Post by MSS Productions on Dec 24, 2020 23:44:26 GMT
The episode opens with a shot of the revolving symbol of the One World Government. It revolves for a few moments before the face of Phillip Lamont appears, but unlike before, this point he looked somber. He looked a little embarrassed and, unlike all the other days, there were no clips playing beyond him.
Morning Star Studios Presents....
Phillip Lamont: “Ladies and gentlemen, last night we all witnessed a thrilling event. The Misfits of City One raided a safe house of one of the residents. We all witnessed two contestants band together at the request of a third to protect the resident.”
The small square beside Phillip’s face finally appeared to show clips of the fight between Oliver Jamison, Joslyn Erari and the misfits leading to Blink arriving. Joslyn’s date with Blink’s bat is then shown in excruciating detail with the clip ending at Becca fleeing with Blink giving chase.
Phillip Lamont: “We all saw the contestants put up a brave and courageous fight to defend the girl but they were no match for the numbers of the Misfits or their leaders Blink and Lady. But then the unthinkable happened, the third contestant returned.”
The screen beside Phillip changed again to see John catch the ax strike meant for Oliver and knock her unconscious with a single blow. It then changes to a shot of Lady tied to a chair, knives in her shoulder and knee and paused there.
Phillip Lamont: “And then ladies and gentlemen, things went off the rail. Lady seemed to recognize the contestant and when she accused him of being a member of the One World Governments Elite Anti-Terrorism Force...he didn’t deny it.”
The clip is then played of Lady asking John if he was what the world populace called a “Hunter” and he tensed up.
Phillip Lamont: “Now, I knew the moment I saw this last night that my viewers would want answers and so, I dug. I made some calls and spoke to people I know within the Government and you are gonna hear it here, from Phillip Lamont first.”
The screen beside Phillip that had once been showing the clips now showed just a picture of John Moren’s face.
Phillip Lamont: “John Henry Moren did serve one year of mandatory service, but according to my sources he served an additional four inside the AntiActvism and Terrorism Unit, specializing in close range combat and recon. I find myself asking HOW this information was not included in his profile when he was allowed to enter into this contest?! How many people bet against him without knowing that he is one of the few specially-trained soldiers in the world?! How was this fair to those watching this? How was that fair to the other contestants?! How was that fair to those placing bets on the outcome?!”
Phillips' voice rose higher and higher with indignation until it was at a near fever pitch. After he finished the face of John disappeared and was replaced by the entire screen now showing the handsome older man’s own.
Phillip Lamont: “But fear not. After bringing these concerns to your government representatives it has been decided that ALL bets on John Moren that want to be changed to “win” CAN be changed as long as you call the number on your screen in the next twenty-four hours! This is just another way to show that your government is listening to….”
The shot shifts subtly to a more blurry version of Phillips' face as it slowly pulls out into the apartment of Leann and Trevor Perry. The two were sitting side by side, Trevor lounging with his arm over the back of the couch and Leann sat on her feet chewing on her nails.
Leann Perry: “This is bad….”
Trevor Perry:: “Calm down….”
Leann Perry: “He’s Anti-Terrorism, Ba…”
Trevor Perry:: “Calm down, Le….”
Leann Perry: “They’re trained to interrogate people…”
Trevor Perry:: “You have to calm down, Leann.”
Leann Perry: “Calm down?!”
Leann turned to sit on her feet facing him instead of the television.
Leann Perry: “Trev, he’s a killer. You’ve heard about the Hunters coming in the dead of night and killing everyone in a house. innocent, guilty, men, women it doesn’t matter to them. You’ve heard the stories!”
Trevor Perry:: “Yes, and…”
Leann Perry: “And we killed his sister!”
Trevor Perry:: “Adopted sister.”
Leann Perry: “Do you really think that’s gonna matter?!”
Trevor reaches out and grabs the brown haired woman by the face gently.
Trevor Perry:: “Calm….down, Leann.”
Leann’s face becomes mildly scrunched up under the pressure of Trevor’s hands on the sides of it.
Leann Perry: “...I am?”
