Blade II Page #6

Blade holsters his MACH, striding through vampire ash piles.

The place is eerily quiet here, in stark contrast to the

mayhem of the last few minutes. Just the steady, low-pitched

HUM of machinery.

Blade starts forward. Up ahead, a FAINT GLOW is emitting

from behind an area that's been sectioned off with canvas

tarps. Blade sweeps one of the tarps aside --

THREE LARGE TANKS

are hidden inside. The first two are empty. A MAN is

suspended within the third, bobbing weightlessly in a sea of

red plasma. His long, gray hair floats about his face,

shrouding his weathered features. We're not sure if he's

sleeping or dead.

BLADE:

Old man, old man, what've they done to

you --

Whistler's ace drifts around into view. Blade shakes his

head in sadness. He looks about for a way to extract

Whistler, doesn't see any obvious means, then --

CRASH! Blade kicks through the glass. Blood and fluids

flood out around him as Whistler's limp body tumbles partly

down, but he's still suspended by the wires and medical

leads. Blade unsheathes his sword, severing the wires --

Whistler falls into his arms. Blade cradles him, then -- the

gunsmith's eyes abruptly snap open, flooding with rage.

Blade staggers back as the HOWLING horror that used to be his

mentor wraps his hands around Blade's throat, forcing him to

the ground. Whistler ROARS, revealing a set of jagged fangs.

WHISTLER:

Why didn't you finish me off?!?! I told

you --

Whistler SLAMS the back of Blade's head against the concrete

floor again and again, punctuating his words with each SLAM --

WHISTLER (CONT'D)

-- TO -- F***ING -- FINISH -- ME -- OFF!

Blade knees Whistler in the balls. Whistler lets go, cupping

his groin as Blade heaves him aside.

Blade strips off his gauntlets. Whistler springs at him

again. Blade sinks his fist deep in Whistler's stomach. As

Whistler doubles over, Blade twists Whistler's hands behind

his back, cuffing his wrists together with a pair of titanium

manacles.

Blade pulls a restraint hood from his equipment bag and

quickly slips it over Whistler's head, cinching it tight.

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