Supernatural
Hunter or Hunted
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Legend: Bridgestone, Montana.
Darkest night.
We swoop in over the sleepy little town. No traffic. People are in their beds, children tucked in, nightmares left for the land of sleep.
As Main Street gives way to the dives and dealerships, we home in on a warehouse, surrounded by flatland. Nondescript. Ordinary, except for…
Inside.
Adrian- Suck it, bitch!
Adrian, a tall man, slightly heavyset, thick beard, bares a death's-head grin as he wields a giant double-bladed axe. The axe bites into the neck of a man with long, dark hair. As the head separates from the body, it spins in the air, blood spattering, and we see the man's canines are viciously extended.
Vampire!
Adrian- How you guy's doin'?
Still grinning, Adrian swings his gaze across the rest of the group. Group is a loose term. It's a heaving, screaming, rushing mess. Four other Hunters battling six vampires. Machetes, swords and axes against fangs and claws. The battle is hectic. But it's obvious these Hunters: Jeff, Mandan, Clark and Jones are winning.
Mandan squares up against two vampires. He's waving two longswords, spinning them lazily, his huge frame making the deadly foot-long blades look weightless.
Mandan- You guys wanna see a trick?
With a flip of his wrist, Mandan sends the left-hand sword slicing towards the first vampire – like a spear. It lances straight through his chest, pinning him to a beam. The second vampire turns to check on his comrade.
Mistake.
Mandan swings the right-hand sword and decapitates him.
The first vampire clutches the sword handle, heaving it clear, just in time to watch Mandan's sword barrelling into his neck.
Two more down!
Laughing, Mandan turns to check on his partners.
Dead vampires and severed heads litter the floor. The Hunters are wiping their blades clean of blood and gore.
Jones- Young un's…
Clark- No real fight in 'em.
Adrian- I count that a victory, boys!
Mandan- Let's just torch the corpses and get the hell outta here. Montana bores the crap outta me.
Jeff- Everywhere bores the crap outta you.
Mandan- Not Barbados.
Clark- You've never been to Barbados.
Mandan- That's how I know it ain't borin'!
Clark- What? That makes no–
They all turn at the sound of the heavy industrial doors swinging open.
Adrian- Crap! The cops!
Jones- Relax! It's just Nate and Bobby!
Relieved smiles break on their faces as Bobby Singer, and Nate Austin – a tall, reed thin black man, come striding through the doors.
Clark- What took y'all so long? We sent out the SOS 36 hours ago!
Bobby- Sorry about that, boys. We got a little caught up.
Jeff- With what? You trekking after the Winchesters again?
Bobby- I'm keepin' an eye on 'em.
Adrian- Hey, long as they don't kick-start the freakin' apocalypse again, I think they can get by.
Mandan- Specially that Dean kid… Scares even me.
Nate is bent over one of the corpses, studying it intently. He runs a finger through the pool of blood still pumping out of the headless neck. An axe blade slams into the floor, inches from his hand. Nate doesn't flinch, just looks up into the grinning face of Adrian.
Adrian- One swipe! Sent this bastard's head a good ten feet!
Nate- Nice job.
Adrian- Nice job? You kiddin' me? It's a work of art!
Nate- You really enjoy this, don't you Adrian?
Adrian- Killing monsters? What's not to enjoy?
Adrian chuckles. It grows into a full-blown belly laugh. Nate joins in, as he rises to his full height. They laugh and laugh, and soon everyone's joining in. Bobby included. It's a surreal scene – these grown men, surrounded by bodies, laughing like Christmas.
Nate glances at Bobby, who nods along jovially.
They move.
Hands to their waistbands, clutching at pistols.
They whip them out – and just start firing.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Gunfire and smoke fill the air as first Adrian, then Mandan, then Clark, Jones and Jeff hit the floor, pumped full of lead, stone cold dead.
The smoke clears. Nate and Bobby look at each other.
Nate- Who's next?
Bobby- The man mentioned the Winchesters.
Nate grins.
Nate- Hunt of a lifetime!
Bobby- Damn straight!
SLAM CUT TO – OPENING CREDITS - SUPERNATURAL
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