Trevor Perry:: “He’s been wrapped around your finger since the day we moved in and you bumped into him in the hallway. When you dumped those oranges and they rolled all over the floor...when he thought he had ruined part of our weekly ration? Oh, you should have seen his face, Leann. If you tell him Lesli took her own life? He’ll believe you. He’ll believe anything you tell him.”
Leann Perry: “.....”
Trevor Perry:: “And once we have the medical pass? He gets his prize.”
Leann Perry: “A night with me….”
Trevor Perry:: “A night he won’t survive.”
The camera shifts to the television as Phillip is discussing the morning’s events inside the various Cities and as it shifts to City One, the shot moves in swiftly and the fuzzy look changes again to the crystal clear one of the skyline of City One.
The City
Episode 7
“Blood for Blood.”
Starring
Torian Drake
As
John Moren
And
Kendra Goldilocks Goganious
As
Becca Calaway
The shot from the City skyline rushes downward along the eastern most wall until it comes to a huge structure actually attached to the wall itself. It looked like it was part mansion and part stadium. The camera shot comes in through one of the windows and into a familiar office, that of Felix Salar.
Sativa Nevaeh as Leann Perry
Zachary Sears as Trevor Perry
Johnny Maverick as Thomas
Bellamy Parteabon as Hayley
Felix was seated behind his desk with the blonde Hayley on his lap feeding her grapes, while the blonde purred happily as if she was the happiest kitten in the world. Felix’s other hand was placed on her thigh where she sat with her legs crossed at the knee. The two both looked up when the door opened and Thomas appeared.
Felix Salar: “I didn’t realize you had that fetish, Tom.”
Thomas Calaway: “Fetish, sir?”
Felix Salar: “Well, I imagine you know what I’m about to do to my wife here on this desk….”
Nathaniel as Blink
Maiko Adachi as Lady
Hayley looked sheepishly over at Thomas, who did his best to remain passive and keep the red out of his cheeks and neck, but Felix didn’t seem to notice either of these things, choosing instead to grin impishly.
Felix Salar: “...So I never knew you liked to watch.”
Hayley Calaway: “Felix!”
Thomas Calaway: “I don’t have any interest in that.”
Felix Salar: “Then why are you here?”
Felix’s tone suddenly had a hard edge to it and Thomas looked up as if he was concerned Felix had seen something on his face but found only annoyance, not anger and Thomas decided to jump on it.
Harmon Janssen as Felix Salar
Jasmine Matthews as Felicity Yanc
Thomas Calaway: “Guards at the front doors sent word that Felicity is coming.”
Hayley and Felix both looked sharply over at the man standing in the doorway. Felix was intrigued but Hayley looked horrified.
Felix Salar: “I’ll go and meet her.”
Thomas Calaway: “There’s no need to postpone your morning….cardio….Sir. I’ll greet her and see she comes to see you immediately.”
Hayley’s eyes were screaming at her former husband but Felix, behind her, just shook his head and pushed the woman from his lap. He rose to his feet and started toward the doors of the office.
Felix Salar: “I’ll meet her myself.”
Thomas Calaway: “Sir, I….”
Felix Salar: “I said I’ll meet her myself!”
As Felix marched from the office Thomas and Hayley both looked at one another. The blonde woman hurried around the desk and fell in line behind Thomas as the two followed behind Felix, far enough that they couldn’t be heard as she whispered.
Hayley Calaway: “Is she alone?!”
Thomas Calaway: “I don’t know!”
Hayley Calaway: “Tommy, she could have Rebecca with her….”
Thomas Calaway: “I know….”
The two crossed into the main room of the Saints HQ with the camera behind them. They were on the second floor near a balcony overlooking a large central area below. A set of metal stairs sat on each side of the balcony leading down. Far below the floor was filled with crates, some small and others large with people who were in the process of opening and unloading the crates that came in through the wall and loading and closing up the crates heading outside the wall.
By the time Thomas and Hayley reached the balcony Felix was already at the bottom of the stars. They both saw the red haired Felicity standing in the center of the room surrounded by Saints and standing beside her with her hands bound was their daughter. Hayley reached out and grabbed Thomas by the arm squeezing hard.
Hayley Calaway: “Thomas!”
Thomas Calaway: “I see her too…”
**
From the floor both Felicity and Becca saw something they never thought they’d see again. For Felicity it was Felix, who she hoped she would be gone before she’d ever have to see him again or feel his hands on her skin.
