The Pretender: Island of the Haunted Page #2

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the psychological implications?

Sydney, please,just do it.

Miss Parker, I don't know what you're

looking for, but I'd be happy to help you.

Thank you, Broots. But this is one mystery

that I have to solve myself.

And there's only one person

qualified to help.

Angelo, I need you to use

your gift as an empath...

and tell me what my mother

and Jarod's mother were doing together.

Miss Parker's mother-

sad.

Jarod's mother- frightened.

What about

what's on the wall in the ivy?

Vespasians.

Vespasians. Vespasian-

Vespasian-Vespasians!

Vespasian-

Angelo!

Angelo, please!

Calm down. Calm down.

It's okay. Calm.

Angelo,

I need your help.

- What are Vespasians?

- Evil. Evil pe- Evil people!

Evil people. Evil people.

Evil people! Evil people!

Where can I find

the evil people?

Evil people. Place.

Evil people, evil place.

Evil people, evil place.

Evil people, evil place!

Angelo.

Where can I find

the evil people?

On the island.

The Island of the Haunted.

Are you sure you want

to go there?

They say that the souls

of the damned walk on that isle.

I've been searching for years for answers

that might be on that island.

What is it you say

you did again?

I'm an archaeologist.

Well, Mr. Archaeologist,

if the answers you're diggin' for...

are on that island,

you'd be better off not knowin' them.

Something that offended God himself

happened on that land.

Only evil leaves

that place.

I ferry people back and forth

from it, period.

Hell, if I was

to capsize right now...

even with this great

bloody storm comin'...

I'd rather take my chances in the sea...

than set one foot on that land.

Please,Brother Rinaldus, we're scared.They

don't call it the devil's storm for nothin'

I speak for everybody when I say

that we'd all feel safer if we left.

- 'Tis a huge storm, Brother Rinaldus.

- Agreed.

But I strongly believe its course'll take it

As a matter of precaution, we could arrange

for a couple of shallow boats to evacuate...

come morning,

if the storm changes course.

I fear it will change course.

It's time for a cleansin' storm to come.

We bear responsibility

for the souls on this isle.

Yes.

Please, Brother, please.

Aye, very well-

though I think the two of you

are being overly fretful, as usual.

I'll arrange to have

the shallow boats prepared for dawn.

Thank you, Brother.

Excuse me. To whom does one speak

about accommodations?

That would be me. I am Brother Rinaldus.

This is Brother Menenicus and Brother Clote.

I can't say as I was informed

to expect a stranger.

My name is Jarod.

I'm looking for refuge.

I was told that no traveler seeking

sanctuary on these shores would be turned away.

Of course.

Brothers, please.

Thank you.

Watch your step. Much of the monastery's

over 700 years old...

all built by

the brothers before us-

most of whom were

better brandy makers than masons.

So the rumor that the monastery was built

by an offshoot of the Knights Templar is true?

True or not, questions like that should best

be addressed to Brother Rinaldus.

Though I doubt anyone

can picture me...

as belonging to some

secret society of warrior monks...

unless, of course, the weapon of choice

were skin and bone.

By modern standards,

the amenities are primitive...

with no electric, no phones

and very little running water.

This will be just fine.

As a matter of fact, it sort of reminds me

of the place I grew up in.

Think of the isle as a good place

to get away from the modern world.

- And what about other visitors?

- Visitors?

Let's say someone was

looking for me.

If someone were looking for you, or you were

lookin'for them,you'd be in the wrong place.

For centuries the Vespasian Brothers

have made this a place of refuge.

Privacy of our guests

has always been the rule.

But, uh-

Thank you.

Jarod,Jarod.

Help meI

No, Mommy, noI

- What's going on?

- Evacuation!

The storm changed course

in the night and doubled in size.

It's a devil's storm, sure enough,

the type that comes once a century.

- And it's heading for this isle.

- The bells announce the evacuation.

- Half the isle's already gone.

- They're already gone?

- The next set of bells announce the last

boat. Be on it. - But wait. I-I can't leave!

Brother Rinaldus's ordersI

Listen for the bellsI

- Save your life!

- Excuse me.

-Have you seen this woman on the island?

-No, no.

-Excuse me.Have you ever seen her?

-Mm-mmm.

- Excuse me, sir.

- No.

I'll get her, I'll get herI You hurry upI

Mom! Mom!

No, Mom-

Excuse meI Excuse me.

Where's everyone going?

Off the isle! There's a bad storm coming!

If you're smart, you'll leave too!

Weather updates I don't need, answers I do.

Does this ring a bell?

That's the archway to the Chapel of Souls.

It's up the path to where it dead-ends.

How about this man?

Have you seen him?

Vespasians speak of no visitors here.

God be with you!

Where does Adama get these

Triumvirate freaks anyway?

They make the Centre Sweepers

look like anorexic Powerpuff Girls.

You're certain about

their shift schedule, Broots?

According to Ms.Parker,they swap out every

six hours.Where's she been all day anyway?

She could at least have the decency

to risk her butt along with ours.

It's now or never, Syd.

Oh, gosh.

It's placenta

and cord blood samples...

from Brigitte

and Mr. Parker's baby boy.

Not to sound cynical or anything,

but has anybody seen that little kid lately?

- Oh, geez.

- What is it?

I am so underpaid.

Miss Parker owes me so big.

- Is that Mr. Parker's blood?

- I wish it were Mr. Parker's blood.

The only sample

of Mr. Parker's in here is semen.

Let's get

the hell out of here.

Right over there, ma'am. Over there.

Over thereI Over thereI

Can I be ofhelp, stranger?

I'm just... leaving,

like everyone else.

It's sad to be alone.

- I'm terribly sorry to intrude.

- You're not an intruder.

You're the seeker.

Shouldn't you be preparing

to evacuate from the storm?

Aren't you afraid

of what's coming?

Ocee's journey almost done.

Yours,just beginning.

Yours, full of pain.

Pain?

You've a broken heart.

You have not found...

the loved one you seek-

the woman

with the scarlet hair.

Hello.

- It's in the chapel.

- What's in the chapel?

Wait!

Tell me what you know about

the woman with the scarlet hair.

I- I saw her earlier,

but I lost her.

The one you seek...

seeks you as well.

Ocee, help me. Please.

Ocee, what's the matter?

Danger.

She's in danger- now.

Where?

- Chapel of Souls!

- The Chapel of Souls!

My God. You look just like her!

Wait!

Next time you slam me like that,

you'd better make it count.

- Miss Parker.

- Drop the surprised crap,Jarod.

"First one to the answers wins. "

That is what you said, isn't it?

My mother is on this island.

I have reason to believe she's in danger.

Now is not the time to play

Centre bounty hunter!

- Then that was your mother.

- You saw her?

Yeah,just now. She was... panicked,

and her arm was bleeding.

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