Edges of Darkness Page #5

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That's a nice machete.

How could something

that looks and smells so sweet

end up tasting so sour?

There's something wrong

with that girl.

This ain't right.

You going somewhere?

We need another.

Well, what about jungle fever

in apartment 16?

Look, I'm just saying.

I mean, you think we should replace her?

I really think we should

give it some time.

Look, this is not gonna work.

Not in the long run.

I need to go out there

and find another.

Hopefully a male.

We can feed off of him,

use her to supplement.

Maybe breed 'em.

Breeding.

That's pretty smart.

Yeah, I thought it up.

Hopefully, he'll taste

a little better.

Well, what about us?

I trust you.

You sure about that?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Oh, yeah?

Stanley:
Tonight.

( door creaks )

Who the f*** are you

supposed to be?

- Shh!

- ( screams )

- You dead son of a--

- ( shushing )

Good.

I'm going to snap

your neck like a twig.

My cactus.

( gasps )

Whatever that was

cannot exist.

But those things outside do.

Everything's too real

to be a dream.

I could be dreaming.

Maybe this is all

one great nightmare...

that seems to be half a year,

but it's actually

one night of sleep.

No no, it's all too vivid,

too complex.

( heart beating )

( squelching )

( door closes )

We have power?

How do we have power?

We have no power, Dean.

It's the backup power.

I have a little left from earlier.

Oh.

I can't sleep.

I was thinking

about Mr. Charles.

What do you think he was thinking

when those things ripped his arms off

and nobody went

to help him?

He was probably thinking, "Oh, sh*t,

they f***ing ripped my arms off."

Do you remember

when we were married

and we said we'd love

each other

until the end of time?

Do you still love me?

Dean.

Dana, I told you that I get

caught up in my writing.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

Aren't you tired?

I'm not. I'm bipolar.

- Go back to sleep.

- Okay.

Ouch!

( rat squeaks )

You are a vicious

little f***er.

Lord,

grant me the strength

to do what must be

and the knowledge to guide me

through these difficult waters.

There was someone

in the apartment.

The boy?

A warrior.

Did she possess the mark?

The tattoo on her wrist?

I don't know.

Robert is with her

in the apartment now.

Go back and find the boy.

Do what you have to do.

It should be me.

( speaks in tongues )

She's not the one.

Get her up.

( grunting )

Where are they?

What the hell is going on?

Where?

Who?

( winces )

( grunting )

( panting )

Priest:

You don't know.

She doesn't know.

Kill her.

- What do you want?

- Please, I'm a priest.

- What do you want?

- The boy.

Como say what?

The Antichrist.

( grunts )

( growls )

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