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"In my tortured ears

there sounds unceasingly a nightmare whirring and flapping,

and a faint, distant baying

as of some gigantic hound."

Howard Phillips Lovecraft

Tonight we caught the cursed one.

Marianne Basselin.

Marked with the Holy Cross, buried five feet under.

FEBRUARY 17, 1617

A TUESDAY

And with her without any mistakes,

will her covenant with the devil be burned until naught is left.

Jesus, God, Mary, all of you, by my faith protect me.

Jesus, God, Mary, all of you, by my faith protect me.

Jesus, God...

Baptiste!

Come on.

Please.

Come on.

My God, come on.

By the whore Mary Magdalene!

- Has it burned? - Yes, Father.

- To the very ashes? - Yes, Your Excellency.

Then will her soul be freed,

removed from the devil's reach, pardoned before God.

Amen.

She will become you.

One by one.

And one by one,

you will all die.

Like me.

- No! - Don't!

Samuel, why did you do that?

He's moving! Good God, he's moving!

Is she doing this?

She's coming out!

Shit.

Run.

Run!

To the lighthouse!

Emma!

No!

Watch out!

Watch out!

The doorway.

No tickling!

What is this thing?

You are so pretty.

You are so pretty.

What is this?

- Lucie's favorite toy. - One of you will die.

- Oh, my God! - Don't listen.

Your child is simply delicious, S�by.

- My God. - Delicious.

Don't listen. It isn't true.

Wait.

I'm biting him. I'm eating him.

Feet and head and nose.

Each bite in his flesh, in his feet and his little eyes.

Ripped, chewed, his tongue...

S�by, it's over.

- Still listening to this kind of music? - Yes.

Did you see that?

It's her.

Nana?

Nana, is that you?

Can I come with you?

Can I?

- No. - Why not?

Liar. It's not you.

You say this because you don't remember me.

You've forgotten me.

Of course not.

If Emma writes before Tuesday...

you will find your baby, S�by. I promise.

What?

Where is he?

- Where is he? - Real close.

I just played with him.

- Don't listen to her, she's lying. - Emma is lying.

Why do you always defend her? I'm your sister.

You're not.

Because I'm dead?

Because of Emma? It's always because of Emma.

She was there. She saw.

- What? - Emma was there when I hid.

No one was there.

Yes, she was. But she left me.

She let me suffocate and choke. Just ask her.

- Let me in. - Never!

Why is she doing this?

For fun.

Emma!

I'm glad you're...

- What are you doing? - Aurore, are you Marianne?

- Are you insane? - Answer me!

Are you Marianne?

No!

And you, S�by?

Are you Marianne?

No. Of course not.

Okay.

And you, Emma?

Are you Marianne?

No. I'm Emma.

You killed the dog.

No.

No, I didn't.

Where's Nono?

CHAPTER 13

Run!

Watch out!

Who are you?

What do you want?

You're dead!

I came to warn you.

Little brother,

I lost you?

Not yet. I'm a prisoner.

Where?

Because of her?

She's busy right now.

She's harming elsewhere.

You've escaped?

Will you be back?

I can't. She has to write me.

Then I can escape.

Emma can't do that.

Why not?

Because things get worse when she writes.

Things are ugly.

Look at you.

You missed me only after I was gone.

You anger and humiliate her, while you've always known she loves you.

You pretended not to see.

You take advantage.

We're like that.

We can fix it with a little effort.

Emma won't bother. You have to help her.

She must write.

By Tuesday.

If Emma doesn't write, she'll take Aurore next.

You want her to take Aurore?

No. I don't.

She has to write me.

Then I can come back.

Do you want me back?

Yes.

Make her understand at all costs.

Will you do it?

Yes.

You should go now.

And the dog?

Where is Nono?

Where were you?

- By the water. - Are you Marianne?

No.

Good.

She's none of us.

Can you drop this now?

Sorry.

I had to be sure.

Sorry.

If he had said yes, what then?

You'd have shot him?

No. No.

- Like you shot the dog? - I didn't.

I had to be sure, Aurore.

She's here. She'll toy with us.

I just saw my sister.

She told me...

things.

She's torturing us.

We must stick together.

Until the sun rises and the water recedes. Okay?

And after that?

We can go home.

And what about my son?

- She's got my son, Emma. - I know.

- We'll find a solution. - What?

- Emma? - Another one. I don't know.

There's no real solution?

Emma.

There's no solution?

What is that?

That's her.

ONE OF YOU FOR ME WHO WILL IT BE?

- You didn't see her? - Where?

- Who? - There!

Why didn't you see her?

- Why am I the only one? - She's coming for you.

Why are you saying this?

Someone told me.

Sorry.

You're disgusting. You're disgusting!

Hold on, Aurore. I'm coming.

Everything's okay.

I'm here. Everything will be okay.

Don't move. It's over.

I'm here.

It's okay.

I'm here.

You must write, Emma.

I've got blood in my eyes.

Emma.

- You must write. - No. I must not.

- She'll kill Aurore. - I've got her.

There's no other way.

We've tried everything, all of us, together.

We fought...

and it's gotten worse.

Say you'll write, and she'll give my baby back.

And she'll take ten elsewhere.

She's destroying us one by one.

We have to fight.

We fought

and we lost.

Look at Aurore.

Look at Samuel.

If I write, far worse things will happen.

Worse things will happen

to others! Things will happen to other people.

