Blade Page #4

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Blade forces an elbow against Quinn's throat, trying to keep him at

bay. With his other hand he reaches to his bandoleer, pulls out a

stake -- CRUNCH! Blade shoves the stake through the vampire's larynx.

Quinn gurgles, clutches at his throat.

Blade rolls out from under, unholsters the cross-bow secured to his

leg. With a flick of a switch the arms of the bow -SNAP!- open,

drawing the bow-string taut. Blade FIRES --

The bolt hits Quinn in the shoulder, throwing him backwards and

nailing him to the wall. As Quinn reaches over with his other hand to

pull out the stake --

Blade FIRES AGAIN. A second bolt slams into Quinn's other arm,

effectively pinning him like a butterfly to a board.

UP ABOVE,

mounted in one of the corners, is a security camera. Blade fires a

cross-bow bolt straight into the lens.

Blade strides over, placing his sword against Quinn's chest.

BLADE:

Where is Deacon Frost?

Quinn glares, trying to speak, gagging on the stake still lodged in

his trachea --

BLADE:

Got something in your throat.

Blade yanks the stake free. The vampire laughs, air whistling through

his ruined larynx.

QUINN:

F*** you, Day-walker, I ain't saying

sh*t --

BLADE:

Frost.

Quinn responds with a slew of rapid-fire vampire invectives. Blade

sees he's getting nowhere fast, calmly sheathes his sword. He unclips

a white phosphorous grenade from his combat harness --

QUINN:

You won't stop him, Blade. The Tide's

rising, the Sleeper's gonna --

Blade shoves the grenade in Quinn's mouth, pulls the pin. WHOOSH!

Quinn goes up like a roman candle. Blade turns, surveying his work,

ignoring the howling pyre behind him:

All evidence of the vampires is gone -- with the exception of a few

oily-black puddles. Clothes, jewelry -- it's all been burned away by

the acidic process of the creatures' accelerated decomposition.

DENNIS sits huddled in a corner, having pissed his pants. As Blade

approaches, he cringes back --

DENNIS:

Please don't --

Blade simply grabs Dennis by the jaw, tilting his head upward,

rotating it from side to side -- looking for bite marks. There aren't

any.

Blade moves on, leaving Dennis alone amidst the carnage. As Blade

starts up the stairs, he pauses in mid-step --

A COCKROACH:

scurries out from underfoot.

Blade adjusts his footfall, sparing the roach. He continues on up the

stairs, disappearing in the smoky haze.

CUT TO:

INT. CITY HOSPITAL, AUTOPSY ROOM - NIGHT

CAMERA FOLLOWS a bagged corpse as it's rolled into the autopsy room

by an ASSISTANT.

ASSISTANT:

Brought you a baked potato, nice

and crispy. Still warm, too.

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