For Becca it was worse. When she looked up at the towering man she knew was Felix Salar, her eyes were drawn to a pair standing on the balcony above. To Thomas and Hayley.
To her parents.
In an instant a thousand emotions flowed through her, but just as her eyes were about to widen and she was about to shout the two fateful words that would give away their relationship, she saw her mother shake her head ever so slightly, her own eyes as wide as her daughter’s.
No.
Don’t.
Becca immediately forced herself to look back at the floor where no one could see the emotions working across her face. Her mom and dad were alive, and by the look of things they were Saints.
Felix, of course, took the girls downcast eyes as fear and a smug smile touched his lips but he turned his attention to the red haired woman quickly. Felicity moved in to embrace her husband and found him stiff.
Felicity Yanc: “Felix, love? Is everything alright?”
Felix Salar: “You tell me, Felicity. You’re the one who ran away.”
Felicity Yanc: “Ran away?!”
Felicity let out a warm, musical laugh and shook her head.
Felicity Yanc: “I heard Thomas and one of the soldiers talking about a girl he had met out on a raid but he couldn’t find her. And, I know Thomas has served us faithfully and wanted to give you a gift, so you could reward him.”
She opened her hand to introduce the girl, but before she could Felix spoke.
Felix Salar: “And made a deal with the freaks apparently.”
Felicity was unable to hide the shock that Felix knew she had met with Blink.
Felix Salar: “Did you really think I wouldn’t have Saints posing as Misfits in that freak’s group, Felicity?!”
Felicity Yanc: “Felix, I….”
Felix Salar: “Saints who told me that you met with Blink and wanted this girl as payment in a deal with Blink concerning me.”
Felicity Yanc: “Felix that’s not true…”
Felix Salar: “What did you want? What’s so special about the girl?”
Felicity’s eyes began to dart back and forth as she considered the possibilities. She turned and looked beside her at the girl, the only true innocent in all of this then suddenly spun back around to face Felix. Her face now morphed into a mask of revulsion and hate that caused Felix to recoil slightly.
Felicity Yanc: “Does it fucking surprise you that I am now so soured by the touch of a man that I would want a woman?! Your very touch revolts me, Felix. Every inch of you, from the tips of your toes to that pathetic fucking beard sickens me.”
Felix began to turn red with rage and his lips pulled into a thin line but Felicity took a step forward toward him.
Felicity Yanc: “I came here for a travel pass to be with my fiancee and you knew that when you had your fucking goons take take my pass. Your offer of ‘helping me locate my pass if I became your wife was all bullshit. You’re the one who took my fucking pass! What?! You didn’t think I’d figure it out!? I wanted to throw myself out a window every time I let you touch me! I’d rather die!”
Felicity then reared back and slapped the bearded man across the face. Felix let out a growl and his arm darted out grabbing the red haired woman by the throat.
Felix Salar: “Then let me make that wish come true!”
Felicity looked up once and locked eyes with Hayley as the big man squeezed. Hayley gasped and whispered to the man beside her.
Hayley Calaway: “She’s provoked him on purpose….”
Thomas Calaway: “Why?!”
Hayley Calaway: “If he kills her in a fit of rage he’ll believe Rebecca is someone she wanted romantically and he’ll stop looking into it….she’s protecting Becca.”
On the floor the brown haired girl would only cover her face with her hands, which only served to further the illusion of the relationship between the two. In reality she simply didn’t wanna watch while Felicity was murdered.
She couldn’t, however, drown out the audible SNAP as the red haired woman’s neck broke in the bearded man’s huge hands or the thud of her lifeless body hitting the ground.
Felix stood over Felicity's motionless body, panting, staring down at her blank, opened-mouthed expression for a moment.
Felix Salar: “Someone take this trash out to the street and leave it for the birds.”
Saint soldier: “Yes Sir!”
Felix Salar: “And take the girl to a holding cell until I can figure out what to do with her.”
Felix spit down on his late wife’s corpse, then marched up the stairs. As he passed Hayley he growled.
Felix Salar: “Come wife. And I hope your jaw is relaxed.”
