GOODNIGHT

Click. 

Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.

JOHNNY GOMEZ: OH MY ZEUS… SHE KILLED… SHE JUST KILLED…. 

Slosh. Thwap. Slosh. Thwap.

Blood spurts in every direction with every vile swing of the bat. Narcissa is covered in it – that and viscera. Brain matter. There’re clumps of it clung to her hair.

She stops swinging the bat for a moment to take a deep calculated euphoric breath.

NICK DIAMOND: I’m going to be sick… 

JOHNNY GOMEZ: That poor… what did he do to deserve that? 

The victim?

Lucky Landucci. 

Narcissa stands over the spasming body of Lucky, chuckling maniacally to herself. Has she lost it? The Uprising surround Apokalypsis, looking surprised. They didn’t know it was coming. No-one did.

“Failure is not an option,” she says, whipping her hair back behind her.

Flashback.

Attano stirs on the mat, trying to get to his feet as Lucky rushes over, trying to deliver one of his deadly right hands but Attano catches it, pushing Lucky backwards 

…….INTO THE LADDER AS NARCISSA CRASHES TO THE MAT! 

Lucky looks shocked as he quickly picks Narcissa up, trying to brush her off but she pushes him away, clearly hurting and pissed off. She orders him to leave. 

No Man’s Land.

“If I’m willing to do that to a member of the Uprising who failed me, what do you think I’ll do to you?” Narcissa swings the bat around and approaches Gemini. She puts the bloodied bat against her head and then changes her mind, walking over to Grimskull instead. “Last chance, spikey. What’s the door do?”

The Preacher, who’s arm hangs loosely and broken, defiantly shakes his head.

“Not a single soul among us will share the secrets you seek, girl. You can break us, bend us or kill us – our mission supersedes your casual desires,” he mutters angrily at her.

“Very well,” she nods.

NICK DIAMOND: Noo… please… not again… 

JOHNNY GOMEZ: This must stop!

Narcissa lifts the bat high…

“STOP!” A voice booms from behind. She reluctantly turns around to see an unexpected face. A face that isn’t alone.

In fact, The Uprising are now themselves surrounded.

It’s Vision and The Third Eye. 

NICK DIAMOND: OH MY ZEUS! THAT’S VISION! VISION IS… VISION IS HERE! 

“Lower the weapon, or we’ll be forced to do it for you,” the leader of the Third Eye says with a snarl. Narcissa reluctantly does as she’s told.

“This isn’t your fight,” she growls back at him angrily. She isn’t a fan of being interrupted. “Turn away, blind man.”

“Even a blind man can see these people won’t tell you what you want to know and by murdering them, the answers you seek will vanish into the underworld with their souls,” he continues.

Narcissa and the Uprising step forward, standing toe to toe with The Third Eye members.

“But more importantly than that, Narcissa… and I sincerely want you to understand this, if your fight is with OSW, it is also with us.”

She smiles.

Now she understands the playing field.

“What now?” She wants to know. “A fight?”

Vision shakes his head.

“No,” he declines the offer. “Sterling has set the parameters of your demise. I won’t hasten it. Not today..”

She chuckles slightly, nodding to her crew.

“Let’s go Uprising,” she demands, walking away casually, blood dripping from the bat in her hand. “I think we know at least one member of Team OSW for Ring of Dreams.”

The Uprising carefully exit, following behind the casual Narcissa, leaving Vision to go check on Grimskull and Apokalypsis. 

JOHNNY GOMEZ: There’s so much history between these two men. A few weeks ago, Grimskull stopped Gemini from killing Vision and tonight, he stopped Narcissa from killing them.

NICK DIAMOND: Could this be a rekindling of their friendship?