just bring her back
safe, alright?
LYRA
And be careful. Please.
He looks to Danyael and Lyra, but finds there's nothing he
can say at this moment.
There's a muted BOOM, and Chris turns to find the pentacle
has COLLAPSED into the floor - and in its place is a long,
dark TUNNEL, descending into nothing but more darkness.
Chris tightens his grip on the katana, stepping to the edge
of the portal.
He closes his eyes - and steps out over it, letting himself
DROP swiftly from view.
A second later, the portal CLOSES with a gout of FLAMES - and
moments later, the markings FADE AWAY as if they'd never even
existed.
The others walk to the spot where the portal opened, Danyael
hugging Lyra for comfort, as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
16 INT. HELL - HOLDING CELLS - NIGHT 16
A row of cells, their bars warped, rusted and corroded - but
still no way for anything to get out.
The corridor looks like it's made out of crusty red rock,
shimmering waves of heat rising from the floor.
A pair of BOOTS come into view, pacing slowly down the long
corridor.
Bodies and faces try to press through the bars as we pass -
ARMS reach out and feeble voices cry for attention.
The boots ignore them all, heading for the final cell in the
block - from which come the sounds of quiet SOBBING.
17 INT. HELL - HOLDING CELLS - CELL - NEXT 17
Looking out from inside the cell, the dark shadow of the
PRISON GUARD comes into view.
The sobbing continues even as the Guard RATTLES his keys in
the lock, GRUNTING as he manages to force the uneven bars
back.
GUARD
Alright, six-seven-five-nine, let's
go.
Twist sits up from the bed - if you can call a slab of rock a
'bed' - and wipes her eyes.
TWIST
What?
GUARD
I said 'let's go.'
Twist has no fight left in her as the Guard steps inside,
laying a thick, SCALY hand on one arm and pulling her up.
18 INT. HELL - HOLDING CELLS - NEXT 18
Twist keeps her head down, ignoring the JEERS and cries of
the other inmates as she's led away.
Two more Guards are waiting at the triple-gated entrance to
the corridor, SLIDING them back as the duo approach.
The Guard nods to them as he and twist pass through, the duo
continuing alone down the walkway beyond.
19 INT. HELL - CORRIDOR - NEXT 19
Twist stays with the Guard as they head along another long
corridor, again carved out of red rock.
GUARD
I heard about your appeal.
TWIST
(looks up)
Huh?
GUARD
Word gets around. A case like
yours, well... don't get many of
those down here.
Twist lowers her head again. She's too drained to even reply.
GUARD (cont'd)
Yeah, I think you got a bad deal.
Lots of people worse than you going
the same place you are. But
still... rules is rules.
Twist isn't listening - she's looking around. Her eyes flick
to the large CUTLASS on the Guard's belt.
GUARD (cont'd)
We had this one guy, a while
back... can't remember his name,
but I'm pretty sure he was the guy
who kept bits of his victims in the
fridge. He's where you're headed,
and I don't think for a second -
Twist suddenly GRABS the cutlass, pulling it from the Guard's
belt and holding it against his throat!
TWIST
Alright, baumgartner, listen up.
You're exactly a half second away
from me seeing what colour blood
daemons have unless you do exactly
what I say. Capish?
GUARD
(sighs)
This won't make any difference.
TWIST
How's about you let me be the judge
of that?
GUARD
Where are you planning on going?
TWIST
That's where you come in.
GUARD
I'm just a guard. I take people
places, that's it. I don't have the
key to some magic elevator to take
you back home.
TWIST
No... but you can take me to
someone who does.
The Guard shakes his head, but Twist CUTS the blade into his
neck, just a fraction. It's enough to get the Guard moving
again.
Twist checks behind her - they're all alone, but there are no
visible exits from the route they're on.
TWIST (cont'd)
Okay, first question. How do we get
back to the surface?
GUARD
I told you -
TWIST
The city. How do we get back up
there?
The Guard pauses, then reaches slowly for his belt.
TWIST (cont'd)
Hey!
GUARD
Relax...
He brings up an AMULET, holding it out.
GUARD (cont'd)
... I needed this.
Twist SNATCHES the amulet away, and the Guard points towards
the wall.
GUARD (cont'd)
Makes a doorway anywhere you need
it. Just hold it to the rock and
repeat these words - jnanani
manasa.
TWIST
(beat)
You do it.
The Guard sighs again as Twist shoves him up to the wall. As
instructed, the Guard presses the amulet against the rock.
GUARD
Jnanani manasa.
There's a RUMBLE, a jagged CRACK starting to snake up the
wall, and Twist pulls herself and the Guard back.
As she watches, a DOORWAY forms out of the solid rock itself,
complete with archway, engravings - and a handle.
A final CRUNCH signals the end of the magic, and Twist
reaches a tentative hand out to the handle.
It TURNS - and opens out onto the street - right back out
into the City itself!
Twist grins, her concentration dropping for an instant - and
the Guard quickly SPINS out of her grip!
He goes for a PUNCH and she ducks, his fist GOUGING a hole in
the wall.
