The Prophecy Page #4

Those songs.

They charge through the snow.

Their guns froze.

And that was okay

because we were better.

Colder.

At Chosin, we were colder

than anyone.

Make it stop, Miss Henley!

Make it stop!

- It's okay. It's okay.

- Make it stop! Make it stop!

Shh.

What are we gonna do?

She's going to have the enemy ghost way.

We leave this afternoon.

- Wh... Where's the ceremony?

- It's at her clan's village. Old Woman Butte.

You're gonna take her away?

This girl needs a doctor.

She's already seen

a doctor.

Chinamen's heads? Chosin? I've never

heard her talk that way before.

- Is someone teaching that to your kids in class?

- Yeah, sure.

Right next to Jack and Jill.

Colonel Hawthorne was at Chosin.

Did she talk to him?

She had no contact with him.

He hated children.

This isn't just

about some drunk...

who burned himself up

at the school, is it?

Can you tell me

the truth, Thomas?

Did you ever read

the Bible, Katherine?

Long time ago.

Did you ever notice how in the Bible,

whenever God needed to punish someone...

or make an example,

or whenever God needed a killing,

He sent an angel?

Did you ever wonder what a creature

like that must be like?

A whole existence spent

praising your God,

but always with one wing

dipped in blood.

Would you ever really

want to see an angel?

Why are you asking me this?

They want

Colonel Hawthorne.

They want a dead, forgotten,

psychotic colonel.

They?

There was a man

at my school this morning.

The children

were calling him Gabriel.

He had Sandra on his lap.

What does he want

with my kids?

I don't know, Katherine.

But I gotta find him.

I know where

you can find him.

He was parked right here.

It's cold.

What's that?

I don't know.

It's angelic script.

Thomas?

No!

Saint John was right.

There's a war in Heaven.

Is Gabriel an angel?

He wants something.

Something that's here.

He wants Mary.

Thomas, he wants Mary.

Mary?

His car.

Get away from her.

Son of a gun. Priest.

Wanna-be. Figured it out.

- Mary?

- Shh.

She won't feel anything, honest.

I have to rip her apart, of course.

Just the way it goes. See, Simon hid

Hawthorne's soul inside her. I need it.

Nice Catholic boy like you, Mr. Dagget,

you should be on my side.

Goddamn it!

You're gonna have to watch it

with that profanity.

Mary.

Look in my eyes.

Come on, motherf***er!

Come on, f***!

Thanks, man.

You're a sport.

Pest! You have any idea how hard

it is to get one of those?

Why?

I'm an angel. I kill firstborns

while their mamas watch.

I turn cities into salt.

I even, when I feel like it,

rip the souls from little girls.

And from now

till kingdom come,

the only thing you can count on,

in your existence,

is never understanding why.

You, give me a kiss.

- Mary!

- Go! Go!

You...

can't... have her!

Thomas!

Get that one and a half incher

over to the other side.

We need more!

- You don't understand. You gotta cuff him.

- He's dead.

- He's not dead. You gotta cuff him, do you hear me?

- Bob, just do it.

Do it!

All right, Jack. Cuff him.

Put him in my car.

- All right.

- They got him. They got him.

- Wh... Where's Mary?

- She's here. She's here.

Hey.

On Earth, they're not immortal.

They're not like you and me.

You've got to cut their hearts out.

Come on.

We gotta go.

Let's go. Let's go.

This is a good place.

Separate water source.

Stocked grain.

Only one possible approach.

A man could,

with the proper defenses,

hold off

an entire battalion.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Yeah, someone's gonna die. Soon. Here.

I'll just be a minute.

Uh, there's no visitors

allowed in I.C.U.

Timing is so important.

I smell these things.

Shh.

So.

"Nancy. "

Recovering? Hmm.

Recovering? Huh.

Stable?

Get out of here.

Deteriorating.

Critical.

My favorite.

Rachael.

Not yet. Come back.

Come on, back it up.

That's it. Come on back.

Ooh. Ahh.

- Hi!

- No, no, no, no, no.

Shh.

Don't start.

I hate that.

Come on, don't start.

It's only

for a short time.

Promise.

Hello, Katherine.

We must talk.

- Oh, my God.

- God?

God is love.

I don't love you.

L... I can't.

I can't do this.

I can lay you out and fill your mouth

with your mother's feces.

Or we can talk.

- Are you one of them?

- Them?

Are you an angel?

I am the first angel,

loved once above all others.

A perfect love.

# But like all true love #

# One day it withered

on the vine ##

Ahh, the winged party boy

is about.

Come to feed on the guts

of your little Mary.

- Are you a part of it?

- No, Katherine.

Other angels have made this war

because they hate you.

You and all humans.

God has put you in His grace

and pushed them aside.

They're desperate. They've never been

able to conquer the other loyal angels.

And so this war has remained

in stalemate for thousands of years.

And while this state

of affairs endures,

no soul can meet its God.

Your parents and their parents

and so on, from the beginning,

lie still in wormy earth.

Of course, some of them

do come to me eventually.

For while Heaven may be closed,

I am always open, even on Christmas.

Gabriel has a plan.

Humans... and how I love

you talking monkeys for this...

know more about war

and treachery of the spirit...

than any angel.

Gabriel is well aware

of this...

and has found a way to steal the

blackest soul on Earth to fight for him.

If he wins, Heaven opens.

I know that this new Heaven

will just be another Hell.

You see, I'm not here to help you

and the little b*tch...

because I love you

or because I care for you,

but because two hells

is one hell too many...

and I can't have that.

What I'm offering you

is a chance not only to save Mary,

but to finally open Heaven

to your kind.

What do you say?

I saw the devil tonight.

If you have something to say,

why can't you say it

to me?

Thomas.

I had a voice once,

Katherine.

For as long as I could remember,

I had a voice...

that called me to my God,

that called me to church.

And on the day that I needed

that voice the most,

it left me.

It's better never

having known that voice.

All I know is that I'm not going to let

anything happen to Mary.

All right?

Say, ma'am,

any idea where I can find

Old Woman Butte?

Yeah, it's on

the reservation.

Don't suppose you could be

just a tad more specific,

Madge?

The light.

It was so...

br... bright.

- Isn't your friend hungry?

- What?

Not for a while, I'm afraid.

Funniest thing.

Don't do that.

- Take 522 to the Sonsela Wash cutoff.

- Right.

First dirt road, go left 20, 25 miles.

You'll see it.

Much obliged.

Let's get crackin', Rachael.

No.

Eternity here.

In that sagging skin suit.

Or one more day with me.

Why?

Can't drive.

But I can wait.

Until the stars burn out,

if you don't make up your mind.

I doubt we'll meet again.

- Suits me.

- Thank Heaven.

Little Tommy Dagget.

How I loved listening

to your sweet prayers every night.

And then you'd jump in your bed,

so afraid I was under there.

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