Final Chapter – "No Room for Mistakes"
Sound of heavy breathing. A lighter flicks open.
INT. DOCTOR'S CLINIC – DIM LIGHT
The clinic is small, barely lit. A dusty fan spins overhead, casting shadows on the peeling walls. The air reeks of antiseptic and blood.
Archer sits on an old steel table, shirtless, wounds fresh. His knuckles are raw, torn open from the night before.
CARTER (low, steady)
"You're lucky. Another inch and that knife would've kissed your lung."
The needle digs into Archer's skin. He doesn't flinch.
CARTER (soft chuckle)
"Still as quiet as ever."
Archer exhales. He feels the weight of every kill, every choice.
CARTER (sharper, serious)
"Tell me, Creed. Is it over?"
Archer doesn't answer. Just stares at his bloodied hands.
EXT. JUSTICE HOLDER'S GRAND PARK – 6:00 PM – FAINT ORANGE SKY
A vast, empty park. Bronze statues of fallen warriors stand like silent gods. The air is cold, thick with something Archer can't name.
He walks toward the center. Toward Dray.
Dray waits, arms folded, the Disposal Unit standing still behind him like executioners.
Archer knows. No room for mistakes.
DRAY (mocking, slow grin)
"I thought you'd run."
ARCHER (low, calm)
"I don't run."
Dray tilts his head, studies Archer like a predator. Then chuckles.
DRAY (sharp, controlled)
"You went rogue, Creed. You broke the order. That's a death sentence."
Archer doesn't move.
Dray steps closer. Their shadows stretch long against the pavement.
DRAY (grinning, softer)
"But here's the thing—I don't kill Silver ranks."
Silence.
ARCHER (frowning, cautious)
"Meaning?"
DRAY (cold, matter-of-fact)
"You're demoted."
A flicker of something in Archer's expression. Not fear. Not anger. Just emptiness.
DRAY (slow, amused)
"No more elite contracts. No more high-end intel. No more 'untouchable' status. You're a shadow now. Disposable."
The Disposal Unit shifts. Their presence feels heavier.
Dray smirks, leaning in.
DRAY (soft, taunting)
"So tell me, Creed. Are you ready to start at the bottom again?"
A pause.
ARCHER (steady, final)
"I already retired."
Dray blinks. Then grins. A real grin.
DRAY (nods, satisfied)
"Good answer."
He turns away. Gives a final nod to his men.
"Let him go."
Archer exhales. He turns to leave.
EXT. CITY STREETS – NIGHT – FADING LIGHTS
As Archer walks, something shifts.
One by one, people start following him.
A man in a coat. A woman in a hood. Two more. Then four. Then more.
No words. Just silent footsteps. A creeping army of shadows.
Archer quickens his pace. His pulse tightens. They don't stop.
He waves at a taxi—
FREEZE FRAME.
In the taxi's window reflection, he sees himself. Hunted. Marked.
Dray watches from the park. Smirking.
The Disposal Unit Head steps closer.
DISPOSAL UNIT HEAD (soft, murmured)
"Move near him. You'll get a body soon."
Dray's smirk widens.
SETUP
A dimly lit room. Old monitors flicker.
A shadowy figure watches a screen showing Archer's last moments. A cigarette burns in an ashtray.
A radio buzzes. A voice clicks in.
UNKNOWN VOICE (raspy, intrigued)
"He's running."
The figure exhales smoke.
UNKNOWN VOICE (low, amused)
"Good. Let's see how far he makes it."
SCREEN FLICKERS.
HARD CUT TO BLACK.
"They think it's over... that I'll fade into the dark. But the thing about ghosts? We never rest. Justice? That's a lie we tell ourselves. Retribution, though? That's real. And mine is just beginning."
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A Journey into Shadows and Silence
From the Underworld of Archer Creed
Written by
✦ SAB
Produced in the Depths of the Underworld
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Stay tuned for Archer Creed: Part II
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THE END