The Stakelander Page #2

Most of the good

in the world is gone.

Hate...

Hate seems to be the only thing

that grows anymore.

You don't need fangs

to be monster.

They're worse

than the vamps.

They chose this.

-Ladies and gentlemen,

feast your eyes

on the Behemoth!

-But first,

an appetizer of mayhem,

a mano-a-mano

no-rules death match!

And now,

the bane of bezerkers,

the viceroy of violence...

the undefeated...

the Stakelander!

Mister?

Mister.

Mister, it's me.

It's me, idiot.

-Martin?

-Yes!

-Fight or die!

-Aah!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-What?

-Back up.

-It's a precaution.

Was it Brotherhood?

It was a she-vamp.

She was working

with the Brotherhood.

They ambushed us...

came out of nowhere.

-She had other vamps

with her, bezerkers...

and they were organized

like an army...

...like she had some kind

of control over them.

I've never seen

anything like it.

I tried to save them, but...

Can we kill her?

-You've got your

whole life to die, kid.

No point in rushing it.

Let it go.

-I can't.

-A man spends his life

on revenge...

he might as well

dig two graves.

-I did.

We named our daughter Belle.

You remember Belle?

-I remember everybody, kid.

Most of them are dead.

-Hey, I want to be on the road

in about an hour.

-I don't know

what the hurry is, kid.

-What is with her?

-She's feral.

Probably raised herself up

in the wilds.

I've seen it before.

Hey.

Come here.

Come here.

It's okay.

That's it, now...

- There you go.

-It's music.

It's good.

That's it.

--Yeah.

- Martin, move the table!

-In there?

-Yep, in the hole.

-And the weapons!

-No, in the hole!

Girl, come on,

come on! Move!

That a girl, down there.

Down there!

Martin, here.

No, no, no, wait!

Wait, what are you doing?

He's in here!

Brothers, sisters...

-God damn it!

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

Don't worry.

Mister ain't easy to kill

and they haven't seen us.

We'll get him back.

Come on.

-Oh sh*t.

-Oh! Ooh!

You mother...!

-Ah!

I hate vampires.

-Are there any more?

-I hope not.

Oh, nice shot, kid.

She put a claw in me.

-All right,

we got to get it out.

-No.

--It's plugging a hole.

-Yeah, but you're gonna

bleed to death.

-You're gonna have

to cauterize it.

There's a lockdown

north of here.

They got a doctor.

Oh, stop your crying.

I ain't dead yet, woman.

I'm ready, kid.

Slap iron to it.

-Find him.

Bring that heathen

son of a b*tch back.

-Yes, sir.

-Sir!

-I'm sorry, Mother.

He escaped.

I don't know how.

He, uh...

He had help.

He won't get far.

I-- I've sent men after him.

My humblest apologies,

mother of our blood.

Please forgive me.

You ought to leave

me here, kid.ans)

I'm slowing you down.

-All right, shut up.

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