Abattoir Page #6

and create a discordancy.

A crack within cracks.

I'm a collector, miss talben,

and this house is my collection.

Small pieces combined

to form a greater whole.

Each death collected,

one step closer to breaking the wall

between this world and after.

Goodbye, miss talben.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

This way...

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie? Amanda?

Amanda? Charlie?

Please help us!

Julia!

Julia!

Julia!

This way...

Charlie?

Julia!

Charlie?

Julia!

Where the f*** is she?

Before you enter,

of your own free will, dare I say,

let me offer you a comeback, a bargain.

- No strings.

- What?

You may walk away, right now,

as you have suggested yourself,

so many times before.

Live your life fully and freely.

Or you can continue to follow the woman

who has brought you nothing...

- Shut the f*** up.

- ...But grief.

Hasn't she brought you

enough pain already?

It would be a tragedy

to go one step further, detective.

Learn from your past mistakes.

The future is that way, son.

There's nothing in this house,

but the past.

Oh, my god.

Hey! Hey, you!

Oh, my god!

Help!

No! No!

No! No; q!

No, no, no, no! No!

No!

No!

Grady!

F***!

Julia!

Mommy! Help me, mommy! Help me!

Mommy, help me! Help me!

Mommy, help me!

Guys.

Charlie? Charlie?

Charlie? I'm here, Charlie.

This way...

- Help!

- This way...

No, no.

Ahhh...

This way...

This way...

This way...

Charlie.

No!

No...

- Charlie?

- Charlie? Charlie?

Julia!

Julia!

Julia, we've gotta go! Come on!

Julia!

Julia! Julia!

Julia!

Grady, no!

Grady! What do I do?

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

No, this isn't happening.

Touching, really.

Poor miss Julia talben.

One so easily played.

Julia talben,

all ambition with nothing to lose,

perfectly inclined

to be my willing guest.

This house of a thousand tragedies

required only a single tragedy

all its own to become complete.

- Julia talben...

- Grady.

...murderess.

Killed the man she loved.

The only one in this world

capable of loving her in return

just for who she is.

I gave him every chance to walk away,

as I did you.

L would never turn my back on my family.

Nor me, mine.

You did all of this for them.

They were the first.

The anchor to my abattoir.

Your wife and daughter?

Still in the flames.

Paid the price for my sins.

Burned because of my indiscretions.

Sentenced to an eternity of suffering,

forever and ever indeed.

You see, you and I are not so different,

miss talben.

You would brave a hell

for your loved ones.

I would construct one for mine.

And you are my final tragedy.

The capstone to my foundation.

Your sacrifice is what unlocks it all.

You were pledged at birth,

and belong to this house.

The final drop of blood

born from new English.

My final stray come home at last.

What did he have to do with your plan?

Why him?

His blood is on your hands.

The only family you have

is now at home with me.

Think on it. Ponder it.

Then spend the rest of your short life

regretting it.

This is not real.

You are just a nightmare.

This is just a nightmare.

You're not real. You're not.

It's too late for that brand

of histrionic denial.

I pledge my daughter, Julia Howard.

I'd love to stay,

and delve in this longer, ms talben,

but I cannot permit my family

to suffer one moment longer.

Go.

They're waiting for you.

Go.

Adieu, ms talben.

Every house is haunted.

Every man a ghost.

Downstairs are very best.

Upstairs are worst.

We are often enough born in our homes,

and in the end we die,

and in between we live,

if we are lucky.

It is said that one

can never go home again.

But I wonder, do we ever truly leave?

English sdh

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