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Sex Criminals #20 - Outs (August 2, 2017)

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Suzie sings Queen's Fat-Bottomed Girls with a post-it notes over the lyrics speech balloons due to the copyright issues.

Sex Criminals #3 - My Sexual Errors and Misfortunes 2001 - Present (November 20, 2013)

Written by: Matt Fraction Artist & lettered by: Chip Zdarsky Colorist(s) by: Chip Zdarsky and Becka Kinzie (color faltting) Edited by: Thomas K. (editor) Production by: Drew Gill Published by: Image Comics

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Sex Criminals #16 - Goals (February 15, 2017)

Written by: Matt Fraction Artist by: Chip Zdarsky Lettered by: Chip Zdarsky Publisher: Image Comics

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Gravel crunched under cautious bike treads, but eager anticipation hung in the early September air as two boys wove their way along the overgrown pathway. Weeds crawled away from their area of grassy seclusion, but quickly became victim to trampling bicycle wheels. Twigs snapped upon impact, accompanying the boys’ heavy breathing and the wind’s nervous rustling of leaves, seemed to startle the whole of the wooded expanse around them. But a steady, thudding heartbeat drowned out all other noise, hammering away harder and harder with every passing second.

Jonathan blew a strand of coppery hair out of his eyes and continued staring intensely through the occasional gaps in the trees, desperately trying to spot the grand house that had been praying on his mind for weeks now. He caught a glimpse of black between two trees a few feet ahead of him and shot forwards, adrenaline propelling him faster than his legs ever could. But his brain must have been playing tricks on him, because he cycled for another fifty metres and saw nothing more than gnarled trees and the seemingly never-ending canopy of leaves. He must have wanted to see this house so badly that he was starting to convince himself that he had.

He slowed back down, losing his nerve completely, until Cody sped past him that is, kicking up dust clouds and stray leaves as he went. Jonathan sighed and pedalled on, still intently scanning the thicket of trees. But just as he was beginning to lose hope, the number of trees looked to be thinning out and the gravel path started to feed into an uneven, crumbling stone pavement. Nervous excitement began to bubble away in the pit of Jonathan’s stomach, but it abruptly drained away when the trees disappeared all together and the house Jonathan had been researching for weeks was suddenly towering before him.

A gasp involuntarily flew from his lips and he slammed on his brakes with such force that he was almost thrown completely over the handlebars. He jumped off his bike and tried to collect himself as best as he could, but the initial shock of finally stumbling across the gothic estate had left him completely lost for words. What surprised him more though was that Cody lazily cycled on, barely even glancing at the house that they had been talking about for days on end.

“C-Cody? Where are you going?” Jonathan called. His brows furrowed below the top frame of his glasses as he tried to catch his breath.

“I thought we were just going to head to the library,” Cody said simply, finally coming to a stop and looking at Johnathan over his shoulder.

“What? Why? We’ve been talking about coming here for weeks! All the message boards we’ve read through have said that this is easily the most haunted place for miles. I mean, it’s called the Von Haunt Estate for a reason, isn’t it? Don’t you remember that article we read about what happened there with the fire? This place is going to be crawling with ghosts! Maybe we could finally find some real evidence.”

“Where?” Cody asked, softly chuckling the word, almost in a mocking way, rather than genuinely asking.

“Uh, inside the house? Where else? Look, I thought that we agreed that this whole ‘supernatural documenter’ thing wasn’t a joke.”

“It’s not.”

“Then grab your backpack and let’s go inside. We can’t just keep posting theories on our blog, Cody. We need some solid evidence if people are ever going to take us seriously.“ Jonathan slung his backpack off his back and started rifling through it for his crumpled notebook before frantically flipping through the pages of scruffy handwriting and rushed notes. “Right, that guy from San Myshuno said on his website that all the doors are locked but there’s a window at the back with a broken hinge that we can pull open and climb-”

“We can’t go inside, idiot.” But when Jonathan looked like he was about to protest, Cody continued “Didn’t I tell you about that report I found this morning?” But when he was met with a blank face, he sighed and explained further. “The family’s moving back in.”

“Family? That can’t be right; the whole family was killed in that fire.”

“Were they?”

The smirk that lingered on Cody’s face before he turned around puzzled Jonathan at first, but as he looked up at the house and saw a dark figure looming in the window, his stomach plummeted to his feet. He blinked, hardly able to believe what he saw, but when he focused his gaze again, the figure had gone, which just made him doubt what he originally saw, or thought he saw, even more.

“Come on, let’s go. I’m behind on my history homework already,” Cody called, that amused chuckle slipping into his voice yet again. Judging by his relaxed demeanour, Cody obviously hadn’t noticed the figure at the window. And, without waiting for a reply, he started cycling back down the hill, leaning back in his seat and letting the light breeze whip through his blonde curls.

Jonathan jumped back on his bike, deflated to say the least, and watched as Cody sped past him, wearing that teasing and ever-so-slightly patronising smirk again. He took one last look at the house before turning to follow Cody. But a gust of unnaturally icy wind whipped around him, stopping him in his tracks and chilling him to the bone. Goosebumps sprung up on his arms, and the hairs stood to attention on the back of his neck like soldiers, but whether that was from the cold or the fact that, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the figure had appeared in the window again, he didn’t know, nor did he want to find out.

He quickly averted his gaze, adjusted his grip on the handlebars and hurriedly pedalled after Cody. But the further away from the house he got, the more that figure at the window prayed on his mind. He had set out to explore the mysteries of the Von Haunt Estate, but left feeling as though he had uncovered so much more than he could have ever dreamed…