The Wizard of Gore Page #5

Trick, a word with so many meanings.

Are you ready...

for the truth?

You're my baby girl.

It's all right, right?

Ed. Ed.

Careful.

What the hell?

I remember.

Maggie, I remember everything.

Do you?

Look... come here.

Don't hurt me.

What is that?

All right. It's Montag's crest

and other stupid things...

But what is it a picture of?

It's a bunny.

No, it's not a bunny. What is it?

What is it?

It's a bunny rabbit... a rabbit.

No. It's a hare.

Hare?

It's a hare. March Hare Escort.

What does that mean to you?

March Hare Escorts.

You're rambling. You're hurting me.

You never hurt me before.

I just thought we were going to be

able to do this together,

but I guess I was wrong.

Please.

What's in that thing?

You already asked me

f***ing once at the show,

and I told you it's none of your business.

We didn't go.

We were trying to figure out what to do,

and then you started working on this

and zoned out.

It was hours ago.

I remember.

Maggie, I remember.

I'm a bad man.

You're psycho, that's what you are.

You haven't gone anywhere tonight

except for in this thing.

Maggie, give me back my bag.

No, I...

There's something wrong with you.

It's like you've got holes in your brain.

And they clear up when I hit that bag,

so give it f***ing back to me.

Nothing clears up.

You don't know where you've been

or where you haven't

- or what you've seen or what...

- Give it to me!

Give me back my bag.

Holy sh*t. God.

Please. No.

Come here.

Get away from me!

Ohh!

Chong cut Maggie loose

from March Hare Escorts,

and I cut her loose from life.

The old doc says I have

to find my own way, and I will.

I'll sit here outside Jumbo's

all day long if I have to.

Frank can easily arrange things,

playing middle man from the good doctor

from his spot behind the bar.

He knows where

March Hare Escorts is,

and he'll tell me,

even if he doesn't want to.

I have nothing left except questions.

Who is the magician

if Montag doesn't perform magic?

What is the trick?

Where have the bodies gone?

When did I become the murderer?

Why does Dr. Chong seem

to have all the answers

except the ones I need?

The magician will try to distract me,

to trap me unless I find him first.

But I'll be powerless

If I get him before he can

tell me what to believe.

To trap me... until I find him first.

This I know to be true.

I'm a bad man who tricked himself

into believing I wasn't.

I've always had the murderer inside me.

It all comes back to March Hare Escorts.

It all started there,

and that's where it will end.

Come back in an hour. We're closed.

Ed?

Man, you look terrible.

You want, like, a glass

of water or something?

Make like a bunny and bounce.

Hey, don't be talking that smack in here,

especially lately, people are f***ing...

Get your f***ing sweaty hands off me!

Shut up. Shut up.

Now, most people, they go their whole lives

with the destiny that's on the horizon

that they just never touch.

And mine's at a place

called March Hare Escorts.

Yeah.

Just give me the f***ing address.

Okay.

Hello.

Hello.

The Bunny Trail Motel.

I've been here before.

I've been here many times before.

When we escape, we escape fully.

And they are...

ugly.

"They are those that

are closest to us us...

"They're our best friends.

They're our...

"The third trap is in the air now,

"and it will not hold firm when it lands.

"You see it bite

into the little darling's leg.

"Take it off.

"Hit the floor.

Hit the floor.

Until you are donel

What is inside you?

"Ling Chi:

Death by a thousand cuts.

Death by a thousand cuts.

You want to get rid of it?

You've got to bleed it out.

Hoorah!

Ling Chi:

Death by a thousand cuts.

I will cut you piece by piece.

I will open you up,

then you can see I am not the magician.

I am the trick.

Like you, I am a prop

to be used for this final trick.

I will let out what

the magician added to you,

and once you are truly opened up,

you can put the pieces together.

In this world, there are

two kinds of people:

Fools and visionaries.

The fool sees the solution

the magician intends him to see.

Which one are you?

The fool...

or the visionary?

The visionary.

Escaped visionary.

Go ahead.

Cut me more,

because the more you cut,

the more I bleed,

and the more I bleed,

the more you lose your hold on me.

That... That was just a means to an end.

But you and what you have accomplished...

That you have always had within you.

The only reason that you haven't seen it

is because magic is all

about misdirection...

But you...

don't have direction.

I think now I do.

Hey, there he is!

Don't just stand there. Come here.

Give me a hand with this sh*t.

God...

You can't put the whammy on me.

The poison's bled out.

Hey, Ed, I'm the magician,

and the poison ain't the trick.

You are.

At least you will be now that you've

taken care of Montag for me.

Don't bet on it.

Just get your ass over here

and help me with this sh*t.

It's all yours now.

Oh, hey!

What do you think, huh,

about the redecorating of the Bunny Trail?

I figured a cat like you,

with your eye for detail,

would dig that.

Bloody wing tips in one room,

filthy DNA-smeared sheets in another.

Complete sets of fingerprints

in all of 'em.

And, oh, yeah.

The bodies.

But I can make it all

just disappear.

Pfoo.

And I will provide you with everything

that you could ever, ever, ever need.

Yeah, like filling me up with enough tetro

so I can dose audiences?

Till I can barely move?

Until my skull gets cracked open

by the next replacement?

Let's just stop f***ing around here.

You got a taste for only

two things right now:

Tetrodotoxin and hurting people!

And only one of them is new!

Now, that's funny

because I was thinking

of the exact same thing.

- Aah!

- Why don't I take

the tainted blood on this knife

and mainline a nice dose of tetro into you

and I find the replacement

magician next time, huh?

Don't worry. You're not going to die.

You won't exactly live, either.

You can ice three strangers to frame a man,

but when you get that man

to murder his own,

you better know what you're doing

because by forcing him to cut

everything from his world,

the stage he built for himself,

the suit he wore,

the actors he cast in his own little story,

you might just find that man reborn.

Very interesting.

Do you want to get my clothes?

So what did you think of the story?

It needs a little editing,

especially the parts that mention my name

and things I may

or may not do or have done

that fall beyond acceptable norms.

You got the top copy.

That's the special edition.

That's just for Chong.

You might want to check out

some of the others.

They're a little less... explicit.

You see, Chong,

I didn't exactly have enough...

ink...

if you get what I'm saying.

Now sit down.

And shut up.

And take that special edition.

And eat it.

But tear it into little pieces first

so you don't choke.

You could have taken the tetro out of me

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