Death Hunter Page #3

man and beast.

Why, or how it works

is still a mystery.

The normal world won't even

acknowledge their existence.

Does that mean I'm gonna turn

into one of those things?

I wouldn't wager on it.

Save your new found physique,

there hasn't been a change

since I gave you the antidote.

There's a full moon out tonight.

If you were infected,

you'd be running amok by now.

What then?

Nothing, I'm afraid.

It appears you've beaten

the infection altogether.

You act as if you're

disappointed.

The one who possesses the

power of the lycanthrope

holds the key to defeating

all the creatures of

the dark knight.

For a moment, I thought that

person might be you.

It was you.

It was you I saw from

the road that day.

Yes.

Why didn't you help me then?

I didn't know if you

could be trusted.

You've witnessed first hand

the types of individuals who

choose to inhabit the desert.

I think you're lying.

I think you wanted

this to happen.

I think you wanted me

to get bitten.

Impressive.

At first glance, you looked

to be a simple man.

But you're much smarter and

stronger than the others.

But then, that's why

you survived.

(Grunting)

Give me one reason I

shouldn't break your neck.

Well, it appears you have

some lycan in you after all.

You are the chosen one.

The prophecy has

foretold it.

Prophecy?

You're no better than

the rest of them.

Do you realize

what you've done?!

Yes. Given mankind a chance.

You should've let me die!

Your grief is clouding

your judgment.

You were bitten by

a werewolf.

And if you hadn't survived

the attack,

You'd have been doomed to walk

the earth a tormented soul.

(Groaning)

What if I don't wanna

be your dark knight?

Then both our wives' deaths

will have been in vain.

(Groaning)

They killed your wife?

Yes.

(Coughing)

I'm sorry.

Sometimes we don't get to

choose our destiny, Mr. Croix.

Sometimes it chooses us.

I suggest you get some sleep.

Your body's still healing.

Tomorrow, if you still

have reservations,

I will guide you

to the main road.

You have my word.

(Metal clanging)

(Music)

(Car stutters)

Oh, c'mon.

(Car stutters)

Damnit.

He will not rest.

He will NOT rest.

Behold.

I give unto you power to tread

on serpents and scorpions.

And over all,

the power of the enemy.

And nothing shall by

any means hurt you.

They will not rest?

I'm not sure if I

understand your question.

I think you do.

The souls of the victims.

A lycan, like a vampire,

is a damned soul.

To die by one of them,

is to become a damned

soul yourself.

Doomed to walk the earth

in an in between state,

until their killers are

stopped and their spirits

set free.

Where did you hear this?

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