Gallowwalkers Page #4

- Where is he?

- I'll find him.

Guess we made it.

I'm gonna go.

Hey?

Yeah?

You killed me.

Why the f*** did you shoot me?

You would have bled to death.

A man might take

the news of his own death...

Badly.

I felt for the kid,

I really did.

But I couldn't just leave him to die.

Me, I had unfinished business

at my place of my own resurrection.

I figured,

if I ever made it back,

I would tell him about the time

when I died.

It was over.

My death meant nothing.

But to my mother,

it was everything.

Let him live!

He's my only son.

And I'll stay here as your servant.

Oh, my price is a

little higher than that!

He is one of mine now.

He has blood on his hands.

My deal is this:

When he is resurrected,

So too will all those

slain by his hand.

Now, you must pay!

And so I awoke beneath that mountain,

where my mother had

sacrificed her life for mine.

Whilst out there,

the damned were stirring.

Fine flesh.

Not as fair as I would wish,

but you'll fit him well.

What breed was your mother?

She was Scottish.

Those Celts have luster.

And your father, was he...

pale skinned?

"Pale"?

He was invisible.

Well, I'll soon have my boy again, once we

patch him up with that fine skin of yours.

At last!

The entrance!

Mosca, bring my boy.

Kiss Cut!

You my whore or what?

Boss!

You see this, Boss?

It is called the Amenta.

It means:
"The Land of the Dead."

You don't take that path, Boss.

But this one, Boss, is called

the Ura Buras at the pinnacle.

It means:
"Resurrection shall

be found at the mountaintop."

This is the path, Boss.

I'm certain.

Stay here.

Bring my boy.

Mosca? You know this

coat of mine you like so much?

You just earned it.

Thank you, Boss!

Thank you!

Me, I like the cuffs.

I blew you a kiss.

And you blew me away.

- I had no choice.

- So choose now.

Knives or guns?

Guns.

Guns it is.

I don't sleep.

If I did,

one thought would keep me from it.

Why did my son not return?

You brought death everyone of us.

So tell me!

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You any good with your left?

I thought you wanted me dead?

Well, dead ain't what it use to be.

All this over one

petty piece of p*ssy?

He took his own life!

My boy!

My son!

I'm a woman in need of rescue.

What kind of man are you?

I'm the heartless kind.

Hey, come on.

I don't know how to be dead!

No one taught you how to live!

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