Hatchet II Page #2

Times are tough

and money is money.

You sound just like my daddy.

Who's yourfather?

Samson Dunston.

Samson Dunston.

Samson Dunston's kid?

Yes.

Well, how is old Samson doing?

He's dead.

Grace.

Crowley got him

and my brothertoo,

and then Jack Cracker

freaked out on me.

Practically shot me when

he found out who I was.

He said that you would be able

to tell me what my daddy did.

Samson Dunston.

- Samson Dunston's gone.

- Please.

What do you know?

Same thing that

everybody else whispers

about these backwoods,

I suppose.

Only I was around when

it actually happened.

When what happened?

A long time ago

before you were born

when I wasjust a boy.

There was a man named

Thomas Crowley.

He lived out there in

Honey lsland Swamp

with his wife Shyann.

They lived alone.

No kids, just the two of them.

Shyann was sick,

some sort of stomach cancer

eating her up slowly

and gradually taking its time.

Now the way I always heard it

Shyann had a nurse named Lena

a beautiful Cajun woman who

would come by to tend to her.

And over the long months

of Shyann's passing,

Thomas and Lena got closer.

Too close.

Call Thomas Crowley a cheat,

call him an infidel,

but given the circumstances,

the entire situation was

nothing but sad and tragic.

With his wife as good as dead

for so many years,

it was only a matter of time until the

pain and suffering of his own emotions

needed to be addressed.

It took almost a year of Thomas

and Lena carrying on in secret

before the day came when Shyann

finally found peace from her suffering.

But the moment was not

so much a release

as it was a nightmare.

No!

She put a curse on Thomas Crowley

and his mistress, Lena,

a curse that would not only damn them

but the bastard child that was

already growing in Lena's belly.

No.

They say that on the day

Victor Crowley was born,

the swamp mourned.

The trees wept.

The wildlife became sickly and died.

His presence was like a pestilence

that turned the area into death.

Come on.

There it is.

Push, push.

Push. There it is.

Come on.

Come on. One more.

Here it comes.

One more, one more.

Victor Crowley was born ridden with

grotesque tumors, disease

and pain.

Let me see.

Let me see it!

A living monster.

And Lena...

Some say she died the moment

she laid eyes on her child.

Now the legend would

have you believe that Mr. Crowley

kept his son hidden away

to protect him,

but what he was really hiding

was his mistake, his infidelity

and his curse.

Over the years, Thomas Crowley

learned to love his monster of a son.

With just the two of them

being hidden away,

he made his peace with God.

And on that fateful

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