Hayley swallowed down the lump in her throat and hurried after her husband, sparing only a brief glance to Thomas but that brief glance told him all he needed to know.
Get to Rebecca.
**
The shot shifts from the look exchanged between the two parents to a look into the city proper. The camera sweeps in through an empty street and then another, twisting through one street after another until it finally comes to settle behind one of the Misfits cars speeding down the center of the street.
The shot stays with the car as it continues down the empty street, the shot flashing around the various sides of the car as it takes the corners fast, the tires squealing as it does. The car comes speeding around another corner, the shot shifting inside to show a black gloved hand shifting the manual transmission into a higher gear as the pedal is pushed down to the floor.
The camera shifts out again into a wide view to see the graffiti covered casino that the Misfits called home coming up on the right. The shot shifts to the stairs leading up to the front doors of the casino and the two men standing guard, each of them holding an assault rifle.
Misfit #1: “Isn’t that Lady’s car?!”
Misfit #2: “She’s gonna get herself killed driving like that….”
As the car raced by the passenger side window exploded as a shower of bullets ripped through the glass, the echo of the gunfire coming seconds later as the inside of the vehicle's cab lit up from the muzzle flash.
Bullets ripped through the two men in near slow motion as the car sped past, the tires squealing as the brakes were hit and the car fishtailed into a full one hundred and eighty degree turn. As the car sat facing the stairs with the engine idling the opening coords of “Warrior” by Dead by April began.
The opening of the song began as the camera angle came in over the hood to see John Moren in his make-shift full body armor sitting in the driver's seat with both hands on the wheel and death in his eyes.
All the Misfits cars had been equipped with crude roll cages on the inside but nonetheless John pulled the seatbelt over his shoulder and locked it in place. As he did, the camera shifts to the doors of the casino.
The double doors flew open and a dozen men and women came rushing out, some of them holding shotguns and others assault rifles, all of them confused and looking for some kind of attacker, but found only Lady’s car sitting in the middle of the street a hundred yards from the casino.
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
I can feel the blades cutting in my skin.
But there’s a will within.
I’m looking it straight in the eye.
There’s nothing to fear.
I am brave, like a warrior.”
The back tires of the muscle car begin to spin and squeal. After a few milliseconds, the tires finally catch and the car shoots forward like a bullet out of the barrel of a gun. It crosses the distance between where it started and the stairs leading up to the casino in less than ten seconds, and near sixty miles per hour.
The car hits the stairs, which now served more like a ramp causing it to clear the stone mounts at the top. The back end of the car hits the gathered misfits full force sending them flying sideways, or simply being crushed beneath the force of the two tons of steel, then the car hits the doors and thin walls that connect it.
The camera shifts to the interior of the casino, with the Misfits beginning to gather near the doors, waiting to hear something from the other side about the gunshots they had heard, when the wall suddenly implodes.
The car appears crashing through the wall and lands on it’s right back tire before the weight shifts and it begins to roll. The full force rolling two-ton weapon of destruction tore through the gathered Misfits like tissue paper.
The car finally rolls to a stop on its wheels and the camera pans the room. The room was filled with billowing plumes of smoke and the sound of debris dropping or rolling was heard through the faint ringing in the speakers.
As the ringing subsides the sounds of people groaning are picked up. John appears pulling himself through the window of the muscle car, blood running down the left side of his face from where it had impacted the steering wheel.
The two big guns hung from straps around his shoulders but John didn’t reach for either one of them. He made his way to the doors leading deeper into the building and just as they burst open revealing two men in Misfits coats he grabbed one's wrist, the one holding a handgun, and spun around him pulling his own from its holster and blasting the other in the face from point blank range.
A quick twist of the wrist in one specific direction flipped the man whose wrist he held over to his back on the ground. John threw his leg out driving the point of his knee into the gun in the man’s hand sending it skittering away across the ground. Once he was disarmed John rose and leveled the barrel of the pistol down on the man’s head.
Misfit: “Please…”
Were the only words he got out before John pulled the trigger, the force of the blast throwing the man’s head back.
The volume of “Warrior” picks back up again as John reholsters the sidearm and pulls the Mossberg shotgun around from his back and pulls it up into the ready position. He presses himself into the wall as the first verse of the sound ends and draws a deep steadying breath listening to the running feet heading toward him. As the chores of the song begins John throws himself around the corner with the shotgun at the ready.
