The Monster Squad Page #11

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KAZIGLU:

Unfortunately, our friend's shell

doesn't retain much of the man he

was, and won't serve our purposes

directly. But it's of no concern.

Your duty tonight will be to track

down the visitor from the previous

evening, who will serve as…

Kaziglu turns towards Rueger, who brandishes the shovel. He

SLAMS its jagged point into the vampire's chest with both

hands, the tip puncturing fabric and flesh and driving in

deep. Rueger gives it a twist, teeth clenched.

RUEGER:

I'm not like you. I never could be.

Kaziglu gasps and writhes, and brief triumph flickers over

Charles' face. It abruptly fades, however, as the vampire

relaxes, rolling his neck and shoulders and squinting

curiously at Rueger.

KAZIGLU:

You truly believe that?

68.

With a sweep of his arm, Kaziglu launches Rueger off of his

feet. He flails and staggers into a bookcase, falling to the

floor. The vampire draws the shovel-handle from his chest and

tosses it like a dart, the point impaling the wall next to

Rueger's head.

KAZIGLU:

That you'd simply be done with

this, and return to your life?

Charles, Charles. This is a

contract, and its terms are most

binding.

Kaziglu moves to where Rueger is slumped. He kicks him in the

face, casually.

KAZIGLU:

Non-negotiable.

Kick. Rueger spits up blood.

KAZIGLU:

And resolved only at a time of my

choosing.

Kick. Rueger curls up, trying to guard himself against the

blows. Kaziglu grips the scruff of his coat and easily drags

his struggling carcass across the floor, towards the window.

KAZIGLU:

Your kind once roared. They didn't

wear masks and fight against their

nature, they defied the night sky

and bathed in the blood of their

enemies. So, Charles…

Kaziglu hauls Rueger up to the window, where the twilight sky

has given way to the night. The moon blazes from above; it's

full. Charles recoils, trying to cover his face. Kaziglu

slaps his hands away and smears the still-fresh blood of his

forearm wound against the man's mouth, its black and acrid

shine causing Rueger to gag violently.

.

69.

KAZIGLU:

Roar for me.

Rueger screams, convulsing and landing on the carpet. The

transformation is a hideous process, rather than a gradual

becoming; bones snap and reform, the man's clothing and skin

is ripped through by the form bulging beneath it, his face is

split asunder by the emergence of a fanged maw. Kaziglu looks

on with his arms folded. When the process is complete,

Charles Rueger has given way to a WEREWOLF, nearly seven feet

of shredded clothing, bristled fur and red eyes. The werewolf

slavers and stalks the vampire, then lunges forward as if to

attack.

KAZIGLU:

Wait.

The prince raises a hand, and the werewolf jars to a halt,

licking at its lips in a doglike manner.

KAZIGLU:

I'll send another to hunt the boy.

Your task is to simply go forth and

breed terror. Shed the blood, take

what you need, but bring the bodies

to me. We need numbers.

The beast huffs and puffs, and sprints from the room. Glass

shatters and explodes outward from a hallway window as the

werewolf drops some twenty feet to the ground. Its call

echoes through the stillness of the night. Kaziglu watches

from the window, and turns to pick up Rueger's discarded

keychain.

INT. CHERRYMOUNT ASYLUM PATIENT'S WING

Kaziglu's strides through the corridors of the asylum.

Darrow's corpse is positioned alongside a door, standing

guard. Bey steps past him, selects a long key from the chain,

and twists it into the lock. The door opens, casting

moonlight on the faces three of terrified teenage girls. One

of them is the brunette that Rueger was stalking earlier.

.

70.

KAZIGLU:

Ladies.

The sounds of whimpering grows louder, as the vampire swoops

forward.

INT. THE CROSS FAMILY HOUSE DINING ROOM

Seated at the dinner table with Len, Lize and Mrs. Cross,

Liam glances sharply to a nearby wall clock. It's 7:12. He

shovels in a few more mouthfuls of mashed potatoes while the

conversation goes on around him.

LIZE:

Well, she wasn't being nice to ME.

MRS. CROSS

Still. You can't threaten to fill

people with embalming fluid, Lize.

Isn't the right, Liam?

LIAM:

(Distractedly)

Only if you're Dr. Phibes. Can I be

excused?

MRS. CROSS

Okay, I give up. Yes. Go ahead. Any

more of this dinner conversation,

and I'm going to wind up feeding

you two like a mother bird.

Mrs. Cross jams a finger into her mouth, pantomiming gagging.

Lize makes a face as Liam grabs his plate, deposits it in the

sink, and bolts for the front door. He's dragging his shoes

on when Len appears in the hallway, clearing his throat. He

eases over to Liam, and leans down.

71.

LEN:

Look, I know things got a little

steamed up last night, but I just…

I wanted to apologize for… you

know. That was a cheap shot. I was

out of line.

LIAM:

(Surprised)

Thanks.

LEN:

Yeah. Also, if you're hanging out

with your friends, be careful.

There's some weird things going on

around out there.

LIAM Weird how?

LEN:

Don't worry about it. Just enjoy

being a kid while it lasts.

Len grins, rises, and heads back to the dining room. Liam

watches him go, then snaps back to attention and grabs his

jacket.

EXT. OLD TOWN SEATONVILLE - NIGHT

The main drag is practically deserted, save for a few

straggling bodies and the occasional car. Trash stirs slowly

in the gutters and University banners flap on their lamp

posts in the autumn breeze. The majority of the shop windows

are dark, but the PURGATORY IN PRINT is still up and running.

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EXT. ALLEYWAY

The shop's back door clunks open, and Thompson stumbles out,

dragging a life-size cardboard cutout of sci-fi film icon

Julie Strain. He pushes open the dumpster lid and prepares to

fold the standee up, but pauses. He takes a look around, and

grins.

72.

THOMPSON:

I know you want it. But it'd never

work.

He LICKS the standee's face, and begins to feed it into the

dumpster. A growl emits from somewhere in the shadows;

Thompson stops, looks around, and lets loose with a low

whistle.

THOMPSON:

Woof, woof?

SNARL. Rueger steps out of the darkness with long steps,

talons flexing and jaw slavering.

THOMPSON:

WOW-

The beast is on him in a single movement. The shadows cast on

the brick wall are a frenzy of movement, as the shop owner's

howls of terror abruptly stop.

EXT. SUNNY SIGN PARK - NIGHT

Click. A flashlight is turned on, illuminating the roundness

of Chud's face. He speaks in a Dracula-like voice.

CHUD:

But D'Juan! You cannot suck my

testicles, for the flow of blood

there is quite weaaaak!

D'JUAN

It wasn't funny the first three

times, it isn't funny now.

Sunny Sign Park. It's really nothing more than a small patch

of playground and grass tacked onto the cul-de-sac that the

namesake street ends into. Chud is sitting on a PONGO PONY (A

plastic see-saw horse with a spring under it), and D'Juan is

parked on the foot of the nearby slide.

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