In a dim lit room painted bck with spshes of blood red draped seductively, gold and bronze nude roman statues pced throughout the room, with red colored flowers and lush green pnts, surrounding the delicately pced hand carved dark colored oak furnishings. The bed with luxurious red colored sheets, comforters and throw pillows. Sits firmly against the back wall, facing a wall with an overly rge painting covering the whole of it. A man sits in the middle of the painting, ying on the same bed currently in that same room. Surrounded by nude women and men attending to his every need, each hand and foot is being massaged, and 2 women are attending to his lower region. The man resembles someone quite familiar, but it is a very old painting. Why does this man look so much like Richard Farrington? A woman’s voice can be heard carrying through the rge room. She can be seen ying with Dr. Farrington in the middle of the rge bed.

  Katrina: What have you done to me? What kind of drug did you give me?

  *Katrina ughs euphorically*

  Katrina: I’ve never felt so good in my entire life.

  Dr. Farrington: That was Jack’s blood from earlier.

  Katrina: You gave me his blood, what the fuck?

  Dr. Farrington: Not his blood Katrina, the chemicals I extracted from his blood. Extraordinary, isn’t it? Just think, that was a tiny fraction of what flows through that man. I’m surprised all his receptors haven’t been fried, I bet his synapses are extraordinary, I need to study his brain.

  *Dr. Farrington takes a cigarette out from a gold case, and lights it with the small lighter inside the case. Then he takes a drag and passes the cigarette to Katrina. Katrina takes a drag and while blowing out the smoke says*

  Katrina: You’re so twisted doctor… If I had an ounce of energy left I’d pounce on you like a tiger once again.

  Dr. Farrington: Good, I’m gd you find my dark twisted side to your liking. I wasn’t always like this you know. I wanted to help people, but the thirst for knowledge has consumed that part of me. Nothing matters to me anymore, only the thirst remains. I could toss you aside like the rest just because I was bored of you. You realize that don’t you?

  Katrina: That’s what makes it so exciting, I’m not in love with you either, you told me not to fall in love, so I don’t, but I am infatuated.

  Dr. Farrington: Infatuation never sts.

  *Katrina passes the cigarette back, the ashes fall on to the bed, Dr. Farrington smears them into the red bnket. He takes a long drag and exhales. An inquisitive look on his face. *

  Dr. Farrington: These men are special, well except for maybe Henry he’s a fucking moron. I’m not really sure about Jean either, but it’s strange they’ve all arrived at the facility at the same time. I must know more about their circumstances. I can’t help but feel like this group following Eric has something to do with all of this. The camera footage from Steve’s testing is quite perplexing as well. These aren’t normal hallucinations or bckouts that Steve seems to think they are. It’s almost as if he’s unlocking supernatural powers, or maybe opening gates to other dimensions. My grandfather once told me a story about gates, I thought it was just a story, he tried to convince me it was real but my father told me he was senile. My father was the opposite of me though, he didn’t thirst for knowledge, he thirsted for pleasure, and it was a short life of immense pleasure for that man. He died when I was only 12, and we rarely spoke. I’m starting to wish I had spent more time with my grandfather. I do have his old books and journals stored away. Maybe I should read them.

  Katrina: Fascinating. I’ve always been curious doctor. Who is that man in the painting? You told me it’s hundreds of years old, but it looks just like you.

  Dr. Farrington: It is me.

  Katrina: Ha, you kid, right? You’re not hundreds of years old.

  Dr. Farrington: No, that I am not. A madman painted that I’m told. It’s been in the family for centuries. You see, Farrington, the name, originates from a small vilge In Engnd, called Farington. I was told stories about it, but I was raised here in the states you see. Again, I thought they were just stories, but I don’t know anymore. Well, one of the stories told of a local Vampire… Weird right, I can’t recall the name they told me, but st I was told he still lives there. I was told that vampires are not quite like the stories make them out to be, they can live off of food and water as we can, and come out in the day light. I guess some stories do depict them that way, but they also don’t have much power either, age doesn’t make them physically strong, only wiser, I guess. Their power comes from accumution of wealth, and forgotten knowledge. Just stories I’ve heard really. Anyway, I will search my grandfather’s belongings for some answers.

  *Dr. Farrington pauses for a moment, flicking the burnt-out cigarette he had forgotten off to the side. *

  Oh, right! About the madman. Apparently, a man came to the vilge and set up to paint the painting, taking him months to complete. When he was finished, he found one of my ancestors and said keep this, it is of a man that will be born in the year of 1982, In the month of October on Halloween. A powerful man, who will do great and terrible things alike. Should he choose power over love, only destruction will follow. That passage is written on the back of the painting in Latin, I have been told I have some Italian and Roman ancestors who were quite powerful, so maybe that’s why it’s written in Latin, who knows. I don’t even know how they stored the damn thing, it’s massive. Well, as you know my birthday is October 31st 1982, so everyone in my family has always assumed it’s me. The rest of my family is all so superstitious it’s infuriating, I tend to stay away from them. My grandfather gave me the painting before he passed and said to keep it, I was 10 at the time. Maybe you’re the love I’m supposed to choose, you are quite beautiful and tantalizing.