“I am not afraid of tomorrow, no.
I’ve got the brave heart of a warrior.
Of a warrior.
Of a warrior.
Even at the end of the road, I go on.
I’ve got the strong heart of a warrior.
Of a warrior.
Of a warrior.”
As the words are played, John appears around the corner and the shotgun fires in rapid session. The first blast takes a woman clear in the chest throwing her back into two men who were running behind her. A man, closer to John than he had thought he would be, grabs the shotgun and forces it away, where the shotgun blast hits the wall sending plaster showering the pair.
The man throws a right hand into John’s mouth, followed by a second as one of the two men the now-dead woman had fallen on, pulls out a pistol and aims at John. Moren uses the leverage of the Mossberg to turn the other Misfit and put him between himself and the man shooting at him, the bullets ripping into his back.
John twists the shotgun sending the wounded man to the ground and quickly raises it shooting the man with the pistol in the head, where his head utterly disappears. John then turns and presses the barrel into the wounded man’s side and a muffled BOOM echoed as the shotgun goes off.
“Gotta choose your battles wisely
Sit upright inside.
I am brave.
I’m a warrior.
Be strong
You can do whatever you set your mind to.
Uncover the confidence within you.
You can move mountains.
You can break rocks.”
As John turns toward the hallway he suddenly spins back away as a bullet rips through his bicep. Blood shoots across the wall as the camera shifts to the hallway ahead of him where three more men are coming down the hallway, all armed.
The first to reach him swung a long bladed machete that John easily ducked and brought the Mossberg around driving the butt end into the man’s side and then the other direction sending the flat of the barrel across the man’s face. Blood explodes from the man’s mouth as his jaw snaps and he hits the wall, sliding down unconscious.
The second reaches him and kicks the shotgun from his grasp sending it sliding away down the hallway. The man takes John by the throat and lifts him slamming him into the wall but John quickly pulls the pistol from its holster and aims it at the man with the gun coming down the hallway.
Three shots take the man clean in the chest lifting him into the air where he fell to his back motionless. John brings the gun down on the man trying to choke him, but each shot misses due to the angle of the two men. John brings up a leg and plants his boot against the bigger man’s chest and shoves outward with all his might.
The force sends the man flying across the hallway and John lands on his ass with a thud. The big man quickly fights back to his feet and John brings the gun up from where he sat squeezing off three shots, two in the chest and the last in the face spinning the man back around to the wall where he slid down dead.
John pulls the assault rifle from behind him as he continues down the hallway. As he rounded the next corner, a door to his right opened and he threw himself to the side out of the doorway just as a hail of handgun bullets ripped into the wall where he had just been standing.
“I am not afraid of tomorrow, no.
I’ve got the brave heart of a warrior.
Of a warrior.
Of a warrior.
Even at the end of the road, I go on.
I’ve got the strong heart of a warrior.
Of a warrior.
Of a warrior.”
John waited until the shots had stopped then threw himself around the door frame with the assault rifle opening fire. The bullets tore through half a dozen people on the other side of the door leaving the room riddled with holes and streaks of blood with bodies everywhere.
As John moved back into the hallway a shotgun blast went off and the camera shifted to watch the buckshot hit John square in the back. The padding of the back of the vest tears to hell, but the plate inside stops it.
John hit the floor gasping for breath as the shotgun blast felt like it had broken ribs. From directly behind him came a loud CLICK as the shotgun was fired but it was empty. John slowly rolled to his back and looked up at a man with blonde hair wearing the Misfits coat. He dropped the shotgun and reached for a pistol lodged in his belt when John threw his own legs out driving the bottoms of both feet into the man’s shins.
The force of the blow sent the man's legs backwards and he fell flat on his face. The Misfit looked up and found himself staring into the barrel of the rifle. The muzzle flashed and the bullets tore into the man’s face, showering John’s own face and chest in blood.
The assault rifle clicked and John tossed it aside before making it to his feet. At the end of the hallway was a set of stairs leading down and he followed them. Each step was agony now and as he leaned on the wall of the stairs he left a trail of blood along the white concrete wall.
