Pumpkinhead II: Blood Wings Page #3

He is coming.

Oh, Lord God, gimme strength.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall fear no evil.

And thy rod

and this shotgun shall comfort me.

Lord God, save me!

Come on, Satan!

Children...

Sinners, youre going to discover

the wrath of the beast.

Here comes your God.

He is our savior.

Believe the beast

and he will show you no mercy.

Satan.

Satan is not your friend.

Well, Dixon didnt waste any time

gettin over here, did he?

You sure youre ready for this?

Ten years in the 12th precincts

made me too ready.

- Lets do it.

- Right.

You know,

before I came here,

I worked in the New Orleans

coroners office for two years.

They brought in some

real hamburger meat.

But I aint ever seen

anything this bad.

Manhattan dumpsters

have got nothin on this.

Well, you ask me,

another one of them wildcats

has been scavenging around here.

Old Ernst, hes been bitchin

about them comin down from the hills

poachin his chickens.

Well, its hard

to tell much of anything

until I take him back to the lab.

Or whats left of him.

Dee?

What you got?

Either an unusual blood splatter

or somethins been

drawn here on purpose.

Drawn?

Well, what is it?

Ill get Cory and the boys

to put a huntin party together

and well track it down.

Now, just hold on there, Judge.

The last thing I need

is a trigger-happy posse

who thinks everything

that moves is a wildcat.

Ernst talked about something

coming back for revenge.

Well, I dont mean

to speak ill of the dead,

but old Ernst,

hes just a scared old boy

with a head full of rats.

H. Christ.

Clean this mess up.

- Goddamn.

- Bye, fellas.

We got a real winner here.

Well, heres my autopsy report.

- You want some coffee?

- lm wired enough.

Old Ernst took one hell of a ride.

Severed limbs, lacerated quads,

crushed thorax,

and, not to mention,

63 broken bones.

And it gets weirder. Look.

Look at these striations.

Identical to the ones

on Miss Osies windowsill.

So whatever killed Ernst

was also at Miss Osies place.

- Jen.

- lm sorry, Mom.

Ill get that.

Its probably for me.

- Hello?

- Its me. Can you come out?

No. Its not a good time.

We have to talk, Danny.

You didnt tell

your dad anything?

No, but I think hes starting

to put things together.

What together?

The old woman, some farmer

who just got killed.

- Something really strange is happening.

- Dont worry about it.

I talked to my old man

and I wont let anything

happen to you, okay, doll?

Jenny, dinners ready!

Ill be right there!

Look, I gotta go.

Ill see you

after school tomorrow, okay?

Want me to come over later

and tuck you in?

No, at least not tonight.

All right.

Bye.

You think an animal did this?

If an animal got old Ernst,

it wasnt of this world.

Then what?

Well, I can tell you what it wasnt.

It wasnt some wildcat

like Judge Dixon says.

A wildcat cant make

claw marks like this.

Some folks...

around say its...

Pumpkinhead.

Pumpinkhead?

What is that?

Some kind of a fairy tale?

There is a legend about it

around these parts.

Its a kind of a demon

the hill people believe in.

I remember hearing about it

when I was a kid.

Its said,

if youve been wronged,

you can conjure Pumpkinhead

to exact revenge in your name.

But if you do, youd be

damned for all eternity.

There is a nursery rhyme

about it, isnt there?

Hows it go?

Bolted doors

and windows barred.

Guard dogs prowling in the yard.

Wont protect you in your bed.

Nothing will

from Pumpkinhead.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Oh, dont stop.

Oh, dont stop

Aint nothin

gonna stop me, honey.

Aint nothin.

My wife says you cant teach

an old dog new tricks.

She just must have forgot

the way you like to be petted.

Besides, some things

just get better with age.

More out in the truck.

Oh, this beats the hell

out of deliverin mail.

Looks good.

Damn it! Jesus Christ!

Get the f*** out of my house!

Sorry to wake you, Sheriff,

but I thought youd want to

know we got us another murder.

Oh, man. Where?

Out at Red Byers place

off connector three.

You know where it is?

Ill find it.

Wings.

Thats what it is, you know.

Blood wings.

I don know what it all means,

but theres some kind of helter-skelter type

message being left here.

Its a message Red Byers

wished had never come.

A postman who obviously stole

more mail than he delivered,

a goat farmer from the Hollow

and an old conjure woman.

What do all of these people

have in common?

Well, Ernst and Byers havent

spoken to each other for years.

Well, maybe nobody

ever spoke to em,

but somebody

sure as hell hated em.

This much?

Look,

what you got here

is some psycho out there

killing for fun and taking

the credit for the work.

Uh-huh.

Whats this?

Safe-deposit box key,

it looks like.

I dont think thatll help

you find the killer.

But I think this might.

I did a field test.

And all the blood is type O.

Same as Byers...

except this one.

I believe this is

the killers blood.

- Get back.

- Oh, sh*t.

Hold her still!

- There.

- Thats it.

Its okay. Its okay.

Easy now. Easy.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

- lts like shes not even here.

- Shes not.

Whatever she saw scared her so bad

her mind couldnt deal with it

and it shut down.

Its one step away

from being scared to death.

Sheriff. People are saying

its some sort of a monster.

A demon!

Have you made any progress,

any clues?

Sheriff, you better catch him.

Im working on it, ladies.

Im working on it.

- So did you boys raid the armory?

- Were here with the judge.

If youve still got these guns

when I come out, lm hauling your asses off.

He just walked in the door now.

Are we comfortable?

Unless my calendars

running a little slow, Judge,

Id say that wild bunch of yours out there

is a few weeks too early

to be walking around

with hunting rifles.

Not when there is hunting

to be done presently, Sheriff.

I understand that folks are

shook up about these killings,

but you should know better than

I that it takes a hell of a lot more

to catch a killer than to load a rifle

and form a posse.

We have our ways

in this town.

A little buckshot

solves a lot of problems.

Well, thats just great.

And what if your way kills

the wrong person, huh?

Boy.

Correct me if lm wrong,

but I dont think you would know one way

or the other, would ya?

Judge, as long as

lm wearing this badge,

we break this case my way.

Danny! I--

Just stop. I really

dont feel like this.

Whats the matter?

I thought you wanted to.

Whats the matter?

Danny, there was

another killing last night.

And my dad thinks

it has something to do with...

what happened out

at Miss Osies place.

You didnt say anything, did you?

Of course I didnt say anything.

But--

- But what?

- Maybe I should.

Are you nuts?

Look, if you tell him

the fire wasnt our fault,

- I mean...

- Look, theyre gonna slam us.

You can bet nobodys

gonna believe it was an accident.

Maybe my dad will.

Look, Jen.

We didnt do this alone, not really.

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