Jason X Page #7

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INT. GRID 52

Azrael moves through a maze of walls and pipes. Stea, HISSES lights

STROBE.

He's dressed in full military garb, a huge gun strapped to his hsoulder.

STALKING POV:

Something watching Azrael, his back to us. Azrael moves. The stalker

closes in.

Suddenly Azrael hits, rolls and comes up Blasting right at us.

HIS POV:

A HUGE ALIEN CREATURE, fangs, claws and so on, leaps at him. THe big

blaster hits home. The alien DISINTERGRATES.

Sitting on the floor, Azrael sighs and wipes his brow.

SUddenly, another alien rises up behind him with a hideos Screech.

There's nothing Azrael can do. He's a goner. Then --

FZZT! A blast from elsewhere DISINTERGRATES THE CREATURE. MOVE TO

REVEAL--

DALLAS, the grunt Azreael had words with earlier.

DALLAS:

That's nine to four, geek-boy.

AZRAEL:

You got lucky.

DALLAS:

You got lucky. I could have waited until he

ate your head.

AZRAEL:

Speaking of which, duck!

Dallas hits the deck as Azrael FIRES, disintegrating another. Beyond it

lunge a half dozen more. Dallas and Azrael scramble to their feet,

take aim, when --

ONE OF THE ALIENS IS CUT IN HALF!

GREEN GOO squirts from its body.

AZRAEL:

What the?!

JASON VOORHEES:

SLASHES THROUGH another alien, splitting it down the middle.

Then another.

DALLAS:

He's good.

Azrael smiles knowingly. He takes aim and lets loose a blast at Jason.

Aliens scatter as the blasts hits Jason dead on. Dallas joins in

unloading on the hulinking terror.

THeir assault has no effect on Jason whatsoever.

DALLAS:

That sucks. Why won't he go down?

AZRAEL:

Pause play.

Suddenly the aliens freeze in place. Jason stares at them, then turns to

Dallas and Azrael.

DALLAS:

He's not part of the program.

AZRAEL:

Hey cool. They brought ancient

hockey guy back to life.

Jason walks up to them. Titls his head like a dog hearing a high-pitched

whistle.

Why aren't they running.

AZRAEL:

Hey! We're playing a game here.

Get off the court!

Jason raises his silver blade high.

DALLAS:

No, we're playing a game...not you numbnuts...

SLASH! The blade slices through Azrael's shoulder to the bottom of his

rib cage. Blood spurts

as his right side pulls away from his body. Azrael does not seem hurt,

only pissed.

AZRAEL:

A**hole that does not count as a kill.

DALLAS:

Yes it does.

AZRAEL:

Oh, come on!

JASON is confused. He spins and slashed taking Dallas' head clean off.

The head falls to the ground, then Dallas speaks.

DALLAS:

Okay, enough of this sh*t.

AZRAEL:

Alright, a**hole.

The sound of an ENGINE SHUTTING DOWN.

Jason finds himself standing alone on a huge open court, all white,

sterile.

No creatures, no Dallas or Azrael. A both ends of the white garganuan

room we see a small tinted glass.

Azrael's voice booms over a loud speaker.

AZRAEL(V.O.)

Clear off the court, a**hole.

INT. BOOTH ONE

Azrael sits before a huge console wearing a virtual reality suit.

INT. BOOTH TWO

Dallas is in his own suit from the opposite booth.

DALLAS:

I don't have all day, kid.

AZRAEL:

Yeah yeah I better call the labs,

see what the hell is going on.

Jason stares at the tinted glass of Azrael's booth.

AZRAEL:

(into mike)

Lab...this is AZ in the game grid.

Your guy got out and runined our game.

INTERCUT AS NECESSARY:

INT LAB TWO:

The reaction to the broadcast.

YLLO:

Azrael can you repeat that?

RIZZO:

Get him out of there!

AZRAEL:

(into mike)

I said the guy in the mask is in here

ruining our game.

Jason starts to close in on Azrael's pod.