It was quiet now as he descended the stairs, the only sound was that of his breathing and the softness of the song as it slowed down. The words said very softly over the rythem of the music.
“Got the heart of a warrior.
Got the heart of a warrior.”
At the bottom of the stairs the room opened up to a platform, a train sitting on it and the man himself was standing in the middle staring at the stairs. The song faded to silence as the two men stared at one another.
Blink.
He was wearing only a tank top showing off the tattoo’s on his arm and chest. He wore the spiked mask on his face again, his voice coming through muffled, and yet clear.
Blink: “I thought that was you.”
John didn’t say anything. He grabbed the bullet proof vest and ripped it off, dropping it to the floor beside where he stood. Blood ran down his arm from where the bullet had ripped through his bicep.
Blink: “Where is Lady?”
John Moren: “Where is the Kid?”
Blink: “It doesn’t matter now. You aren’t leaving here alive.”
Blink reached behind him and pulled a knife from behind his back, a long bladed buck knife that he held blade point back.
John Moren: “Last chance. Lady asked me not to kill you. Tell me where the Kid is and you can walk away.”
Blink: “Used the train to send her to the Saints. Not that it matters now.”
To answer, Blink reached down to his thigh and pulled out a combat knife of his own. John didn’t laugh or mock the masked man. He just lifted his knee and pulled a long bladed blade with a serrated back end from his boot. The one that had come with his supply duffel bag.
Blink has chosen his own fate as far as John was concerned.
The camera revolves around the two men in a circle as they close the distance between them at a slow, leisurely walk. Blink’s intense stare never left John’s emotionless face and his fingers flexed on the leather wrapped hilt of the knife in his right hand.
The camera comes to a stop just behind John’s shoulder and the two men lunge at one another. As they did “Warrior” by Dead by April kicked back in full force.
‘I’ve got the brave heart.
I’ve got the brave heart.
Even at the end of the road, I go on.
I’ve got the strong heart
of a warrior.”
Blink’s strike came from above and John’s from below, with each man grabbing the forearm and stopping it dead. Blink’s knife inches from John’s face and John’s own hovering dangerously close to his crotch and major artery.
The arms of both men shake as they fight and struggle to get the upper hand, but Blink found that despite all the combat John had already seen, he was incredibly strong. Blink pulled back his arm and threw his body to the side as he released John’s hand causing the blade to come forward but miss Blink by several inches.
Blink brought his arm up and slashed out but John grabbed the wrist with his free hand, planted his shoulder under the masked man’s armpit and flipped him clean over his shoulder. Blink landed on his back and John was already coming down with both hands on the handle of his knife making Blink release his own and use both hands to grab John’s wrists.
John strains pushing down and gets nowhere as the two men are in a stalemate. He releases one hand from the blade and drives it palm down into the top of the blade forcing the blade to quickly dip down, missing biting into Blink by only millimeters.
Blink quickly removed one hand from John’s wrist and reached down to his waist, pulling free a small Beretta but when he brought it up the hand John had been using to hammer the blades into the top of the knife grabbed his wrist.
Gunshots erupted from the muzzle with a bright muzzle flash, the bullets whizzing by John’s ear and temple but with Moren’s hand on his wrist, Blink couldn’t get the angle he needed to shoot him.
Using the death grip John had on his wrist, Blink rolls hard to his right, taking John with him to his back. The masked man plants his knee into the ground beside John and pulls back hard, forcing his arm from John’s grasp. Blink adjusts and brings the gun back down for another shot but John plants his foot into the wrist shoving it aside and three bullets hit the ground inches from John’s head.
Not wanting to be on the ground anymore John pulls back the leg he had used to redirect the arm and kicks hard up into Blink’s face. A muffled grunt came from the other side of the mask as Blink was forced to his feet and John leaned back on his shoulders and kipped up to his own.
John bursts forward, driving Blink back into the side of the train car behind him and forces his arm out. A quick slap of his right hand into the butt of the gun, with nowhere for the hand to go, knocks it loose from the masked man’s grasp to disappear into the dark train tracks.
John drives two hard forearms into Blink’s chest but the masked man reaches out and grabs him by the head of the head. Blink yanks John forward and moves to the side driving John’s head into the window of the train with such force his head goes through it shattering the glass.
