Don't Kill It Page #5

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in one place.

But they all have one thing

in common:

They exist to destroy.

There's just something

about us,

about our world,

that they wanna end.

So, what about

this one?

How does

this one work?

Many years ago, my old man

and I, came across a small town

not unlike this one

y'all got here.

Thing had been there

for a couple of days.

Nearly the whole town

had gotten killed.

It was unusual because demons

normally aren't responsible

for those type of body counts.

They're more partial

to personal torment.

But this thing was

different.

See, the way it transfigured

was by being killed.

The moment you killed it,

it became you.

Which, needless to say,

complicated things.

So anyway,

me and my dad sat there

and explained

this to the townfolks,

just like I'm explaining it

to you now.

Course, they believed us

straight on,

having seen the carnage

themselves.

Okay. So how'd you kill it?

See, my old man

had the brave idea.

He sacrificed himself.

He drank a poison,

and then he killed it.

So the demon

had no place to go.

And I could trap it.

Well, I'm so sorry.

I lost my daddy

to prostate cancer.

That's a shame.

So how did you lose the demon?

I'm getting to it.

It's complicated.

I tried to hang onto it

for 30 years.

It just had a funny way

of slipping out of my hands.

You see, the thing has

a life of its own.

It doesn't wanna stay

in that box.

It's got a way of influencing

the world around it.

Okay. How did you lose it,

Mr. woodley?

You can't kill the thing.

All you can do

is put it where no one

will ever get to it.

So I rented a plane,

came down here.

Was gonna drop it here

in the bayou.

Engine trouble,

fire starts,

i gotta bail out.

Plane just scatters itself

all around town.

I remember investigating

that crash.

Good for you.

Anyhow,

middle of the bayou ain't

a bad place to hide the thing.

So I just stuck around town

for a while,

just in case somebody

stumbled upon it.

Which is good,

because that's what happened.

Well,

some nice trees they

have here.

Seem to have forgotten

my wallet. Heh, heh.

What?

Fine.

This one's on me.

Thank you very much.

So let's just say

any part of that is true.

You got a plan?

I suggest you find the man

that killed the last

of those three murderers.

Hold a town meeting

with everyone except him,

tell them what happened

and maybe

we can work together on this.

You wanna tell an entire town

there's a body-hopping demon

on the loose?

Something like that.

That will only

exacerbate things.

Even if they believe you,

which I highly doubt,

this town is ultra-Christian.

They're gonna go into a panic.

Chief Dunham, is there

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