Exeter a.k.a. Backmask Page #5

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10 minutes.

- You need my protection?

- Do something useful, f***er.

- His finger.

- It's gone. There's a blood trail.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

Keep going.

- You see it?

- Yeah.

- Suck my f***ing cock, the answer is no.

- Look, I'm not pissing in the sink.

Piss in you boy pants again,

that worked out nice the first time.

- There's more.

- Patrick, it keeps going.

Okay.

It's locked.

Stay behind me.

Th..There it is.

It's pointing.

- Let's go, let's go. Let's go.

- Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

- Look.

- What?

Markings.

It's trying to show us something.

Look over there.

F***.

Devon.

OUR LORD WILL RISE

The crescent.

Rory painted that on the bathroom wall.

Look.

This is not right.

It's the only thing in here that is.

So why would Devon have it.

Look.

That's me.

I' came for help, not pain.

Help me Father.

My blood is yours,

hurt no more.

Conway.

Father.

Right, Father Conway.

My blood is yours.

What if he's Devon's father?

- There's no way.

- But it's possible.

Okay, if Conway had a child.

Why would he bring it here?

- Won't his parishioners go backshit?

- Exactly.

No.

Conway would not hurt anybody.

You sure?

Rory.

F***.

Come on, man.

Come on, man.

Don't f*** around!

Patrick!

Guys!

- Look. Cold air.

- What?

This has to go outside.

- Oh. You got to be kidding me.

- Do you want to get out or not?

Patrick,

I see leaves.

Do you see any light?

It's blocked.

Hey, Patrick there's a grill,

we need a screwdriver.

You alright?

It's a cat.

F***ing cat.

What a cliche.

Oh my.

God!

Patrick!

Are you okay?

I'm... so...

sorry...

Patrick!

Look out!

Do it...!

Mother f***er.

All I wanted was a couple of beers

and a f***ing blow job.

And I get stuck in this bullshit.

Holy sh*t.

Yeah, sh*t.

That's something.

Oh f***!

God damn it!

Sh*t!

F***.

F***, f***, f***.

Jesus Christ!

F***!

Reckless child.

Rest.

Rory!

- Knowles!

- Maybe they found a way out.

No.

They wouldn't leave without us.

Knowles!

Patrick.

Look.

F***!

We'll find them, Patrick.

Rory!

Rory!

Rory!

Knowles' iPad.

I'm Ryan Knowles.

If you find this.

I'm probably hacked up and dead

like the rest of my friends.

The crescent,

I Google it.

It's a Wicca sign.

The summoning.

True terrible things happened here.

Restless souls, all brought upon us.

by someone alive.

And in this building...

Knowles!

Knowles!

Knowles.

Knowles.

Get out!

- Patrick!

- Give it to me!

- Knowles.

- Oh my god.

Patrick!

Patrick!

Patrick, he's dead!

- F***.

- Patrick, basement.

Rory!

Wait, wait, wait...

Are you okay?

Yeah, it's...

Let's go, okay.

Maybe it's a roary.

Rory.

Rory!

Rory!

Rory!

Wait! It's Rory!

It's Rory!

Are you alright?

Hey, did Knowles did this to you?

It's..

It was Conway.

He's...He said it was for

my own protect or something.

What are you talking about.

Conway.

He was talking about the apocalypse,

the second coming.

Dark entities.

That's just f***, man.

- I almost suffocated.

- Patrick, Patrick.

Look.

Devon spelled out a box.

This is got to be it.

Where's the corpse?

Maybe there never was a corpse.

What're you talking about?

This is where Devon transformed.

Into what?

Remember what Knowles said.

The summoning.

Someone can call upon souls

that were wronged,

and make them

carry out their will.

While they stand there and watch.

He was talking about a living person.

- Where is Knowles?

- Wait.

Are you saying that Devon came back to life?

Devon never died.

Can we go?

Jesus.

Holy sh*t!

I told you Conway was alone.

No.

There's no way he did this.

'Cos he just locked kids up in boxes.

Guys.

Control room.

Check this out.

Oh, okay, okay.

Okay.

Maybe this control the locks.

- Alright here, guys.

- Yeah right.

Hear anything?

- I'll try the windows.

- Okay, okay.

Is that it?

No!

No!

That it!

My child.

Patrick!

Patrick!

Patrick!

Where are you!

Patrick!

- Why won't you let me help you.

- Go. Rory. Get out of here.

Let me help.

I can do this.

No. Rory, come on.

God, Better go.

Go, go, go.

Patrick!

Where are you?

You okay?

Hey, what happened?

What happened? What happened?

Come here.

We got to get out of here, alright.

Come on,

come on.

Stop!

Stop!

Patrick!

Hey!

No!

Patrick!

No.

No.

No, no, no.

No!

No, no, no...

No, no, no...

Look at me, look at me. Look at me.

No!

Look at me!

F***!

Patrick.

Patrick, I had to do this to protect you.

This is the only way.

Slay the flock that killed the shepherd...

Father.

Father.

Father, look at me!

What have you done?

What have you done?

Don't you understand?

You have no comprehension

of what you're dealing with.

Devon was...

no child.

Devon was a vessel of evil.

He was your son!

I have no son.

No.

No.

Patrick.

I don't need your help!

Patrick!

You burn in hell!

Patrick, no!

Aww...!

Oh god...

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You never even asked my name.

My mother love Father Conway.

All she ever wanted was

someone to care.

But we weren't good enough.

He abandoned us.

And she couldn't handle it.

But I grew to accept despair.

And then at 13.

I came here.

I thought he could save me

but he was ashamed.

He locked me away.

I survived so I could come back

to summon all those wronged.

I let Conway live.

So you could kill him.

I knew he would be hurt more

by you than by me.

My child.

He cared more about those spoiled,

pathetic drunks than his own flesh and blood.

And you were his favorite,

right up until you killed him.

No, you made me do it.

I didn't have to.

You're just like everyone else, Patrick.

You don't give a f*** who hurts

as long as it is not you.

She's lying!

Patrick!

Patrick!

Rory!

More chains!

Go!

This way!

B*tch deserved it.

No, she didn't.

Did I kill the junkman?

Don't tell mom.

@KunalStark

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