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FADE IN:
10 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - HALLWAY - DAY 10
Lyra and Vivian run for it, scampering down one of the
wide, smooth corridors.
With the main lights out, all Vivian can see by is the
faint glow from the labs and offices set up into the walls.
LYRA
Where are we going?
VIVIAN
All these bases have emergency
escape hatches leading to the
surface. We find one of those, we
get out of this rat trap.
More LAUGHTER echoes down the corridor towards them, making
Lyra turn round.
LYRA
Who is that?
VIVIAN
Gee, I don't know, maybe we
should stop and ask the maniacal
laughter where it's coming from?
Vivian GRABS her wrist again.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Come on!
They race on, Lyra almost stumbling as she tries to keep up
with Vivian.
Vivian wipes her hand under her nose - and then reacts as
she makes out a dark patch of BLOOD on her hand.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Oh, no...
She slows, Lyra BUMPING into her.
LYRA
What is it? What's wrong?
Vivian hesitates, not sure what to do next - when she hears
something heavy land with a THUD overhead.
She whirls round, pushing Lyra behind her as she raises her
SWORD.
CONALL (O.S.)
Oh, come now, little rabbit.
You're going to need more than
that little pin to stop the big,
bad wolf from gobbling you up!
More snickering LAUGHTER. Vivian scowls.
VIVIAN
Okay, based on that lame attempt
to freak us out, I'm getting less
of a 'big bad,' more 'villain of
the week' feeling here. So why
don't you come on out and show
yourself? Maybe we can have a
talk about getting you some
proper dialogue...
She hears FOOTSTEPS - Conall's running from spot to spot up
on the next level, but staying out of sight.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
What are you waiting for? You
gonna hide up there all day?
LYRA
(urgently)
Vivian...
VIVIAN
Not now! We have to -
SNIKT! Something WHIPS past Vivian in a blur - and opens up
a large GASH across her cheek!
She shouts out and staggers back, pressing a hand to the
wound.
CONALL (O.S.)
This won't be any fun unless you
start running again, rabbit. I
have to work up my appetite
first.
Vivian is seething, yelling towards the ceiling:
VIVIAN
You wanna play hit and run? Fine!
Just don't screw with -
She's cut off as she's wracked with COUGHS.
LYRA
Vivian, let's go!
Vivian waves her away, hunched over as she SPLUTTERS.
VIVIAN
Just... just a...
She COUGHS UP a gob of blood with a wet SPLAT, reeling
dizzily from the effort.
Lyra's hands snap back, Lyra herself backing away from
Vivian as she stays hunched over, hands on her knees.
LYRA
No...
Conall LAUGHS from somewhere close by.
CONALL (O.S.)
Looks like this little chase is
going to be over too soon...
LYRA
Vivian, please! Don't do this
now! You have to -
And Vivian VOMITS up more blood, falling to her knees as
she keeps retching.
Terrified, Lyra keeps backing up as Vivian drops onto all
fours, body still heaving.
LYRA (cont'd)
(small)
Vivian?
Vivian slowly turns towards her...
... and GROWLS, her feral eyes a deep blood red and her
fangs on full display!
Lyra gets the message - she turns and runs, careening off a
wall as she tries to get her bearings.
She disappears into the gloom. STAY ON Vivian as she tries
to rise - and something DROPS DOWN in front of her.
Vivian manages to lift her head as Conall steps into frame,
peering down at her.
CONALL
(curls lip)
You're no good to me now.
Shaking, Vivian tries to reach out for him - and falls flat
on her face.
Conall shakes his head and looks up - in the direction Lyra
fled. A sick grin crosses his face as we CUT TO:
11 INT. ARMOURED TRUCK - DAY 11
Back with Twist and the others. Garton keeps a cold glare
fixed on her, but she just smiles sweetly back.
TWIST
You want to know something else I
was musing on?
MANN
Shut it, vampire.
TWIST
I was thinking about all the neat
stuff Parker's gonna be able to
take from our DNA.
