FADE IN
INT. THE HANGOUT
RYAN JAMES stares blankly forward, staring off into space as strange visions begin flashing through is mind, RYAN'S eyes rolling in the back of his head as the INTENSE VISIONS seem to increase as we hear THE SHADE'S LAUGHTER in the background...
RYAN snaps awake as his PHONE rings, RYAN quickly answering it as he waits a moment, grabbing his forehead before speaking.
RYAN
Hello?
VOICE
(O.S.)
RYAN, it's JOSE...I got some stuff you're definitely going to want to come check out...hurry over, now!
RYAN
I'll hurry when I want motherfucker!...Be there in twenty.
RYAN hangs up as he rubs his head and looks disoriented.
RYAN
Damn...
THE SHADE
(O.S.)
What's wrong? See something that didn't quite sit well with you, boy?
RYAN
You're starting to get on my last goddamn nerve...
THE SHADE
(O.S.)
Think it's wise to take your only savior's name in vain?
RYAN
Shut up...
RYAN grabs his vile as he takes a bump, RYAN closes his eyes as he then opens them and looks around, RYAN taking a breath before grabbing his coat and heads out the door.
EXT. WAREHOUSE
JOSE SALEMON, RYAN'S private ARMS DEALER and WEAPONS MANUFACTURE, stands outside his WAREHOUSE as RYAN pulls up in the STING. JOSE smiling as he shakes RYAN'S hand.
RYAN
JOSE.
JOSE
RYAN, been a while.
RYAN
Yeah, thanks for the upgrades on THE STING, I haven't quite been able to use them yet, but I'll get around to it. What's you got?
JOSE
Oh what I got is gonna make you shit gold my friend, follow me.
RYAN
Shit gold?
JOSE
It's an expression.
RYAN
I don't think so...
JOSE
Well...Just come on.
JOSE leads as RYAN follows close behind.
INT. WAREHOUSE
JOSE leads RYAN over to the area spray painted in large leaders as THE GOODS, RYAN looking to see a MILITARY VEHICLE with a CRATE ATTACHMENT was parked in the LARGE GARAGE, the back end of the CRATE blown open.
JOSE unlocks the SLIDING DOOR and steps in front of it, JOSE sliding it to the far right as AUTOMATIC LIGHTS begin to turn on, revealing a cavalcade of GUNS, KNIVES, EXPLOSIVES, and other bizarre weapon creations.
RYAN smirks as JOSE turns and throws his arms up.
JOSE
Welcome to the GUN SHOW.
RYAN
Always cum a little in my pants when I see this.
JOSE
Don't we all. Shall I show you my first newest creation in your fight against the constant hordes of things that go bump in the night?
RYAN
Lay it on me.
JOSE smiles and pulls up a LARGE MINI GUN with a STRAP attachment and THREE BARRELS WELDED TO BODY KIT WITH THREE LARGE CHAMBERS.
RYAN
A goddamn minigun?!
JOSE
Not just any minigun my friend, a SHOTGUN MINIGUN.
RYAN
Get the fuck out of here.
JOSE
No joke, this is a .50 cal military issue heavy assault rifle welded to about three other barrels with three different extended mag chambers, with these custom bad boys...
JOSE hands RYAN a LARGE MACHINE GUN like BANANA CLIP that was loaded with SHOTGUN SHELLS.
JOSE
These clips hold about 25 rounds apiece and the SHOTGUN SHELLS are my homemade recipe, filled with ROCK SALT, SCATTERSHOT, IRON PELTS, SULFUR, SILVER, and of course, GARLIC POWDER.
RYAN
You beautiful fat Mexican bastard.
JOSE smiles and loads THREE of the CLIPS into the THREE CHAMBERS.
JOSE
You just load them like you would three machine guns, aim from the waist, and let loose the dogs of war my friend.
RYAN
Sickness.
JOSE sets it down, RYAN gently rubbing his fingers over it as JOSE sets down a regular looking .45
RYAN
...What's this?
JOSE
My .45
RYAN
What's so special about it?
JOSE
Aim at that dummy.
JOSE points at the SHOOTING DUMMY about a meter away, RYAN picking up the .45 and aiming it, firing a shot that hits the DUMMY in the chest.
RYAN
Okay...? Round going to explode or something?
JOSE
No. Now on the side by your trigger finger, tap the red button.
RYAN raises an eyebrow and looking at the gun he sees the small red button and touches it in.
RYAN
Alright...
