Phantasm: Ravager Page #2

[frightened stutter]

Reggie.

What brings you to this...

God-forsaken place, Reggie?

[frightened breathing]

Well, I'm searching

for my friend and his brother.

Oh, I've lost so many friends.

And I'm afraid this body of mine

is almost finished.

You know, Reggie,

I'm sorry to be

the bearer of bad tidings,

but I believe

they bring us here... to die.

They? What?

You'll never be safe.

JEBEDIAH:

I'm always watching you.

[gasps]

[sighs]

Wow, it's really early.

It's like the crack of d...

[laughs]

Dawn, Dawn.

Her name is Dawn.

Hey, Dawn!

How would you feel about me

hanging around here

a couple of days?

Sure is beautiful here.

- [sighs]

- [distant rummaging]

[creaking]

Hmm.

Dawn!

Hey, are you awake yet?

[creaking]

Dawn?

[object shatters]

[metal whirring]

Dawn?

[whirring continues]

[choking coughs]

[drilling]

No!

[pants]

[garbled whir]

[shots clank]

[chuckles].

Hey.

[speaking Bulgarian]

[questioning tone]

Shh, shh, shh, you need

to shut the hell up, Dude.

- [speaks in Bulgarian]

- Shh, shh!

- [shouts]

- Settle down.

- [shouts louder]

- No, no, no, look, look.

See, eh?

See?

Wait, wait, wait, you...

Wait, you're... you're...

You're Dawn's farmhand, right?

[stutters]

Demeter!

You're Demeter, right?

- [hesitant tone]

- I'm Reggie.

[shouts]

[shushes, whispers]

Seriously!

[continues shouting]

[horse neighs]

[frantic neighs]

[horse screams]

[orb drilling]

[screams]

[silence]

Dude, bad news about your horse.

[orb whirs]

[wood creaks]

[whirring intensifies]

[creaking]

[silence]

[drilling]

[clattering]

[metal scrapes]

[orb whirs]

[Speaks Bulgarian]

Will you shut

the f*** up, please?!

[emotional speech]

- [shouts]

- No, no, no!

Now you f***in' did it.

[screams]

[drilling]

[gargled coughs]

[screaming]

[gagging]

No, no, no.

[gargled breaths]

MIKE:

Reggie.

Hey, Reggie.

You still with me?

Where'd you go?

Some place else.

It's all starting

to run together.

Hey, you got

to listen to me, Mike.

There's this threat.

Have you seen it?

[sighs]

Seems like I'm the only one

that wants to stop it.

Well, you told me about it

several times.

You know

the grave-robbing guy

from another dimension.

He does seem like

a pretty potent adversary.

You should know more

than anyone else.

I've been thinking a lot

about what you've been saying

over the last few weeks.

Seriously, you know,

there are...

There are some

schools of thought out there,

some philosophies, religions,

some quantum physics even,

that suggest the possibility

that one can be

in two places at once,

along some kind

of shifting time stream...

Parallel universes,

you know stuff like that.

There's this one theory

called membrane theory.

It's the idea that

thousands of universes

are all sort of spherically

stacked against one another,

and ours is just one of them.

At the places where

these universes touch...

Uh, I'll just send you the book.

Mike, you're not

listening to me.

Books, I don't need!

A f***ing four-barrel shotgun

is more like it!

Man, you are not

listening to me!

Wake up!

That son-of-a-b*tch

put me here!

He put you here too!

- Wake up, man!

- Don't get agitated.

Okay?

Please, just relax.

All right?

It's probably time

I should bring you back.

Everything's all right.

MICHAEL:
[voice echoes]

Everything is all right.

[deep pitch, garbled]

Everything's all right.

[rattling]

[owl hoots]

[mutters]

MAN:

[voice echoes] Reggie.

[loud creaking]

[orb whirs]

[sighs]

[heavy breathing]

I don't know, Mike.

Do I want to die here...

a crazy old man in some bed...

my body eventually...

thrown in a box

and stuffed in

a wall somewhere...

[heavy breathing]

rotting away to nothing?

Or do I want to

go out on my feet...

shoving four barrels

of f***ing hell

down their goddamn throats?

[chuckles]

Our paths cross again.

You've got me in some kind

of trap here, don't you?

Where the hell is this?

Not where, when.

The year is 1979.

The funeral home

where first we met.

You called it Morningside.

In three days, your younger self

will attend a funeral here,

and events will

be set in motion.

Right, yeah.

[chuckles]

You've tried to thrust yourself

in my way for years now,

but what has it got you?

You loved ones, all gone.

[angry breathing]

You slaughtered my family.

[huffing] You...

They're all dead!

None of you ever listen.

When the time comes,

they don't die.

They come to me.

And your point?

You want to see

your family again?

I'll give them to you.

Your wife, your daughter...

I could return them

to you alive, healthy

if I were so inclined.

Where are they?

But I would require

something from you

in exchange.

And that is?

I have plans

to make things better

for everyone.

Just stay out of my way.

[voice echoes, garbled]

Let the plan complete itself.

I want my friend Mike back,

and his brother too.

[echoes] No.

You stay away from him.

He is mine...

always.

Perhaps you need time

to think this over...

but be quick.

There's little time left.

[voice echoes]

[sighs]

[whispers]

Great.

[gasping]

[footsteps echo]

[creature roars]

[gun c*cks]

[creature trots]

[creature huffs]

[whirring]

[metal scraping]

[loud banging]

[glass clinking]

[metal scrapes]

[scraping]

[high-pitch scream]

[thuds]

[distant rattling]

[creature roars]

[c*cks gun]

[creature grunts]

[footsteps patter]

[machine gun firing]

[groans]

- [creature moaning]

- [infrastructure groans]

Have you considered my offer?

Yeah.

Go back to hell.

Yours or mine?

One might say

we're in it together.

[gunfire]

Your playthings don't work here.

You could leave

this rat race if you chose,

and be with your family again,

but my generosity is fleeting.

You'll have no more chances

beyond this moment.

Do you think I want

your reanimated zombies?

[harsh breathing]

But I will take back my friend

Mike and his brother Jody.

If you free them,

I'll step out of your way.

Why?

Why are you so obsessed

with these two friends?

You could never understand.

It's called loyalty.

Those frail human

emotions again.

Do you not understand?

Your kind are simply

skin sacks of water and meat.

And when a few

random electrons fire off

in that puny brain of yours,

you're ready

to annihilate yourself

for this... this feeble

sensation you call loyalty.

Like I said...

Well, I guess it's time

for me to be going.

You brought this on yourself.

You're an unwanted pawn

in the game.

Your tenacity's amused me,

and I've enjoyed your despair,

but my use for you is at an end.

You're not even real.

You're my bad dream.

[electronics crack and fizz]

[footsteps approach]

[filtered breathing]

[heavy filtered breathing]

[groaning]

MAN:

What you looking at, baldy?

I'm not quite sure.

That one...

could have been you.

Dawn?

No, no, it can't be you.

I saw you sliced and diced

[stutters]

in your own bedroom.

I think you got me confused

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