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12 EXT. STREET - NEXT 12
An old building at the corner of the block - used to be a
cafe - is ABLAZE, with a crowd of people outside.
Some of them are VAMPIRES - pale skin, mismatched clothing -
and some of them are TROOPERS, Parker's well-equipped men.
There's only a handful of vamps left - BURNING BODIES and
vamps with STAKES jutting through them litter the street!
The trio in the car can only watch as one of the troopers
brings a FLAMETHROWER to bear on the survivors...
... who are engulfed in FLAMES!
SCREAMING, they try to put out the flames, crashing into one
another in a futile effort to get away.
13 INT. HIRE CAR - NEXT 13
Frozen, Danyael can't tear his eyes away. Twist grips his
shoulder.
TWIST
We can't... we can't help them,
Spook. They were done for before we
got here.
DANYAEL
But... but...
His phone RINGS again. He scrambles to dig it out.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
(off display)
It's Miley, she... she's another of
the vamps round here...
And then Marcus' phone RINGS.
MARCUS
(off phone)
It's Jen. She's got a pack holed up
near here.
(beat; reads)
They're under attack.
Twist and Danyael swap a worried glance, their eyes drawn
back to the remnants of the vamp base outside.
TWIST
What the hell is going on?
Danyael stares - then grits his teeth and shifts the car into
gear.
TWIST (cont'd)
Danyael? What are you -
And Danyael STAMPS his foot on the gas, the car barrelling
towards the troopers as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
14 EXT. STREET - DAY 14
The troopers look up, clocking the car speeding towards them.
Several bring their GUNS to bear.
15 INT. HIRE CAR - NEXT 15
Twist boggles as she sees a plethora of gun barrels aimed
their way.
TWIST
Get down!
She YANKS Danyael's head down - as BULLETS smash through the
car, peppering it with holes!
16 EXT. STREET - NEXT 16
The car SLEWS sideways, SKIDDING towards the troopers as they
continue to pump bullets into it.
It CLIPS one of the trooper's armoured vehicles, BOUNCING up
on its rear wheels!
It HITS another of the vehicles and FLIPS, rolling onto its
side and BARREL ROLLING into the burning building!
Troopers HURL themselves out of the way as the vehicle
SMASHES into the wall.
The soldiers are quick to recover, some recovering dropped
weapons as others move to cover the car...
... but Twist, Marcus and Danyael BURST from within, POUNCING
on the nearest soldiers!
They're sporting minor injuries, but nowhere near enough to
slow them down.
Twist TACKLES her soldier to the ground, CRACKING his head
off the asphalt.
Danyael KICKS one's gun away, driving a FIST into his gut
that doubles him over.
He grabs the guard and swings him bodily round, using him as
a human shield as more OPEN FIRE!
Marcus is like lightning - he attacks one guard, striking the
next before the first has even hit the ground.
The team are evening the odds, but the flamethrower-wielding
trooper is moving in...
Marcus looks up from his latest victim, BLOOD on his fists -
and sees the flamethrower taking aim at Twist!
MARCUS
No!
He DIVES towards her, SHOVING her aside as a gout of FLAME
streaks towards them.
It sails past - and engulfs another trooper! He HOWLS in
pain, stumbling blindly backwards.
Danyael scoops up a discarded GUN, turning and spraying the
remaining troopers with bullets.
They shoot back, but Danyael ignores the bullets tearing into
him, firing until every last trooper is down.
A moment passes. Breathing hard, Danyael drops the spent,
smoking gun.
Twist starts to pick herself up, but Marcus keeps her pressed
down, checking the coast is clear himself.
TWIST
(muffled)
Look, I get what you're trying to
do, and on anybody else it'd be
sweet, but -
He abrubtly rises, letting her get up. She dusts herself off,
quickly rounding on him:
TWIST (cont'd)
Listen up, newbie!
MARCUS
(amused)
'Newbie'?
TWIST
I'm gonna cut you some slack
because you don't know how we do
things, but here's one thing you
need to get absolutely clear
straight away - I can take care of
myself! You got that?
