Predator Page #19

Still holding the bang-stick in his bow hand, he carefully releases the

draw on the string, reaching to his neck for the FLASH-GRENADE. With

painstaking care he removes the grenade from his neck.

Focusing on the rocks before him and the still approaching SOUND, he

reaches down with the grenade, gripping with his fingertips the

matchhead fuse, placing it against the rocks at his side.

With a sudden jerk of his hand he strikes and throws the grenade,

snatching up the bang-stick with his good hand.

The matchhead SPUTTERS as the grenade flies through the air, an instant

later a blinding, WHITE FLASH of light illuminates the amphitheater...

In that instant Schaefer SEES above him and to his left, the HUNTER,

poised on top of a rock, his weapon raised, about to strike!

Momentarily blinded by the flash of light, the Hunter's head recoils to

the side.

Darkness swallows the image of the Hunter, but in that second, Schaefer

seizes his advantage, hurling the bang-stick spear.

INT. THE SPEAR - NIGHT

It smashes into the boulder at the Hunter's feet. The Hunter leaps as

the grenade DETONATES, shrapnel tearing into his body.

With a terrifying SCREAM of pain and anger, the Hunter clutches

frantically at the WOUNDS in his neck and chest. Another bloodcurdling

SCREAM OF RAGE and the Hunter is gone.

INT. WATERFALL - NIGHT

Cascades over the rocks, fed by a small stream running through the

ravine. A pile of BOULDERS breaks the falls, filling the area with an

ever constant MIST.

Schaefer appears, holding the bow and arrow, following the LUMINOUS

BLOOD TRAIL of the Hunter over the rock.

Moving behind the falls, Schaefer's body is briefly soaked by the

water, the hardened and CAMOUFLAGE beginning to dissolve, running off

his body. He continues on, slowly, cautiously following the blood

trail.

INT. TABLE TOP BOULDER - NIGHT

Next to the flowing stream, surrounded by an open area of rock.

Schaefer, smeared with blood and sweat, his clay and ochre camouflage

partially washed away, climbs up a log onto the boulder. Oblivious to

the searing pain in his shoulder, he breathes in hot, powerful

exchanges, his eyes wide and glowing with vengeance.

SCHAEFER:

Bleed, you bastard.

His bow down, Schaefer follows the blood trail across the rock, edging

alongside a huge vertical boulder. The blood trail stops.

He takes another step forward, past a darkened ALCOVE...

Schaefer spins, SEEING in the alcove the SURPRISED Hunter whirl and

spring towards him...

Schaefer in a bound closes the distance, savagely kicking the Hunter's

arm. The WEAPON flies from the Hunter's hand CLATTERING to the rock.

Before he can recover, Schaefer follows with a karate kick to the

chest, hurling the Hunter to the ground, his back exposed.

In a flash, Schaefer is standing over the Hunter, the bow drawn,

poised, the blood from his open wound dripping onto the Hunter's back.

The Hunter slowly rolls onto his back, REVEALING his face, his eyes

bleached white in shock from the loss of blood. The Hunter's body,

rippled out of control, trying desperately to orientate itself to the

environment.

SCHAEFER:

(incredulous)

Who the hell are you...?

EXT. HUNTER'S POV OF SCHAEFER - NIGHT

Schaefer's body, looms over him, MOTTLED and STREAKED from his exposed

skin, blood oozing from the shoulder wound, his eyes like black sockets

in his almost skull-like face. Seen from this perspective, Schaefer is

a frightening, horrible visage.

THE HUNTER:

Shudders, GASPING hungrily for air, struggling to speak. From his

throat, Schaefer HEARS the feeble, distorted efforts of the Hunter, at

first garbled, incomprehensible and then, slowly, chillingly, taking on

the timbre and quality of his OWN VOICE.

HUNTER:

(electronic; filtered)

Who...

(improving)

... the hell...

(nearly perfect)

... are...

(perfect)

... You?

The Hunter's strength seems to fade even more...

Then, suddenly, with the last of his diminishing strength, he lashes

out with one arm, activating the lethal, razor sharp SPURS on his

wrists.

The Hunter's coiled leg kicks upward with incredible force, his

terrible spur ripping into Schaefer's thigh, hurling Schaefer into the

air, flipping him over, sending him crashing to his back into the

shallow pool of water, momentarily losing his bow. He flounders

desperately in the water, searching for the bow. He finds it just as...

The Hunter rises slowly to his feet, GASPING desperately for breath. He

inhales deeply, hungrily, gaining strength with each breath.

Schaefer looks from the pool to SEE the Hunter, raising his weapon to

throw.

In one totally instinctual movement, Schaefer draws back on the arrow

to its very tip and fires.

The arrow, with a deadly THUD, penetrates deeply into the Hunter's

neck. Another bloodcurdling SCREAM of RAGE as the Hunter clutches his

throat, dropping his weapon. An instant later and the Hunter is gone.

EXT. LOG BRIDGE - NIGHT (PRE-DAWN)

Emerging onto a huge log leading to the rim of the canyon, Schaefer

holding the Hunter's weapon, pauses several times, finding more traces

of the Hunter's blood, the deep WOUND in his thigh flowing heavily. He

continues across the log and climbs the bank, following the traces into

the jungle.

EXT. JUNGLE - PRE-DAWN

Moving along the rim of the coulee, Schaefer follows the thick, orange

blobs hanging on leaves and spent on the forest floor.

Too weak to move through the trees, the Hunter has left a SWATH of

trampled grasses, broken twigs and branches in his headlong retreat

from Schaefer:
the Hunter turned Hunted.

EXT. TWO ATTACK HELICOPTERS - DAY (PRE-DAWN)

Powering upward from the canyon, the WATERFALL in the background, clear

the rim, racing along at treetop height, heading towards the island

promontory.

EXT. HUNTER'S POV - CAMP - PRE-DAWN

Staggering into the clearing, bleeding severely. The Hunter is rapidly

losing his camouflage ability, his skin turning a PALE GREEN, flexing

and pulsing in shock. The glow of light from the ENERGY FIELD

reflecting off the spreading apron of BLOOD flowing from his wound.

With trembling hands he grasps the arrow and breaks it, pulling the

shaft from his neck. He screams in pain.

EXT. GLEN - PRE-DAWN

Schaefer follows the blood trail, deeper into the incredibly dense

vegetation, ripping aside the heavy growth, plunging onward.

Before him, covering a narrow passageway, is a huge SPIDER WEB,

intricate, four feet across. Schaefer starts to sweep aside the web.

With a sharp intake of breath, he halts, inches from the wed. Something

is wrong.

Examining the web closer he sees not silken threads but a hard and

shiny network of HAIR-FINE WIRE: A TRAP.

He backs up, picking up a hefty branch from the ground. He swings the

branch with a mighty heave, clenching his teeth in pain. The branch

sails end over end into the web impacting the strands. A metallic SNAP

is HEARD; a high-pitches WHINE and the log is violently severed, the

pieces flying in opposite directions with great speed.

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