JOSE
Now aim at the target for three seconds and then fire a shot at the ceiling.
RYAN aims at the DUMMY for three seconds and then aims up and fires a round into the ceiling, only to watch as the BULLET went up and then veered down, hitting the DUMMY center mass in the chest again, RYAN looking at the .45 in astonishment.
RYAN
What the fuck!
JOSE
It's a micro sensitive homing device that is engraved into the gun, when you press that red button it engraves the next round in the chamber with the tech and allows you to pinpoint any shot whether you're aiming at them or not.
RYAN
How in the hell did you get this technology?
JOSE
You know I have my ways, RYAN.
RYAN
Hijacked another military concave?
JOSE
Absolutely.
RYAN
You beautiful son of a bitch, what else you got for me?
JOSE
I also have...ah, this should come in handy...
JOSE sets down a pair of GLOVES.
RYAN picks them up as JOSE instructs him.
JOSE
Put them on...now let them graft to your skin...
RYAN winces as the GLOVES seemingly tighten, JOSE smiling as he then slides over a pair of SUNGLASSES.
RYAN
What the hell?
JOSE
Just put them on.
RYAN shrugs and puts them on, JOSE smirking as RYAN looks around in shock.
RYAN
Whoa...
INT. RYAN'S POV
Through RYAN'S eyes we see analytical data being fed into the glasses, from JOSE'S body temperature, weight, height, to what pheromones and smells where lingering, to readings on any supernatural presences or activity in the area.
JOSE
Government's had these for a while, it's called the ATLAS, only the FBI and the MONSTER HUNTING GOVERNMENT TASK FORCE has these...I'm sure SAMANTHA does as well...
RYAN
Let's leave her out of this...
JOSE
Right...Anyways, the ATLAS is like a road map through the SUPERNATURAL WORLD, it picks up traces of GHOSTS, when the last time a VAMPIRE fed, how far away certain activity is, though the range isn't that great. It can pick up all sorts of DNA, and can cross reference it through a nano-like computer base built into the gloves, meaning you can learn whether the blood splatter is male, female, monster, or how long ago it happened. Everything.
RYAN
You've really outdone yourself.
JOSE
There's one drawback, it's battery life...
INT. RYAN'S POV
RYAN is still analyzing everything but suddenly everything returns to normal.
INT. WAREHOUSE
RYAN takes the GLASSES off as JOSE scowls a bit.
JOSE
Yeah, you're limited to about three minutes of use, after that you have to let it recharge.
RYAN
How long's the recharge?
JOSE
Depends, I've heard an hour, I've heard 3 days. It just varies.
RYAN
Well that's unfortunate, but nonetheless, fuckin' awesome.
JOSE
You know it. And now...my favorite creation, and the one I'm sure you're going to love.
JOSE pulls up a SHOTGUN, RYAN eying it before noticing it's immediate details.
THE SHOTGUN was FOUR BARRELED, wit the TWO INNER BARRELS welded together to form ONE solid BARREL with the TWO OUTSIDE BARRELS branding off but still connecting to create a larger radius, RYAN looking at the handle and the STOCK HANDLE that was directly under it as JOSE cocks it open revealing the FOUR CHAMBERS to load the INDIVIDUAL SHELLS.
JOSE
Ever seen PHANTASM II?
RYAN
I don't know what that is...
JOSE
Not a lot of people do...pity, it's quite awesome...anyways, this my friend, is your very own FOUR BARRELED SHOTGUN, with extended hand grip stocked under the barrels for steady aiming and a devastating barrage of shotgun fire...but that's not what makes this thing so special...
RYAN
What more could there be?
JOSE
It's a TRIFECTA.
JOSE closes it the CHAMBER and presses a GREEN BUTTON on the right, JOSE turning to his left as he suddenly begins shooting out jets of FIRE. RYAN screaming in joy and shock as JOSE just smiles.
JOSE
With the green button pressed on the side this my friend begins a handheld FLAMETHROWER. Now if you press the BLUE BUTTON on the LEFT...
JOSE presses it and pops the chamber open, RYAN watching as the SHOTGUN CHAMBER shifted and flipped inside out, revealing NINE CHAMBER SLITS. JOSE loading MACHINE GUN MAGAZINES into it as RYAN just shakes his head, JOSE smiles as he cocks it.
JOSE
Nine magazine clip cartridges built into the system, each clip holds 30 rounds, giving you 270 death dealing rounds per 15 seconds, and the beauty of it...