MARCUS
I don't doubt it. But there's one
thing you need to understand.
He leans in close, making her shrink back an inch.
MARCUS (cont'd)
I've got your back.
He turns and starts to walk away, adding:
MARCUS (cont'd)
Whether you like it or not.
He heads over to Danyael, who is looking sadly down on the
ASHES and BODIES that used to be Nate and his gang.
MARCUS (cont'd)
No survivors?
DANYAEL
If we'd gotten here sooner,
maybe... we could've...
MARCUS
We'd have ended up like them. We
got lucky when we took them by
surprise.
Marcus KICKS one of the trooper's bodies, rolling it onto its
back.
MARCUS (cont'd)
This has to be Parker's doing.
Both of their phones RING again at that moment, the boys
checking them as Twist stomps over.
TWIST
Alright, I'm all fired up and we've
run out of things to kill. Best
find me something before I start on
you two.
(beat)
What is it?
DANYAEL
(off phone)
More vamps under attack. All over
town.
(looks up)
We're being cleaned out.
MARCUS
There's a wolf clan who hang out a
few miles from here. Last message I
got from them just said 'help.'
TWIST
So what are we standing around here
for? Let's move!
DANYAEL
Yeah, but...
He nods towards the twisted, broken wreck that used to be
their hire car.
TWIST
(looks over his shoulder)
So we get ourselves an upgrade.
The boys turn - and see she's looking at one of the armoured
vehicles, ready and waiting, as we CUT TO:
17 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - DAY 17
Chris, Lyra and Vivian run on. ALARMS still ring out, their
path blocked every few turns as more STEEL SHUTTERS drop from
the ceiling, sealing off their escape.
VIVIAN
We're getting penned in! We have to
get out of here!
CHRIS
You're the expert on these things!
Where do we go?
Vivian quickly looks round, trying to gather her thoughts.
VIVIAN
(points)
That way!
The trio start off, heading for a long, circular tunnel...
... just as a squad of TROOPERS appear at the other end!
TROOPER
Freeze!
GUNS are quickly aimed at the team as Vivian skids to a halt,
twisting round to yell:
VIVIAN
Other way! Other way!
GUNFIRE rattles after them, the trio just making it round a
corner as bullets chew holes in the wall behind them.
ROUND THE CORNER, the team try to catch their breath as the
troopers close in, fanning out to pin them down.
LYRA
Are we trapped?
VIVIAN
No! We're... actually, yeah. We're
trapped. Sorry.
Chris leans out - and ducks back as GUNFIRE thuds into the
wall, spraying him with plaster.
CHRIS
We need a diversion.
VIVIAN
No, we need an exit strategy.
CHRIS
Vivian, get yourself and Lyra out
of here. I'll make sure you're not
followed.
LYRA
Chris, no!
He suddenly DIVES out from around the corner, RACING across
the chamber as the troopers try to shoot him down!
LYRA (cont'd)
Chris!
Lyra tries to follow him - Vivian YANKS her back as a fresh
round of bullets HAMMER into the wall.
VIVIAN
That's our diversion! Go!
Vivian drags the frantic Lyra back off down the corridor.
ON CHRIS as he FLIPS into the air to avoid the bullets
chasing him.
SLOW MOTION as he draws his katana mid-flip, SLICING down to
cut one of the offending guns in two!
RESUME SPEED as he lands, turning and SLAMMING his open palm
into the disarmed trooper's chest.
There's a FLARE of GREEN ENERGY and the trooper is PROPELLED
back through the air.
He SLAMS into the wall as his comrades move to intercept -
two of them lower their guns and draw STAKES instead!
Chris rounds on them as the troopers surround him, spiralling
his katana round to DEFLECT a burst of gunfire.
Bullets RICOCHET all around, one STRIKING another trooper in
the shoulder.
He YELLS and drops to the floor - but Chris is GRABBED from
behind by another of the soldiers!
Chris struggles, but before he can break free the other two
agents are on him, raining down PUNCHES!
Chris reels from the barrage, eyes fixing on a STAKE as it's
held aloft, ready to finish him...