Mann scowls, but Twist's doing her job - keeping their
focus on her, not on Marcus as he keeps working at his
restraints.
TWIST (cont'd)
I mean, yeah, he's probably cut
open some other vamps before, but
us? We're special. Did you know I
went to Hell twice?
MANN
(scoffs)
Yeah, sure. And when I go home at
night, Kate from 'Lost' is
waiting to cook my dinner.
TWIST
My brother Marcus here, he's a
big shot in the werewolf
movement, and Spook here, well...
Danyael's still dozing, his body on standby as he heals
from his beating.
TWIST (cont'd)
He's a different kind of
'special,' but that's not the
point.
Garton holds up the STAKE he's idly playing with.
GARTON
I got your point right here,
freak.
TWIST
Cute. But not what I mean.
(beat)
Think of the bad ass soldier boys
your boss is gonna make when he
gets a hold o four DNA. Or of
Chris' and Lyra's. A little bit
of vampire, little bit of wolf,
little bit of something else...
The troopers swap glances despite themselves.
TWIST (cont'd)
You really think he's gonna keep
around the older models when he's
got studs like that ready to roll
off the assembly line?
Garton surges from his seat and SMACKS her hard across the
jaw.
Marcus stiffens in his seat - but a sharp look from Twist
settles him back down. Not yet.
DRIVER
(over shoulder)
We're here.
Mann glances out through the windshield - the truck is
driving down a ramp and into an underground area.
Returning to his seat, Garton moodily kicks the stake away,
and as Twist allows herself a smirk, we CUT TO:
12 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - DAY 12
Lyra stumbles into a narrower corridor, this one with power
lines running along the walls and ceiling.
Her hand finds one of those, using it to guide her in a
straight line as she hurries on.
She reaches a doorway, finding it open and slipping inside:
13 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - LAB - NEXT 13
Shutting and locking the door, she slides down to the
floor, resting against the doors and hugging her knees.
She's scared and lost, but as she shuts her eyes and lowers
her head, she manages to bring her breathing under control.
She slowly lifts her head again, and we hear:
LYRA (V.O.)
Chris?
(beat)
Chris, can you hear me?
INTERCUT WITH:
14 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - OPERATING THEATRE - NEXT 14
And back in the operating theatre, Chris' face TWITCHES -
he's still in his meditative state as the surgeons bustle
in the background.
CHRIS (V.O.)
Lyra?
LYRA (V.O.)
Chris, I... I'm lost. Vivian and
I, we had to split up, she...
CHRIS (V.O.)
It's alright. I'm alright. Just
tell me where you think you are.
LYRA (V.O.)
I don't know! Vivian's sick, I
had to leave her, and someone...
someone's after us.
CHRIS (V.O.)
(grim)
It's Conall. He's working with
Parker.
LYRA (V.O.)
What? But... Chris, I don't
think... I can't do this by
myself!
CHRIS (V.O.)
Yes, you can.
LYRA (V.O.)
But I'm -
CHRIS (V.O.)
Lyra, you have to listen to me.
I'm in a state of siddhi trance,
but if I come out of it they'll
start operating on me again, and -
LYRA V.O.)
'Operating'? Chris, what are they
doing to you?
CHRIS (V.O.)
That's not important. Lyra,
please... just hide. Use your
powers, cloak yourself so he
can't find you.
(beat)
I'm coming for you.
Lyra's eyes open as she GASPS, the link between them
broken. She takes a moment to recover:
And hears someone WHISTLING tunelessly coming from the
corridor outside!
15 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - NEXT 15
Conall strolls casually down the corridor, eyes GLINTING in
the darkness.
CONALL
There's no use trying to hide
from me, little rabbit. I can
find you wherever you go.
His eyes scan the corridor - picking out several doorways.
He approaches one and tries the handle - locked.
CONALL (cont'd)
I've sealed us in down here.
There's only so many places you
can run to, and sooner or
later...
He KICKS one door open with a loud BANG - but Lyra's not
there.
