Warlock Page #2

But I can find the beast

only if his blood was spilt.

He came through this

window, did he not?

Landing here.

The blond-haired guy?

Him?

Was he cut?

Show me where.

This may do.

Police emergency.

Yeah. Some guy's in

the house with me.

I don't know how

dangerous he is,

but he's got a thing for blood.

You know.

Draw your own conclusions.

I've got your address

on the screen.

3237 Woodburn.

Can I have your name?

Kassandra with a "K."

We'll have a car there

in a few minutes.

Don't expect me to be

waiting around for you

'cause I'm skating right now.

Your well, where would it be?

My whale?

Your well... the place

you draw water.

Oh, sure.

My well.

Now, brute, one last time

will we play the game out.

What is it?

Please, do not even

breathe on it.

Some kind of compass?

Witch compass.

This one here?

What of it?

What is it?

As I say, 'tis a witch compass.

Ohh.

You mean witch...

Not which.

Like Samantha, Tabitha witch.

Like the warlock.

Th-that guy was a warlock?

The rudest that ever

troubled daylight.

And this little jobber's

going to find him, right?

The needle shall point

up his direction.

The quicker it swings,

the closer is he.

The slower, the more distant.

Way cool.

What a cup of sh*t.

This isn't gonna work.

Give it time.

The blood was thin.

Time's something you

ain't got, Buddy.

Though first I did think

this was Newcastle

or a township of the Carolinas,

I think I'm farther removed.

Much farther.

Hey, somebody's coming out.

Freeze, police!

Watch his hands.

Watch it!

He lays waste to

all in his path.

The place matters not.

Hear me when I say he's evil.

Evil absolute.

We'll run him down

to the station,

but in the meantime,

here's some advice.

Get away from this house.

You got a watch?

Yeah.

Time me.

You've reached 911

police emergency.

Please stand by.

Your call will be handled

as soon as an operator

becomes available.

Ohh!

Tout, tout, through and about,

your callow life in dismay.

Rentum oscillum tormentum.

A decade twice over a day.

This guy put some kind of

hoodoo hex spell on me.

He made me 40 instead of 20.

Is that what this guy did?

There's no crime of

which he's incapable.

Hey, hey, uh... ahem.

Other door, ok?

Other door.

Not a local product, are you?

Too late!

The evil one is back!

It's too late!

16 hundred and 91?

Aye.

Like almost 300 years ago?

As queer it seems to you,

'tis even more so to me.

He did this?

20 f***in' years,

and not one party.

What a total ass-burn.

The altar table, he broked it?

Yeah, he broked it.

Hey, look, I didn't spring you

so you could come fix furniture.

What about me?

How do we fix my face?

What was it he took from you?

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