  Katrina: Why do you say that, I am yours for the taking, as you please.

  Dr. Farrington: It’s not you Katrina, I do picture that in my mind sometimes, with you. It only feels out of reach because I can’t control my addictions. You’re the only one who’s seen the real me, the only one who could possibly save me from this dark path I walk.

  Katrina: What did you do with the others? The women you’ve been with?

  Dr. Farrington: What, like kill them you mean? Haha, I wouldn’t. No, I just didn’t like them. They were always fawning over me. They wanted my money, status, nothing else. So, I broke their hearts, I led them on then left them shut out. I took pleasure in watching their agony. I must be sick.

  Katrina: You saw through their lies doctor, and you despised them for it. That doesn’t make you a sick man. Vengeful maybe, but no, not sick. You are a marvelous specimen. Keep me by your side, and you can choose when the time comes. Destruction, or bliss.

  *Katrina kisses him, making her way down his chest and kissing his naval, she passionately gives him the best oral he’s ever had. The way she spoke to him peaked his arousal and he was quick to climax. Dr. Farrington’s mind was flowing with the chemicals he had ingested from Jack’s blood as well as his own. As if they were dancing around in his mind, bringing him euphoria, he felt so good he couldn’t move. Katrina rubbing all his muscles with his favorite scented oil, Vanil mixed with light hints of Rose, Jasmine and Lavander all perfectly calcuted, combining into his idea of the perfect smell. *

  *Dr Farrington drifts into a deep sleep, filled with vivid images of beauty, then fshes of terror. Horrible nightmarish things, demons, and skeletons, murdering innocent people, blood spttered about, then fshing back to beautiful ndscapes, with children running and ughing, people chattering. The dream fshes to a man, or demon perhaps, sitting on a throne of skulls, va cascading down the outside of the throne room, soldiers cd in vantabck colored armor, standing straight with their swords pointed at the ground in front of them, the hilt coming to their midsections, massive swords stained from battle. Their helmets made from skulls of various beasts, unknown to the human realm. His vision slowly zooms closer to the man on the throne, his dark armor covered in pieces of skulls, not metal, fossilized skulls of different colors, thick blood spattered across his chest. His rge helmet, in the shape of a dragon’s fossilized skull, adorned with a crown of spikes, sits between his feet. A rge scythe sits on his side, a bck fossilized spine of a rge beast, with a red and bck crystal as the bde. As the vision comes closer to the mans face, you can see his pale face and bckened eyes, his hair thick, long and pure white, blowing behind him, he leans forward as if staring into the doctor’s soul a low grumbling voice “I see you.” *

  *Dr. Farrington jumps up from his sleep gasping. His arm begins going off on his phone. Katrina ys beside him fast asleep. It’s still early. He grabs his gold case and lights up a cigarette. The flick of the lighter awakens Katrina. Still half asleep she brushes the small of Dr. Farrington’s back with her hand. He closes his eyes and inhales the cigarette. *

  Dr. Farrington: I need to get to work, I would like you to stay here. I thought about what you said, I would like you to stay by my side. No strings attached; you can leave if you want. You bring me comfort, my mind is weak at times, I think I need you. For some reason it pains me to say it, but I think it’s true. I had this strange dream… never mind. I don’t wish to talk about it right now, and I have business to attend to. Please, just stay here. I don’t want you around patients anymore, you are my prized possession, if you’ll allow it. The staff here will care for you, I will give you whatever you desire. You may not have my heart, but you can have everything else. What do you say, will you help me, I will share everything with you, I promise. Just give me some time.

  Katrina: I thought you’d never ask. Of course I will stay with you.

  *Dr. Farrington, pleased with Katrina’s reaction smiles back at her. No words need to be said. They both understand each other, more than anyone could understand. He stands and exits the room. He readies himself for work. *

  *Back at the psych hospital, the 5 men sit in the dayroom waiting for their turn to go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Just talking amongst themselves. *

  Jack: I’m not kidding, I came all over that vitals machine st night. They took my blood samples after. Haha, it was glorious. I’m over that skank though. I refused vitals this morning to let her know I don’t want nothing to do with her.

  Steve: That’s wild Jack, I really didn’t like you at first, but you’re kind of growing on me.

  Jack: Is that so, haha best buds now, eh?

  Steve: I don’t know about that, haha.

