Left For Dead Page #3

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Nothing.

Why her?

I am a man.

We're not built for just one woman. That's the problem.

Here,

you need me to fix the problem?

Be careful, Clem.

Why her, huh?

Why?

She needed me.

I never felt you did.

It was nice, Clem.

She wears dresses.

The only dress you ever wore is the one you got on now.

And after all...

After all, Clem,

I've never loved her.

Then why did you stick so close to her, huh, instead of getting away and coming back to me?

I was waiting for the baby...

for the baby.

I wanted to take him as soon as he was delivered.

You've seen her Clem...

You've seen her Clem... she's too weak to raise a child.

I just wanted to bring back something better than gold for you.

That's it.

Found what you're looking for?

I give up.

I give up.

I'm sorry.

I'm not like the others. I'm not like Mary.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Want a smoke?

- A friendly gesture?

- Yeah, sure, sure.

Here.

Mobius. Mobius. Mobius.

Is it over?

Is it, Mama?

Here you go.

He's gone.

It's my gold!

That hole!

Hey, everybody,

come out! Olie killed the ghost!

He isn't breathing.

I stabbed him. He is not God, like the legend says.

He's dead.

He's dead!

I don't know.

- You don't think he's dead?

- No.

You can have this back.

I thought you were dead!

You must really hate me.

I got us into this.

Messed around with Blake when you swore him off.

I'm not the one that hates you.

Who are you talking about?

Blake doesn't hate me.

Your father hated you...

for what you remind him of...

of me.

My father?

I don't have a father. You said I never had a father.

You're putting too much stress on the baby.

That's it.

Remember that time...

that time we went fishing at Eagle Creek?

Yeah.

We used all sorts of bait...

bread, sardine, minnow,

but the fish didn't care.

They just let that stuff float on down the stream.

Just takes the right bait.

Mary...

she's the bait.

And we're the stuff that floats on down the stream.

My father was a preacher?

He made bad places good,

swore never to leave them until they were,

even...

tried to tame a wild mining town called Amnesty...

with faith...

and not with force.

Your father... sinned,

when he fell in love with me,

when he made love to me.

He had a wife waiting at home for him.

And everyone found out when out of the blue she turned up in Amnesty.

Mama?

It was in that bad time...

that I had a vision.

Mother Lord told me what I had to do.

I banded all the women together...

and we put Amnesty to death.

Please, no more. Please.

Please, no more. Please.

Keep what you took from me.

Let's trade.

Mother Lord show you a way yet?

- What's your plan?

- Mobius can't be stopped,

- but Olie showed us we can slow him down.

- Right.

I can keep Mobius busy from here and give you enough time to get to the bridge and out of here.

Blake...

take this.

Once you reach the front gates,

be sure to hit Mobius with enough trigger music so I can join you.

Mary here will be going out first.

Why am I to be first?

Blake and Michelle are going out after you. She needs his help getting away.

If I'm covering his ass, I'm covering hers.

Keeps it all honest, wouldn't you say?

Coin flips both ways.

You could go first.

I could go last.

Being last means trusting Blake and me

to help you out once we're at the gates.

Besides,

you're in a bad way.

You need a puff of Mother Lord soon enough or you won't be no use to anyone.

Are you ready to carry your bride across the threshold?

Let's go.

Just in case we don't make it,

maybe we should all cleanse our souls.

Anything to confess, Blake?

He didn't rape me.

Blake didn't do anything.

Well,

other than what I begged him to do.

You slut!

I just thought,

if she forced him to marry me,

it would force him to love me.

The look Blake gives you...

he never lent me a stare like that.

Oh, no,

he's after Mama.

Hey,

it's better that you don't see this.

Whore.

Is it working?

Yeah,

it is working.

Go on, Blake, now!

Right.

Now it's time to let the bait slip right off the hook.

They screwed you.

You should be used to that by now.

Can't blame them for putting some bullets in you.

I sure am glad they saved the last ones for me.

I want to hear you...

beg!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, where's Mama?

- Where's Mama? I can't leave her.

- Shh.

Keep looking for her and all you'll see is the bastard's gun in your face.

All right?

Don't go too far.

It's hurting me awful!

We have to keep moving.

So...

I see that you're a whore's daughter.

Don't call her that, you son of a b*tch!

Didn't tell you, did she? Your mother was a whore,

the biggest one in this town Amnesty.

Every man took a dip or two or three in your mom and your mom's little whores...

Rosa, Cota, the whole slutty bunch.

Couldn't you smell it on her?

You never lose that stink,

whore stench.

Some of that smell rubbed off on you, little girl.

Tempting married men just like your mom,

just like the whore you are, huh?

That collar...

my father wore one.

You killed him.

Did you steal it from him? Is that his?

Yes,

it belonged to your father.

All right.

It won't do much good anyhow.

Think I won't shoot you,

because you aren't armed?

I think you won't pull a trigger on a friend,

even if he stands between you and revenge.

There.

Now I don't have a friend standing between me

and revenge.

His gun!

It hurt him!

Blake!

Sometimes

the answers aren't so easy.

How do you think I feel?

You didn't even see the end.

I wish I could see anything else,

but those sights are burned deep into my eyeballs.

I made his wish come true.

I gave him something else to see.

Michelle, that's it.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Feels...

like life

is being squeezed out of me.

We aren't gonna make it to the front gates.

Hey,

try to stand up.

Okay,

now follow me.

I can't make it.

Just leave me behind.

Oh, God.

Keep on yelling like this and Mobius won't need eyes to find us.

Haven't you heard the stories?

Nobody leaves here alive unless I let them.

I'm sure as hell not letting you go...

this time.

It hurts!

Shut her up, damn it.

- We've got problems.

- Shh.

Shh.

Come on, come on, come on. Shh. Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.

Shh. Shh, breathe.

Is my mom dead?

Come on, Clem,

you can tell me.

I don't care.

Is it wrong if I feel like this?

It'd be wrong if you didn't.

Sounds like she treated you awful.

Your mom's dead, hon.

It's okay.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's okay.

These tears are not for her.

They're for me.

Because now I won't know how if feels to have a mother, you know.

I feel like I'll never know what it'd be like to be one.

Maybe it'd be like this.

Take this.

No, I can't.

He promised...

to get me away from here,

out of Hell's Crossing.

I loved him.

But he loves you.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Take this.

There's about three sheets left, okay?

Save it for when you're in the peaks. Don't waste it all on the valleys.

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