Blood Shed Page #4

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Gabriel.

Gabriel. The archangel?

You know Arsen locked

all the doors?

And that means, all of us

fixin' to be cooped up in here,

till he gets back,

first thing in the morning.

No, there has to be

another way out of here.

The only other way outta here

is through the looney bin,

and everything down

there is boarded up,

and you don't know nothin'

about that, right?

No.

Okay.

You don't know that b*tch?

She'll cut your f***ing tongue out.

How do you know Jezebel Zavala?

'Cause I see things, boy.

I know whatever that

b*tch is looking for,

it got a lot to do with yo ass.

She's alive?

Depends on your

definition of "alive."

Okay, can you help us

get out of here or not?

Help you?

F*** no.

Me and my girl, Lucy,

are gonna lock this shed,

we gon' get good and high,

and when Arsen brings his ass

back first thing in the morning,

I'ma kick his skull in.

Come on, bud. Let's go.

Come on.

I hope you both get real high.

Yes, we will.

Gabriel.

Gabriel!

Let's go. Go, go, go, go, go!

Gabriel!

What're we gonna do?

This sucks.

We should've just stayed inside.

Why? So you can f*** him again?

I didn't f*** anyone.

So, you know there's a psych ward,

in the basement, right?

No, that is an urban legend,

and you know what?

That old man,

he's lived here forever.

He has to know a way out.

Oh, the one who tried to rape me?

He was probably trying

to tell you something.

- What about my mom?

- Okay.

Let's just go to the top,

and work our way down.

Okay.

I see you, Devon.

Stop being a c*nt.

It's you.

I'm not afraid of you.

I've been waiting for you.

Let's do this.

Either I, uh, f*** you,

or cut you in 30 different ways.

It's your choice.

B*tch.

Be gentle.

F***er.

F***!

Stay here.

Gabriel!

Did you find her?

What's in there?

Nobody. Come on.

She's gone, Trace.

No!

Come on.

- Let's go.

- No.

- Stop, no.

- Will you please shut this.

- Stop.

- Now what?

The basement, or the old man.

Come on.

F*** my ass.

Goddamn you, girl.

Lucy.

Witch! You don' mess with

the wrong motherf***er.

Did you guys know there are

over 4,000 units in here?

All this stuff that

people can't let go of,

but they can just so

easily forget about.

It's like, why not just

bring it all to Goodwill?

At least someone will

get some use out of it.

Will you shut up.

Who gives a f*** about Goodwill?

I'm just tryna' get outta here.

Really? It was your stupid

f***ing idea to come drinking,

in this creepy ass

shed to begin with.

Knock it off.

- What's it say?

- That we should leave.

Isn't that just f***ing genius.

Unfortunately, we're

locked in for the night.

Hey!

We can't leave.

The doors are locked.

The deadbolts are locked.

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