Pitchfork Page #4

Come on.

We've gotta keep moving.

- Hey.

I need you to

protect Claire, go.

I'll slow him down.

Alright, you wanna fight?

How bout' you pick on

someone your own size

you f***in' p*ssy.

You just barked up the

wrong f***in' tree.

- Hey.

- Hey, yeah?

- You doin' okay?

- Yeah.

I'm okay.

How bout' you?

- I'll survive.

Come on.

The closest neighbor

house is up ahead.

I know them, we need to get

there to get help, okay?

- Okay.

- No, no.

No!

- Open up.

- Wake up.

- Please.

- Hey!

- Open!

- Come on!

Hey Mr. Holister.

We need your help

okay, get in there

and call the police alright?

- Jiminy cricket,

son, slow down.

- Wait there's

this lunatic, okay.

- He's trying to kill us.

- Trying to kill you?

- Yes, he killed

all of our friends.

- Dammit will you just go in

there and call the police?

- Watch your mouth, boy.

- I'm sorry I don't usually

freak out like that it's just.

- Come with me.

I got a phone.

- Thank you.

- Oh thank you.

- So

someone's tryin' to kill ya.

What's he look like?

- Can we just get to the phone?

- He's in this animal

mask or something

and a pitchfork

strapped to his forearm.

- A pitchfork?

Animal head?

You kids are smoking

that dope stuff ain't ya?

Well,

I'll call the sheriff

and he'll come get ya's

and take ya back to town.

Or wherever you're from.

- I don't like this, we

need to get out of here.

- Claire, we have no choice.

Besides the,

the police will be here.

- Some kids come running

up from some party

claiming some man is after

em' with a pitchfork.

He says somebody rattled.

He'll be a waiting.

Sheriff's on his way.

Ma,

come on!

Hurry now!

We got us company.

- Thought I heard

voices out here.

But most times it's

just in my head.

Are you kids okay?

- It's been a

pretty rough night.

- What's that dear?

- Well someone's,

what is that?

- What's what?

- These kids claim some man

with a pitchfork is after em'.

- After you?

Why these woods are

so quiet and peaceful

that even a bear wouldn't

hurt a hair on your head.

- Got some

animal head or something.

- What happened?

- Oh.

One of the dogs must've

brought in some roadkill

while we was sleeping.

Now you relax sweet child.

Nothing pretty about a

girl rolled all up in mud.

- Claire?

- But there is something pretty

about a girl all

spilled up in blood.

- Ben?

- Ben Holister,

what you gonna do?

You get your ass back

in that basement.

- Damn you boy!

I done told you

that world out there

ain't no place for you.

Now let me see you go

and cut your head off.

- Hunter!

Why are you doing this.

- Shut your f***ing

mouth in my house

you stuck up city b*tch.

- Claire.

- Please!

- Shut your hole you slut.

- Go to hell!

- Well looky here, ma.

We got us a real live one.

- Keep your damn

hands off of her!

- Ow!

Please don't hurt me.

- Slice her now, pa.

- Don't f***ing touch her!

Claire.

Claire.

Claire, listen to me, hey.

Claire.

Don't give up, okay?

- We didn't do anything wrong.

- It'll be okay.

- Hunter I'm so scared.

- I love you, alright?

- Love?

You call this love?

- Love's made up.

For them want to

same in the world.

- Please, we didn't do

anything just let us go,

please let us go, please.

We didn't do anything.

- Mama's gonna

make sure it burns.

Gets me all hot and bothered.

- No, no.

- You're queer right?

We ain't had a real one yet.

- Get off him, you Nazi b*tch!

Stop!

Oh my god.

- Aw.

Look we've got a little boo boo.

Mama's gonna fix

that up for you.

- I'm stuck.

- Hold still.

I'm gonna fix you up.

Pretty little boy.

- Hunter, no.

Hunter.

No.

- I bet you like to

have babies some day.

- No, please, please.

- Funny.

Manner city folk get.

When we bleed it out of em'.

Baby would've grown

right about there.

- Hey, hang in there,

I'm coming, okay?

- I like it rough, boy.

- Rough isn't what

I'm going to do to you

once I break free.

- You want love, boy?

- No, no, no, no, no!

- Ain't no more screaming, boy.

Kids these days need discipline.

Think they can run

around all wild.

You don't look so good.

- You are so dead.

- Hunter.

I love you, don't

give up, please.

- Shut up, useless b*tch!

- You think you know about love?

The whole world's a maze

of different things.

The worst is sitting

around and making you lost

in love.

Its corners cut sharp.

And one day you just,

oh you think you are

going through

and at the end you'll find some

paradise island.

You's all follow the same

beaten rules on love.

Same beaten path.

It's the way it's gotta

be, you're suppose to.

Problem is,

you see paradise but you's

never see the island.

All love goes lonely

sooner or later.

Only those that have

ever been tried and lost

know the feeling of

walking on grass.

Neither of you walked on

nothing but brown sh*t

behind everybody else.

You's all feel the

same pain when you die.

But you feel the same

pain when you live.

My boy.

He's been tried good and

hard to make sure he don't

see none of those fairy islands.

He's gonna make his own path.

Find his own way.

Green walls going nowhere.

Ain't never gonna lose him.

He ain't gonna follow dirt

and end up soft and

shitty like you's.

Stranded and alone.

Real love

is looking somebody

square in the eye

and telling em'

with straight words,

I am gonna hurt you bad.

This ain't no game.

Love.

Finish that boy off, pa.

I'm getting restless.

- No.

- Been along time since

I used one of these.

- No.

- Take two Tylenol and call me

in the morning, motherf***er.

- No!

Your pain just starting, girl.

You two just gone and

screwed yourselves.

You'll be paying for

the devil himself

to come and take you away.

- Just drop the

knife and let her go.

- Let her go?

I'm gonna kill the

two of you's first

and then I'm gonna

cut your little friend

into little pieces!

- You guys just stop.

- Jenny, don't go near him.

- He's scared.

- He's a monster.

- How could you say that?

He's been tortured.

Here boy.

It's okay.

It's okay, you don't have

to be scared anymore.

That was your daddy.

Wasn't it?

It's okay.

It's okay.

You just need a friend.

It's okay to be

scared sometimes.

It's okay.

- Jenny!

Help us, come on!

- Stop!

Sit.

Kill.

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