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INT. ABANDONED MANSION – NIGHT

James drags himself across the blood-soaked marble floor, boots heavy from the battle. He's bruised, bleeding, exhausted. Behind him lies the body of Francis, twisted and unrecognizable — a grotesque end to the monster who once killed for Martin.

James stumbles into the massive living room. Velvet curtains, dim candlelight, and a roaring fireplace set the scene. On a leather armchair, calmly sipping from a glass of red wine, sits Martin.

MARTIN

(smiling)

Welcome, James. I was waiting for you. How's the night been? Bloody? Painful? Rewarding?

JAMES

(aims pistol at Martin)

I'll end it right now. I swear, I'll shoot you and burn this entire place down.

MARTIN

(chuckles, sets his wine down)

Shoot me? Go on. But tell me—do you really want to? You and I... we're alike, remember?

JAMES

I'm nothing like you.

MARTIN

Aren't you? You're bleeding. You've killed more tonight than most people ever dream of. That shapeless monster in you, James... I helped it grow. I nurtured it. We're brothers in evolution.

Martin slowly stands and walks to the table, placing his own gun down.

MARTIN

Here. No games. No tricks. Let's talk like monsters.

James hesitates. Then walks forward, throws his pistol aside, and slumps onto the opposite couch. Blood drips from his arm.

JAMES

(softly)

I remember when we first talked. After Stephen introduced us… I was broken. You gave me a glimpse of clarity. You made me believe you cared.

MARTIN

And I did. I saw you for who you really were. I still do. You're not the hero. You're not the savior. You're the blade. Just like me.

James leans forward, eyes wide, furious.

JAMES

But you killed Stephen.

MARTIN

(quietly)

And it hurt me too. But pain—pain is what transforms. I turned my pain into purpose. You? You've been trying to bury yours under a badge and rules.

James looks at the blood on his hands.

MARTIN

All those monsters: Mateo, the Joker, Francis—they were pieces of me. I sent them to test you. And you passed. You're the last one left.

JAMES

If I let you kill me… what then?

MARTIN

Everyone else lives. I promise. You die by my hands, and I stop. No more chaos. No more death. Just… me and your soul.

Martin pulls out a silver blade and gently slices James' shoulder. Blood trickles down. Martin leans forward, mouth open.

Suddenly—

LUCAS

(off-screen, gun raised)

Step away from him, Martin!

Martin turns. Lucas walks in, limping, his arm in a sling, but his eyes furious.

MARTIN

(smiling)

Lucas. My shadow returns. You always ruin my best moments.

LUCAS

Put your hands up. You're under arrest.

MARTIN

Arrest me? How poetic.

Martin raises his hands and slowly kneels. Police burst in behind Lucas. They slam Martin to the ground, cuffing him. Blood runs down his mouth, but he keeps smiling.

JAMES

(weakly)

Why'd you stop me? I could've ended it.

LUCAS

Because that's not who you are. If you let him drink you… you'd be giving him everything. You're still human, James. Don't let him take that.

James looks away, tears mixed with blood.

JAMES

I don't know who I am anymore.

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INT. PRISON CELL – NIGHT

Martin sits on a metal bench, staring at the wall. He licks blood from his lip, grinning.

MARTIN

(to himself)

Well played, Lucas. You caught me… or maybe I let you. Let's see how long your little victory lasts.

The camera zooms out as the echo of Martin's laughter rings down the cellblock

INT. HIGH-SECURITY PRISON – NIGHT

A custom-built glass cell. Reinforced walls. No shadows. No blind spots. Chains coiled in corners like sleeping snakes. Martin sits calm, dressed in standard prison attire. Lucas stands on the other side of the glass, arms folded.

LUCAS

So, this is what it's come to.

You always had a plan. What's the next one?

MARTIN

(looking around the cell)

Glass walls, chains, perfect sound insulation...

(smiles softly)

A thoughtful design.

Almost poetic.

LUCAS

It's not for poetry.

It's so we see every breath you take.

MARTIN

(chuckles lightly)

Every breath?

That sounds romantic.

LUCAS

Don't flatter yourself.

We just didn't want to take chances. You're not escaping this one.

MARTIN

Is that what you think this is?

A prison?

This is a theatre.

You're the audience. I'm still performing.

LUCAS

Yeah? What's the act this time?

MARTIN

(smiling)

Waiting. Watching.

Maybe reminding you that someday… you'll come asking for help.

LUCAS

Not in this lifetime.

MARTIN

You sound so sure.

But remember Isabella?

LUCAS

(tense)

How do you know that name?

MARTIN

(tilts his head)

Let's say... some monsters recognize each other's scars.

(beat)

But I'm different from you. I don't need power. I just feed the chaos — and it always comes back.

LUCAS

You feed on fear. On pain. But you're done now. Caged.

MARTIN

(smiling)

Done?

Monsters don't die.

They… wait.

And when the world screams again, you'll remember: I offered you a choice.

LUCAS

If that day ever comes... I'll still put you back in this cage.

MARTIN

(sits calmly, eyes unreadable)

Then we'll both be where we belong.

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No blood. No violence. Just cold intellect, veiled threats, and a quiet storm brewing between them.