Brain Damage Page #2

- Sort of. Ow!

- "Sort of"! What do you mean by "sort of"?

Look, I got an itch.

I can't talk about it right now.

It's not fair

to keep me guessing like this.

If you're seeing someone else,

if you want to end it between us,

can't you just tell me?

Uh, uh, I just need some time.

And what am I supposed to do

in the meantime?

Sit at home and wait

for things to get back to normal?

Or should I go out

and find someone else too?

I'm not hungry.

- Ten minutes ago you were starving.

- Yeah, but...

- What are you doing?

- I... I don't feel so good.

- Calm down, Brian.

- I... I gotta go.

"Go"? You can't just...

Brian! Wait!

Great.

I need it. I need it now.

I need it.

Now. Now, come on.

Hey! Hey!

I love your suit

- Wow, you're beautiful!

- Huh?

- Beautiful.

- You're f***ed up, aren't you?

Wanna dance?

# You find your best friend

floating in a vat

# Down at the sewage plant

# It never made the papers,

some things just can't... #

Other people gotta use it.

Let's go!

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, I gotcha.

- Uh-huh.

- Attaboy!

Feels like you've got

a real monster in there.

Hey. Hey.

Don't pass out on me now.

Here.

Barbara?

No, he still isn't in.

No, not a word.

Well, I don't know. I haven't seen him.

Well, I don't know.

You tell me what happened in there.

I don't know. He's... he's not here.

What do you want me to tell you?

Good God!

What the hell happened tonight?

You fool!

You're feeding him human brains.

You're making him strong.

I knew someone in the building had him,

but I didn't think it was you.

Where is he? Is he on you now?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Nor do you know what you're dealing with.

You're an amateur.

It takes years to control him.

He'll drain you.

Use you till you waste away.

Yeah? Then what do you want him for?

Because he's mine. Aylmer belongs to me.

"Elmer"?

You f***ing named him "Elmer"?

Not "Elmer".

Aylmer.

A-Y-L-M-E-R.

An Old English word meaning

"the awe-inspiring famous one".

And that he is, indeed.

For the Aylmer is a creature

of endless histories.

A living relic of civilizations

long since forgotten.

You're crazy.

Am I?

The Aylmer's origins can be traced back

to the Fourth Crusade

where he was snatched

from the Emperor Alexius

during the sack of Byzantium in 1203.

It's believed a Venetian mercenary

named Matteo Grimaldi

brought the creature to Europe,

but he had to surrender it

almost immediately

to a renegade cardinal, a Borgia

who wanted the Aylmer all to himself.

In 1699, the Aylmer reappeared in the

possession of one Don Manuel Perolta,

a Spanish viceroy and freelance corsair.

He lost the Aylmer to a Portuguese admiral

off the Barbary Coast

who himself was murdered within days

by a young midshipman

who fled with his prize to Africa.

There the Aylmer quickly fell

into the hands of a Mabootoo chief

whose tribe placed a deep religious value

in the Aylmer's many talents.

Then, during the Second World War,

a German munitions tycoon

bribed a battalion commander

to obtain the Aylmer for himself.

It didn't work out that way.

The Aylmer was brought to Berlin all right,

but he passed from host to host

for over three decades

until I tracked him down.

Until I paid for him

in both money and blood.

Until I made him mine.

- You're out of your mind.

- Give him to me!

He's mine, damn you.

Mine! Mine!

Mine, mine! Mine!

Mine, mine, mine!

Brian?

Hey, Brian, where were you?

Hey, Barbara's been calling.

She's called a couple of times already.

She's all upset and crying.

What happened with you two tonight?

What are you doing? Where are you going?

We've gotta get out of here.

"We"? Who's "we"?

Me and Elmer, or Ulmer,

or whatever the hell he's called.

Who are you talking about?

The old man is right.

I've got to be in control.

- What old man?

- I've got to be in charge.

Look, Brian, I know

this is kind of tough for you,

but could you try making sense

for just a couple of minutes, please?

I've got to sort things out.

I've got to be in control.

Look, Brian, if you're in trouble,

if you need help, talk to me.

I'm your brother. I'll help you.

Barbara will help you.

But we can't help you

if you won't talk to us.

We can't help you

if you're just going to run away.

I don't have time.

I've got to get out of here fast.

And go where?

Hey, Brian, hold it.

You forgot your buckets.

What a nice room, Brian.

This is a real classy place.

We've got to talk.

You've got to answer some questions.

- Like what?

- Like that old man.

Was anything he said true?

Aw, stupid old fool.

Kept me weak by feeding me animal brains

while they drained me

like two shrivelled parasites.

They kept me weak, but I still left them.

Is that what you want, Brian?

Want me to leave you, too?

- No, no. I just, I just...

- Damn right you don't.

So what are we doing here?

Look, I just want to sort things out.

You've got me so I can't think clearly.

I can't function clearly.

And I thought you were having

such a good time.

I was, I...

I am, but...

But I think something awful happened

last night, and I can't remember it.

I don't remember where I went

or who I met or what I did.

All I remember is feeling

something sticky in my pants

and finding them covered in blood.

And not my blood.

Part of my talent, Brian,

is to spare you any unpleasantness.

Yeah, but when it comes to

blood in my underwear,

I want to know how it got there.

Well, it's no big deal.

Nothing to get upset about.

It came from that girl at the club.

What girl?

The girl whose brains I ate.

What?

The blood came from the girl

whose brains I sucked out.

You sucked out her brains?

Yeah. Right through her mouth.

- Is she dead?

- Of course she's dead.

What, are you kidding?

What are you telling me?

That we killed someone last night?

You really don't remember any of it?

No, no, I don't.

How about the nightwatchman? Remember him?

- The nightwatchman?

- Yeah.

Sucked him dry in the junkyard.

First night we went out.

Oh, my God.

- Want to hear the details?

- No!

You're a wreck, Brian.

You've got to relax.

Why don't you put me on your neck

and calm down?

- No way. It's not going to happen again.

- What isn't?

Killing people.

I thought you meant getting high.

We can't keep killing people

every time you're hungry.

Oh, yes we can.

We'll do anything I want us to do.

You're mine now, Brian.

I own you.

Tacky, Brian, tacky.

Yeah, well, from now on, I'm the one

who's gonna be calling the shots.

I'm the one who's going to be in control.

You're not strong enough, Brian.

Your chemistry has changed.

Yeah? Well, then we'll stay here

until I get strong enough.

Till I get your goddamn fluid

out of my system.

- Then we're going to do things my way.

- Just like all the others, aren't you?

Maybe I should put you

in some kind of container.

Oh, don't worry, Brian.

I won't bite you while you're asleep.

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