Two actor performances in the style of a scene out of a movie.
It is the year 1991, and the villainous, blood-thirsty sadist Tony Caulfield, who pursued our heroes across the globe in the first volume, is only eleven years old, and not a monster. Not yet. Four stories, where psychological horror butts heads with raucous comedy and savage erotica, four stories that unearth the grotesque roots of the mystery that is Maranatha.
Once when Tony was reading his books on the top ledge of the barn, he found Puck, his family's groundskeeper, with a male prostitute. Instead of turning the doberman in, Puck convinced the young cougar to accept a promise of a future favour. Tony's father Troy has become an angry, violent drunk ever since losing his career, and when one night he beats his wife and child for trying to escape into the night, young Tony finally knows what he wants from the the secret-harboring groundskeeper.
Fired from his stock broker job due to stress, Walter Benswar finds the opposite problem of being unemployed and stir crazy while waiting for employment. He begins to question his sanity when he starts hallucinating his apartment neighbors dying in gruesome ways, and not being able to tell if he was committing the murders in a stupor of ennui. Until he hallucinates his OWN death.
Walter, after having been questioned and released by the police department, has apparently awoken to blood on his paws, a carving knife in one of them. He is standing in the apartment of his rabbit neighbor Janice, and her brutally stabbed body at his feet. As he is trying to make sense of it all, he hears the voice that has been giving him his hallucinations. His id-based desires. And now, his murderous rampages.
Against the pleas of their sole ring-tailed board member, a gemstone conglomerate opens their newest store in a city with a large raccoon population. But soon they understand the worries of that board member, when the locals discover a store full of “shinies”. In this scene, Oliver has been watching Ricky go back and forth staring inside from the sidewalk.