Dark Haul Page #2

Her hand.

She's hiding her hand.

Way to go.

Show me your hand, Zib.

Show it to me.

Hey, dude, it's a gas station.

Come on.

Empty your pocket.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry.

What?

- Damon.

- No, no, I don't think so. What?

We have to get out of here now.

Damon, now!

We need to go now!

Go, go. Let's go.

Move out! Let's go!

Close that up!

Let's get out of here!

Everybody okay back there?

Yeah, Damon.

Knicks, put Zib on.

Okay.

Hey, Damon.

What happened back there?

I didn't see it in time.

You're supposed to be

keeping him under control.

There shouldn't have been anything

to see.

Yeah, well, I was distracted.

Knicks was harassing me about my hand.

Your hand?

Ask him.

All right.

Don't let it happen again.

Why don't you tell Knicks

to let me do my job?

What is it?

I don't know.

Could be a fuel pump.

All right, everybody listen up.

We got engine troubles up here.

It's gonna take some time to fix it,

so I want everyone to get some rest.

Damn.

What's happening?

His wings are coming back.

Gas station.

The more chaos he causes,

the quicker he heals.

He's testing the soul.

He's only flesh.

Weaken the body,

damage the flesh,

you weaken the beast.

There's no reason for this.

I'm sorry, Z,

we can't take a more chances.

Give me the key.

Frank, Corley...

give me a moment, then come in.

We can feel it, you know,

when you cut us.

This has to be done.

Please, Damon.

I can control him.

This is the cost of your freedom.

Zib, there's no other way.

You need to understand that.

Please don't make me do this.

I can't.

But you will.

Ready?

Now, Zib.

Now!

Stop.

Zib...

I need to know that...

I could have controlled him.

No, you couldn't.

And you didn't.

Just who I wanted to see.

I was hoping for a moment of your time.

What do you wanna talk about?

Well, Damon, I want to talk

about a lot of things, all right?

If we're gonna do this,

you should come inside.

Same as before,

my answer hasn't changed.

Beast or man, one shall fall.

And one rise triumphant

where root first struck earth.

I know the prophesy

as well as you do, Knicks.

Then why don't we just end this?

Because I will not be a party to the beast

ascending to infinite power, that's why.

What about his death?

Will you be a party to that?

He killed two dozen of men yesterday,

and you hold the key to his destruction.

If he wins, mankind falls.

What if you're wrong?

He isn't.

You agree with him?

I've been doing this my entire life.

I know the scripture

better than any man alive.

And, yes.

I agree with Knicks.

More accurately,

I agree with Tito.

So all of this,

all of this is your doing?

I'd hope you'd listen

to a unified front.

We have him contained and weakened.

We have our whole reliquary in our truck.

If there was ever a time to do this,

it's now.

And what if we're wrong?

For 300 years,

the Keepers have been keeping,

and if we don't kill him now,

what was it all for?

We give our lives to tread water.

But if you're wrong, Knicks...

Well,

I will have done something.

I will, at the very least, have tried.

So I'll tell the men

about our change in destination.

Wait.

Let me tell Zib.

She's not gonna like this.

There's one last thing.

What's that?

She has to die, too.

She's not like her brother.

I know you believe that.

But she has a devil in her.

But she can be saved.

What was that?

What is it?

It's probably just a raccoon.

Or a halo if he's trying to distract us.

They just cut his wings off.

He's not strong enough to send a halo.

Ssh, shh shh shh.

I'm here, brother.

I'm here.

Friendly! Friendly!

Hold your...

We're not done here.

Not by a long shot.

Let's go. Let's go!

What's going on?!

Everybody stay calm!

Stay calm!

Remember your training!

These are just halos!

It's okay, brother.

I'm here now.

We've all dealt with him before!

Everybody just stay in control!

Come here, come here.

Guns down, everybody!

Everybody!

Now we're better than this.

What you're seeing is not real!

It's a halo, okay?

You hear me?

It's not real. It's a halo.

I'm sorry I hit you.

It's all yours.

Tito, I wanna know how

he's gotten so strong.

Nothing to do...

I've heard just about enough from you,

do you understand me?!

She is a vital part of this mission!

You need to know that!

Yeah? Where's your most

trusted member right now?

- She's in her room.

- Sure about that?

Maybe the only thing keeping her

from freedom is my thumb.

You're shocking her right now?

No.

I'm teaching her...

a lesson!

Restrain the prisoner!

And it's not your unit anymore.

Give me the key.

Give me the key or I'll kill you.

Hand it to me.

Tito, I don't want her in here again,

all right?

It's just too dangerous.

Without her, the relics alone

won't be enough to control his halos.

The men will deal with it.

And it won't be long anyway.

We're gonna do this?

What?

Yeah, we're gonna do this.

Mike said the truck's ready.

We leave now,

we get there by tonight.

I hope Tito's right.

What?

I hope Tito's right for all our sakes.

He is.

It isn't real.

It isn't real.

It isn't real.

It isn't real.

What do you see?

Maybe talking about it will help.

You killing yourself.

That's pleasant.

Mmm.

I'm not.

Killing myself.

What do you see?

My sister.

We need a shift change

in here, I think.

Definitely.

How much longer?

I don't think I can take this.

Let me check.

Knicks, how much longer to go?

We're in the Pine Barrens now.

Not much longer.

Almost home.

Hear that?

Yeah.

Get them off me!

Greg, hold him down!

Get them off me!

Corley, Corley, it's a halo!

It's a halo!

No!

Emergency stop now!

Get them off me!

Get them... no!

Right there.

Put him down right there.

What's happening?!

Ma'am, I need towels,

a lot of towels!

Please, thank you.

- In my bag, there's a sewing kit.

- Put the cell phone away.

- I need to close his wounds.

- Put that cell phone away!

I'm calling 911!

This man needs help!

And he'll get it.

We're fine.

He's not gonna make it.

We should just go.

Which one is Tito's bag?

I'll show you.

Do you want his bag or not?

Father.

Everybody just stay calm, relax.

No cell phones.

I don't believe they did this to me.

Knicks.

Hey, what are you doing?

They killed him!

Hey, come on.

No, we didn't.

We're gonna go, okay?

We're gonna leave right now, okay?

I think you should wai...

oh!

- Get her in the truck.

- Here.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Ready!

- Hey!

- Come on!

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Brace yourself.

Do something!

I'm trying!

Get down!

We gotta get out of here!

Come on!

Back up.

Come on, back up!

Oh, what the...

Hey, Tommy, what happened?

What happened? Go check.

There's a train coming, guys.

Back up.

We gotta back up.

- I'm trying.

- You gotta back up!

- I can't.

- You gotta!

- Get us out of here.

- I can't, I can't, we're stuck!

Get us near the tracks.

Get us near the tracks.

Get on the radio!

Get Knicks to move the truck!

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