JOSE presses both buttons and RYAN watches the SLOT reverse back over to the SHOTGUN SHELL CHAMBERS.
JOSE
You keep them both loaded at the same time.
RYAN
You outdid yourself this time, JOSE...
JOSE
Of course I did.
RYAN pats JOSE as JOSE just smiles as he holds his FOUR BARRELED SHOTGUN up, RYAN smirking to himself as he looks at his new toys.
INT. THE HANGOUT
SOME time LATER
RYAN shifts through some PHOTOS of mutilated bodies as A MAN is shaking.
RYAN
You cold or something man?
MAN
No, I...Just a little nervous.
RYAN
Why? You're safe here.
MAN
Yeah, It's just...you snap these pictures of you friends...your wife...You just...you just get the shakes sometimes...
RYAN
I wouldn't know...
RYAN slides them over as the MAN slowly gathers them together and puts them away.
RYAN
So..what exactly did you say this thing was? I couldn't quite understand it you were sorta stark raving it you know...
MAN
Yeah...I'm sorry just..initial shock of what I saw still...
RYAN
Yeah yea, what was it man?
MAN
It was translucent, almost like a ghost you know? But it could touch you, it knocked me down when it went for my WIFE, and it was strong...not really fast but strong...
RYAN
(O.S.)
Classic class b SLASHER...
MAN
It was....hungry...it didn't seem to want to do anything but...but
RYAN
But?
MAN
It only went after people's heads...and it..sucked...their brains out...
RYAN
(O.S.)
Oh shit...shit shit shit...
RYAN
You think it was a GHOUL?
RYAN
(O.S.)
you know it's not a goddamn GHOUL you fucking idiot!
MAN
No this thing looked HUMAN, looked normal for glimpses, until...you know, it started sucking down on my wife's brain...
RYAN
I see...Well...I can't guarantee anything, but I'll take care of your monster.
MAN
Thank you! Oh thank you so much...I know... I know it won't bring my wife back...but at least...
RYAN rolls his eyes as the MAN begins to sob.
MAN
At least I know she's in a better place...
RYAN
Yeah man, I know she is...a bright star shining down on us all...now I need some time to prepare...think you can...you know...leave?
MAN
Oh...yeah...thank you Mr. JAMES, thank you so much!
RYAN
Drop the check in the mail before you leave town, thank you. I prefer YEN! But AMERICAN is fine too...
MAN
Uh...alright...
The MAN looks at RYAN puzzled but hurries out as RYAN smiles warmly before scowling and cursing over and over before running into the bathroom, RYAN screaming as he begins to shit loudly.
INT. BATHROOM
RYAN winces and drops a large load into the toilet, RYAN screaming in agony as he pulls his phone out and dials a number, RYAN sweating heavily as he hears the other end pick up.
CHARLES
(O.S.)
I understand that I probably am the only person who will answer the phone for you, but this is beginning to become a nuisance.
RYAN
I know...(farting loudly)
CHARLES
(O.S.)
Are you taking a shit?
RYAN
Yes...
CHARLES
(O.S.)
Hmm, that bad?
RYAN
Yeah, little bit...what do you know about WRAITHS?
CHARLES
(O.S.)
WRAITHS...well, they're Greek, or Scottish...some form of early European being that was a transcendental supernatural force, towering above your normal GHOSTS, SPIRITS, BANSHEES, what have you. Retain all human intelligence, far more cunning than anything out there aside the higher beings. They mostly work alone, but if bound, a NECROMANCER can have dozens under his control...
RYAN
For reasons that include not giving me a heart attack, let's just stick with it's just one...
CHARLES
(O.S.)
…Main thing about WRAITH'S is that they're prideful, they like worthy opponents, anyone who gives them a fight they most usually take a higher road and well accept one request permitted by that person. But so far no account of that has ever been documented.
RYAN
Why's that?
CHARLES
(O.S.)
Because most WRAITH'S either kill the person afterwards or turn that person into a WRAITH as well.
RYAN
Balls...
CHARLES
(O.S.)
Yeah, sucks for you I think.
RYAN
You think?
CHARLES
(O.S.)
Only gets worse.
RYAN
Goddamnit of course it does.
CHARLES
(O.S.)
The things are like SPIRIT PLAGUES, they can posses people they've targeted with less resolve and also they can jump from UNDEAD to UNDEAD, so if there's anything supernatural in the area even if you think you've killed the damn thing it could of just jumped into another host.