Amused, he turns to step back out into the corridor:
And Lyra BURSTS from the lab she was hiding in, fleeing
blindly into the darkness!
CONALL (cont'd)
(vicious smirk)
... the hunt'll be back on.
He starts to jog after her, taking his time as we CUT TO:
16 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - OPERATING THEATRE - NEXT 16
In the OT, the orderlies take notice as the monitors
showing Chris' vital signs and brainwave activity start to
pick up again.
ORDERLY
Uh, sir?
The lead Surgeon steps over, seeing the spikes on the
displays.
SURGEON
Good. He's coming around.
He steps over to Chris, still with his eyes shut.
SURGEON (cont'd)
I knew you'd see sense
eventually, Christopher. The
sooner we complete our work, the
sooner this will be over for:
FOOM! A SHOCKWAVE of energy blows out from Chris, HURLING
the surgeon across the room!
The orderlies are also thrown back, the minors and
equipment around them SHORTING OUT.
Chris' body arches up on the table, muscles straining
against the restraints.
Wisps of BLACK ENERGY start to form around the thick straps
as Chris' body quivers with exertion.
One orderly helps the dazed Surgeon to his feet as the
others scramble to contain the damage Chris caused.
SURGEON (cont'd)
We're supposed to have stopped
him from doing that! Pump another
ten cc's of anti-serum into him!
ORDERLY
We already did that, sir! He's...
he's not responding to it!
Chris manages to free one arm, TEARING through the straps
as he brings his arm up!
SURGEON
(realising)
He's not using white magic any
more...
And as Chris' other arm rips free, he sits up at last, his
wounded body rippling with lines of dark, crackling energy
as we CUT TO:
17 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - PARKING LOT - NEXT 17
A lift WHIRRS as it descends into view, the armoured truck
carrying Twist's team on the platform.
As the lift stops with a THUNK, the truck's rear door opens
and the troopers within disembark.
Twist, Marcus and Danyael are frogmarched out, hands tied
behind their backs still.
MANN
(motions)
This way.
He guides the trio towards a service elevator, Garton
accompanying him as they step inside and the doors close.
TWIST
So! Anybody want to hear what
else I know?
Mann and Garton swap a glance as we CUT TO:
18 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - OPERATING THEATRE - NEXT 18
Chris now stands in the middle of the room - which has been
wrecked all around him!
He holds the Surgeon by the throat - and a foot into the
air, the Surgeon's feet dangling helplessly!
He CHOKES as Chris keeps his grip tight, the other
orderlies and surgeons sprawled on the floor.
SURGEON
Please... please, don't... I was
just... I was only doing what I
was told!
Chris' body still has faint tendrils of BLACK ENERGY
snaking around it as he glares coldly up at the Surgeon.
CHRIS
Do you want to know what I
despise the most about what you
people are doing?
The Surgeon GASPS for air, hands clawing at Chris' grip.
CHRIS (cont'd)
The resources you have, the
skills, the knowledge, the... the
desire. All of that could be used
for the good of the world. You
could cure disease, end
suffering, bring about an end to
conflict... but no. You have to
find new ways to kill. To destroy
what you don't understand or
refuse to tolerate.
The Surgeon's eyes roll back into his head as his struggles
start to fade.
CHRIS (cont'd)
And that is why people like me
will always be there. To stop
you.
With a final CRACK, Chris' stranglehold does it job - the
Surgeon goes limp, head lolling.
Chris drops his body to the floor, taking a step towards
the door - but he STUMBLES, crashing into the table and
spilling trays of instruments to the floor.
He takes a beat to recover, then pulls the scrubs from one
of the orderlies and starts mopping up the blood oozing
from his wounds as we CUT TO:
19 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - HALL - NEXT 19
Lyra runs into frame, reaching a wide gangway that runs
above a deeper chamber - this one containing more armoured
vehicles below.
She finds herself at a staircase and pauses - but when she
hears Conall's FOOTSTEPS gaining on her, she tries to
hustle down the steps:
But she trips and FALLS, bouncing painfully off the last
few steps before landing in a heap on the walkway!
