Scary or Die Page #3

I can't! They're stuck!

His feet are too big!

Feed me.

Feed my urge.

Once I tasted it,

I wanted more.

I needed more.

Who sent this?

"He's mine now."

Where's Andy?

Sleeping!

Andy!

My baby!

Where are you

taking me, Emmett?

I'm scared, Emmett.

Franks.

Detective,

we've got a child abduction

on the corner

of Ringling and Vargas.

We're on our way.

What are we doing here, Emmett?

I just wanna go home now.

You're not Emmett!

Run, Andy! Run home!

Thank you, sir.

May I have another?

Andy...

Uh...

I'm sorry, Andy.

I didn't mean

for you to see that.

You'd never hurt me like that,

would you, Emmett?

Oh, no. No, Andy.

I would never let that happen.

Not to you.

I would die first, Andy...

Before I'd...

Before I'd...

Let myself hurt you.

Then why am I so afraid of you?

Run Andy! Run home, Andy!

I'll never let myself hurt you!

I'd die first, Andy.

I'd die first, Andy.

My brother Andy...

Hands up, clowny!

Nothing I wouldn't do for him.

What the hell you do that for?

Bang.

There she is.

Hey, lady, can we see your baby?

Look at the size

of his feet!

L.A. Is a long way

from the parish.

And I sure as hell never

expected to find true love

In a city like this.

But I did.

And it was beautiful.

He was beautiful.

We were made for each other.

We fit.

He told me that.

We had some days.

We did.

And I loved that man

with every ounce of my being.

The first few months

after we were married

were the happiest days

of my life.

We couldn't get enough

of each other.

I felt the power of his love.

And my heart was full

to bursting.

I dreamed of someone like him.

But never thought he existed.

Just a little girl's dream.

Back in New Orleans,

my Gran Pere

was known around the parish

as a protector.

He watched over folks,

watched over me.

Some may call him

a conjurer,

as he knew the ways

of the old ones.

Some say my Gran Pere

could cast some spells.

He blew what they called the

goofer dust on me back then...

And gave me some in

a little vial that I wear today.

He said it was the dirt

my dead kin were buried in,

said that his mojo

would protect me

when he weren't on this side

of the grass no more,

when the dirt reclaimed him.

I never told anyone

what it was.

My gift from Gran Pere.

I can't cry now

or shed no more tears.

But after a while,

that man started

treating me differently.

Badly.

A man's not supposed

to lay hands on his woman

Unless they lovin' hands.

I'd wish it was

like it was before.

But I knew there were others.

A woman knows.

Our Gran Pere always said

his granddaughter

deserved to be loved.

And if I ever had

that love in my heart...

It would never die.

I knew he was a player.

I just thought

he was done playin'.

I told him that I couldn't

stand for no more cheatin'.

I told him

I deserved better.

He didn't like that.

He was my man.

And I loved him...

Even if he did

that bad thing to me.

And I have that love

in my heart.

And just like

my Gran Pere promised...

That love...

Would never...

Die.

Like it or not...

We would spend eternity...

Together.

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