Doctor Strange Page #4

You want to get stuck reliving the

same moment over, and over, forever,

or never having existed at all?

They really should put the

warnings before that stuff.

Your curiosity could

have gotten you killed.

You weren't manipulating

the space-time continuum,

you were wrecking it.

We do not tamper with

natural law. We defend it.

How did you learn to do that?

Where did you learn the litany of spells

required to even understand it?

I've got a photographic memory. It's how I

got my M.D. and Ph.D. at the same time.

What you just did

takes more than a good memory.

You were born for the mystic arts.

And yet, my hands still shake.

- For now, yes.

Not forever?

- We're not prophets.

When do you start telling me what we are?

While heroes like the Avengers

protect the world from physical dangers,

we sorcerers safeguard it

against more mystical threats.

The Ancient One is the latest

in a long line of Sorcerers Supreme

Going back thousands of years

to the father of the mystic arts,

the mighty Agamotto.

The same sorcerer who created the eye

you so recklessly borrowed.

Agamotto built 3 Sanctums

in places of power,

where great cities now stand.

That door leads to the Hong Kong Sanctum,

that door to the New York Sanctum.

That one, to the London Sanctum.

Together, the Sanctums generate a

protective shield around our world.

The Sanctums protect the

world, and we sorcerers

protect the Sanctums.

- From what?

Other-dimensional beings

that threaten our universe.

Like Dormammu?

Where did you learn that name?

I just read it in the book

of Cagliostro. Why?

Dormammu dwells in the Dark Dimension.

Beyond time.

He is the cosmic conquerer,

the destroyer of worlds.

A being of infinite power

and endless hunger,

on a quest to invade every universe

and bring all worlds into

his Dark Dimension.

And he hungers for Earth most of all.

The pages that Kaecilius stole.

A ritual to contact Dormammu and

draw power from the Dark Dimension.

Uuuh... okay. Okay.

I... time-out. I... I came

here to heal my hands,

not to fight in some mystical war.

London.

Kaecilius!

No!!!

Wong? Mordo?

177A Bleecker Street

Hello?

Hello?

Daniel. I see they made you

Master of the Sanctum.

Do you know what that means?

That you'll die protecting it.

Stop!

How long have you been

at Kamar-TaJ, Mister...?

Doctor.

- Just Doctor?

- It's Strange.

Maybe. Who am I to judge?

You don't know how to use that, do you?

What?

You'll die here.

- Oh, stop it.

I said, stop it!

You cannot stop this, Mr. Doctor. - Why...

look, I don't even know what "this" is.

It's the end and the beginning.

The many becoming the few,

becoming the One.

Look, if you're not going

to start making sense,

I'm just going to have to

put this thing back on.

Tell me, Mr. Doctor.

Alright, look. My name

is Dr. Stephen Strange.

You are a doctor?

- Yes. - A scientist.

You understand the laws of nature.

All things age. All things die.

In the end, our sun burns out,

our universe grows cold and perishes.

But the Dark Dimension...

it's a place beyond time.

That's it. I'm putting this thing back on.

This world doesn't have to die, Doctor.

This world can take its rightful

place among so many others,

as part of the One.

The great and beautiful One.

And we can all live forever.

Really?

What do you have to gain out of

this New Age dimensional utopia?

The same as you. The same as

everyone. Life. Eternal life.

People think in terms of good and evil,

but really, time is the true enemy

of us all. Time kills everything.

What about the people you killed?

Tiny, momentary specks within

an indifferent universe.

Yes. You see,

you see what we're doing?

The world is not what it ought to be.

Humanity longs for the eternal,

for a world beyond time, because

time is what enslaves us.

Time is an insult.

Death is an insult.

Doctor...

We don't seek to rule this world.

We seek to save it, to

hand it over to Dormammu,

who is the intent of all evolution,

the Why of all existence.

The Sorcerer Supreme defends existence.

What was it that brought you to Kamar-Taj,

Doctor? Was it enlightenment?

Power?

You came to be healed, as did we all.

Kamar-Taj is a place that

collects broken things.

We all come with the

promise of being healed,

but instead, the Ancient One

gives us parlor tricks.

The real magic she keeps for herself.

Have you ever wondered how she

managed to live this long?

I... I saw the rituals in

the book of Cagliostro.

So, you know.

The ritual gives me the power to overthrow

the Ancient One and tear her Sanctums down,

to let the Dark Dimension in.

Because what the Ancient One

hoards, Dormammu gives freely.

Life, everlasting.

He is not the destroyer of worlds,

Doctor, he is the savior of worlds.

No. I mean, come on.

Look at your face.

Dormammu made you a murderer.

Just how good can his kingdom be?

You think that's funny?

No. No, Doctor.

What's funny is that you've

lost your sling ring.

Sir, can I help you?

- Dr. Palmer, where is she?

Sir, we need to... - Where is she?

- At the nurses station.

Christine!

Stephen? Oh my god. What...

- We need to get

me on an operation table now.

Just you.

Now! I don't have any time!

What happened?

- Stabbed. Cardiac tamponade.

What are you wearing?

The chest cavity is clear.

- The blood... is in the pericardial sac.

No. No no no no no no no!

Stephen! Stephen!

Just a little higher.

Please be careful with the needle.

Stephen?

Oh lord, oh lord. What am I seeing?

- My astral body.

Are you dead?

- No, Christine, but I am dying.

Right. Right.

Yeah. Alright.

I've... I've never seen

a wound like this before.

What were you stabbed with?

I don't know.

I'm going to have to vanish now.

- No, I...

Keep me alive, will you?

Okay! Okay.

Oh sh*t!

Charging to 200 Joule

Stephen, come on.

Hit me again!

- Stop doing that!

Up the voltage and hit me again.

No, your heart is beating!

- Just do it!

Oh god!

Are you ok?

- Hey there.

Okay.

After all this time,

you just show up here,

flying out of your body?

- Yeah, I know.

I missed you too, by the way.

I wrote 2 emails, but

you never responded.

Why would I?

Christine, I am so, so sorry.

For all of it.

And you were right,

I was a complete a**hole.

I treated you so horribly

and you deserved so much more.

- Stop. You... you're clearly in shock.

I mean, what the hell is happening?

Where have you been?

Well, after Western medicine failed me,

I headed East, and I

ended up in Kathmandu.

Kathmandu?

- Yeah.

What, like the Bob Seger song?

- 1975, Beautiful Loser, side A. And then,

I went to a place called Kamar-Taj

and I talked to someone

called the Ancient One, and...

Oh. So you joined a cult.

- No, I didn't. Not exactly. I mean,

they did teach me to tap into powers

that I never even knew existed.

Yeah, that sounds like a cult.

- It's not a cult.

Well, that's what a cultist would say.

- Oh, no.

Wait, Stephen... what do

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