Legion Page #4

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next to the Car Barn.

Atkins...

...I saw it.

I watched him...

...die.

I think...

...the man in cell 11...

...is Damien Karras.

It's a wonderful life.

Who are you?

I am no one.

Many.

Are you Damien Karras?

You haven't any medical records

for him, have you?

- No tedious fingerprints.

- Are you Karras?

I am the Gemini Killer, James Venamun.

- The Gemini is dead.

- No, not quite.

Remember Karen?

Little ribbons in her hair?

Yellow ribbons.

I killed her.

After all, it was inevitable,

wasn't it?

"A divinity shapes our ends,"

and all that.

I picked her up in Richmond.

And then I dropped her off

at the city dump.

Some of her. Some of her I kept.

I'm a saver.

Pretty dress she was wearing.

Little peasant blouse, pink...

...and white ruffles.

I still hear from her occasionally,

screaming.

I think the dead should shut up

unless there's something to say.

I also killed the black boy,

by the river.

And the priests.

Oh, yes, their names began with a K.

That modicum at least

I was able to insist upon.

You see, they were off

my beaten track. I kill at random.

That's the thrill of it.

No motive. That's the fun.

The black boy and the priests

were different.

I was obliged to settle

a score on behalf of...

...well...

...a friend.

- What friend?

- A friend over there.

On the other side, one needs friends.

There is suffering there.

- They can be cruel.

- Who is "they"?

Never mind. I cannot tell you. It's...

...forbidden.

I do that rather well.

Don't you think?

Well, why not? After all...

...I've been taught by the master.

Who is that?

The one.

There is only one.

- Who's this Damien you mentioned?

- Don't you know?

I know nothing, except I must go on

killing Daddy. I must shame him.

Do the papers call these

Gemini killings?

You must get them to do that.

It's important.

- The Gemini is dead.

- No, I am not! I'm alive!

I go on! I breathe! Look at me!

Look at me and tell me what you see!

I see a man who looks

like Damien Karras.

If you looked with

the eyes of faith...

...you'd see me.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Your blindness.

Tell the press that I am the Gemini,

lieutenant, or I will punish you.

- Punish me?

- Yes.

- What are you talking about?

- Do you dance?

What do you mean?

I like plays.

The good ones. Shakespeare.

I like Titus Andronicus the best.

It's sweet.

Incidentally...

...did you know that

you are talking to an artist?

I sometimes do special things

to my victims.

Things that are creative.

Of course, it takes knowledge,

pride in your work.

For example:

A decapitated head

can continue to see...

...for approximately 20 seconds.

So when I have one that's cocking...

...I always hold it up

so that it can see its body.

It's a little extra I throw in

for no added charge.

I must admit, it makes me

chuckle every time.

Life is fun.

It's a wonderful life, in fact...

...for some.

It's too bad about poor Father Dyer.

I killed him, you know.

An interesting problem,

but finally it worked.

First, a bit of

the old succinylcholine...

...to permit one to work

without annoying distractions.

Then a 3-foot catheter...

...threaded directly into

the inferior vena cava...

...or the superior vena cava.

It's a matter of taste.

Then the tube moves

through the vein...

...under the crease of the arm, into

the vein that leads into the heart.

And then you just hold up the legs

and you squeeze the blood manually...

...into the tube

from the arms and the legs.

There's shaking and pounding at

the end for the dregs. It isn't perfect.

There's a little blood left,

I'm afraid.

But, regardless...

...the overall effect is astonishing.

Isn't that really

what counts in the end?

Yes, of course. Good show biz,

lieutenant. The effect!

And then...

...off comes the head without

spilling one single drop of blood.

Now, I call that

showmanship, lieutenant.

Then of course, no one notices.

Pearls before...

Oh, a few boos from the gallery,

I see.

That's all right. I understand.

I've been dull.

Well, I shall liven things up

for you a bit, lieutenant.

The master is throwing me

a scrap from his table.

A little reward for faithful service.

Something fun.

Something random, something my way.

Good night, moon.

Good night, air.

Good night, Amy.

Telling her beads.

Her beads.

- He passed out.

- Again?

- He's hemorrhaging.

- The man in that cell...

...knows the details of a girl's

murder that happened years ago.

A Gemini killing that

wasn't in the papers.

His goddamn nose is broken!

When I said the man in cell 11

fell unconscious, you said something.

Really?

- Yes, I think you said, "Again?"

- Might've done.

- It's happened before?

- Yes, it has.

Many times?

No, not really.

It's just been this week.

I think the first time was Sunday.

- And again?

- The next day.

- lf you want exact times, it's...

- On your chart.

- That's right.

- Any other times?

- Yesterday morning, before we found...

- Yes. That's all right.

I'm very sorry.

When this happens, does it

seem like normal sleep?

Nothing's normal about that man.

- You seem a bit pleased about that.

- It's quite unusual.

His autonomic system slows to a crawl.

His heartbeat, his temperature...

...his breathing.

But his brain wave activity

accelerates.

Accelerates?

Okay, keep that on until the weekend.

- You're most kind.

- I'm a b*tch.

Have you told the man in cell 11

what happened to Father Dyer?

- No, of course not.

- Might anyone else have told him?

- Why would they?

- I don't know.

I don't, either.

- Thanks again, miss.

- Why did you hit him?

- Take it easy on that hand.

- I will.

"Save your servant."

That's something our friend

in cell 11 said once.

- "Save your servant"?

- Keeps running through my mind.

- Odd expression.

- What was odd was how he said it.

How was that?

It was just his voice.

It was different.

- Different how?

- He sounded decent. Nice.

Completely different.

There was so much emotion

in his voice. He sounded...

I don't know. Desperate.

And what else has

he said in this voice?

Only one other thing.

What was that, miss?

He said, "Kill it."

"Save your servant

who trusts in you, my God.

Let him find in you a fortified

tower in the face of the enemy."

The Lord is my light and my salvation.

The Lord is the defender of my life.

My life.

"And Jesus said to the man

who was possessed:

'What is your name?'

And he answered:

'Legion, for we are many."'

Many.

- Good night, Daddy.

- Good night, Julie.

- It's so late.

- Yes, it is.

Very late.

God! Can't I get any sleep?

- What do you want?

- I'm sorry.

Bad enough you wake me

at 5:
30 to eat.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry? You do this on purpose.

- What's your name? I'm reporting you.

- Amy Keating.

Angels of mercy. Horseshit.

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine. I'm just

a little jumpy. That's all.

She was slit down the middle.

Cut open...

...and all her vital organs

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