AZRAEL:

(continuing)

Send someone to the grid to pick

him up. He looks lost.

YLLO:

That's impossible.

RIZZO:

I told you! Get them out of there!

(grabs mike)

Get out of there! Get out of there now!

AZRAEL:

(into mike)

All right fine, we'll head back--

Suddenly, JASON shoves his fist through the glass.

DALLAS:

Jesus!

The sounds of Azrael's DEATH broadcast over the lab.

When Jason retrieves his hand, he holds a bloody mass of Azrael's

insides.

IN THE LAB, Brodski takes charge.

BRODSKI:

Dallas! That you? Come back!

DALLAS:

(into mike)

Sarge! Get the f*** down here!

We got a real shitstorm in the --

DALLAS fights to get out of his virtual reality suit and get himself

into combat mode...BUT...

JASON hears the movement. Turns, flings his silver blade.

It flies across the room, throught the glass and impales Dallas' throat

to his chair.

The blade shrots out the electronics in the grid and plunges the room to

black.

INT. LAB TWO

As the connection goes to static.

BRODSKI:

(into mike)

Dallas?! Dallas?! Do you copy?

Nothing. Finally...

RIZZO:

He's dead. They're both dead. You

don't understand what is on this ship.

This is a being that kills. That's what

he does. That's all he does. And he is very

good at it.

BRODSKI:

Kicker, Sven. Get into the grid and tell

me what the hell is going on!

She gets up and heads for the door.

DELONGPRE:

Where are you going?

RIZZO:

We have to get off this ship.

Yllo who has been losing control takes on the lead again.

YLLO:

That's ridiculous. You're overreacting.

RIZZO:

Why don't you get it? He's going to kill

us all!

BRODSKI:

I doubt that. I think we can handle whatever

your ancient hockey player can throw at us.

RIZZO:

Look! Just get everyone together, get off the ship...

and then blow it to kingdom f***ing come! That's the

only way you're going to live.

DELONGPRE:

You just need to relax. Rizzo ti's the future.

We have soldiers on board, E-X Grunts, the baddest of

the bad...and their weapons? I'm sure are slightly more

advanced than what you're used to.

RIZZO:

I hope so.

EXT. GAME GRID CORRIDOR

Sven and Kicker approach the door. Casually, weapons slung low. The

doors hiss open, the black maw of the game grid on the other side.

KICKER:

Damn. Are they playing?

SVEN:

Dallas?! Azrael!

Their combat sense perks up a bit. Something's not right. They turn on

their lights and ready their weapons.

INT. GAME GRID

WIDE:
Hard beams of light search for anything.

Sven, as his beam hits Azrael's pod.

SVEN:

Oh sh*t.

From inside pod as Sven and Kicker approach. THe blood splattered inside

the glass glows in the throws of their lights.

Kicker breaks off to inspect the other POD Sven tries to hold down his

lunch.

SVEN:

Sarge, this is bad. The kid's

His guts are ripped out.

BRODSKI:

(over radio)

Dead?

SVEN:

Oh yeah.

Kicker reaches the other POD. the darkness looms behind him as he finds

his friend.

KICKER:

(into radio)

Sarge, this is Kicker. Dallas got

it to. Real slice and dice. What

should we do?

INT. LAB TWO

Everyone is in shock except Brodski...he's a pro.

BRODSKI:

Report to weapons. We're going

on a hunt.

KICKER IN THE GRID

KICKER:

Roger that.

(to himself)

Time to kick some ass!

From behind him a shape materializes. A hand reaches out of the

darkness.

KICKER JUMPS! Spins around with his weapon at the ready!

IT'S SVEN!

SVEN:

Sorry!

KICKER:

Don't friggen do that!

INT. LAB TWO

Brodski is in assault mode.

BRODSKI:

Yllo, what's your head count?

YLLO:

Looks like we're missing two.

Stone and Kkinsa.

JANESSA:

You know, Stoney's done everyone

on this trip but me..what's up with that?

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