RYAN
Fuck...
CHARLES
(O.S.)
They're easy to spot though, they won't have any legs, usually have like a floating cloak that will cover the fact that they don't, and they're usually bound by a chain or so.
RYAN
All good, but how do I kill the damn things?
CHARLES
(O.S.)
IRON usually works from what I remember, or you can bind it to you and dissolve it using Spell 45 in the handbook...
RYAN
(O.S.)
The HUNTER'S HANDBOOK, a SPELL BOOK with incantations and methods on how to defend yourself and send certain things back to hell. Most novice hunters use it...I'm not a novice hunter.
RYAN
Ha, I won't need the book...
CHARLES
(O.S.)
Got the spell memorized?
RYAN
Fuck no, I'm just going to load that bitch up with IRON till it croaks.
CHARLES
(O.S.)
Yeah...good luck with that, look man, the bad thing about WRAITH'S is that even if you do that, even if you bind the spell and dissolve it, there's not guarantee that the damn thing still isn't around, and you don't want to be on a WRAITH'S shit list.
RYAN
Yeah...CHARLES...thanks...
CHARLES
(O.S.)
Yeah...don't call me again, okay? Just for like...a month.
RYAN
We'll see.
RYAN hangs up as he grabs the FRAGRANCE SPRAY and sprays about for a solid minute before flushing the TOILET.
KELLER, TEXAS.
EXT. DINER
RYAN parks the STING outside the local DINER in KELLER, TEXAS, RYAN looking at the NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS of the KILLINGS that the MAN had come to him about earlier, RYAN stuffing them away in his coat as he heads inside.
INT. DINER
RYAN takes a seat and the WAITRESS comes over as RYAN doesn't even glance at the menu.
RYAN
I would like half an egg with a sausage cut in four squares.
WAITRESS
Umm...I don't think we do that.
RYAN
I want a quarter of a MANGO.
WAITRESS
We don't have that either...
RYAN
I want a small glass of carrot juice.
WAITRESS
Sir, we don't have that either...
RYAN
Then I will have nothing.
The WAITRESS rolls her eyes and heads off as RYAN turns and quickly hollers out.
RYAN
Be sure my Eggs are Benedict!
The WAITRESS just looks confused as she just heads to the back, RYAN looking about as he notices a few TEENAGE GIRLS looking at him and giggling as RYAN just smirks and poses a bit for them, the GIRLS giggling as RYAN just smirks and doesn't notice a MAN sitting across from him.
MAN
Hello.
RYAN jumps a bit, his knees hitting the table as he looks around to see if anyone saw him jump, the MAN just smiles as RYAN eyes him up down.
RYAN
Can I help you?
MAN
Perhaps you can...My name is KRIS SCRUGGS...And I'm the thing you're seeking.
RYAN
Come again?
KRIS
I'm the WRAITH...
RYAN freezes as he goes stiff, KRIS smirking as he blows on his knuckles and rubs them against his chest.
KRIS
Don't believe me...scan me over with your little...thingy.
RYAN doesn't budge as KRIS eyes him.
KRIS
I wasn't asking you too...I was telling.
RYAN gulps and pulls up the COMEBACK METER, RYAN watching as the COLOR comes up BLUE.
KRIS
Do I check out?
RYAN
Yeah...
KRIS
Now I know you're wondering, how did the WRAITH make me out the second I arrived in town...and why am I still breathing right now? Am I off?
RYAN
Not at all man...
KRIS
Good.
KRIS goes quiet as he smiles at the WAITRESS who sets down RYAN'S eggs and a glass of WATER.
WAITRESS
Are you getting anything today, KRIS?
KRIS
Nothing for me today, KATHY, thanks.
The WAITRESS smiles and KRIS eyes her backside as she walks off.
KRIS
Troubling how I horny I still can be sometimes.
RYAN just stares at him, not moving, his eyes just bulged.
KRIS
Don't just stare at me like a retard, eat your eggs, you can eat and carry on a conversation without sounding or looking like a buffoon correct?
RYAN
At this time...I'm pretty sure I just shit myself...so I say...fifty fifty shot.
KRIS
Eat your eggs please.
RYAN slowly reaches for his knife and fork as KRIS smiles and looks around the DINER.
KRIS
I wasn't KRIS SCRUGGS until about three days ago. You see the pesky thing about my...make up if you say, is that once you wear out a host, you have to find another one. Of course I could just float around like what most people see when I'm feeding, but there's no fun in that...
