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Pitchfork Page #4
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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?
with a pitchfork is after em'.
- After you?
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.
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.
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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