Deadman Apocalypse Page #2

hidden Mr. Jackal.

100 liters of water to

the man who brings him

to me alive.

I said bring him to me!

- Jack!

Deadman, stop!

Where are you taking us?

- As far away from

them as we can get.

- You're heading deeper

into Labyrinthia.

- You'd rather I

left you with them?

- Jack, look, you've

been gone 10 years,

you don't know as much

as you think you do.

Ramses, he isn't afraid of you.

And they will catch

us unless we reach

the exit before they do.

- There is no exit

to this labyrinth.

- Well then we're already dead.

Hurry Jack switch, I'm leading.

- Keep driving.

- Jack! Jack!

- Alba, Alba.

Alba.

- How! How did he know?

- What?

- How did my son know

where to find him?

Huh? You lying wolf!

- I swear I never said a word!

- How long have you

been planning this?

How long has he been hunting?

- I didn't do this, I

thought he was dead!

- Don't take me for a fool!

You repugnant b*tch!

- You think I would sit and rot

in this f***ing cage all

this time if I'd known

he was out there?

- It reeks in here Brogdale,

smells like fish!

Smells all fishy.

- What has she been doing here?

All by herself.

- Does my son know?

- He knows nothing!

- You better pray

he knows nothing!

And you better hope the Jackal

doesn't find out either!

- Jack isn't dumb like

you, he'll figure it out.

I'll make sure he knows.

- And I'll make sure he's

dead within the hour!

And forget about Toga,

from now on he stays

with his father!

- It's Tegu, sire.

- I know the name of my own son,

you terminal, f***ing disease!

- Leave my son alone, Ramses!

He's all I live for.

- Brogdale, get

this woman a mint,

a very strong mint.

- Up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

- No!

- Obey your father!

Do not let yourself fool!

This is not about your ability

to stop yourself falling!

It's about your

ability to get back up!

Most of my education, I

learned from my grandfather,

he raised me when my

parents no longer could.

Very wise man, never

liked me even as a boy.

He used to tell me the story,

that deep in the mines where

it was unsafe to venture,

there rested a banshee.

Her screams could be heard

before a tragedy would strike.

As it often did.

He said, those that

encountered the banshee

learned of a mystical

power of which you posess,

anything a person wanted to be,

a miner, a soldier,

a great king,

this banshee could

make you become.

The tale was, of course,

just a big time story

they told to stop

the children playing

in the dangerous mines at most,

but I was fascinated

by the idea of this

fictional power, I

never wanted to be

someone's slave,

hammering tunnels

for the rich and desperate.

I wanted to be better

than all of them,

and though I never

met the banshee,

and most likely never existed

outside that hateful

bastards deluded mind,

I became emperor.

You see, boy, there

is no mystical power

to help you succeed.

I watched as this

world fell to its knees

and begged me to help,

those that didn't join

me turned to ashes.

The entire human race swept away

like tiny grains of sand,

lost in the desert storm.

Silence!

Fools!

Everyone of us, for

fearing this palace insect

strung up before us.

The Jackal is nothing but a

remnant from the old race,

my trophy for the battle I won!

It was his people that forced

us down into the earth,

who made us work day

and night like slaves,

digging, crafting these tunnels,

I saw men drop dead

with exhaustion,

heard the screams of hundreds

as tunnels collapsed.

Cave crashed!

- Stop it!

- I saw their skin

turn hard as stone,

blood to sand and eyes to dust

as the dehydration grew,

as that blazing red star

grew ever closer.

Burnt!

Would they spare us so

much as one sip of water?

Not a single drop!

I drank the blood of

my fallen coworkers,

else I too would've

been bone and dust.

Labyrinthia is encrusted

with those demon spirits

whose remains rest

within these walls,

whose very bones

make up the floor

on which we tread.

- This isn't Labyrinthia.

This is hell!

- No, Mr. Jackal,

this is something far worse!

- Leave him alone!

Leave now.

Before I kill every

f***ing one of you!

Jack, you idiot.

Jack, don't leave me.

Don't leave me here alone!

Jack.

I'm not leaving you.

I gotta get us

out of here, Jack.

Okay, it's gonna be

okay, it's gonna be okay.

I promise.

I don't know how people

can live down here.

- They're not people,

neither century.

You okay?

- Yes, Commander.

It's not the mission.

- What?

What?

Alba.

Does Jack know?

Oh god.

Oh Jesus.

Jesus.

You both should've stayed.

- We trained for this and

it means everything to him.

- You need to go back.

Please no, I'm fine!

- What if he dies out there?

- Wait, stop!

- I'm calling it off!

- Please don't!

- Deadman!

Deadman!

Deadman!

- I found the water!

- Deadman, Deadman!

Deadman!

It's Alba, she,

- Alba, run!

- Alba!

- Jack!

- Alba!

Don't let go Alba!

- Jack!

- Hold on!

- I'm sorry!

- Alba!

- Hey, hey, hey.

In training they never

said it would be like this.

Felt the heart back

then, it was trying so

desperately to become something.

I never stopped to

realized it was probably

the best time of my life.

The world was doomed,

Jack, yet life was simple.

We'd fight.

We'd find a way to

victory and if we didn't

well then we'd never know.

- You did this?

- Did the best I could.

- Thank you.

- I miss it, Jack.

The sky.

The daylight.

The fresh air.

Even the heat of

the sun was bearable

compared to this.

I miss believing we

could save the world.

- We were young and stupid.

- No, we were young and brave

now we're old and stupid.

- It's over Alba.

We failed.

- We failed once.

- Once chance was all we had.

- Don't we have the

chance now, Jack?

A chance to get out

of here with me.

Even if we die, even if

there's nothing to go back to

we haven't failed

until we've given up.

And I won't give up.

I am done, I am

done with tunnels,

I am done with a beast of a man,

I am done with darkness,

with chains, with hoping,

wondering, waiting.

I just want to sit underneath

the night sky one last time

and look up at the

starts with you, Jack.

- Psst.

Ugly, ugly, yeah you, ugly.

Come over here.

- Quiet filth, you'll

wake the master.

- Pass me the water.

My throat, please,

it's right there.

I need explosives.

- Cascabell.

- No, explosives.

- Cascabell, the dynamite maker.

- Where do I find him?

- His chamber,

not far from here.

- Do you wish you could

see the sun, Brogdale?

Breathe in new air?

- The sun?

- Help me now and I can

free you from Labyrinthia.

- It's too risky.

- Why?

- There was a group

of bomb makers working

for the military, their

bosses kept demanding

better explosives, more

destruction, more fire,

more death, the power of

what they were creating

wasn't safe, but the

military didn't care.

Until one terrible day

there was an accident,

a fire erupted from

within the facility

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