Ominous Page #3

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Jacob? Jacob?

Here, Mommy.

Jacob.

Hey.

I just heard

about what happened.

-Are you okay?

-Yeah, we're just a bit shaken up.

They said a number of people were

brought in to the emergency room,

but nobody seems to

know what caused it.

Well, the news is calling it some

kind of freak weather thing.

We got lucky.

I'm just glad

you both are okay.

Hey, what do you say we get

some pizza on the way home.

-Would you like that?

-Sure.

Come on.

Jacob.

Time for bed.

Make sure

he brushes his teeth, too.

You hear that? Mommy says it's

time to brush your teeth.

Jacob?

Jacob?

Are you here?

What is it?

Have you seen Jacob?

Not since earlier.

I thought he was in here.

My God. Jacob.

-Jacob?

-Jacob?

He couldn't have

gotten far. Come on.

Hello?

Such a shame

about Jeremy.

I don't think I got a chance

to offer my condolences.

Tell me, Father...

What was it like to bring that

blade down on your own son's neck?

He wasn't my son.

Father, you're

losing your touch.

Such a pity.

I'm not gonna let

you do what you did

to my son and I,

to anyone else.

-I gave him a little life.

-You turned him into a monster.

Well, one man's monster

is another man's God.

Yeah, but my God will win.

AND THE DEVIL WHO

HAD DECEIVED THEM...

WAS THROWN INTO THE LAKE...

OF FIRE AND SULFUR...

WHERE THE BEAS AND FALSE PROPHET WERE...

AND WHERE THEY:

WILL BE TORMENTED...

DAY!

AND NIGHT!

FOREVER!

Good-bye, Vetus Amicus.

So filled with anger,

consumed with vengeance you could

smell, but you couldn't taste.

Tell me, old friend.

Where's your God now?

So much suffering.

What kind of a God would

let his child endure it?

Did your son cry out for mercy

before you cut his head off?

Perhaps he's watching now.

I wonder whose side he's on.

Jacob.

Jacob?

Jacob?

Jacob?

Jacob?

Come on.

He's getting

stronger, isn't he?

He's the one.

I feel it.

Jacob?

Jacob?

-Daddy?

-My God.

Mommy?

I'm ready

to come home now.

I think we'd better go.

Now, you can't

just run off like that.

You understand that,

don't you?

Jacob?

I understand, Mommy.

Michael?

Michael?

There's something

I need to do.

"The Discipuli is a secret

society of wealthy noblemen

"dating back to

17th-century Rome.

"They dedicated their lives

to manipulating bloodlines

"in order to give

birth to a true Antichrist,

"Satan himself

reborn in human form.

"The Discipuli believed

"that the birth

and rise of Satan

"would usher in a new age,

"in which they could achieve

limitless power and wealth."

My God.

Father Francis?

Yeah, he was in room 156.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Officer? Officers?

Officer, you need to

talk to this guy.

"After initial efforts failed,

the Discipuli realized

"that their young subjects

must be offered willingly

"by their

parents as sacrifices."

"The children would become a

vessel for the Antichrist

"until reaching maturity,

"at which point

their real potential,

"the devil within,

will awaken."

-What are you doing?

-You scared me.

I scared you?

-What the hell is going on, Michael?

-Nothing.

Is this about what

the priest told you?

-Where were you tonight?

-It doesn't matter.

Look, I've been thinking.

We should leave.

-What?

-Everything that's happened tonight...

This week...

We should leave

town for a while.

-For Jacob.

-For... for Jacob?

And where would you

like to go, exactly?

Here.

-What's this?

-It's an address.

The Stranger gave it to me.

The Stranger? When?

At the park, he said

we'd be safe there.

What do you mean, safe?

We promised to protect Jacob.

You remember?

Yeah.

You remember what he said? We can't allow

anything to happen to him at any cost.

And he's our son.

Right.

So what's the problem?

You're probably right.

Why don't you put a bag together,

and I'll finish up here, okay?

-Really?

-Yeah.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why don't you go in and get some

snacks for the road while I fill up?

Good idea.

I'll be right back.

We'll be here.

Quiet tonight?

Thanks.

Have a good one.

I'm sorry.

What happened? My God,

we have to save him.

-No, no, no. Don't.

-Get off of me!

-Rachel.

-Help me. There's a child in the car!

He's your son!

No, he's not!

Jacob!

It can't be.

-Rachel. Rachel, no.

-Jacob.

How could you do this?

Rachel. Rachel,

Rachel, please.

Have you found

my wife and son?

We'll get to that, Mr. Field.

No, you don't understand.

You have to find them.

You know how many murders we

had in this town last year?

Go on, go ahead, guess.

-We're wasting time.

-None.

You know how many we had

the year before that?

None?

Smarter than you

look, Mr. Field.

Do you know this man?

No.

That's funny, 'cause

I got three witnesses

that put you in his hotel room

hours after the time of his death.

We'll get back to him.

How about this man?

It's that...

That priest from the church.

Now, the witnesses say

you were the only one

that went up there

and tried to help him.

In fact, you were the one that

actually put out the flames.

Is that true?

Yes.

Okay, well,

here's my problem.

I haven't had a murder in

this town in two years.

Now I got two dead priests,

and the only connection

between them both is you.

Are you sure you

don't know this man?

Father Francis and I met up at a

restaurant a couple days ago.

I was having family issues.

He said he wanted to help.

Now, if you could just

help me find my wife and son.

Wait. What's going on?

What are you doing?

What's going on?

Too many eyes and ears.

Here's the truth.

I've been following Father

Francis for a while now,

ever since he fled the city

after murdering his son.

That's not

exactly what happened.

I know about

the Discipuli cult.

I know that Father Francis

was following them.

Children rising

from the grave,

death and destruction following

them wherever they go.

Six victims succumbed

to their injuries

just this afternoon.

If you knew it

was happening...

Why didn't you do

something about it?

I told you,

lots of eyes and ears.

We're talking about

a secret society here.

It's been around

for hundreds of years.

That's a hell of

a lot of influence.

What I need is

an active case.

You're talking about Jacob.

Do you happen to

know where they went?

They gave my wife an address.

Can you write

that down, please?

No, I don't need to.

I'm going.

You're the prime suspect

in an attempted murder case.

-You're not going anywhere.

-I don't care.

You can cuff me,

shackle me, do what you want.

But I'm going with you.

Hello?

Is there anybody here?

Welcome.

I'm glad to see you.

What is this place?

Someplace safe.

Do come.

Please, make

yourselves at home.

After all,

it's been put here for you.

Quite the collection.

Reminders of

a rich and storied history.

You know, we've been waiting

for this a long time.

I want you to know

how dedicated we all are

to seeing you reach

your full potential.

What potential is that?

Don't be

concerned, Rachel.

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