-the Hunt- Bike — Of Hell Script

The hunters flee.

BIKE (V.O.) First gear. They call me the Hellion. And you, Jax, are my new clutch.

Jax stares at his reflection. No red eyes. Just a tired, alive face. -THE HUNT- Bike Of Hell Script

JAX I didn’t sign up for demonic possession!

JAX (whispers) You’re a lot of trouble for a bike with no seat. The hunters flee

BIKE (barely audible) He’ll kill you anyway. But I can give you a choice.

Kessler smiles. Thin. Terrifying.

A wall of screens. DOZENS of helmeted hunters in tactical gear mount black motorcycles. KESSLER (50s, cold, surgical) watches Jax’s fleeing form on a drone feed.

A hundred red eyes blink on in the dark. -THE HUNT- Bike Of Hell Script

But a hunt of two.

JAX (horrified) A taste of what?