The Raven Page #3

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- Ugh, I hate the drilling.

- Yeah, it sucks,

but you won't feel it,

so that's good.

And when you go back

and you're drinking

over at the house,

you'll be drooling all over yourself.

If you feel any of this,

just make a noise,

- and I will stop.

- Okay.

All right, Jackie, I can't watch this

part. I'll freak out, so...

I'll be out in

the waiting room.

Okay.

- That wasn't too bad, was it?

- Huh-uh.

- Okay.

- Not too bad.

Okay, Johnny,

we're gonna be doing

a cleaning on you today.

How's everything going?

That's an interesting

collar you got there.

Okay, open real big.

- Does that hurt at all?

- No, it's fine.

Eye for an eye.

Tooth for a tooth.

You're dead meat.

- I'll be right back.

- Okay.

Jackie, we're gonna get...

Jackie?

He came out of nowhere...

Get off!

...and went into nowhere.

He raped you.

You killed him.

You were forgiven.

Eagerly I wished

the morrow;

vainly I sought to borrow

From my books

surcease of sorrow...

sorrow for the lost Lenore...

I know you, Skinner,

and you can't hurt me.

You are the ugly man

from my dreams

and I should have killed you

a long time ago.

But even though you might be able

to kill everything in your path,

you will never be able

to kill me.

I am the innocent Lenore

that nobody can kill, ever.

I am Lenore

in life and in death.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

You're playing

the rock star.

B*tch.

Skinner kills

all b*tches.

Nothing happened to her.

Let's not jump the gun.

Didn't you say she was

going to the bathroom?

Are you sure?

Girl, it's messing

with your head now.

- I didn't hear anything.

- It's nothing.

Why can't people

just let me know where they're going,

so I can just not freak out?

They know

that I'm freaked out

about everything

so why can't they say,

"Hey, I'm going here"?

Don't worry about it. I'm sure she just

stepped outside for a minute.

Mm-hmm.

Doree.

Doree.

Doree?

Did you see something?

Yeah, I'm sure

you're just overworked.

You know, we've been

driving so hard

trying to get this recording done

and getting all the girls together.

You know how spacey

they can be.

I could have sworn

I saw him the other night.

It freaked me out.

I know. I know

you're freaked out,

but we're gonna go out

and have some fun tonight.

Forget about the girls.

They're just missing.

They've disappeared

for a day or so

just because

they've been partying,

but they always come back

and they always call me.

Yeah yeah. I mean, I check in

with you guys all the time,

but you know how spacey

they can be though.

I mean,

they're out,

they're running around,

everybody's got a man on the side.

I mean, whenever they go out and party

and stuff, it's fine.

Yeah.

Well, we'll all

get together soon

and everyone will be

in one place

and we'll know what's going on.

It'll be fine.

Don't worry so much.

I know it's...

it'll be okay though.

It seems weird, but he's gone.

He's gone.

And the girls,

they're gonna show up

and we're gonna

get back to recording

and you're gonna

finish this single.

It's gonna be great.

It's gonna be awesome, okay?

You're gonna

get your record done.

You should go in there,

get something good,

get something fun,

get some Go-Go's

or some wild Patti Smith

or something chill like

some Brahms you can relax to

and clear your head

and get back to your music,

get back to your writing.

You're gonna be great.

Thanks.

I love you.

I love all you girls.

Otherwise I wouldn't be

working for you, you know?

I love you guys so much.

You're gonna be great.

I love you too.

Thank you.

Okay.

Hey, Sharon. It's me, Loom.

Yeah, I'm with her now.

She went in

to get some records.

I'm trying to chill her out.

She's really anxious,

but everything will be okay.

I'm gonna get her there.

We're gonna

continue this record.

And hopefully, you know,

the other girls

are gonna make

an appearance,

and it's gonna be

all right.

Yeah. Yeah. No no no,

she'll be ready.

She'll be ready

for the interview.

It's weird.

Yeah, but she's

gonna be okay.

I promise you,

I'm gonna take care of our girls.

Okay.

Yeah, absolutely.

Yeah, I'll have them there,

I promise.

You know I've got it.

Okay.

Yeah, everyone's having

that feeling.

Yeah yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, they'll be all right.

All right, bye.

They had nothing

but crap.

Loom?

Loom.

Lizzie was just

watching TV.

Doree then went

to the refrigerator.

Nicole just came in here

to fix her hair.

"I command you,

unclean spirit,

wherever you are,

along with all your minions,

now attacking this

servant of God...

By the mysteries

of the Incarnation, Passion,

Resurrection, Ascension

of Our Lord Jesus Christ...

By the descent

of the Holy Spirit,

by the coming

of our Lord for judgment...

I bid you tell me

by some sign

your name and the day and hour

of your departure.

I command you, moreover,

to obey me to the letter,

I, who am a minister of God,

despite my unworthiness.

Nor shall you be emboldened

to harm in any way

this creature of God,

or the bystanders,

or any of their

possessions...

Amen.

It's time to wake up,

Lenore.

You cannot always dream.

It's Halloween,

your favorite night of the year.

Remember when you

were 10 years old,

the old house

across the street?

Well, it's still there.

Mother Superior often took

you to the cemetery

on All Hallows' Eve

and Grandpa would

read you stories

from Edgar Allan Poe.

Later that night,

after you fell asleep,

the evil man

would come and visit you.

Today all of this

is a faint memory,

but Halloween

returns every year,

and with it

darkness and fear.

The time has come, Lenore,

to face your demons.

What are you doing?

Oh my God.

I can't believe you,

Annette.

Damn it.

I should just let you

starve to death next time.

You're such

a little brat.

This is disgusting.

By the way,

I have news from Lenore.

- How is she?

- She has a pact with the devil.

Didn't you know that?

You got a lucky break

when you had that car accident.

Otherwise you'd still

be a backup singer in Lenore's band,

and that's a one-way

ticket to hell.

A bit unusual

for this time of year,

don't you think?

What the hell?

I do not discriminate.

Nothing is sacred.

All b*tches must die.

Lenore, my sweet Lenore,

only death shall bring

what you seek in life.

But death comes

when death will.

When the time has arrived,

you shall become

the Lenore he created,

the Lenore

only one man knows.

When that moment

has come,

your longing for love

shall no longer be fantasy and illusion.

You wish to undo

what you did, Lenore,

but you can't.

You have chosen

your destiny.

Evil always enjoys

death and destruction.

The man in your dreams

must have told you that.

It's a game

of cat and mouse.

And love...

love is nothing more

than a game to him,

like "I love you,

I love you not.

I love you,

I love you not."

What will it be

for you,

my sweet Lenore?

And his eyes

have all the seeming

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