  Jack: Aww, too bad.

  Steve: Anyway, they tested me too. I’ll be talking to the doctor today about the results. At one point it felt as if I was communicating with this strange being. It was probably just my hallucinations, but it felt so real. They have camera footage they said I can see too, so I’ll be able to see how I was acting. I’m kind of nervous, but I want to see it.

  Eric: I found some stuff out about myself too, It’s all very strange. I’m not supposed to talk to you guys about it, but I feel compelled. The people I thought were just me imagining following me. Well, it turns out it’s a real group, and they’re quite powerful it seems. Just let me finish before any of you say anything, I know what you might be thinking… but the Dr. confirmed it, he said they contacted him and made him aware of my arrival. He thinks they’re watching me to protect me from something, or for something. There is a lot of stuff in my past that helps it make more sense, but I don’t think I have the time to expin everything now. I just need some people I can trust. I can’t help but feel like we’re all alone, each of us, tormented by our issues and shunned by society. Maybe Dr. Farrington can help us.

  Jean: I don’t trust zat guy, not one bit. ‘ee eez not vhat he seems Ereek. Do not trust zat man, I warn you.

  Eric: What do you mean Jean? He has been nothing but nice to me.

  Jean: Vhat did zat group say to him Ereek? Do you even know? ‘ee eez just doing as zay tell him to do. ‘ee ‘as been nussing but vile to me. Threatening to call zee police if I don’t do az ‘ee says. Said if I tell anyone, ‘ee will make charges of defamation, with his “Good friend Judge Harmon.” ‘ee eez not az ‘ee seems, trust me.

  *Eric appears nervous, something is telling him Jean is probably right*

  Eric: What should we do then?

  Jean: Nussing, ve vait for zee right moment. Maybe ve can just finish zee treatment, and leave… but maybe ve should have a backup pn, yes?

  Steve: Okay, I’m all for secret pns and stuff, but I really want to know what’s going on with me. Even if Dr. Farrington is bad news, he’s a lot smarter than any of the other psychiatrists I’ve seen before.

  Jack: Same, most the others I’ve seen just throw meds at me and tell me to get counseling. At least he seems interested in figuring something out.

  Jean: Zats just eet, ‘ee does not care about you. All ‘ee cares about eez your problems. Face it you two are quite intriguing, fucked up yes, but who vouldn’t vant to study you. ‘ee doesn’t give a shit about me or ‘enry. Vith Ereek it seems his arms being twisted. Right ‘enry?

  Henry: What? I don’t even know what you guys are talking about.

  *As Henry finishes his sentence the ground begins to shake uncontrolbly. A crack begins to form underneath them, they all jump to the side, stumbling to the ground, unable to control their bodies as the shaking continues. The crack begins to open up, and from within the crack a dark armor-cd figure climbs out and stands before them. He points at Eric, beckoning him to come towards him. A pulse radiates from Henry’s body, time appears to have slowed drastically, in a fsh Henry is standing before the figure with his hand pced on his chest, with a powerful wave of force, the figure it’s blown through the back wall, flying backwards through the parking lot of the hospital, smashing through multiple cars and leaving a cloud of smoke and debris. The debris almost appears to levitate, as it slowly falls to the ground. Time returns to normal and everything seems to happen once again all in the blink of the eyes. *

  Jack: Holy shit, what the fuck was that?

  *Henry turns towards the group, eyes in the back of his head he speaks*

  Henry: It is no longer safe here; we must leave this pce at once. They will be arriving shortly to pick us up. We go that way.

  *Henry points outwards, where a rge hole has been created from the forceful bst. Henry seems to come to *

  Henry: What just happened?

  *Henry colpses to the ground *

  Steve: Guys? I’m not hallucinating am I.

  Jack: You’re not hallucinating man, that shit just happened… for real.

  Eric: Come on guys, guess we have no choice but to go with pn B, we escape. Everyone, grab a limb. We have to carry Henry, he just saved us all I think, he saved me at least. I won’t leave him behind. Everyone take a limb, hurry.

  *The 4 men gather themselves and grab Henry, rushing out the rge hole in the wall. They hurry in the direction Henry pointed, never looking back. They walk for what seems like hours, but in fact was just a short time. Exhaustion seems to be kicking in. A rge bck SUV approaches from the distance. They all stop. Are they coming to help? Are they friend or are they foe? At this point it doesn’t matter, they have no where else to run, they stop just by the side of the road and await their fate. *

  *The SUV pulls up, a bck man in a suit and sungsses rolls the window down, another rge bck man can be seen in the passenger seat. *

  Driver: Get in, now! We don’t have much time. They know you’re here Eric, we must leave this pce at once.

  Eric: Weird, that’s exactly what Henry said back at the psych ward. Are you controlling him?

