ISABEL remains still, eyes tightly closed, lips move as she chants in Latin, a glow emanates from her palms. MAN watches, face in shadow, only smile seen. MAN floats around room, focused on ISABEL.

 

 

                                                                       MAN

Sweet, sweet Isabel, I’ve waited so long for you. My perfect creation.

You alluded me for what feels like an eternity. Now I can finally claim you as my own.

 

MAN sets bag down, removes his leather gloves, hands are bare, he flexes fingers which radiate blue light, flesh folds back reveals 5” blades in each fingertip.

 

MAN (CONT’D)

This will only hurt for a few minutes, my dear. Then all you are will be revealed to me.

 

MAN reaches toward pentagram, blades extended, electricity crackles across blades. ISABEL’s back arches/spasms, she continues to chant, light from her palms spiral upward. MAN laughs, as Isabel begins to jerk.

MAN (CONT’D)

Oh, Isabel why fight me? You won’t win, your kind never has. Let’s just end this now, shall we?

 

MAN floats outside perimeter of pentagram, ISABEL’s eyes are closed, she reaches into dish, her fingers scoop up pasty substance, she smears it on her face, down her neck, across her chest. ISABEL begins to levitate, spasms cease.

 

MAN (CONT’D)

Parlor tricks! Pathetic! I expected more from you.

 

MAN spreads arms wide, summons lightening from outside. Front window shatters, lightening connects with blades. He turns toward ISABEL, she levitates at eye level, smiles, light radiates from pores in her skin, her hair splayed out around her.

ISABEL

Return to hell!

 

Her arms wide, brings them together, her palms together form a peak, turns fingers toward MAN, a blast bursts forth drives MAN back, out of house.

 

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