Blade Page #3

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CLOSE ON BLADE:

A gaze as cold and pitiless as a midnight sun. The vampire club-goers

stare back. Nuclear silence. And then --

All hell breaks loose. With a SNARL, Raquel charges at Blade, moving

at superhuman speed, practically a blur --

Blade draws his Casulls, FIRES in multiple directions --

MACRO BULLET SHOT

as a round roars through the air towards Raquel. A silver-tipped dum-

dum bullet which explodes on contact.

WHAM! The round punches a fist-sized hole through Raquel's chest,

continuing on into the vamp behind her! Vampire blood fountains. Both

creatures tumble forward, their bodies liquefying into puddles of

black oil which go gurgling down the run-off drains.

Blade continues FIRING, then -CLICK!- magazines empty. Next. He

holsters the Casulls, swings up his assault rifle, calmly flicks on

the UV entry light mounted above --

MERCURY:

leaps twenty feet straight up into the air. We've never seen anything

move so fast. She CRASHES through a glass skylight, disappearing into

the night just as --

-- a shaft of blinding UV "sunlight" cuts across the vampires. They

rear back, skin smoking from the light's corrosive effects. Blade

opens FIRE, pumping round after round of wooden fragmentation bullets

into the crowd -- vampire genocide.

The strobe lights flicker as the mayhem mounts. Some of the vampires

try to flee, scurrying up the stairs, but the exit quickly becomes

clogged with liquefying bodies --

-- then Blade's CAR-15 jams. The remaining club-goers see their

opening, surge forward en masse --

Blade drops the rifle, reaches over his shoulder and -SCHINGGG!-

unsheathes his sword with a double-handed grip.

THE SWORD:

Four acid-etched feet of blood-soaked Damascus steel. An edge so

sharp it could cleave a shadow in two.

Blade moves like lightning, hacking his way into TWO CHARGING

VAMPIRES. Blade spins again, cuts ANOTHER VAMPIRE clean in half --

ON THE FAR END OF THE CLUB,

a LATEX-CLAD VAMP makes a break for it. Blade flings his sword,

sending it spinning end over end -- THUNK! The sword punches into the

vampire's heart. The hellish creature convulses, dies.

Beat. Blade retrieves his sword, then senses --

SOMETHING BIG:

rising up behind him. In a flash, Blade swings his sword downward,

cutting off the vampire's right hand at the elbow. The severed limb

falls to the floor --

-- but it doesn't slow the hulking creature down. It SLAMS into

Blade. Blade flies backwards thirty feet, tumbling over tables,

slamming into the rear wall so hard that plaster rains down from the

ceiling.

Blade suddenly finds himself wrestling with a feral-faced six-foot-

something nightmare named QUINN. The vampire rears back its head,

jaws stretching wide. Every inch of his face is covered with ritual

scarification patterns and Maori-like tribal tattoos.

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