Malatesta's Carnival of Blood Page #3

I want to help you escape.

That's enough! I want to help you!

You're evil.

No, I'm not, Vena. You must believe me.

I want to take you out of here.

Take you to Johnny.

Take you to your family.

- Why?

- He's come.

He's waiting outside.

- Why? Malatesta's...

- Shh!

He is mad and evil.

Too evil. I want to destroy him.

I didn't realise.

Will you come?

Can you make it? Remember, no noise.

Here, take my hand

- We keep going down.

- Illusion, Vena, dear.

This carnival was constructed over

a series of natural limestone caverns.

That is how Bean kept his family

undetected for so many years.

- Family?

- And they're cannibals, every one.

Most of them have never seen

the light of day.

That's why they look so ghastly.

Live like animals

Nobody's ever told them

that eating people is wrong.

- So how are they to know?

- But you knew.

- Why didn't you tell?

- Ah, but I didn't know at first.

I was driven out of town you know.

Took refuge here.

I thought it was a good future,

this carnival business.

Then I found out I couldn't leave.

You'll be safe here

Safe enough, Vena. This way.

- Oh...

- No!

No!

Stop it!

- Stop it!

- Let me go!

That is enough!

Enough! Enough!

Stop it.

You... you mad woman.

Stop. Stop!

It wouldn't do to have you drugged, Vena.

You must bear the pain

while I drain you of your precious blood.

No! No!

The blood of life. Prosit!

I found her, wandering the cellars.

Surely this isn't forbidden.

You gave me a taste for the blood.

I needed her blood.

You will not deny me this, will you?

Malatesta!

You are still the master, of course.

You will forgive me this lapse.

It will not happen again.

Malatesta!

It is time for you

to see my face, Mr Blood.

No... No!

No. No!

I am a man of a thousand faces, Vena.

Mr Blood has seen my face of madness.

But to you I show a kinder face.

Vena!

- Vena!

- Is that you, Johnny?

Why can't this move?

Hurry, Vena! Hurry!

- Is it really you?

- It's me, Vena.

- Don't worry.

- We've got to get out of here.

No kidding.

My parents. Did you see them?

Yes. They told me...

They told me you were dead too.

Come on, let's go.

- Frank, what was that?

- Nothing.

- I heard something.

- Shut up!

Oh, Frank!

It's nothing.

It's not nothing. It's an omen.

Frank, I say we should get the police.

Can't trust them. They wouldn't come.

We don't know that.

Did anybody come

when the trailer burnt? They saw!

They just wouldn't come. Nobody cares.

Vena's down there, I know it!

- Where are we, Frank?

- I don't know. Under the carnival, I think.

Frank!

Malatesta!

Malatesta, I'm coming after you!

They smell the blood, Vena.

It is not safe here.

You must follow me.

I will take you to safety.

Trust me, Vena.

I will take you to your parents.

I saw you! I saw you!

Ah, no, no, no. Mercy, mercy.

Please. Have pity on poor Bobo.

Please, mercy.

Come along. Don't be afraid.

Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out! Let me out!

Well, looks like another dead end.

You understand, Mr Malatesta,

we have to check these things out.

Of course.

And you think I can get protection

from your fellas in the winter then?

Sure, sure, no problem there.

As a matter of fact,

I wanted to thank you for...

- Come.

- What's this?

Try your skill.

Bobo will be very honoured

if you toss the first ball of the season.

Why, sure, little fella.

- Cute little fella, isn't he?

- Oh, yes.

The old arm's not what it used to be.

Try again. Try again.

Very good!

Excellent, excellent.

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