Van Hunter: Matrix of the Underworld

Scene 2

(Hunter arrives in a night club and looks around)

Guy #1: Hey Mr. Van Hunter, over here!

Hunter: Shh! Almost everyone here is out to get me! You want them to recognize me?

Guy #1: Oh, sorry Mr. Van … I mean, Hunter. Say, where's that short guy that's always following you around?

Hunter: Oh, he got kidnapped by a bunch of vampires.

Guy #1: Tough luck. Well, I hope you get him back.

Hunter: (blatantly) I don't.

Guy #1: O-kay. Oh, The HLSO has been looking for you.

Hunter: You mean the Head Leader of Secret Organizations?

Guy #1: Yeah, him.

Hunter: I'll pay you three cents if you tell me his real name.

Guy #1: As tempting as that is, I can't. I don't even know it.

Hunter: Shoot. Maybe next time.

Guy #1: Maybe. See ya later, Van Hunter.

Hunter: (Opens his mouth to scold him again about his name, but then closes it again and shakes his head before walking into the backroom of the club) Anybody home!?

Voice: Enter.

Hunter: (Steps closer, and then falls through a hole in the floor) Help!

Voice: I've been meaning to get that fixed. (A bulky man peers over the hole, and then pulls Hunter up) Where are the vampires?

Hunter: Well, we found them, and we were fighting and stuff, and then I sort of followed one up onto the roof of a building, and killed him. Then the leader kidnapped Kieran and they flew off.

(Voice is now to be referred to as HLSO)

HLSO: Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. How many times do I have to tell you to bring these vampires back! You can't keep killing them. And now you've gone and got that short sidekick guy that's always following you around kidnapped. I hope you realize the mess you've gotten yourself into.

Hunter: Yes. Now I'll have to make my own breakfasts.

HLSO: Ah, and you suck at that.

Hunter: I know.

(Mournful silence follows)

HLSO: So I suppose that's going to be your next mission.

Hunter: What? What's my next mission?

HLSO: Your next mission is to retrieve the Scottish kid, and capture as many vampires as you can in the process. Hopefully you could snag the ever-elusive Sarah Arthur while you're at it. Every time she manages to get out of our traps.

Hunter: Sir?

HLSO: Last time I sent Marcum and Brookes to get her – she's the head leader of the New York vampire sect. Things didn't turn out too well.

Hunter: Sir?

HLSO: Damn it Hunter, weren't you paying attention? I just told you.

Hunter: Uh, no you didn't. What happened with Marcum and Brookes?

HLSO: Oh, forget it.

Hunter: O-kay. Oh, and who's the Scottish kid?

HLSO: Isn't Kieran Scottish?

(Hunter shrugs)

HLSO: Well, whatever. Just go do it. You leave tomorrow.

(Hunter salutes, and then turns to leave when he falls through the hole again)

Hunter: (Shouts up) I'm okay!

(On Hunter's walk home)

Hunter: I really have to look where I'm going before I fall into holes again. (Looks at the street sign) Darn! I was supposed to take a left when I left the club, not a right! A whole hour – wasted! (Turns around and starts walking back)

Neal: You there!

(Hunter freezes, and then slowly turns around)

Hunter: Uh … me?

Neal: Prepare to die, Lycan. (Raises a gun)

Hunter: Oh, you have got to be kidding me!

(Bullets rocket through the air)

(Hunter jumps around and dodges in slow motion)

Hunter: Wait, I surrender! What do you want from me?

Neal: (Puts guns away and walks forward) You're a Lycan, aren't you?

Hunter: Uh, I guess so. We prefer to be called werewolves, though.

Neal: Whatever. I'm Neal, The Chosen One.

Hunter: Don't you mean Neo?

Neal: No. Copyright laws prohibit it.

Hunter: Ah. So you're the chosen one. What does that have to do with me?

Neal: My job is to hunt down all Lycans – or werewolves – and vampires, and eliminate them.

Hunter: Could you be more specific?

Neal: Kill them.

Hunter: I see. Well … that doesn't sound fun.

Neal: Probably not from your angle. I on the other hand -.

Hunter: Oh no, killing can be amusing. I'm a professional assassin. Sort of. The thing that bothers me is that you're trying to kill me.

Neal: Right. I should get back to that. (Raises gun)

Hunter: Wait, wait! Perhaps we can help each other.

Neal: (lowers guns again) I'm listening.

Hunter: Well, I'm going after a vampire clan led by a certain vampire. Perhaps you've heard of their leader – Sarah Arthur.

Neal: Sarah Arthur? Her name makes my blood boil with such a hatred, my veins feel as if they'll pop and -.

Hunter: Okay, no need to get graphic. So I take it that makes us partners?

Neal: Partners is such an intimate word. How about enemies working together for a common cause.

Hunter: Ooh, you're good.

(Sarah's lair)

(Sarah holds Kieran up against the wall by his neck)

Sarah: Why were you following him?

Kieran: Uh, because I'm his stalking sidekick?

Sarah: D--n! I was hoping there was more to it than that. Why is everything around here so boring!? Alright, throw him in the cage.

Kieran: (Nervously) You mean dungeon, don't you?

Sarah: (Snorts) No. (Puts Kieran down and turns him around. Two vampires are there with a dog cage)

Kieran: You're not really going to put me in there, are you?

Sarah: You're our captive, you idiot. We'll throw you in there if we want to. Throw him in there.

Kieran: (Spins around and looks at Sarah) I will get out of this place. I will … for -.

Sarah: Scotland? Yeah, we got that after the sixth time you said it. Lock him up.

Kieran: No!!!! … For Scotland.

To Be Continued …