('Hallowed be thy Enemy' by Public Enemy + Iron Maiden)
He tears of the already shredded cloak, blades switching out from all over the body, mechanisms spawning and forcing out random objects, stuffed animals, old toys for a girl, yet for everything dropped he seems to grow larger in his march.
~ Outside the detective turns his head as though something were detected throws down his smoke and starts walking the long drive for the manor. The soldiers and police behind caught off guard by his lack of care for their presence shortly turn to follow, prepping their weapons on the way.
Switchblade builds to a run with a snarled expression.
~ The detective does the same while the small army behind sets up their distant front.
Miserella picks up the Bible and opens it. Four leaf cloves collected and pressed, pictures of her and him with her mom. Her mind puts it together, she turns the other way from the hall.
Switchblade's arms enumerated skittering wall and ceiling forward for the door. An appendage scoops up a dog to give it love along the way before returning it to the masse. The last object drops, a book of nursery rhymes open to a photograph of him reading it to her.
She hears her own voice, "Can we have a puppy ? Daddy won't let us there."
Switchblade's voice - "Of course we can."
The door explodes from the inside as he charges through, the dogs sweeping out fast in all directions. The detective continues to charge for him, Switchblade charging still, the backup takes very defensive positions.
They open fire, the dogs are nimble, Switchblade swings but the detective isn't there. Looking back, he's at the manor's blown door lighting a smoke before turning in to. Switch's flesh then scattered by bullets, he turns to the attackers.
All the dogs stop looking to him.
Switchblade - "Eat him."
They turn for the manor as now all fire is on him. He looks to the limo and smiles ... as he rhymes the bullets all seem to cyclone in time into the swinging of his blades, directs behind him.
"I'm not afraid of the orange fiddle rhyme.
I'll give you three or four in just a little time.
Hide and shut the door, ingest a little wine.
Have a little more, in gin it tastes just fine.
! Because !
I'm not afraid of the orange fiddle rhyme.
I am the poet who loves the letter X.
That xylophone
Was a pile of old bone
But the dancers loved it's hex.
So why do we condone
All the broken down tones
Of the orange fiddle sex?
With the high low moans,
In erogenous zones
And foreign jest effects ?
! Because !
Everybody loves the orange fiddle rhyme ...
I'll give you four in ... "
! Just a little time !"
Detective - Standing behind him, "Gotcha."
He slashes a strap holding an appendage on with his razor. As Switchblade turns he's always behind, another strap here and another one there, until he begins to stumble with blades dangling uselessly. He turns for the manor door, the little monster staring.
Captain - "! Hold Fire !" ... a look for the strangeness of the outfit.
Parts falling off of his body he stumbles up the manor steps on burned away stumps to the door, nearly falling on her as she falls backward.
Miserella - "I ... I thought I imagined you."
Switchblade - Smiles, "You did."
The detective lands slicing on his back, he pulls back his head and slits the throat.
Miserella - Black oil covering her from the wounds, "Then ... the dream. My ... father."
Switchblade - Weakening but unaffected in tone, "I'm so sorry."
The detective hacks as a madman ... "Die demon DIE ! Leave this poor girl alone.
Miserella - "No. I want you to live."
Switchblade - Smiles again with love, "As you wish."
She remembers in tears watching movies with him and her mom, "Live."
('Live for Love' by Prince (just the opening until the lyrics)
The dogs leap over knocking the detective off his back, his arms and
legs reforming as a man's again, all things around slowing for the
detective as it was ten years ago, now experienced by the police as
well, panicked fire useless against the unaffected dogs.
Flesh grows, wide eyed children watch from the neighboring trees as Switchblade's body turns slowly in the light as his flesh and mind returns (naked) ~
Flesh grows, wide eyed children watch from the neighboring trees as Switchblade's body turns slowly in the light as his flesh and mind returns (naked) ~
('Fire and Brimstone' by Death Valley Girls)
Detective - Now himself lost in staring ... "no ... ! NO !" He strains to release himself from the thick field, until he does once again as before.
Switchblade - Swings a punch and reaches with the hand behind him, catching the detective by the throat, "You just think you're so damn clever, don't you." He spins the detective into nearly as a hug from behind, chin held firm.
Looks
at the limo across the field of throat ravaged police, dogs still
chewing. "Almost done." Further to the gate beyond where Miserella's
mother stands. An embittered look, a thumb down.
He cracks the neck and keeps on pulling until the head's torn off.
He cracks the neck and keeps on pulling until the head's torn off.
Picks
up a blade fallen off and examines it. Inside the limo the last man
harasses the driver to depart faster. A blade through the windshield
cuts the driver in two.
Switchblade - As he walks naked and complete for the car, looking over the screams and carnage in passing, "Ascending never ending ... toil and trouble but that cauldron never bubbled so it's all been leading to you.
"Descending and pretending ... oil and rubble with your pauldron clever doubled, a ball of sin and now you're pleading anew !
"Changed man ... man with a plan, the internet stans for a clue.
"Arranged and ... fans in the hand, your splinted wet clan in the dew.
"Spending ever bending, ascending and descending how ... low can you go ? How far can you throw ? Your soul, is it so, just pull and let it go, bestow ... you know ... I know."
Metal through the car's window, he pulls the man through and looks him close in the eye smiling. "Where River Styx flows." Miserella's mom walks up behind staring at the man with a winter's cold.
The sound of a blade through flesh, the eyes go wide and he drops.
They look at each other in tears before a long awaited kiss, Miserella running to through the abattoir of a yard still wearing her monster costume. Straight to credits as they join in the field from a helicopter view.
Switchblade - As he walks naked and complete for the car, looking over the screams and carnage in passing, "Ascending never ending ... toil and trouble but that cauldron never bubbled so it's all been leading to you.
"Descending and pretending ... oil and rubble with your pauldron clever doubled, a ball of sin and now you're pleading anew !
"Changed man ... man with a plan, the internet stans for a clue.
"Arranged and ... fans in the hand, your splinted wet clan in the dew.
"Spending ever bending, ascending and descending how ... low can you go ? How far can you throw ? Your soul, is it so, just pull and let it go, bestow ... you know ... I know."
Metal through the car's window, he pulls the man through and looks him close in the eye smiling. "Where River Styx flows." Miserella's mom walks up behind staring at the man with a winter's cold.
The sound of a blade through flesh, the eyes go wide and he drops.
They look at each other in tears before a long awaited kiss, Miserella running to through the abattoir of a yard still wearing her monster costume. Straight to credits as they join in the field from a helicopter view.