  Driver: No, we are not. That man cannot be controlled. He is a wild card. Consider him a safety net. Yes, we made sure he was at the hospital. Only we and his parents know of his condition. We do not have time for this, get in. You don’t seem to have much choice in the matter, now hurry.

  Eric: Alright, lets go guys.

  *The men pce Henry in the back of the SUV and climb in. The driver drives off at top speed, headed somewhere only he knows. *

  *Back at the psych hospital, Dr. Farrington stands in the day room. His hair is a mess, and staff are scurrying about as he shouts. *

  Dr. Farrington: Where the fuck are they God damnit! Someone send me the fucking camera footage right now!

  *He peers outside through the hole, following the line of destruction. He can almost make out the outline of a rge figure’s shape embedded into a pile of debris. At the foot of the outline ys what looks like half of a beast shaped skull helmet. He walks out towards the helmet. As he gets closer, he realizes it is what he feared. The same type of helmet he had seen in his dream. He leans to pick up the helmet. It’s hot to the touch, not enough to burn him, but still very hot. It’s heavier than he would imagine. He tosses it back into the debris. A thought of Katrina crosses his mind. In a panic he rushes to his vehicle, a bck and gold Mercedes-Maybach S 680. He drives off as if possessed. His senses have heightened, and he feels something deep within him. His veins pulsate on his arms, his neck. Sweat dripping, he clinches his teeth. The rising of his anger, causing him excruciating pain. Small bumps begin forming on his forehead. As he unclenches his teeth, they begin to fall out, one by one, where each tooth falls a new, rger, sharper tooth takes its pce. His muscles begin to swell, and harden. A once well fit shirt, now appears filled to the brim, skin tight, with outlines of his muscle showing through. With a hefty growling sound rge white horns protrude through the crown of his skull. He rushes on, arriving at his mansion. He parks his car outside rushes to the mansion and crashes through the main front doors with a loud bang, leaving them wide open behind him. Katrina can be heard from the dining area*

  Katrina: We’re in here

  *He freezes for a moment. “We,” he thought. “I knew he was here.” *

  *He walks slowly into the dining room. At the end of the table sits Katrina, the man on the throne from his dreams stands smiling, with a knife at her throat. *

  Man: Hello there cousin, I’ve been dying to meet you. It appears you’ve finally had a taste of Ancient’s blood; I see you’ve unlocked your powers, which unfortunately for you I could sense the moment that blood touched your lips. You see I had no idea of your existence until st night. To think you’d be able to get your hands on some, you must tell me where you got it. Not to mention, you’ve found “The True King” we could end his rule before it even begins and then feast on this Ancient’s blood, oh it sounds so breathtakingly marvelous, don’t you think?

  Dr. Farrington: Who the fuck are you?

  Man: Oh hoho, that doesn’t really matter right now. You see I don’t like to wait for what I desire. So, I will be quick. You will bring me this man, Eric, and his friends. If you do not, I will be back to take Katrina, as my py thing.

  *The man sticks out his long pointy tongue and licks Katrina’s face. Dr. Farrington begins to rush forward. The man presses the knife harder into Katrina’s neck*

  Man: Nuh uh uh! Tsk tsk tsk! You have no chance against me, I will kill her and you before you could even move. You’ve only just awakened cousin, I’ve had these powers my whole life. I would not do this if I had a choice, but seeing as my most trusted man was unable to procure my target, I’m left with sending you. I know where these men are headed. To Cameroon, but not just Cameroon, It is a sacred pce I cannot step foot in. It is protected you see, by that fucking bitch.

  *The man’s face contorts. He regathers himself. *

  Man: Not important, I cannot go there, that is all you need to know.

  Dr. Farrington: How am I supposed to go there looking like this?

  Man: Oh, no need to worry about that. You’ll change back. That form is strictly used for battle. Here I’ll show you.

  *The man steps away from Katrina. Pcing the knife back in its sheath. He lets her loose. In a fsh, he changes form. Simir to that of Dr. Farrington, only his horns are bck and his teeth are blood red. His eyes once bck, shine red. His armor extends making him look much rger. As quickly as he changed, he changes back to his original form. *

  Man: As you can see, you’ll learn to control it.

  *Katrina heads toward Dr. Farrington, looking at him in his monstrous state. She doesn’t hesitate, she hugs him, and sobs heavily into his chest, clutching him. Dr. Farrington begins to calm. His anger subsiding, he slowly shifts back into his normal state. *

  Man: Leave to Cameroon, when you arrive, I will send instruction. Rember my name Daemon Rex, for I will be back, if you do not give me what I want.

  *Rex gives out a chilling ugh that echoes throughout the house. He disappears. His voice still coming through the walls*

  Rex: FIND THEM, AND BRING THEM TO ME.