Nightbreed Page #4

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Where the f*** is he?

Arnie!

Listen, I'm gonna have to get

someone back to you on that...

OK.

Yeah.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh God, what a mess.

Gross me out.

Arnie?

OK, come on. I'll get my

stuff in two minutes.

- What's wrong?

- Why's it so empty?

Must be the rodeo.

I smell blood.

It's OK.

Shere Neck Police.

Boone!

Next door...

It was Decker.

Decker did this.

Boone, what's wrong? What is it?

I don't want you to see. Get out!

Boone, I'm not gonna leave you!

Get in! Go! Go!

They're coming!

Go!

Freeze!

Up, up, up! Get him up!

Christ, he stinks.

What are you looking at?

Move.

Captain?

You are a freak and a cannibal.

And you've come to the wrong town.

Get the door.

I'm gonna give you something

to remember me by.

F***ing cannibal.

Creep.

Put him in my custody right now!

- Still here, huh?

- I'm gonna go back to Midian with you.

Yeah... I'll be right there.

Well I'm not going anywhere with you,

I've got a press conference to deal with.

You tell him I've got

Boone under control.

Don't trust him. He changes.

Sure he does.

Eigerman!

- He was right about the motel.

- So what?

- So maybe there are others.

- What are you talking about, monsters?

A cult, I don't know.

We should check it out.

- You wanna go out there?

- Yeah.

- OK, we'll go out there. Pettine.

- Yo Chief.

You and some of the boys take

Inspector Joyce here out to Midian.

When you get out there,

look around that graveyard.

You see anything with more than

two eyes, give me a holler.

In the mean time I've got a

press conference. Goodbye.

Hey! Doctor's here to

examine you, freak

just so no one can say

we laid one finger on you.

He looks okay to me.

What do you think, Doc?

No pulse.

- What's that?

- The man is dead.

Has Boone made a confession?

They found traces of

human flesh in his system.

Does that answer your question?

- Cannibalism?

- Sounds like that, doesn't it sweetheart?

Is this the same Aaron Boone that was

shot down in Midian four days ago?

What are you talking about?

The man that was shot in

Midian was Aaron Boone.

Excuse me.

What the hell are you

trying to do to me!?

I don't understand what the

hell's going on around here!

Now how many bullets did they

pull out of that geek up in Midian?

- Why?

- Why? You tell him why!

- I can't get a pulse on him.

- Jesus Christ!

Are you saying he's dead?

Not lying down dead, my friend.

Walkin' around in my f***in' cell dead!

Now what do you got

to say about that?

Christ. You can hide an army in here.

- What exactly are we looking for, Sarge?

- We're here to kick some major league butt.

- We're here to scout, not engage.

- What about if they engage us?

What about that?

There's people down there.

I can feel it.

Why don't we shoot them in their graves?

Save us digging new ones.

I don't know, maybe we're all just spooked.

Who would want to live in a graveyard?

What do you say, Inspector?

Let's just call it a day.

Head for home!

No, no, no! Ahhh!

You want we should

interrogate it, Inspector?

- Give him some air.

- What the hell for?

Can't you see there's

something wrong with him?

- Help me, please!

- Get him off me!

Get off me!

- Jesus...

- Christ on a crutch.

He was just dust?

It was the sun. The sun did it.

We've got the perfect weapon,

right over our heads.

Yeah... Just until it goes down.

Oh no. Sh*t! Pettine!

Goddammit, get out here!

Who did it?

Pettine, what's your status?

They torched our car! Lousy freaks!

Kane, get in here.

Yes, sir?

I think it's about time we

go out there, don't you?

Reverend Ashberry,

your services are required.

He looks like a drunk.

He is a drunk, lost his way

the poor son of a b*tch.

Now you wouldn't want to miss

the Judgment Day, would you?

The Apocalypse? It's here?

They're warming up

for it over at Midian.

What I want you to do is go over

to your church, get crosses,

and prayer books, and Bibles,

and whatever the hell else you people use.

'Cause we're going out

there with God on our side.

Officer Kane, show him.

OK.

We've got your spankin' new H and K G3

.308 NATO semi-automatic assault rifle.

Blowback action and

retractable bipods.

For standard combat

firepower, can't beat it.

For the sportsman in the crowd...

we carry this handy pump-action

Frenchie eliminator.

This is the lightweight

single barrel size.

A perfect gift selection

for ladies and juniors.

That's fabulous, really. Terrific.

You can always count

on friendly garrote.

Whether it's Commies, freaks or Third

World Y-chromosome mutants, we are there.

Sons of the free.

Hey, freak-face, we found your pals.

And they're gonna fry, just like you.

Please, get in.

- Rachel?

- Lori, now.

- What?

- Close the door.

OK, what?

We have to get Boone back,

Midian needs him.

Why? What can he do?

He went into Baphomet's chamber.

He spoke to the baptizer.

And survived.

Nobody ever did that before.

Maybe Baphomet told him something,

something that could save Midian.

Hey, Constable Labowitz,

something to blow your brains?

- Beauties.

- All right!

Suck on that.

Hey, who's there?

What's the problem?

No problem!

Sh*t!

Hold him!

You all right, Coback?

Where is he? Where's Boone?

Cell 3, through the door.

I love a coward!

Don't think you're

getting sprung, freak!

No way they get through

that door, it's solid steel!

You hear me, freak!?

Jesus Christ!

Ray!

I do not want to hurt you.

Naughty, naughty.

- I want you to wait out here.

- Brave girl.

Boone?

Stay away from me.

I'll hurt you.

I don't think so. Whatever you

are, I'm not afraid of you.

No time for hoochie-coochie.

Are we going?

So Moses spoke to the people saying,

"Arm yourselves for war and let them

go and take vengeance for the Lord"

"...on Midian."

"And so they burned with fire

all the cities where they dwelt"

"and killed the kings of Midian,

both man and beast."

Ooo, Doc, it sounds like we're going

head-to-head with the Devil himself.

- I don't believe in the Devil.

- Oh, but you will.

Alright, let's move in.

Plastic explosives at every intersection.

Tripwires outside the biggest tombs.

Figure those will be the

major escape routes.

- How much time?

- Five minutes.

All right, pull back to the

perimeter before we lose the light

- ...there's movement underground.

- Captain.

Stop! Jesus, Reverend, not there.

We've got claymores planted

in the undergrowth.

We've made a mistake.

There's no evil.

No, you're not listening to me!

It's wrong, it's sacrilege!

- This is holy ground!

- Go back to the perimeter, you pinhead.

You brought me here because

I'm a man of God and...

Hang around here any longer and

you'll be sitting in his left hand.

No you get the f*** out of here,

you sorry son of a b*tch.

Claymore's gonna cut his nuts

off faster than a hedge clipper.

Move it! Move it, move it!

Only a mile or two more.

What are you doing here, Decker?

You'll miss all the fun.

There's a shortcut near here.

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