Blade Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 120 min
- 727 Views
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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