Deadman Apocalypse Page #3
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- What has she been doing here?
All by herself.
- Does my son know?
- He knows nothing!
- You better pray
he knows nothing!
And you better hope the Jackal
doesn't find out either!
- Jack isn't dumb like
you, he'll figure it out.
I'll make sure he knows.
- And I'll make sure he's
dead within the hour!
from now on he stays
with his father!
- It's Tegu, sire.
- I know the name of my own son,
you terminal, f***ing disease!
- Leave my son alone, Ramses!
He's all I live for.
- Brogdale, get
this woman a mint,
a very strong mint.
- Up!
Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
- No!
- Obey your father!
Do not let yourself fool!
This is not about your ability
to stop yourself falling!
It's about your
ability to get back up!
Most of my education, I
learned from my grandfather,
he raised me when my
parents no longer could.
Very wise man, never
liked me even as a boy.
He used to tell me the story,
that deep in the mines where
it was unsafe to venture,
there rested a banshee.
before a tragedy would strike.
As it often did.
He said, those that
encountered the banshee
learned of a mystical
power of which you posess,
anything a person wanted to be,
a miner, a soldier,
a great king,
this banshee could
make you become.
The tale was, of course,
just a big time story
they told to stop
the children playing
in the dangerous mines at most,
but I was fascinated
by the idea of this
fictional power, I
never wanted to be
someone's slave,
hammering tunnels
for the rich and desperate.
I wanted to be better
than all of them,
and though I never
met the banshee,
outside that hateful
bastards deluded mind,
I became emperor.
You see, boy, there
is no mystical power
to help you succeed.
I watched as this
world fell to its knees
and begged me to help,
those that didn't join
me turned to ashes.
The entire human race swept away
like tiny grains of sand,
lost in the desert storm.
Silence!
Fools!
Everyone of us, for
fearing this palace insect
strung up before us.
remnant from the old race,
my trophy for the battle I won!
It was his people that forced
us down into the earth,
who made us work day
and night like slaves,
digging, crafting these tunnels,
I saw men drop dead
with exhaustion,
heard the screams of hundreds
as tunnels collapsed.
Cave crashed!
- Stop it!
- I saw their skin
turn hard as stone,
blood to sand and eyes to dust
as the dehydration grew,
as that blazing red star
grew ever closer.
Burnt!
Would they spare us so
much as one sip of water?
Not a single drop!
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