Necronomicon: Book of Dead Page #3

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No.

What the hell do you want from me!?

Your both crazy!

No!

Get her away from me!

I know, I know. Come on Al!

I just came over to see...

whatever happened to you...

and somebody knocked

me over the head.

We gotta get out of here! Come on!

- Al!

- She knows too much!

She can't be trusted, Richard.

She ran away once,

and she'll run away again.

- She'll go to the police!

- No!

We can't let her go. Ever!

- No!

- It's the only way, Richard!

No!

No, there is no other way.

Without fresh spinal fluid...

I lose my senses.

I smell nothing.

I taste nothing.

I can't even feel you.

No.

Richard!

Em... i... ly.

I'm pregnant...

with his baby.

Lena saved my mother...

but only because she knew

the baby was Richard's.

His last legacy.

The baby born was me.

So your telling me that

Richard Madden, and Lena Kamen...

killed all those people...

for their spinal fluid?

Then how come 3 more bodies...

turned up all with the same M.O....

- after Madden melted?

- I cannot answer that.

You know, you tell this story

pretty well Miss Osterman.

Almost like it happened to you.

My mother and I were very close.

Well I have this sick hunch...

that you and your mother

are the same person.

That would be impossible,

Mr. Porkel, now wouldn't it?

Not if you picked up

this strange disease...

when you slept with Madden.

I mean, you said it yourself:

He didn't seem to age.

Your right, Mr. Porkel.

I am Emily.

The disease which

afflicted Dr. Madden...

and now afflicts me...

is nothing more than death itself.

I did not survive that gunshot.

But life goes on.

You, you f***ing drugged me!

Unfortunately, the air

conditioning unit...

in this building is old

and prone to break down...

on hot days such as this one.

So rather than wait

for an emergency...

I prefer to keep well stocked.

You see, I need spinal fluid

to feel his baby inside me!

You see, for years this

baby lay inside me...

kicking, but never born.

All we can do is hope.

Isn't that right, Lena.

That's right, Emily

The inner city wasteland.

Once home to Philadelphia's

finest, and most God fearing...

is now lorded over

by a self-styled god.

A miscreate known as "The Butcher".

Goddamnit Sarah, slow down!

What the hell you trying

to prove anyway?

I'm not trying to prove anything.

I'm pursuing a suspect.

This is bullshit! Now pull over!

Look, don't bring

the burglar into this.

We both got too much at stake here.

This is 2-Carl-9 heading

east on Seventh Street...

in pursuit of a gray Nova,

license plate YVU169.

Damnit!

Suspect is driving reckless

and refuses to listen to reason.

Request air support. Over.

Okay, goddamnit.

Alright! You wanna hurt me!?

Slam on your breaks. Smash my

head into the f***in' dashboard!

But don't play with me, Sarah.

I know we shouldn't have

slept together, okay.

You want me to quit? I'll quit.

You want me to leave? I will leave!

But I'm not gonna let

you hurt yourself!

I'm scared, Paul.

I'm scared to be a mother.

Sarah!

Sarah!

Paul? Paul?

Paul?

This is 2-Carl-9.

I'm at Seventh and Crimson...

requesting back-up and

medical ASAP. Over.

Repeat, requesting back-up and

medical ASAP, do you copy?

Sh*t!

Stop!

Help, Sarah!

No!

- Oh, boy!

- I'm a police officer!

Now get over here, now!

What the hell have you

done with my partner?

You followed the gray Nova

down here. Am I right?

That's how he usually does it. Yeah.

Never seen him catch a

cop before though.

You telling me that wasn't you

driving that gray Nova?

Well, ah... I'm a Cadillac man myself.

Don't f*** with me!

The man your probably

looking for is the Butcher.

Where can I find this Butcher?

Well technically he's supposed to pay me rent

'cause I own this building top to bottom.

If you own this building

open the door. Now!

Lost all the keys.

Strangest thing.

This building has a bad habit of swallowing

things up just like they never existed.

I wanna get down below!

I wanna get down now!

Well, why didn't you say so?

Move it.

Darling, hold your fire!

Harold? That you, Harold?

Oh, Harold what's goin' on?

"What" is you just about

shot a police officer!

I'm sorry, dear, but I

thought it was him.

Somehow that skunk's

gettin' out, Harold.

The Butcher? Where's he getting out?

Don't you worry, Daisy.

I called the cops.

We got a fine officer on the case,

although she doesn't have a badge.

Fine officer indeed.

Smells very pretty.

Pretty is fine.

- Let's go.

- Okay, okay.

Now be careful with this floor girl. Looks like

the missus just mopped up around here.

Don't want you slippin' and

slappin' a law suit on us too.

Show me where he's getting out.

Over here.

There's a tunnel in there.

Harold locked it up.

Good lord! What's happenin', girl?

Lily, I think she's hurt herself.

No, it's okay, it's okay.

You sit right down here, dear.

Right here, that's fine.

Are you pregnant, young lady?

I always wanted to have kids.

You got a million reasons against it:

- "I'm too young," or "I'm too old."

- I wasn't too young, and I'm not too old.

Shut up! Just shut up.

All I wanna do is find my partner.

You just get me in the tunnel.

You can't go down there by

yourself. The Butcher!

You're comin' with me.

Alrighty. Um... I'll go clear it out.

Your partner, he's the father isn't he?

Well, you're not wrong to be scared.

The thought of bringing a new life

into this world is a scary notion.

What's takin' your husband

so goddamn long?

Almost got it cleared out.

He's not my husband. I just

met him up on the streets...

a couple of weeks ago.

He told me he owns this building.

Did he tell you that?

What else did he tell ya?

I don't have time for this crap!

I'll bet he didn't tell ya...

the Butcher's an alien.

- A what?

- Oh, yeah.

He's been down here since

before the dinosaurs...

- if you can believe it.

- Aliens, huh?

Ready, if you are.

What in the hell is this place?

You believe in heaven?

What about hell?

I don't believe in anything.

This whole place harks back to a

time when things were simpler.

A time when you could put your

faith in something real.

Would ya look at these stones?

People used to pass through this

tunnel just like we're doin' now.

But they didn't believe in no God neither.

Only they weren't huntin' some butcher.

They were the butchers.

I came down here once...

Forgot to light these.

Without 'em, we'd have a heck

of a time findin' our way back.

Do you know where we're going?

Yeah I--I thought that we were

looking for your partner's trail.

Wait a minute. It looks like there's

two sets of tracks here.

Well, you don't think your partner's

the first one down here, do ya?

They don't call him the

Butcher for nothin'.

Your wife said that she thinks that...

that the Butcher's an alien.

Well that's... that's ridiculous.

Truth is, the Butcher's

workin' for aliens...

but he isn't one himself.

See, my guess is,

he's bettin' God's a goner.

Puttin' all his chips on another horse.

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