Exeter a.k.a. Backmask Page #4

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- You son of a b*tch.

You son of a b*tch.

Oh f***. Oh, that's great.

That's wonderful.

Oh, you're pissed off that

you committed man slaughter.

Don't piss off.

'Cos he might going to the cops now, Patrick!

How could he?

We are locked in.

What the f*** is this?

Dude.

That's holy water, man.

We have to find him.

Well he's gone, okay.

We would see him if he was here.

He's gone.

Maybe he knew a way out.

- He could be bleeding to death somewhere.

- He could be pass out in one of the rooms.

Oh my god. He's gone okay?

We should be gone too.

- How do we know that?

- Okay, should we at least look for him?

Rory.

Sh*t!

Go.

Broaden the shoulder,

you're gonna mean that sh*t.

Rory, it's okay.

Don't let it intimidate you.

Our Father,

Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be Thy Name;

I will rise.

All will die.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass

Against us;

and lead us not into temptation,

Save your servants!

Save me O God,

By Thy name. By Thy might, defend my cause.

Proud men have

Risen up against me

and men of violence seek my life...

but God

Is my helper and the Lord sustains my life.

In every need He has delivered me.

Glory be to the Father, to the Son

and to the Holy Spirit.

Save your servant.

Be unto him O' Lord a fortified tower.

In the face of the enemy.

Let the enemy have

No power over him.

The Lord sustains my life.

In every need He has delivered me.

Glory be to the Father, to the Son

and to the Holy Spirit.

Let us pray.

Holy Lord,

Almighty Father, everlasting God and

Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,

O might Lord, who once and for all consigned

that fallen tyrant to the flames of hell.

Who sent your only begotten son

into the world to crush that roaring lion.

It worked.

hasten to our call for help

Guys!

He's getting loose!

...this human being made in

your image and likeness

Strike terror Lord, into the beast,

now laying waste your vineyard,

Oh my god!

so he may no longer--

in Your image, and to redeem through Your

Be gone!! In the name of the Father,

and of the son, and of the holy spirit!

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

Rory.

- Oh god!

- Rory.

Rory!

Rory!

Rory!...

Rory!...

Rory, wake up!

- He's not breathing.

- Look at me! Rory.

Let me through!

Let me through!

- Yeah!

- Drew.

Drew!

Dude.

- Dude.

- What the f***!

What're you doing man.

Get the f*** off!

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh, he's back.

Come here.

Oh god, I'm so sorry.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

What the f***.

It's all my fault, okay?

It's all my fault.

For hating me?

No.

No.

You think I hate you?

No.

No.

That is not true.

Okay.

Come here.

That's not true, okay.

Patrick.

Oh sh*t.

Oh sh*t!

Get him off!

Knowles, look out!

Aww!

That little sh*t stabbed me

with a f***ing spoon!

So how does that even happen!

Get him down!

- Why didn't it work?

- I don't think that cross has Jesus on it.

It didn't work because you got your spit

in the holy water. You dumbfuck.

It didn't work because

we got it off from YouTube.

Alright.This is the most sacred ritual

in the history of mankind.

And we just f***ing

pissed all over it.

Your idea, man.

Your idea.

(SPEAK

TO ME!)

We're f***ing dead.

What the f*** does it want?

It says 'Speak'.

I ain't saying sh*t.

Hey!

You got something to say?

We're not afraid!

- We are listening!

- Don't, don't.

No more f***ing games, alright?

We are sick of this sh*t!

We are not afraid.

Drew.

Come out here and suck

my fat pig dick.

I really consider shutting

the f*** up, Drew.

See?

He's a p*ssy.

Drew!

He wants to communicate.

Well then, what the f*** is that?

- A seance or something?

- No, no, no...

You need a medium for that.

We want something anyone can do.

Like what?

Guys, this isn't right.

You're right,

the "No" should be on the left.

No, no. I've heard stories about these things

and none of them had ever ended with...

I'm really glad we tried that.

- It's just a way to communicate.

- It wrote with blood and sh*t on the ceiling.

He's got no problem communicating.

- Stop pissing off the Demon.

- It's not a Demon.

Then what is it?

Let's ask.

- I need a volunteer.

- I just did an exorcism.

Man up, Brad.

No, I'm okay.

I guess I'll do it then.

Okay.

Brad.

Go write.

Is someone with us?

(YES)

Oh god.

It's okay.

What's your name?

D:

E:

V:

O:

N:

DEVON:

Who the f*** is Devon?

It's that kid from the file.

What file?

What f***ing file?

Did something happened to you here?

(YES)

F:

I:

N:

D:

M:

E:

Find me.

Where are you?

- Box.

- Box.

What box?

What box?

- Like a coffin?

- Devon, was buried here?

H:

E:

L:

P:

M:

E:

HH E L P:

MM EE.

What happened?

Where did he go?

Hey.

Wait up.

Oh my god!

What the f***...

Nice try, daemean!

- Drew, Drew.

- Dude. What the hell are you doing?

- Come on. Hey, hey. Drew.

- What the hell is wrong you?

- You don't remember?

- Remember what?

Where are my pants?

Patrick!

Patrick, careful.

Guys, he's alright.

He's alright.

This is Cris Angel sh*t, man.

Okay.

I explain all this later, okay?

Amber!

- What the f*** is that?

- Come on. Let's go.

Amber!

Brad!

Amber!

Amber!

Brad!

Amber

Amber!

Brad!

Brad!

Amber!

She's fine, she's fine, she's fine.

I promise. She's fine.

Amber.

F***!

Get off!

Get her off!

Patrick!

Watch out!

Get down!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

- Patrick! Patrick!

- Amber!

F***.

You alright, man?

Are you alright?

I don't know.

Are you okay?

Are you f***ing kidding me.

Am I okay?

I almost got shot by the local junkman.

I caught a face full of his brain and skull.

We performed an exorcism!

I just got stabbed in the

f***ing knee with a spoon!

And I just got prison shanked

by a psycho demon b*tch!

Aside from that!

Sweet... f***ing party.

Let's do it again week!

Drew.

Drew!

Drew!

Drew!

Oh!

Drew, watch out!

F***!

What the f***!

Oh my god.

- Hey. Where're you going?

- I'm done with this sh*t.

- Hey, stick together!

- Brad! Brad!

F*** you!

- Just let him go. Just let him go.

- You know... f*** it.

Knowles.

Check these bars, alright.

We're going to go upstairs.

See if there is a fire escape or something.

- I got it.

- Rory, come on. Let's go.

Hell no!

Rory, I'm not going

to leave you here.

There is no f***ing way you are

dragging me back up there.

Okay, sit down.

Sit down.

Now look. Knowles here,

he needs your protection. okay?

Now look. she comes in here,

you got to give it to here. Okay buddy?

- Okay.

- Alright.

Look.

I'm really sorry that this happened.

It's not your fault.

I should have taken you home.

- Well, I'm glad you didn't.

- Okay.

- Knowles.

- Yeah.

Look after him.

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