RYAN slowly eats his eggs but never takes his eyes off of KRIS, KRIS pulling out a pack of cigarettes as he lights one.
KRIS
Take this (holding up the cigarette) I never touched them, but this body's urge to have it is quite fierce, so I indulge it every few hours or so.
RYAN
You gonna kill me...or?
KRIS
Keep eating you little monkey.
RYAN shuts up and continues slowly putting the eggs into his mouth.
KRIS
Do not think you coming here was a random act of heroism on your part MONSTER HUNTER, this was planned out for you to come, and come you did.
RYAN
What are you talking about?
KRIS
There are...things I work for...powerful things. Creatures so powerful and so ferocious that your blood will boil just being in their very presence...and they've been keeping tabs on you hunters...oh yes. We know about you, RYAN JAMES, we know about AUSTIN BLACK, about SAMANTHA CRANE and her little two man crew. We know of who is a threat, and who is not.
RYAN
...So...
RYAN leans back as he stretches.
RYAN
...Am I threat?
KRIS
Of course not...even now you're trying to draw your pistol and can't even do that without looking like a complete idiot...
RYAN freezes in an awkward stance where it was clearly obvious he was trying to get something from behind his back.
RYAN stops and leaves the .45 in place as KRIS just stares at him.
KRIS
..However...others seem to think you're of more use to us as a threat, so for this conversation, let's say you are.
RYAN
I don't understand...
KRIS
I'm getting to it, you little cretin.
RYAN
You don't have to be a dick.
KRIS
Look here, flesh-ling. You are about to stumble upon something big, some real heavy pushers in the SLASHER world. They haven't revealed themselves yet, but they will. It is in my bosses interests, and more and likely, your best interests, that you stop them.
RYAN
You want me to take orders from monsters? To hunt...other monsters...?
KRIS
Of course not, we're just throwing you some scraps of information in regards to a common enemy that will spell trouble for both parties.
RYAN
What should stop me from taking you out right now?
KRIS
You couldn't if you tried, I have the upper hand, and your brains would be sucked clean out of your skull before you could even blink. Take it upon good faith that I am not doing so.
RYAN
So what happens now?
KRIS
You go hunt, do what you do, but remember what I've said...these SLASHERS...they're not small time...they think bigger, and they'll be letting your hunters know it too...Do not let them succeed.
KRIS stands up as RYAN just looks at him.
KRIS
Don't worry, I'll be clearing out, my job is done...but do take this into account...we will be seeing each other again I am sure...and if you think you can kill me...take your best shot. Till then, you have all I am allowed to disclose. Till we meet again...MONSTER HUNTER...
RYAN doesn't move as KRIS suddenly disappears, nobody seems to notice it as RYAN just sits there, not moving his head spinning as he closes his eyes.
THE SHADE
(O.S.)
That...was too close for comfort even for me...
RYAN
Tell me about it...
RYAN
(O.S.)
I don't know whether it was the eggs, or the shit covered underwear I was sitting in, but something unnerved me deeply about what had just happened...Why did a WRAITH just spare me...who or what was he working for...and why...did they want me to stop whatever they were having a beef with...I didn't understand...but I know that when something like this happens...good things aren't on the horizon...I knew...things were about to get bad real quick...
SOMEWHERE FAR FAR AWAY...
KRIS appears on a LEDGE, KRIS looking out at the BLACK VOID of the NIGHT SKY and reaching into a BAG he throws up a STRANGE DARK POWDER, KRIS watching as the POWDER illuminates the sky and then begins forming into a FACE.
KRIS
It is done, the MONSTER HUNTER with the SHADE has been told all that you have asked me to share...it is only a matter of time before he stumbles upon the YATES...but I must ask...why are we helping the hunters?
The FACE is smiling as KRIS just stares at it.
THE FACE
Because my dear boy, I too am a HUNTER...and I want all healthy competition taken care of.
KRIS
As you wish.
THE FACE
I am sending you more of your brethren, I think it is time you gave them a crash course of who's the boss around here.
KRIS
Of course.
The FACE and KRIS turn to see DOZENS of WRAITH'S hovering about as KRIS throws his arms to the side.
KRIS
Brothers! Sisters! Pledge your love to your master, our lord, our protector...the NECROMANCER, NICK GARCIA...
The WRAITHS screech as KRIS smirks, THE FACE of NECROMANCER NICK GARCIA only able to laugh as his forces pledge their loyalties to their new master.
FADE OUT