... so Chris SNAPS his head back, smashing the nose of the
trooper holding him!
He staggers back, releasing Chris, who drops to the floor and
PUNCHES the ground.
A SHOCKWAVE of magic ripples out from him, sending the
troopers tumbling to the floor.
He quickly rises, KICKING one as he tries to recover and
spinning round to tackle the survivors:
And one of them sinks a SYRINGE into his neck! The syringe is
filled with YELLOW FLUID, which is quickly injected into him.
Chris whips round and drives an ELBOW into the trooper's
face, knocking him back with a spray of BLOOD.
He rips the syringe from his neck - but sees with alarm that
the contents are gone.
VOICE (O.S.)
That's right...
Chris slowly looks up - and there's Parker, flanked by a
fresh squad of troopers!
PARKER
(smirks)
... say goodbye to your magic
again.
Chris clenches his fist - and then falters, dropping to one
knee.
Parker nods to the troopers behind him, who hurry forward and
surround the failing Chris.
Parker strolls over, kicking Chris' stray katana away and
leaning in over the now-woozy Chris.
PARKER (cont'd)
It's a little stronger than the
usual stuff. Thought I'd better up
the dosage when I heard you were in
the area.
Chris' eyes flutter before he finally CRASHES to the floor.
PARKER (cont'd)
(sighs)
Although maybe I made it a little
too strong...
(shrugs)
Ah, well.
As the troopers drag the unconscious Chris up off the floor,
we CUT TO:
18 EXT. APARTMENT BLOCK - DAY 18
The stolen armoured vehicle SCREECHES to a halt, Marcus the
first to leap out. He's looking upwards:
At the FIRE raging through the top few storeys of the
apartment block before him.
Twist and Danyael join him, Marcus' expression hardening.
They know better than to ask what's happened.
FIRE CREWS are already on the scene, jets of high pressure
water tackling the blaze as onlookers watch them work.
MARCUS
(choking up)
Jen, she... she'd just had two
kids, a boy and a girl... just
pups, but you could tell they were
going to be just like their mom...
Twist bites her lip, glancing at Danyael. He shrugs, not
knowing how one comforts a forlorn werewolf.
TWIST
Marcus...
He spins round suddenly, marching back towards the van.
TWIST (cont'd)
(sighs)
We're getting our collective asses
kicked, aren't we?
DANYAEL
We can't be everywhere at once.
While we were driving out here,
more bases could've been hit.
Probably were.
TWIST
So, what? Parker just wakes up one
day and decides he's gonna rub out
everything not a hundred per cent
human on the planet?
DANYAEL
That's what he does, Twist. This
time, though...
He looks back towards the burning building.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
... looks like he means it.
They start as Marcus reappears - carrying a SHOVEL.
TWIST
(blinks)
Where did you -
MARCUS
Saw it in the back of that truck.
They've got more stuff like this.
My guess is that once they destroy
a base, they clear up after
themselves before they move on.
TWIST
Oh. Right. That's... creepy.
He stares up at the building, the fires gradually starting to
come under control.
TWIST (cont'd)
So, uh... what's the shovel for?
MARCUS
To bury the dead.
Twist SIGHS again, sympathy rolling off her. She starts to
reach out to squeeze Marcus' shoulder, but thinks better of
it and retracts her hand.
A long beat before Danyael breaks the silence:
DANYAEL
We should, uh... wait in the truck
or... something.
He heads back to the truck, Twist following though she keeps
her eyes on Marcus. Marcus doesn't move as we CUT TO:
19 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - OPERATING THEATRE - DAY 19
CLOSE ON CHRIS' EYE as it flutters back to life. It's
bloodshot, flicking from side to side.
CHRIS' POV:
Bright, blinding light, right in front of him.
ON CHRIS as he squints against the light, managing to turn
his head slightly away.
He sees he's in a well-stocked operating room, banks of noisy
monitors and high-tech equipment lining the walls.
He tries to move - but he's RESTRAINED, thick cuffs at his
wrists and ankles. He's also stripped to the waist.
