ImmaDeacon
His ABDOMEN slowly rises -- SOMETHING IS MOVING -- UNDULATING BENEATH HIS SKIN LIKE A MASSIVE PYTHON -- PRESSING AGAINST IT. AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND --
BURSTS OUT OF THE ENGINEER'S CHEST.
A CRYSTALLINE PLACENTAL SAC FLOPS ONTO THE GROUND WITH A SICKENING SPLASH OF VISCOUS FLUID -- And now --
A RAZOR SHARP POINT PUNCTURES THE SACK FROM WITHIN -- SOAKING THE CARPET WITH GOOP as it TEARS OPEN and in MAGNIFICENT GLORIOUS FASHION --
AN OOZING, ASTONISHING CREATURE -- A DEACON -- SLITHERS TO THE GROUND LIKE A HORRIFIC TUNA. FIERCE. TERRIFYING.
And it rises to it's full TERRIFYING HEIGHT. Takes its FIRST STEPS towards the OPENING at the end of the room.
EXT. PLANET, CRASH SITE, VICKERS' MODULE - DAY
Stands there now -- SURVEYING THE PLANET with the cold, detached air of a HUNTER.
And it TILTS back it's neck towards the HEAVENS... emits a sound... high-pitched NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD, an unholy SCREAM that CHILLS OUR GODDAMNED BONES as we--
SMASH TO BLACK.
