Evil Dead Page #4

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F***.

You hold that.

You got it?

Hold it there, okay?

Hold it.

F*** it.

David, I did something terrible.

I'm sure you didn't mean to hurt her.

That thing I killed was not Olivia.

He's losing too much blood.

Baby, he needs water and sugar. Okay?

Go.

Go!

Okay. Okay.

- All right.

- David.

I read a passage from that book.

It was some sort of prayer.

I released something, David.

I released something evil.

Natalie?

Mia?

Natalie.

What am I doing down here?

My leg hurts.

I can't move.

I'm going to come down there, okay?

Why did you lock me down here?

You were supposed to help me.

Hey, we're trying to help you, okay?

You were out of control, you know?

You got violent and we didn't

know what else to do.

Mia, something really

terrible has happened...

and we have to get out of here now.

You don't understand.

He's not going to let you leave!

And he's not going to stop

until he has you.

Until he has all of you!

I can smell your filthy soul.

Kiss me, you dirty c*nt!

Why don't you come down here

so I can suck your cock, pretty boy!

Mia.

Mia's not here, you f***ing idiot!

Your little sister

is being raped in hell!

Home. I want to go home.

Eric.

I don't know why,

but I thought this would end it.

But this book does not burn.

It does not f***ing burn.

Tell me what's going on here.

This book uses some...

ancient alphabet.

There's some translations, but...

Just scattered notes.

They all refer to some...

evil entity.

A taker of souls.

A demon.

It says...

"Once he feasts on five souls...

"the sky will bleed again

and the abomination...

"will rise from Hell."

This is insane.

This thing is attached to

Mia's soul like a leech...

it's becoming her.

If we want to stop this,

if we want to help Mia...

I think we're going to have to kill her.

What did you say?

Everything says...

Eric! We're not going to

f***ing kill anybody!

Are you listening to yourself?

What about those dead cats

down in the basement?

I mean, maybe they had some disease.

Some virus that spread to Mia...

and then she passed it to Olivia

when she puked all over her face!

But what kind of a virus makes a person

cut off their face with a piece of glass?

Oh, God.

I don't know what we're

dealing with here, okay?

But it stopped raining, and in a couple

of hours the river will be clear...

and we're going to get out of this place.

All of us.

It doesn't matter where we go.

If we don't do something right now...

we are all going to be dead by then!

Don't do it, you little b*tch!

Don't cut it off!

Don't cut it off!

F*** you!

No, no, no!

No!

I had to do it.

And I feel much better now.

Hold on, baby. Hold on, please.

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