He looks to his other side - and sees a large, unsettling
machine that appears to be a huge DRILL or some sort.
Chris strains against his bonds, but he's held tight. He
closes his eyes, trying to focus...
PARKER (O.S.)
I wouldn't bother, lad.
Chris turns, glaring coldly at Parker as he steps over.
CHRIS
You're starting to repeat yourself,
Parker. This whole scenario feels
rather familiar.
PARKER
This is just the way I do business,
Christopher. That'd be like saying
you always using that katana of
yours shows a lack of ideas, or an
unwillingness to embrace change.
He chuckles, moving to check the displays on some of the
monitors.
CHRIS
So what do you want with me this
time?
PARKER
Well, I'm sure a smart lad like
yourself will have realised by now
that the anti-magic serum we were
working on has turned out to be a
complete success.
(turns back; grins)
Of course, it's not the first time
you've had a dose of that stuff
now, is it?
CHRIS
(narrows eyes)
You're the one who supplied it to
Conall.
PARKER
Och, you'd be surprised how many
people out there have their hands
on it now.
He moves away again, checking a tray of SURGICAL INSTRUMENTS.
PARKER (cont'd)
You see, once I came to realise
that the kind of products and
services I was creating would also
be of interest to anyone else with
the right means and motivation to
use them, well...
He looks down on Chris, brandishing a SCALPEL. It GLINTS.
PARKER (cont'd)
... let's just say that my
increased finances are the result
of some very shrewd business deals.
And he CUTS INTO CHRIS' CHEST with the scalpel, drawing a
long line of BLOOD!
Chris tries to hold it, but lets out a strangled CRY of pain,
straining against his bonds.
PARKER (cont'd)
But you're right. I wouldn't like
to think I was retreading my old
paths. That's why we're moving up
to the next stage with you.
Chris is still grimacing with pain - but starts to turn it
into a LAUGH.
CHRIS
I got away last time. No reason at
all why I can't do it again.
PARKER
Aye, but last time you had help
from that raven-haired thorn in my
side. This time, there's no chance
of anyone getting anywhere near
you. At least, not before I get
what I need.
He walks round the table, pushing the large metal drill over
until it's poised over Chris' abdomen.
PARKER (cont'd)
This time, I'm going right to the
source of everything.
He starts pushing buttons on the drill, which begins to light
up and activate.
CHRIS
So what's the plan? Are you going
to drill me full of holes? Use me
as a pincushion?
Parker steps back, patting the drill fondly as it begins to
WHIRR, the barbed drill bit slowly rotating.
PARKER
What this little piece of magic and
mystery does is burrow its way into
the test subject - which would be
you - and scoop out all manner of
juicy nuggets. Bone marrow, organ
and muscle tissue - anywhere I aim
her, in she goes.
The drill bit is speeding up, Chris' gaze drawn to it.
PARKER (cont'd)
What'll happen after it plucks out
enough of your relevant bits and
pieces is start breaking down the
DNA strands its collected,
analysing them in fine detail.
Parker glances over his shoulder as more people enter the
room - white-coated SURGEONS and ORDERLIES.
PARKER (cont'd)
(to surgeons)
I'll just be a minute, lads. I'm
finishing up my prep.
He looks back to Chris with a wry smile.
PARKER (cont'd)
They're impatient, but it's only
because they know they've got a lot
to do with you.
CHRIS
So you extract my DNA? Then what?
PARKER
Then... once I figure out what
makes you tick, I can start
applying that to my next batch of
strapping young volunteers waiting
out in the labs.
He counts off on his fingers:
PARKER (cont'd)
Your strength, your reflexes, your
healing - even your magic. I'm
going to work out how you do all
the amazing things you do - and
then I'm going to give them to
every single one of my troopers.
(beat)
The extraction technique will also
kill you in the process, but,
well... I'm just chalking that up
as an unfortunate side effect.
Chris lets that sink in, the full weight of this finally
dawning on him. Parker leans over him.
PARKER (cont'd)
You're going to help me save the
world, Chris.