TWIST
Hey! What happened to 'not making
any difference'?
GUARD
It's up there with 'I don't get
paid if you escape.'
He SWINGS again, but it's a slow blow she easily dodges.
Twist PIROUETTES round to get close enough.
WHAM! She DRIVES the cutlass up into his chest, starting at
the belly and aiming upwards.
TWIST
Then I hope they do health
insurance down here...
The Guard CHOKES, staggering backwards, and Twist is gone -
out the doorway and into the night.
SHOUTS of anger follow her as she pushes through anyone in
her way, quickly vanishing into the crowds.
The Guard painstakingly DRAGS the cutlass back out of his
chest, letting out a low GROWL of anger before heading off in
pursuit.
20 EXT. THE PIT - NIGHT 20
Chris lies prone, suspended in mid-air in a space of pure,
inky blackness.
He stirs, coming round, his fingers finding the red katana
and bringing it close.
Chris sits up, looking all around but finding no sign of
anything resembling Hell.
CHRIS
Bugger...
He stands, looking down past his feet - and sees a pinprick
of LIGHT.
He looks up - more little points of LIGHT are starting to
appear, quickly spreading across the gloom.
Suddenly, a bright beam of LIGHT shines from beneath him,
causing Chris to shrink away at its brilliance.
The points of light around him start to change - becoming a
deep RED in colour.
The beam of light also darkens, becoming a shifting, red and
yellow blend of swirling colours.
And that's when whatever was holding him up is gone - and
Chris FALLS into the beam of light!
He SHOUTS as he falls, hair and clothes whipping up around
him as he plummets at impossible speed into whatever awaits.
FLAMES start to spark all around him, starting with the dots
of light but then snapping at the edges of the beam of light.
There's a sudden ROAR as the entire light beam turns to
FLAMES, and Chris shields himself from the intense heat.
FACES can be seen within the flames, hundreds of grotesque,
tormented visages that HOWL and SNARL at him as he whips past
them, still falling at incredible speed.
Managing to look down, he sees that the flames spiral down
for what looks like miles - until a BLACK HOLE starts to open
beneath him!
Chris can't control his descent, only watch and wait as he
races towards the opening - looking more and more like a
MOUTH ready to devour him!
He pulls his arms and legs in close, trying to minimise
whatever might happen when he hits the mouth...
... and he's through, the opening CLAMPING shut behind him
with another burst of FLAMES!
21 EXT. HELL - CITY - NIGHT 21
And with another YELL, Chris plummets down from the sky to
find himself falling towards Hell itself - from about a mile
above the city!
He gapes for a beat at the sight - a huge valley crammed with
misshapen, distorted buildings, surrounded by a craggy
mountain range and dominated by a tall stone TOWER rising
from its centre.
There's no sun, but the whole scene is bathed in a deep red
light, gouts of FLAME shooting from various sections of the
city like smokestacks on a factory.
What gets his attention next is the first building he's
falling towards - a mockery of a CHURCH, whose STEEPLE is
about five seconds away from spearing him in two!
Chris brings his hands round, conjuring up a haze of BLUE
LIGHT which starts to flow around him.
Acting like a magical parachute, the energies slow his
descent by a crucial few moments.
The church steeple is coming up fast, but with the extra time
Chris can get his katana ready and his boots up.
He rockets into the steeple, narrowly avoiding the spire by
twisting his body round it.
CRUNCH! He RAMS his katana into the side of the steeple,
using it and his boots to slow his descent further.
TILES scatter and fly all around him as he carves his way
down the side of the building, SMOKE rising from the
friction.
He hits the body of the church, more solid rock that BOUNCES
him away, and Chris spirals back into dead space, hands
clawing for purchase.
22 EXT. HELL - CITY - ALLEYWAY - NEXT 22
Tracking Chris from his position up in the red sky, he
plummets towards a narrow gap between two buildings...
... and SLAMS into the roof of one, SKITTERING down it until
he skips right over the edge!
He SMASHES from one wall to another, CRASHING against a
window here and CLANGING against a gnarled fire escape there.
And with a last SHOUT he hits the ground HARD, landing face
first in a pool of filthy water, sending a SPLASH of the
stuff up all around.
He remains there, stunned by the fall, the murky water
lapping at his still form.
With a GASP, he jerks back, SPLASHING feebly through the
water as he claws his way onto dry land.
Rolling onto his back, he GROANS in pain - his left arm and
both legs are twisted at awkward angles.
Reaching over with his right, he takes hold of his broken
forearm - and SNAPS it back into place!
Chris ROARS in pain, rolling onto his side and waiting for
the agony to subside a little.
He drags himself along a little further, making room to reach
down and do the same for each leg - a bone-crunching SNAP for
each one going back into place.
Exhausted, he slumps and lands flat on his back, head
swimming and consciousness fading.
CHRIS' POV:
Just for a second, he sees what looks like Twist racing past
one entrance of the alleyway...
ON SCENE
... and then he BLACKS OUT, head falling to one side.
