Chain Reaction Page #5

gazing back at us

with yellow, gleaming eyes.

So wonderful!

This is just like

what happened before.

The fog.

Then we lost our orientation.

Dj vu.

"The eternal repetition

of all the same,"

as Nietzsche would have put it.

Yeah.

Don't be so pessimistic.

We are following

the same path as Arthur,

and you survived the last trip.

That path'll end,

just like my luck, I'm afraid.

What do you know

about the true nature of luck?

You know what Kant said?

"Unlucky we are,

and unlucky we shall be."

Oh, yes. Schopenhauer.

Yes. I do get your point,

at least your perspective of this.

Paul, we're not headin' north anymore.

I got the feeling

we're walking in circles.

Huh. I noticed that too, Jimmy.

But wherever

we are heading,

that's where we will arrive.

And where did you do that?

I mean, right in

the middle of the woods or in a cave?

It was a house.

Good. Let's talk

about the house, then.

Where is it?

I'm not sure.

Can you lead us to it?

It's almost impossible.

We were completely lost.

So, Doctor,

is there something else

you concealed from us?

And don't make me cut

the other cheek.

Listen to me.

We cannot go in there.

We have to get as far away from here

as fast as we possibly can.

Don't test my patience, Doctor.

It is not a wise idea.

And answer my question.

Is this the place

where you all arrived?

Affirmative!

Thanks for the confirmation.

Home, sweet home.

This is even worse than the white-trash

trailer park I grew up in.

A f***in' creepy, hillbilly

shithole dream home

in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere.

"In every dream home,

a heartache,

"and every step I take

"takes me further from heaven.

"Is there a heaven?

"I like to think so."

Heaven?

Heaven.

Roxy Music.

The doctor comes to my aid again.

One last question.

How many monsters live there?

Eight or so.

Any weapons?

No.

They don't need any.

Any women?

Yes.

Aw, great.

We're gonna have a f***in' ball.

Actually, it's gonna

be more like this...

He's f***in' hysterical.

Jimmy, I find it difficult

to share your sense of humor.

But actually,

I don't accept the circumstances!

Come on. Move on.

OIlie ollie oxen free!

Come out, come out, you evil breed,

and let's have some fun! Yeah!

Jimmy, check it in there.

Shawn, over there. Get a move on.

We gonna catch us some evil breed.

We are here to liberate you,

my fair damsel.

I'll get a knife.

She's mine.

Me first.

Hey!

Taketh what thy will.

Goeth thou must.

Saveth thouselves.

Sounds familiar somehow.

Let's have a little chat.

Listen to us,

and then we might goeth.

Understood?

And you, Doctor,

you are skating on very thin ice.

Sorry, fair maiden,

that we didn't have

any time for introductions.

I apologize if it seems

that I have forgotten my manners.

Your name is?

Alice.

Alice and...?

Only Alice.

Nice to meet you, Alice.

What did they do to you?

I mean, I'm no expert,

but this is no way to treat a lady.

Mine folk.

Oh. Interesting.

Gets even more interesting,

right down to that ridiculous language

of yours.

In fact, I would really love

to meet your family.

Liveth we amongst us

as family, as folk,

but family are we not.

I think you're already

familiar to our doctor.

At least, that's what he said.

Aye, knoweth he us.

In the past, was he here.

Didn't I tell you?

And the four gentlemen

that were here with him,

where are they?

Dead art thou.

Naught is from them left.

Death forgeth thee as well...

soon.

Alice, where are the others?

Hunteth they.

Killeth they for blood.

Killing?

What do they kill?

All with blood in it.

Really?

Oh, yes, the doctor

already described them

as very, very unpleasant.

He was talking about monsters, beasts.

Stayeth thee no longer.

Believeth and goeth thee. Goeth!

Fascinating.

You and the doctor seem to be

really, really convinced

of your troubled fantasies.

"Hysteria," as Freud

would have called it.

But I tend to inquire

if it was Freud or fraud this time.

Doctor, your services are required.

Shawn, how nice to see you again.

Cheers, man.

Let's do this as quickly as possible

and then leave immediately.

I'm gonna need an assistant.

Alice can help if you permit it.

Good.

Alice, I'm gonna need boiling water

and, this time, a very small knife,

but as sharp as possible.

- Aye, haveth I.

- Fine. Put it in water...

Aye, and counteth I to 100.

Good girl. Now hurry, please.

Don't worry, George.

The procedure's fairly routine.

You couldn't be in better hands,

and Alice is gonna help.

Thanks, honey.

Maybe later you'd like to meet

my good little friend, Giant George.

And we gonna get to know each other

a little better.

- Yeah.

- Maybe in your afterlife.

Now I have to get

those old bandages off.

Let's get you out of that.

Give me a hand.

Easy, easy.

Good to the last drop.

Ooh-whee, little lady.

That doesn't look so bad.

Perfect timing.

Needeth thee my help, Doug?

No, no, I can handle it.

Oh, Alice, yes.

Do you have any more alcohol, spirits?

Alcohol haveth we no more,

but haveth I black paste.

Bring it, please.

Alice. Alice.

I'd like you to come back to your seat.

Now.

All right, I'm gonna apply

a little bit of this icing spray.

It's gonna dull the pain,

and then I'm gonna start to scrape.

Just do it, Doc.

I'm not crazy about to know

what you're really up to.

There.

That's good.

You and Big George

are gonna be just fine.

May need to recuperate a bit,

but you'll be back in action soon.

Thank you, Doctor.

You just managed to gain

a little more time.

I would like to continue

our previous conversation

concerning your fellow...

housemates?

Left be time not much.

Cometh they soon.

Goeth thee. Thou must goeth.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just like a scratched record.

Could we move on now?

Please...

just tell us what kind of creatures

we are dealing with.

Come on, Paul. This is gettin' old.

Let's have some fun.

When I am satisfied...

you get yours. Move!

Move!

Saith he, he our leader is, Joseph.

The bad seed calleth he it.

Another word from the Bible.

I see you have quite an affinity

to the legacy of our Lord.

Hope is our Lord.

Our comfort is he.

You kill through

your longing of blood.

Are you not all sinners, then?

A brief reminder...

"thou shalt not kill."

Cometh we from our father.

Overcometh we our trespasses

through our Lord.

Overcometh haveth I of this.

That's why you were

bound to the wall?

Nay. Punishment was mine

for sins against mine folk.

Helpeth I Doug to flee.

Forbidden is it.

And why did you help him?

Enough, trespasser.

Mine will is not thine will.

Helpeth thee I not.

And why are you all banished

to this no man's land?

Liveth we here to protect

our unholy desires amongst men

and leadeth us from temptation.

Mighty is our longing.

But over are times of

austerity and fasting.

Man's blood again tasteth.

Mighty is our thirst.

Reapeth we the bad seed.

So you're no longer a monster.

Sleepeth it in me.

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