Strange Blood Page #3

Jesus! What the f***, Henry?

I'm sorry. That was wholly

inappropriate and stupid of me.

What's going on with you lately, anyway?

I mean, one minute you're acting

like I'm this horrible, clueless beast,

and then the next... you know.

It's been a crazy...

few days.

Apparently.

Did you bring me all the way out here

just so you could kiss me?

No.

I have a favor to ask.

Take off your pants.

Pardon?

Those.

Off.

I cannot believe

that I let you talk me into this.

Satisfied?

Sit.

Vein in my arm not good enough for you?

Henry!

No! Henry!

Do you need a minute?

Why, Detective?

Are you here to comfort me?

Do you recognize this man?

Should I?

His name was Harrison Palmer.

Spent most of his time...

chasing down cheating husbands

and insurance fraudsters.

Until Baxter Pharm put him on payroll...

to check in on Moorehouse.

So they were spying on him.

Baxter says Harry stopped

reporting in with them several weeks ago.

His girlfriend reported him missing

after he left for work one evening

and never came home.

You know anything about that?

Excuse me, ma'am.

F*** you!

Dr. Moorehouse?

Henry?

Beautiful, isn't she?

Moorehouse.

You were right.

I do feel much better.

I should have listened to you sooner.

They're in my blood.

Blood is the key.

They're in my blood.

Blood is the key.

They say she's a curse

A kiss of death

The fall of man

And all the rest

Don't get too close

You could be next

I chose to ignore

This advice

The way she looked...

What?

Yes, I know.

Yeah, I know!

I should be careful next time.

Of course.

No, I don't know!

Would you just give me

a chance to think!

Would you quit acting

like you know everything!

I'm the smart one here!

You'll see.

You'll see.

Hello, Henry.

Why are you here?

I didn't know where else to go.

He's gone.

You shouldn't have come back.

Did you hear me, you a**hole?

There's nothing left for me there!

Do you hear me? There's...

I'm not afraid of you.

You should be.

You're sick, Henry.

We need to get you help.

Sick? On the contrary.

I've never felt better.

Everything that I've been

working towards?

This is it.

And now...

I understand everything.

I've been cured.

Cured of what?

My mortality.

I can cure you too. Let me show you.

No. No! You don't have to do this!

Man is nothing but an ape

pretending to be God.

And now we can be gods.

You're wrong. This isn't you.

This isn't the man I fell in love with.

I love you.

I f***ing love you.

I love you, Henry.

They're...

inside of me.

Eating me alive.

Help me.

Gemma?

All I want to hear

out of you right now...

is what the living f*** is going on.

- Let me out.

- Henry.

Have you ever heard...

of a Glyptapanteles?

What the f*** does this

have to do with anything...

A horrifyingly...

disingenuous wasp...

that lays its eggs...

into an unsuspecting caterpillar.

And with the help of a poly-DNA virus,

it can not only disable...

the caterpillar's immune system,

but it can control its motor skills

while its larvae feed on it.

She's...

the wasp.

- And you're?

- The caterpillar.

In order for a virus

to survive and sustain,

it must continually infect.

By ingesting large quantities

of fresh blood,

the parasites do their job

without devouring me completely.

The transfusion.

That's why you wanted my blood?

You drank my f***ing blood?

You have no idea

what it's like.

The hunger.

The need to constantly feed.

I wasn't the only one, was I?

How many?

How many others were there?

It's complicated.

What happened?

What happened to them?

What the f*** did you do?

You don't understand, do you?

My body

doesn't belong to me

anymore.

I'm a prisoner inside myself.

Gemma.

Let me out.

Gemma.

Gemma.

Let... me... out.

Gemma!

Let... me... out!

Gemma?

It's okay.

What are you doing?

Everything is going to be okay.

I understand everything now.

Good morning.

I'm thirsty.

What are you doing?

I'm finding a way to save you.

There's nothing you can do.

This... What is it?

Nothing.

It doesn't exist.

You're wasting your time.

Whatever is happening to you,

there has gotta be a way to reverse it.

What good is one little girl

against the legacy of evolution?

There's no place in science

for a junkie like you.

Your daddy was right to abandon you.

I'm gonna kill you, you f***ing Judas.

You hear me, b*tch?

I am going

to destroy you.

F***ing b*tch.

Die.

Gemma?

What is that?

It's your formula, Henry.

Impossible.

You couldn't have completed my work.

Why?

'Cause I'm just some

stupid f***ing girl?

You know, you never...

actually gave me a chance

to show you what I was capable of.

But you're right.

I didn't finish your formula. You did.

This whole time...

you were looking for the "X" factor...

when it was right there in front of you.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

Your infected blood, Doc.

You're lying!

You... are lying.

Am I?

When I am free,

I'm going to rip you

from c*nt to throat.

And then I'm going to drain

every last drop of you.

This is gonna hurt.

A lot.

No...

Henry?

Henry, wake... wake up.

Wake up! Wake up!

- F***.

- Language.

What happens next?

Are you sure about this?

When you find...

something in this world that's...

so unique,

incredible...

and beautiful,

the first thought is to cut it open...

and see how it works.

But the next thing you know...

it's just a bloody mess,

and you don't know why you had

to tamper with it in the first place.

The beauty is gone.

Never get it back.

The cure is too dangerous for us

to risk it getting out into the world.

If anyone were to find out what we had,

it'd be the end of mankind as a species.

And us?

We go on living.

Cheers.

I love you.

I... I...

I'm sorry.

Gemma.

In time...

I hope... you will come to understand...

why it had to be this way.

Despite our...

best efforts, I fear I remain... cured.

Although the parasites

have been destroyed,

my physiology has been...

irrevocably altered.

The hunger,

the...

primal need for blood remains unchanged.

For your safety...

dare I say, the safety of all mankind...

I cannot be permitted to remain

a wolf among the sheep.

That's quite the story you've got there.

I told you you wouldn't understand.

What I understand...

is that Henry Moorehouse...

is a sick f***ing monster!

We're all monsters.

Henry?

He transcended that.

He really was on to something.

So Moorehouse...

destroyed all his work

and killed himself,

leaving you as a convenient

sole survivor to tell his story?

He didn't destroy everything.

Henry's blood is inside of me.

I've been cured.

Honey, come here.

Come on, baby. Finish your dinner.

We gotta hit the road.

Okay, Mommy.

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