She quickly picks herself up, but manages one step before
she falls again, crying out in pain.
She reaches round and places a hand on her ankle - and
WINCES in pain. Twisted.
CONALL (O.S.)
(tuts)
Oh, dear...
Her head lifts - Conall stands at the top of the staircase,
leaning against the rails.
CONALL (cont'd)
I guess you should've watched
your step.
Lyra tries to get up again, LIMPING desperately away.
Conall grins - then VAULTS down the stairs, landing on the
walkway with a CLANG!
Lyra doesn't look back, still pushing forward - not
realising that there's a huge drop just a few feet away on
either side of her!
Conall BLURS past her, knocking her to the floor. She
tumbles, falling perilously close to the edge.
Rising, she realises there's a SYRINGE dangling from her
arm, which she quickly swats away.
But now she doesn't look frightened. She looks pissed.
Conall lazily leans against the wall on the opposite side
of the walkway.
CONALL (cont'd)
I'm prepared to give you a
headstart to make up for that
ankle. If you're interested, of
course.
Lyra focuses on him from his voice, sucking in a deep
breath - and letting rip with an almighty SCREAM!
But it's just that - only a scream. Conall looks remarkably
unfazed. He even starts a slow CLAP.
CONALL (cont'd)
Very impressive. I imagine you'd
make an excellent singer.
Lyra's jaw drops - what's happened to her? And then it hits
- the syringe! Her hand goes back to where Conall jabbed
her with it.
Conall saunters slowly up to her as Lyra backs up, fear
returning.
CONALL (cont'd)
But, I have to ask - was it meant
to scare me away? Because, if it
was...
In a heartbeat, Conall's face MORPHS as he goes garou, and
he unleashes a terrifying ROAR into her face!
Lyra falls back, landing on her ass and shuffling away.
Conall quickly shifts back to normal with a smirk.
CONALL (cont'd)
... I think mine wins.
He takes a step towards her - his hands starting to melt
into huge CLAWS:
And ALARMS start to ring out all over the base! RED
LIGHTING flicks on as the klaxons WAIL. Conall stops and
turns, frowning, and we CUT TO:
20 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - NEXT 20
The service elevator opens and the two troopers leap out -
the ALARMS are still ringing out.
Garton corners two more troopers as they hurry past, Mann
keeping Twist's group at gunpoint.
GARTON
What the hell's going on?
TROOPER
It's Berkeley! He's escaped from
the labs, gone postal down in
sector 7-G. The old man wants
everyone down there.
The troopers hurry past. Behind them, Twist turns to Marcus
with a victorious smirk.
MARCUS
Now?
TWIST
(nods)
Now.
And with a GRUNT, he BREAKS FREE of his manacles, grabbing
Mann and SLAMMING him headfirst into the wall!
Garton spins round, gun halfway raised - but Marcus swats
it back down as he gets a shot off - and Garton blasts his
own foot in half!
He HOWLS in pain - and Marcus mercifully DECKS him cold,
letting him drop to the floor.
Twist beams as Marcus quickly grabs the KEYS from Mann's
belt and frees her and Danyael.
TWIST (cont'd)
Nice! I'm starting to rethink my
opinion of you, Marky Mark.
DANYAEL
Wait... you guys planned this?
When?
Twist pats him on the cheek as they start to move on.
TWIST
While you were sleeping,
precious. C'mon.
The freed trio hurry on as we CUT TO:
21 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - HALL - NEXT 21
Conall turns back towards Lyra, who backs away - until she
almost SLIPS over the edge of the walkway!
CONALL
Careful! Wouldn't want the fall
to do my job for me, would I?
She's got nowhere to go as he looms over her.
CONALL (cont'd)
All good things...
Lyra clamps her eyes shut, terrified - but opens them as
she hears a muffled BOOM somewhere nearby.
And then there's another BOOM, much closer this time.
