The Legend of Bloody Mary Page #5

It was under the bones?

Peter uncovered

a leather flap

sticking out from under

a child's skull.

How much have you read?

Just the last entry. It was enough

to know it was Whittaker's

and that it was something

much worse than a plague

or a pox that killed

that town.

And they also

found this.

I awoke this morning

with the intention

that life in Idlewood

could now have peace

after such a wretched

and painfully long trial of Mary.

My heart

has been cut in two

and by none other

than my own hand.

I have purchased

the vanity mirror

that had been used

in Mary's torture.

That should be adequate.

This way.

I do not know why I do this.

My hope is

to somehow forgive myself

and settle thy soul

in some matter.

But truth be

the guilty cannot resist

torturing themselves.

I spend days just staring

at the mirror

hoping to see her face

just once more.

Mary had vowed revenge

upon the town

for wrongfully killing her.

What irony that she useth

my own hand

who haddeth condemned

her fate

as the instrument

of her wrath.

When Mary released

her hold of my mind

I was covered in the blood

of my townspeople.

I buried the mirror

and the bodies

in hope that I could prevent

Mary's wrath

upon future generations.

I can only pray

this be enough

to absolve my stain of sin.

Why do I always find myself

getting dragged into something

ridiculous when you

get that look?

I think I know

how to help Ryan.

Ryan?

- I'm gonna need your help.

- Who's Ryan?

- He's the boy with the nightmares.

- What are you talking about?

Nothing. I need you to get me

this document.

- Okay.

- It's gonna be easy.

And you'll need to permanently

borrow it and meet me here tonight with it.

What?

I need you to acquire it from

the church's historic documents.

- Are you insane?

- 100%.

- Where are you going now?

- I think Ryan needs to be here.

It's Ryan. Leave your info,

I'll get back to you when I can.

Ryan, it's Father O'Neal.

Call me when you get this.

Yes, hello.

I'm Professor O'Neal.

I need to get ahold

of one of my students.

I need an address.

His phone isn't working.

Can I help you

with something?

I'm looking for Ryan.

Can you tell me where I can find him?

- He left.

- What do you mean?

He quit school

and he took off.

You're just gonna give up?

You're just gonna walk out like that?

It's not normal to wake up every morning

screaming my f***ing head off.

No, you're right.

It's not.

I can't handle it

here anymore, man.

Um, that's it, man.

Cool, take care.

Did it ever occur to him

that he needs to just do it?

Maybe you should

just get it over with.

Play the f***ing game.

Why?

I'm not the one to ask.

I need to find him.

Ask Rachel.

She might know.

Where can I find her?

She works over

at the soup kitchen.

- Okay, thanks.

- Yeah, you bet.

- Rachel?

- Yes?

I'm Father O'Neal.

Father O'Neal, hello.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for Ryan.

He left.

I know, I know. I need to get

ahold of him. It's important.

I tried talking to him

but he just won't listen.

If somebody

doesn't listen,

then maybe you

need to listen to them.

His parents live about

two hours west from here.

If he's heading home

he might still be at the bus stop.

I know there's two busses

that run every day.

I think there's still one going

in about half an hour.

Okay, thanks.

Father!

Yes?

If you see him,

will you tell him I'm sorry?

I'll tell him, but that's something

you need to tell him yourself.

Hello?

I'm having

some difficulties.

What's wrong?

First it was morals

and ethics.

Now we've moved up

to grand larceny.

Did you find it?

Yes, and it's not as easy

to take as you thought.

I don't understand. It's probably

in the basement. What's the issue?

The issue is

the school is having a field day

with this archeological dig

you're supposed

to be supervising.

They've decided to take

anything that looks old

and dates back to the early

days and put it on display

- all around the school.

- And?

And it's currently behind glass

and under surveillance.

You know what?

I wish I could help you

but I'm not going

to prison over it.

Look, Clair, I'm not sure

how you can pull this off,

but I need you

to get that document.

I can't believe you.

I'm not risking my job.

This is more important

than your job.

What could be

more important?

Your soul.

Ryan!

Ryan!

What are you doing here?

I should be

asking you.

I'm done.

I can't take it any longer.

I'm sick of hurting all

the people that care about me.

I believe I found a way

to end the nightmares.

I just hope it's not too late.

It is.

I don't believe so.

Mary Worth was excommunicated

from the church falsely.

Okay, so?

So she's trapped in limbo.

If I destroy the papers

and reinduct her back

into the church,

she'll have a door

to leave through.

She was also killed

in front of a mirror...

a mirror she uses as a portal

between our two worlds.

Mary's mirror needs

to be destroyed

and I think you should be

the one to do it.

All right, people.

You have to clear this area, all right?

It may be a false alarm,

but don't stick around to find out.

Let's move it.

# I'm the beater #

# On the drum #

# Getting weaker #

# Getting numb #

# Never laughing #

# I never know #

# Heaven won't you help me #

# Save my soul? #

# The more I change #

# The more I stay the same #

# The more I change, yeah #

# The more I stay the same #

# I have nothing #

# Left to say... #

- You have it?

- Have I ever let you down?

- That's Ryan.

- Mmm.

Let's get this over with.

Wait, what?

What over with?

Clair, the mirror

must be broken.

- There is no other way.

- Fine.

Release her.

- What is he talking about?

- You know that's seven years bad luck.

It'll be all right.

And I can pretty much

guarantee that.

Oh, not the mirror.

What the...?

Ryan, what's the problem?

Something's got ahold

of my hand! Ahh!

Ryan, throw it!

Throw it!

Hurry!

- She's preventing us from breaking it.

- How can she do that?

I'm out of here.

Clair, get the rock.

Now throw it!

Throw it!

Oh, what the...?

Sh*t! God!

Go!

Get off me!

Get the f*** off me!

Get off!

Help!

That b*tch

messed up my hair.

Clair, you truly are

one of a kind.

Thank you, Ryan.

Is that it?

One more thing.

What?

No nightmare.

Mmm, so it worked?

It did.

You should call

Father O'Neal.

Yeah, I think I will.

I'm gonna go

take a shower.

Okay.

Mmwha!

Hey, so my roommates

don't attack.

How sweet.

Hello?

- Hey, it's Ryan.

- Well?

Well, it worked.

No nightmare.

That's great. I was worried after

I talked to your roommate.

Why?

He told me how he pressured you

into playing the game.

Yeah, but I never played.

But I saw lipstick

on the mirror.

I never played.

Could anybody else have?

Um...

well, the only one that knows

how to play would be Rachel.

But she was never here.

Rachel.

Hello?

Your roommate said she stopped by

looking for you after you left.

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