Blink takes John by the collar and yanks him back out through the window and turns, spinning John clear around him and tosses him into the train car by the scruff of his neck. John hits the seat vertical and rolls off landing on the floor with a thud.
The camera comes in beside John’s head as a pair of leather steel toed boots come into frame one by one to loom over him.
Blink: “You made a mistake, Outsider.”
The muffled voice wheezed.
Blink: “Do not…”
Blink sucked in a deep breath as John threw himself upright and drove the knife still in his grasp into the man’s stomach. Blink looked down in shock as John stood up slowly, his cold empty eyes staring into Blink’s own as though doing this to him was no different than crossing the street to John.
John Moren: “And you made one of your own.”
John twists the blade and pulls it out shooting blood across the ground at the two men’s feet.
John Moren: “Should have left the Kid alone.”
John thrust his arm out again to take Blink in the face with the knife but Blink shifted causing it to sail past him and took the man’s wrist with one hand while the other turned the knife handle forcing John to release it.
Now with the knife, but with a nasty stomach wound slowing him down, Blink slashes at John’s head but Moren ducks it, causing Blink to stagger past him. Blink whirls around and brings the knight down in a downward stab that John easily grabs the wrist and twists forcing the knife free and into his own hand again.
John spins around behind Blink and drops, slashing the back of his legs at the hamstrings forcing the masked man to drop to his knees. Moren takes Blink by the hair and brings his head back while at the same moment bringing the point of his knee up and driving the knee into the back of the masked man’s neck.
Blink’s neck broke with a loud crack and he collapsed to his side leaning on the seats of the train car. John stood behind him for a moment, bleeding from a dozen small injuries to his face and other portions of his body just catching his breath.
And suddenly Blink’s wheezing breathing could be heard in the camera. John glanced down, his expression blank and unreadable.
John Moren: “Still with me? Good.”
John moved across the car to the controls and turned them on activating the train car and it began to pull away from the station beneath the casino. The camera shifts a few times between John’s expressionless face and Blink lying on the ground on the floor of the train car, his eyes the only part of him that was moving now.
John Moren: “It didn’t have to be like this, Blink.”
John told him gently as the car finally pulled into the other station and he used the controls to slow it to a stop. Once it was stopped completely the doors opened and John turned to look behind him at the man on the floor.
John Moren: “This is on you.”
John moved across the train car, stepping over the paralyzed man as he did. When he reached the other side and the control panel on the other side of the car he turned the dial all the way up and stepped off the train just as the doors closed and the train car began back the way it had come.
The camera begins to shift every ten seconds between John and Blink.
It shifts to the train rolls down the tracks with the man lying on the floor in silence.
It shifts to John, now limping, makes his way up the stairs of the hidden platform into the bank proper. The main level of the bank was clean, the walls and floor gleaming as if those who lived nearby didn’t like anything they had to look at to be runned down. Even the windows were predestined, whole and newly washed.
It shifts to the train car rumbles along the tunnel moving faster and faster.
It shifts to John pulls the two handguns from his thighs and reloads each of them with the one final clip he had for each of them.
It shifts to the speed the train car was reaching causing the entire car to begin to shake and vibrate.
It shifts to John pulling back the releases on each of the handguns with one hand and checks the slides before stuffing them back into the holsters and turning his eyes to the huge building the Saints used as their headquarters.
John Moren: “She’s gotta be in there.”
The train station suddenly appears inside, reflecting on the inside of the train car as it exits the darkness of the tunnel moving much, much faster than advisable. The train was supposed to turn slightly as it pulled into the station, but it was simply going too fast. The car left the tracks and hit the platform full speed, jumping it and sending it in an upward arch into the wall disappearing through it where it entered the Misfit underground garage….and the gas tanks.
It shifts one final time back to John as the whole street shook from the force of an explosion the whole City could see. A massive fireball filled the sky, but John never so much as looked at it. He knew that was the result of the train reaching the station and no one being able to slow it down.
It didn’t matter.
All that mattered was finding Becca.
Finding the Kid.
The camera moves in on John’s face as he makes his way for the front door of the bank and his final step.
The Saints HQ.