23 EXT. HELL - CITY - STREET - NEXT 23
Twist rushes into frame, pressing herself flat against a wall
as she checks to see if she was followed.
The streets are packed with people milling around, and others
are hanging out of the windows and openings in the buildings
higher up.
Walkways, paths and balconies intercross the street on a
variety of levels, making a veritable spaghetti junction of
human traffic.
Twist's eyes dart around as she scans the scene around her,
taking in the warped, unnatural building designs, the
cacophony of noise made by the huge crowds of people milling
around, and the faces of some of the citizens walking around
and over her:
TWIST'S POV:
Some look normal, if a little rugged and mean, but then she
starts to pick out tall, horned people, people with fangs,
obviously inhuman skin colourings and patterns, claws, wings,
tails - in short, daemons. Lots of them.
ON SCENE:
Twist closes her eyes and takes a breath, knowing she needs
to act natural to keep herself hidden.
She steps slowly out into the sea of souls, falling into step
and moving along like she knows exactly where she's going.
PULL BACK past the buildings, as a few IMPS fly past,
spiralling up into the air and taking in another landscape
view of downtown Hell - Los Angeles meets Mars. On fire.
PUSH IN and head towards the alley where Chris ended up,
passing a crowd of DAEMON THUGS as they kick some poor human
into several pieces, and into:
24 EXT. HELL - CITY - ALLEYWAY - NEXT 24
Chris blinks, waking up and pushing back to the surface
through the fog of unconsciousness.
He clutches a hand to his forehead and sits up, his vision
still blurry from the shell shock of an impact he took.
Which is when several of the Daemon Thugs appear in front of
us, standing between him and the alley exit.
THUG #1
What's this? Another stray?
He clomps forward - a bizarre cross between a rhino and a
bulldog on a bad day - and stands over Chris.
THUG #1 (cont'd)
What'cha doin' down our alley?
CHRIS
Get out of my way.
Chris shakily rises to his feet, the display of unsteadiness
amusing the thug.
THUG #1
(to others)
Hey! Any of you still in the mood
for some action?
Several CHEERS greet him, the rest of the Thugs jogging over
to join him.
CHRIS
I won't tell you again...
Chris tries to focus on them, but he's still woozy.
CHRIS (cont'd)
... leave me alone.
THUG #2
Or what?
A KNEE flies up into Chris' stomach, knocking him to the
floor again.
THUG #3
You'll be really, really upset?
The Thugs SNICKER, a bestial, grunting sound.
CHRIS
No...
SNIKT! The nearest Thug abrubtly stops laughing.
CHRIS (cont'd)
... but I have a feeling you will
be.
And with a wet SQUITCH, the Thug's legs SLIDE AWAY from
beneath him!
His comrades jump back, BARKING in anger as Chris slowly
rises to his feet - and raises the katana towards them.
Down here, the runes etched into the blade are GLOWING,
streaks of energy coursing up and down Chris' arm.
CHRIS (cont'd)
So who's next to find out how upset
I can get?
The Thugs don't need telling twice. As one, they turn and
run, falling over each other in their haste.
Chris starts on his way, grimacing with each step, leaving
the alley and onto:
25 EXT. HELL - CITY - STREET - NEXT 25
Now it's Chris' turn to gape at the maelstrom of activity
around him.
He quickly tucks the katana out of sight inside his jacket,
leaning against a wall for support.
PULL BACK to find a tall, pale man is mimicing his pose a few
feet along the wall. He lights a CIGAR, exhaling a puff of
blue smoke.
STRANGER
You look lost.
Chris shoots the man a look, then gets moving again.
STRANGER (cont'd)
You need any help?
CHRIS
No, thank you.
STRANGER
(shrugs)
Just saying... most people who fall
out of the sky and land here could
use a little nudge in the right
direction.
Chris stops, turning to face the man as he steps away from
the wall and heads over.
STRANGER (cont'd)
I also happened to notice how you
dealt with Hoof and his gang just
then. New guy in town waving a
sword like that around could
attract plenty of the wrong
attention - if he wasn't careful.
CHRIS
Alright... what do you want?
STRANGER
Start by telling me what you want,
and we'll work from there.
CHRIS
How do I know I can trust you?
STRANGER
Because I'm the first person who's
looked like someone you can trust
since you got here.
Chris hesitates, and the man extends a hand in greeting.
STRANGER (cont'd)
Call me Stranger.
CHRIS
That's your name?
STRANGER
No, but it's what you can call me.
Chris looks him up and down - then relents and shakes.
CHRIS
I'm Chris.
STRANGER
So why're you here, Chris?
CHRIS
I'm looking for a friend. She's
trapped down here and I plan on
bringing her back.
STRANGER
(smiles)
And I'm glad to say you're not the
first person I've heard say that -
and I helped the last person who
asked me that as well.
He lays a comradely arm over Chris' shoulders.
STRANGER (cont'd)
C'mon, Chris. Let me take you to
someone who can help.
Chris keeps himself tensed up, ready for the attack, but it
never comes as he and the Stranger head off.
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