the monster escape

Absolutely! Here's a fully rewritten anime-style version of that intense escape scene — keeping Martin's cold psychopathy, Arthur's silent loyalty, and Lucas's vulnerability. It captures the dark, violent, and cleverly orchestrated nature of your story.

🎬 Scene: "Blood in the Kitchen, Shadows in the Deal"

Location: Underground Facility — Restricted Prison Wing

[EXT. CITY STREETS – NIGHT]

Lucas and Sofia are in a black government car. Rain taps softly against the window as Lucas leans back, tired, whispering:

Lucas:

"Let's head back… I need to talk to him again."

Sofia:

"Martin? Lucas, you just got out of surgery—"

Lucas (firmly):

"I said drive."

But before they can even make a turn—

CRASH!!!

A black armored van slams into their vehicle from the left. Glass shatters. Metal bends like paper.

From a rooftop, a sniper's scope glints—

BANG!

A bullet pierces Lucas's eye. His scream is drowned in the crash's echo.

⚫ CUT TO BLACK

🏥 HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY

Lucas wakes up in a hospital bed, one eye bandaged, legs immobile.

Lucas (weak):

"Where… the hell…?"

Doctor:

"Don't move. The crash… your spine is fractured. And your left eye is… permanently gone."

Lucas (growling):

"Who the f*** did this…?"

🔪 CUT TO: PRISON KITCHEN – THE SAME NIGHT

Five guards prep meals under buzzing white lights. A sixth sits at a table, whistling. Martin is chained nearby, still, calm, strapped in a reinforced black jacket. Arthur walks in carrying a tray.

Martin turns his head slightly. His eyes lock with Arthur's.

A single twitch of a smile. That's all.

Arthur (cold whisper):

"...Ready?"

No reply. Arthur drops the tray — deliberately loud. The guards turn. At that second:

WHOOSH—

🔪SLASH!

Martin is already behind the first guard — knife to throat — blood sprays like ink.

Arthur grabs a pan, bashes another guard's head into the oven.

Guard:

"W-Wait—!"

Martin (softly, smiling):

"You waited too long."

BITE.

Martin lunges and sinks his teeth into the last guard's neck — ripping through flesh like a beast. His face now dripping in blood.

He spins the knife. The moment turns into a twisted dance. A ballet of blood. He hums faint violin notes. Quiet. Deadly.

🦽INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – NEXT DAY

Sofia pushes Lucas in a wheelchair. His face is grim. Silent rage behind his bandage.

Sofia:

"Why are you trusting him? You know what he is…"

Lucas (calmly):

"Because he's the only one who can save James."

⚖️ INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – LATER

Martin stands free now — unshackled — but watched by two armed guards. Blood has been washed, but his smirk is permanent.

Lucas (wheeling in):

"You're free now. I made the call."

Martin:

"Pity about the eye. You had nice ones."

Lucas (ignores it):

"You said you'd help. James is still out there. Evelyn has him."

Martin (nods slightly):

"I'll keep my promise."

Lucas (eyes narrow):

"But what do you want in return?"

Martin (smiles):

"Five people. My people."

Lucas (tense):

"Names?"

Martin:

"George. Dr. Fredrick. Daniel. Victor. And Furni."

Lucas:

"You're assembling monsters."

Martin (leans in, eyes gleaming):

"No. I'm assembling something terrifying The kind your world was too scared to build."