With that, Parker turns and leaves, and Chris resumes his
struggles, thrashing in vain against the restraints.
Parker doesn't look back as he pushes through the doors, the
surgeons descending on Chris.
He's still fighting as one mans the drill, positioning it
over his abdomen - LASER SIGHTS click on to guide it.
The drill starts to lower, its wickedly sharp bit spinning at
fantastic speed.
As the drill PUNCTURES Chris' gut, he lets out a SCREAM of
pain as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
20 INT. ARMOURED TRUCK - DAY 20
Twist and Danyael wait inside the truck. Danyael is fiddling
with controls on the dashboard.
TWIST
Would you knock that off?
DANYAEL
I'm seeing if this thing's got
anything we can use. Weapons,
trackers, anything like -
TWIST
You hit an ejector seat, and I
swear to God I'm aiming for your
head on the way back down.
Danyael FLIPS a switch - and the truck's windshield DARKENS
several shades. Danyael turns to Twist with a grin.
TWIST (cont'd)
(rolls eyes)
Oh, get over yourself. All you did
was push a button. Anyone can do
that.
She reaches over, and before Danyael can stop her she PUSHES
another button:
And piercing ALARMS start to wail!
TWIST (cont'd)
Ack! Turn it off! Turn it off!
DANYAEL
What did you press?
TWIST
I don't know! Spook, make it stop!
Danyael frantically pushes every button he can - and one
finally turns the alarm off.
The duo slump back in their seats, breathing a sigh of relief
- but are startled again as Marcus opens the rear door.
MARCUS
What the hell are you two doing in
here?
He clambers into the van, his clothes spattered with mud as
he drops the also dirty shovel with a CLANG.
TWIST
Danyael was trying to figure out
what the truck does, and he set the
alarm off.
(to Danyael)
I told you not to.
Danyael doesn't even bother to answer back.
DANYAEL
(to Marcus)
You, uh... you all done?
Marcus just nods, strapping himself in to one of the several
seats set into the rear compartment's walls.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Okay. Closest base from here is Pat
O'Brannon's place, about ten miles
out. Let's see what's going on.
He STARTS the truck's engine, and as he pulls away we CUT TO:
21 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - DAY 21
A pair of TROOPERS march past, guns at the ready. They join
two more, pausing to converse as we PULL BACK:
And find Vivian and Lyra, laying low behind some large stacks
of lab equipment further along the corridor.
Vivian watches the guards, waiting for them to go - and
hunches up, trying to stifle another COUGH!
She just manages it to hold it long enough for the squad of
troopers to move on - before she lets out a loud COUGH.
LYRA
You're getting worse.
VIVIAN
I'm fine.
LYRA
You're not 'fine.' 'Fine' would
involve a lot less blood every time
you cough.
Vivian looks down at her hand - wet with her own BLOOD.
VIVIAN
How did you - never mind. Come on,
we need to find Chris and get out
of here before I lose a lung.
The two girls rise from their cover, scampering away.
LYRA
Where would they have taken him?
VIVIAN
Same place as last time. One of the
operating rooms. Just need to
figure out where the nearest one is
from here, then we -
She COUGHS again, leaning against the wall as her body is
wracked with painful HEAVES.
LYRA
Vivian...
VIVIAN
(waves her away)
Let's keep moving, we don't have
time to...
And she FAINTS dead away!
She hits the floor with a THUD, a wide-eyed Lyra feeling
round for her before she hauls her back upright.
LYRA
Vivian? Vivian!
Vivian's eyes flutter as she comes round.
VIVIAN
(woozy)
What... did I fall over?
LYRA
Vivian, come on! You have to stay
strong. I can't do this by myself.
VIVIAN
Alright, alright...
With Lyra's help, Vivian drags herself back to her feet. She
takes a moment, her head spinning.
LYRA
Which way do we go?
VIVIAN
(points)
That way.
A beat. Vivian winces, turning Lyra to face the right
direction.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Sorry. Down here.
The girls head on, Vivian visibly leaning on Lyra for support
as we CUT TO:
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