F M K ~ marry

Clyde looks over the city from his office in the tower, riots below, glances as an angel flies in the distance, probably Michael, behind him Bonnie mixes a drink.

His phone.

Screen shows redirection from a field office comm, Geneva.  He reads on ... a laugh.

Clyde - "Be right back."

He looks out again over the city as it twists into new shapes, churning away and redirecting the populace from their travel to the empty shell foundations of that business world, the empty streets.

One may wonder if he moved himself to that world in these twists of architecture or moved Geneva and her wreckage to him.  All the same, and there she is, sitting on a wreck with a lot of wires hanging out, eating a sandwich.

Clyde - Looking over the mess, "Did you use that turbine as a generator ?"

Geneva - "And then I charged my orange juice."  She sips it with a straw, "They're protecting her. "

Clyde - Laughs, "And most are drawn to killing their other as soon as they learn the truth but, here these two ... I'm sorry about your friend by the way."

She stares eating sammich.  Sips the juice.

Clyde - "Right.  Business.  Well it means the blood getting sold on the street randomly fails, those who were infected by it lose their abilities ... 

Geneva - "And you ?"

Clyde - "Took twenty years off my life and left it at that, but I still keep a backup needle of it, just in case.  You should know, these days no one buys single strains anymore, your people being so ... 'efficient'.

"The average mix getting sold on the street has at least ten donors.  Many lie of course, but dealers do not like customers complaining about defective serums.

Geneva - "Serums."

Clyde - "So they call it.  And you ?"

Geneva - "Happily human.  How many strains does your back-up serum have ?"

Clyde - "One hundred verified.  After ten it's a complicated mix."  The world begins twisting back to theirs.

Geneva - "How did you get that many ?"

Clyde - Being lifted back to the shifting tower, or the ground burrowing beneath Geneva leaving him standing, who's to say.  "Following you."

Geneva stands before the tower with her wreckage, Bonnie hands Clyde the drink as he watches her from above (begin song voice-over).

The view slides down to Geneva looking up at him.  Takes a sammich bite and slurps the juice (and at 0:11) the lawyer looks out the office window, a distant explosion on the central roid.  

 

He takes a drink (0:20) ~

 

~ F M K ~

Time flashes between day and night with clips of the armors to turns a crowd of vampires chasing straggling dumbasses after the bell.  Three fast runners they look to get away before three shots ring out.  

 

The word 'curfew flashes the screen with the sounds, one, two, three and they're down.  

 

The feral states of these new vamps in their first real hunger look up at the tower with near reverence before starting to feed.  Clyde smiles to Bonnie, they start to dance.

~ The gears within the twisting city shown close, the police fight the vampire mobs in the street, unable to drop them before taken fast in swarms, inside a nightclub we know, more blood is sold in needle ready vials.

The stones in the field turning the gears connected by the reaching arms as Bonnie dances with Clyde.