Prince Of Darkness Page #4

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How many of you have fallen

asleep tonight? Please, tell me.

Come on. Please.

You dreamed... You dreamed about

the front of this church.

About a dark figure coming out.

Didn't you...

Didn't you feel it?

Not like a dream.

Like something else.

Here.

I had the dream too.

This image of something that didn't

seem to belong to my subconscious.

Almost if I was watching

something prerecorded.

Tachyons?

One possibility.

What's that?

- It's a Greek word.

It means "swift one. "

So what is the dream?

Huh? Precognition?

Previous knowledge

of a future event?

A shared vision of something

that is yet to occur?

Caused by that thing

downstairs? Perhaps not.

Tachyon is a subatomic particle

that travels faster than light.

Supposing it isn't a dream.

Supposing it's a message.

What if these dreams,

premonitions, omens...

What if they're really...

visual messages sent

by other human beings?

Photographs.

Video signals.

From where?

The future.

Anything traveling faster

than the speed of light...

would appear to be

going backward in time.

A future scientist calculates

the exact spot...

that the Earth occupied

in space in the past,

given trajectory and speed.

He then beams

a tachyon signal...

at that spot,

transmitting video information

backwards through time.

For us to receive as electrical

impulses, neural stimulus.

Man, oh, man.

For what purpose?

Could be a warning.

To show us

what's going to happen.

A sort of...

remote camera view

of the future,

so that we can change it.

Someone has finally

shown up to tell us.

I think it's time we stood up

for what we are.

I think there's something wrong with

this. I'm not getting anything now.

It's gone dead.

Maybe the generator's dead. No, it looks

more like the units downstairs were cut off.

Hello? Hello?

Hey, Wyndham!

Hello? Hello?

Come here.

Look at this.

I've got a message for you.

And you're not

going to like it.

Look at his chest.

Pray for death.

Jesus Christ!

Calder?

No, Calder!

No! No!

Oh...

no.

Kelly?

Aah!

Hey. Hey, you guys!

They got the back doors

blocked away there.

What the hell's

happening here?

The back doors are locked!

You okay?

Check the windows?

What's going on here?

We can't get out.!

- It's in here!

Don't come in here!

Go, go, go!

Lock the door!

Come on!

Get over here!

The sun's coming up.

Normally, I love

being dominated by women.

Lisa, I'm sorry about

what I said before.

You don't look Asian

at all.

Sh*t.

I thought I heard Walter.

Walter? Walter!

What the f*** do you want?

Where are you?

If I told you,

you wouldn't believe me.

Hey. Can you dig through

and get me out of here?

I don't know. The wall's

pretty thick. Are you all right?

Well, that's a relative

thing right now, but yeah.

Wait a second.

They're just standing there

outside.

Not trying to get in. They've

stopped attacking for some reason.

Walter, where are you,

exactly?

I'm in this closet.

I think we can

get through with this.

It's gonna take a while.

Walter, we're gonna

try and dig through.

How long will it take?

A couple ofhours.

Oh, great. I'll tell you what.

I'll hang out here anyway.

Well, get ready

to pull me back.

Come on, Brian. Come here.

Come on, Brian.

Come on! Let's go!

Now!

Come on.! Come up here.

Come on, man. Hurry up.!

Come on.! Come on, Brian.

Come on.! Come on, Brian.

Come on.!

Come on.

You guys seen

any movies you like?

All right.

AJewish mother goes to the airport

to meet her daughter.

The daughter steps off the plane

with an eight-foot-tall Zulu warrior...

with a bone through his nose.

The mother screams,

"You fool!

I said a rich doctor!"

Not a dream.

We are using your brain's

electrical system as a receiver.

We are unable to transmit

through conscious neuro-interference.

You are receiving this broadcast

as a dream.

We are transmitting

from the year 1-9-9...

We can try the hallway

after it gets dark.

If I can make my way up front, I could

break some windows, call for help.

No one out there

can help us.

The other morning you said that

you had something to tell me.

And you probably...

think that none of that

matters now.

But you're wrong.

It's the only thing

that does.

Worker ants, driven

to a higher purpose,

unknown

to the individual.

Street people...

our colleagues,

all controlled.

Demonic possession?

Of a kind.

Not what we would

expect, though. Never that.

Why would he need us?

The book says his purpose

is to bring the Father...

back from the dark side,

wherever that is.

There could be a limit as to

what he could do, you know,

as a volume of liquid.

He controls simple

organisms easily.

But maybe he needs something more

complex to complete a life cycle,

a host in which to live.

Hello? Hello?

- Walter?

- It's Kelly. She's changing again.

The swelling's gone down, as if the

liquid was absorbed into her system.

I can see tissue changes

on her face.

Also, I think

her bone structure is changing.

Maybe this is the only way

he could actualize his power.

A parasite

growing into its host.

This could be

some kind of gestation period.

I know I'd seen it before.

Kelly had a mark. It was a

bruise, almost like a figure.

I saw it in a history book...

the astrologer's staff,

used in ritual magic

in the middle ages.

The mark was on her?

Yes.

As if she were chosen.

- Walter!

- What?

Keep watching her closely.

Anything that you see, tell us.!

I have to go

to the bathroom.

God... and Father...

of our Lord...

Jesus Christ.

I appeal to your...

holy name,

humbly begging that You...

will grant us help...

against this...

unclean...

spirit.

Thou...

tormenteth these creatures...

of hell.

Through Jesus Christ,

our Lord.

Look down...

upon these, Thy servants,

caught in the coils of...

Where are You?

Christ,

where are You?

Holy sh*t!

Get me the hell out ofhere.!

Help me.! Help me get out ofhere.!

They're gonna kill me!

I don't want to die!

Help me! Help!

Help me.!

Behind the door. Behind

the door! You can't, Brian!

Oh, God! Help!

Help me! Oh.

Hey!

Aah!

Come on!

It's not working!

Father!

Father!

I could.

I could.

Unclean spirit.

Father.

Come to freedom!

No!

We stopped it.

We stopped it here.

Through the grace of God,

I stopped it.

The future conjured up by the...

that vile serpent...

will not happen now.

The smaller parts

could not live...

without the strength

of the whole.

They had to die,

to fade away,

as the whole was thrown

back and repelled.

We're safe,

but he's waiting

on the other side.

She died for us.

This is not a dream.

Not a dream.

We are using your brain's

electrical system as a receiver.

We are unable to transmit through

conscious neuro-interference.

You are receiving this broadcast

as a dream.

We are transmitting

from the year 1-9-9-9.

You are receiving this broadcast in

order to alter the events you are seeing.

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