Necronomicon: Book of Dead Page #5

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whose heart you brought into bloom.

You're so cold.

I can either use this on you...

or on myself.

All I ever wanted was

his love, Emily.

If you're not willing to die for him...

or kill for him...

you will kill him.

Obviously their relationship

wasn't meant to be...

but that didn't make any easier.

You see, Dr. Madden

was the first man...

my mother ever loved.

So what? She left him?

Yes.

But months later...

she had to go back.

- Let me out of here!

- We have to kill him!

No.

What the hell do you want from me!?

Your both crazy!

No!

Get her away from me!

I know, I know. Come on Al!

I just came over to see...

whatever happened to you...

and somebody knocked

me over the head.

We gotta get out of here! Come on!

- Al!

- She knows too much!

She can't be trusted, Richard.

She ran away once,

and she'll run away again.

- She'll go to the police!

- No!

We can't let her go. Ever!

- No!

- It's the only way, Richard!

No!

No, there is no other way.

Without fresh spinal fluid...

I lose my senses.

I smell nothing.

I taste nothing.

I can't even feel you.

No.

Richard!

Em... i... ly.

I'm pregnant...

with his baby.

Lena saved my mother...

but only because she knew

the baby was Richard's.

His last legacy.

The baby born was me.

So your telling me that

Richard Madden, and Lena Kamen...

killed all those people...

for their spinal fluid?

Then how come 3 more bodies...

turned up all with the same M.O....

- after Madden melted?

- I cannot answer that.

You know, you tell this story

pretty well Miss Osterman.

Almost like it happened to you.

My mother and I were very close.

Well I have this sick hunch...

that you and your mother

are the same person.

That would be impossible,

Mr. Porkel, now wouldn't it?

Not if you picked up

this strange disease...

when you slept with Madden.

I mean, you said it yourself:

He didn't seem to age.

Your right, Mr. Porkel.

I am Emily.

The disease which

afflicted Dr. Madden...

and now afflicts me...

is nothing more than death itself.

I did not survive that gunshot.

But life goes on.

You, you f***ing drugged me!

Unfortunately, the air

conditioning unit...

in this building is old

and prone to break down...

on hot days such as this one.

So rather than wait

for an emergency...

I prefer to keep well stocked.

You see, I need spinal fluid

to feel his baby inside me!

You see, for years this

baby lay inside me...

kicking, but never born.

All we can do is hope.

Isn't that right, Lena.

That's right, Emily

The inner city wasteland.

Once home to Philadelphia's

finest, and most God fearing...

is now lorded over

by a self-styled god.

A miscreate known as "The Butcher".

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