Conall turns towards the door on the facing wall:
Which EXPLODES outwards, showering the walkway with flaming
debris!
Conall throws up an arm, lowering it as the smoke starts to
clear...
... and Chris steps into view, hands by his side CRACKLING
with two spheres of black energy!
CHRIS
I believe that's my girl.
Conall gapes at the sight as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
22 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - HALL - DAY 22
WHAM! Conall is slammed into frame by Chris, hand clamped
around his throat. Conall just LAUGHS.
CONALL
Have to say, Chris...
He HEADBUTTS Chris, SHOVING him back before he springs to
his feet again.
CONALL (cont'd)
... you look a little pale.
He KICKS Chris across the jaw, sending him sprawling.
Conall starts to follow - but Chris is already up.
With a GROWL he TACKLES Conall in the chest, driving the
two of them back to CLATTER across the walkway.
It WOBBLES unsteadily, their tussle unbalancing the whole
structure.
Lyra, meanwhile, clings tightly to a railing as far away
from them as she can.
Chris pushes his open palms into Conall's chest - and a
BLAZE of energy knocks the wolf off his feet.
Chris hurries over to Lyra, his body still suffused with
black energy.
CHRIS
Lyra? Are you...
He extends his hand - but pauses as she shrinks away from
him.
CHRIS (cont'd)
(frowns)
What's -
WHAP! Conall surges into him again, the two of them
spilling back across the gantry and half-falling over the
edge!
Chris is pinned down, the walkway still swaying beneath
them as Conall starts to HAMMER punches down on him.
CONALL
(furious)
I don't know how you got out of
that lab...
He grabs a handful of Chris' hair and SMACKS his head
against the walkway.
CONALL (cont'd)
... but pretty soon it won't
matter any more.
Chris gets his feet up, trying to push Conall away, but
Conall just weaves back - and RAKES his claws across Chris'
gut!
Chris yells in pain, fresh blood starting to spill from his
multiple injuries.
Conall smirks, grabbing one of Chris' feet and DRAGGING him
back into the centre of the gantry.
CONALL (cont'd)
So this is your attempt at a
heroic rescue?
He STAMPS on Chris' chest.
CONALL (cont'd)
You can barely stand up straight,
let alone try to stop me from
turning your girlfriend back
there into a new coat!
Another STAMP, and Chris coughs up BLOOD.
CONALL (cont'd)
I wonder if you're even worth the
effort...
He raises his boot to stamp again - but Chris CATCHES it,
twists and TOSSES Conall aside!
Conall crashes into the railings, the walkway lurching
heavily to the side, as Chris rises again.
CHRIS
I'm not even getting started yet,
Conall.
Conall is stunned for a beat - but recovers quickly, and
with a grin LAUNCHES himself at Chris again as we CUT TO:
23 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CORRIDOR - NEXT 23
Back in an earlier part of this section, the security doors
that sealed the place down start to rise.
A squad of TROOPERS quickly stream through, weapons
covering every angle as they fan out.
LEAD TROOPER
Alright, recon only. If you find
either Conall or Berkeley, do not
engage.
The soldiers hurry on, illuminated by the flashing red
alarm lights as we CUT TO:
24 INT. UNDERGROUND FACILITY - CHAMBER - NEXT 24
More troopers hurry past - PAN DOWN to find Twist, Danyael
and Marcus taking cover behind a collection of supply
crates.
DANYAEL
Where d'you think they're going?
TWIST
My guess? Wherever the others
are. Based on my equation of guns
times manpower equals threat
level.
MARCUS
We need to find another way
around. Without Vivian, we've
lost the tactical advantage here.
TWIST
Yeah, but you've got me instead!
Doesn't that give you a different
kind of bonus?
Marcus just raises an eyebrow as he coolly slips away.
TWIST (cont'd)
(fuming)
I take it back. He's a dick.
DANYAEL
(amused)
Let's go.
The duo nip out from their hiding spot, following Marcus as
he cuts across the large chamber and heads for an access
staircase, and we CUT TO:
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