We're done paying!

Look at us, damn it!

I want Tonio back.

- You have to understand this. - No. You're wrong.

We have to resist. We have to fight.

That's all.

It's unfair that it has fallen to us, like a disease or a disaster.

It's up to us to fight.

No one else will.

You'll have to trust me.

We'll figure it out.

Where were you?

When Lucie...

locked herself in?

When...

Lucie suffocated?

When she had the accident.

Were you there?

I...

Were you there?

At the lighthouse?

You were on the island?

I was, but it's not my fault.

You knew what happened for 15 years...

- and you said nothing? - No one would have believed me.

- Because you locked her in? - I didn't lock her in.

- Did you leave her? - No.

Tell me it's not true. Tell me you weren't there.

I...

No.

I couldn't find her.

I didn't see her. I was looking...

I couldn't find her.

- So it's true? - I searched.

I couldn't find her in time.

I should have found her faster.

I should have found her faster.

You were there?

You left her?

I couldn't stay. I was too young.

You understand?

We were too young.

I'm sorry.

Please...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please, forgive me.

Please, forgive me.

Please, forgive me. Aurore.

I'm sorry.

You know it wasn't me.

You told me back there. You told me that you knew.

It's unforgivable, Emma.

People die because of you.

You're unforgivable.

Say you'll write.

I won't lose my son for you or anybody else.

So you're going to write?

You have to cock it, Arnaud.

I must convince you, Emma.

At any cost.

I promised my brother.

If you saw your brother tonight...

it wasn't him.

Say you will write.

Tell her.

- Tell her. - No.

Nono, I'm sorry. I won't write.

I'm sorry about Tonio.

I'm sorry about all this.

I've already tried to flee. Look.

Look at what I've become.

I'm destroying myself.

She's destroying us.

That's what she does.

There's no church against her.

There's no God, no good.

There's only me.

And I won't give in anymore.

I will fight her.

I will fight her to the death.

Shoot me if you want to...

but I'm staying here.

I'll find a new way to hurt her.

Okay. I get it.

Okay.

So the witch has to be told she will have to take me next.

I can't bear seeing her hurt you.

Hurt you all.

I don't want her to hurt you,

the only woman who loves me a bit.

How can you love me when you know me so well?

And you...

nobody should hurt you anymore.

I'd rather she take me.

So I'm taking you.

No!

No!

Little brother.

No.

He's not here anymore.

He's all wet.

He has drowned.

There's...

only me now.

Beloved readers...

CHAPTER 14 I WILL WRITE

I've lost my way lately...

in a murky battle.

I got lost.

I hope you'll forgive me.

I'll make it up to you.

That's why you will find here the new adventures of Lizzie Larck.

They start right here.

And they start like this.

Riding a black wave,

carried by nothingness,

Lizzie and the witch swim, drowning in torments.

But suddenly Lizzie sees...

an island, a peak, a roof.

She clings to it, tears herself from the dark current.

All is calm here.

It's a rock, its softness surrounded by black water.

Sea spray sticks to the hair,

sea spray sticks to the cheeks.

Lizzie kept a piece of the darkness with her.

It is cold.

It is calm in her hands.

She speaks to it.

There can be no horror without solace.

Nor fight without truce.

Lizzie can rest a bit.

We'll stay on the rock for a while.

She'll keep the piece of darkness with her.

She will warm it up within her.

In her lap she will transform it.

Meanwhile, Marianne too is reborn.

Somewhere new in the world

to procreate in, somewhere to inflict harm,

to torment and destroy.

And after that?

After what?

After, we shall see.

The ocean will say.

Come what may.

He's such a dumbass. You're a dumbass!

When did I last climb up through here?

You never did.

Can I come in?

I don't know.

She gave my son back.

You did right.

How are you?

Relieved...

and devastated.

- And Camille? - She's sleeping.

She won't wake up. She just sleeps.

I said you were unforgivable.

Yes, and you're right.

Tonio and Nono, both brothers disappeared because of me.

They all do because of me.

You're not the black hole you think you are.

You'd like to be, but you're not.

I hate Sophie.

The feeling's mutual.

No. I don't actually hate her, but I...

You're jealous.

- Right. - Yeah, I know.

But even when you're jealous and nasty,

you always shed some light.

A little haphazardly, a little scattershot,

but still, a little.

Since childhood, I've seen it.

And I know I see it.

I told you so.

Yes, on the bus.

Yes.

- No bus will take you away now. - No.

We're in my room.

You're stuck here.

You're stuck in your life with Sophie, and here you are in my room.

I like your room.

Maybe you should have used this window sooner, no?

It's just that...

I never really had a first time.

It was more like a second time.

It was overdue, controlled.

Maybe this is a whim.

I would have liked a little more clumsiness.

In the backseat of a car, or I don't know,

in a forbidden swimming pool.

Yes. All this really lacked clumsiness.

I've always been very clumsy.

I climbed through your window.

I'm going to kiss you.

May I kiss you?

I'm warning you. If you kiss me, I undress you on the spot.

Then I'll fall into the trap.

What about Sophie?

It has to be simple and beautiful.

It will be one time.

As if we were 15. Is that possible?

Maybe.

You won't resent me?

It's simple.

I'm very simple.

I promise.

Mine!

Okay! Cool it.

Father, what are you doing here?

Are you crazy?

Are you out of your mind?

Let go of this, you sicko!