The Fuckno Wars CH 20 Never Leave Behind Again

The girl in the leather jacket ran to me.  She was spray-painted red on one side from the marker dye of an old fire-alarm trigger pulled by me long ago, just before this mansion beside us got baptized in the desert.  The other half of her was a white mist of ice cold anger and vehemence.

Katheena had some books hidden in her car, and Big Bryan had brought a big rig to pull it out of the desert silt, after he kicked himself some ass.

All The Sand In All The Seas   by DeVotchKa  

YOU NEVER

LEAVE A

FRIEND

BEHIND

EVER

AGAIN

I got up from my hands and knees at the corner of the mansion as she reached me.  I was about to wipe my hands off on my pants but she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed the breath out of my lungs, and I fell back on the ground with her on top.

She whispered in my ear.  She said, “I came back to save you.”

I shivered from her cold breath, but I felt warm inside, and oddly enough, down below.

How odd indeed, for that to firm things up, being all afraid of ghosts and all.

I whispered back, “Joey was supposed to save you.”

She said, “He did his best.  Don’t blame him for what these bastards did to me.”

I exhaled. 

It was all of the weight I’d carried for so long that escaped in that breath.

Splotches of coffee on the floor.

Ya know.

+   +   +   +   +   +   +

Tellesco ran over to us and he started to cry again.  Jeebus in a reed basket, what the hell?  He didn’t have the little girl on his back anymore.

He said, “They coming for us!”

Big Bryan rounded the corner with his heavy, metal rod hanging down from his hand.  His silhouette from the light behind him must have shocked Tellesco, because he sought to defend us at a moment’s notice. Friggin guy.

Tellesco charged forth and tackled Big Bryan, and they punched at each other and landed on the ground and wrestled.

Great.  Now there were two of us couples showing love to each other on the ground with the blue ghosts and them purple robes fighting back around the other corner.

The little girl with the bright blue eyes stood before us as I let go of Katheena and got up.  She said, “Leave my king alone!”

Big Bryan just about shit his pants, but maybe it was the mud from the ground.  He pushed Tellesco away and got to his knees.  He said, “Ghost!”

Tellesco crawled over to the little girl and got up in front of her and he stood ready to fight again.  He was going to protect her as well.   Frigging guy.

Well, that says something about a person, doesn’t it? 

But then the anger in his eyes dissipated.  We could see it in the light from the temporary lamp posts from the front of the mansion.  He recognized Big Bryan.

He smiled.

And then he began to cry again.

Oh, for the love of---

Katheena shouted, and that made the air grow cold around us all.

She said, “ENOUGH!”

The wall beside me grew frost on its surface.  She seemed kinda pissed about something, so we listened to her.

She said, “There are more coming!  We need to get the fuck out of here.  NOW!”

My leather jacket crinkled as it froze, and I just nodded my head.

The little girl looked at Katheena and said, “That is what I was trying to tell you folks.  You don’t have to be so mean about it, lady.”

Katheena frowned and looked down.  She said, “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to hurt your ears, little lady.”

Well, I don’t know about you, but when a couple of dead folks are having a conversation in front of me, it creeps the hell out of me.

Not that it’s a regular occurrence…

The little girl stood before Katheena with her hand outstretched, with a wall of blue flashes erupting in the night air.  She said, “Hello, ma’am, I am Avison Talon.  What is your name?”

I could see Katheena just about melt.  She smiled and grasped the little girls hand in her own, and she said, “ I am Katheena.  Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Avison Talon said, “Your hand is cold.”

Katheena said, “So is yours.”

Enough already.  Time to get the hell out of there.  I said, “Bryan, it’s really good to see you here and now.  I don’t know how you got here, but do you have a way to take us out of here, and fast?”

Bryan shook his head to clear out the muddled confusion of the situation, but as you might recall, they guy could turn on a dime.  He assessed the needs, and he delivered the answer.

He said, “I got this big rig with cars all smashed up into it, but I think it’s still drivable.”  He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the big pile of smashed up cars.

I looked beyond him and saw the roof of a gleaming black semi-rig.

I said, “Will it take us far?”

He said, “Far enough.”

I said, “We need to find Joey.”

You never leave a man behind.

God Help You.

God...













OK, sorry.  This is about Big Bryan kicking ass.

Outta My Life    

This is DeadMau5 with Billy Newton

Big Bryan shook his head.  He looked at me, and he frowned. 

I had no idea about what the fuck. 

Bryan said, “We gotta finish up here.”

Tellesco grinned.

Hah?

The little girl behind him got big eyes, and she stepped back.

She said, “No, Mr. King.  We have to leave.  Please, let us follow this man here.”

Tellesco turned around and spoke to her in soft tones, and Katheena grabbed my arm.  My leather froze again, under her icy grip.  She said, “He’s right.  That is why I came here.  We have to make a stand.”

I looked down into her face and I just nodded.

I would follow her wherever she went.  You know, I had always been amazed by her, even after Lorelei went away.

Yup.  Pussy whipped by two ladies on either side of the ocean.

None of us would ever take the easy way out.

Damn.

Big Bryan grabbed the heavy tire iron from the ground and ran towards the flashes of blue light from behind the mansion.

He didn’t even know what was going on back there.  Can you imagine doing that?  He disappeared into the fight.

Huh.

Tellesco followed, and so did Katheena and the little girl, Avison.

I was left standing there, looking about at the mess of cars before me.  There was a tractor for a trailer behind the piled-up cars all wrecked and broken, and I felt like I was broken as well.

What would you have done?

You would have run off into the night to look for Joey, and I would have followed you, my friend.  No harsh, no blame.

But we, you and me, well, we would have to face each other in the morning light, and it would be a harsh light.

OK, let’s go.

I knew you would follow.

I ran back there and turned the corner and saw a war going on.

I stopped and looked.

This is what I saw:

Them purple robes were firing their guns at the blue ghosts, and some of them were shooting at the half-red girl in the leather jacket. 

The blue ghosts were joining together in small groups and flinging each purple robe up into the air and then smashing them down on the cement.  Others grabbed whatever was nearby and using them as weapons.  Metal chairs were flung, and other things flushed from the mansion during its baptism became projectiles.

The whole back yard was frosty with the presence of all those ghosts, and the heat of gunfire from them purple robes.

I looked down at the ground and saw the bodies of those who had been broken by the blue ghosts underneath their flashes of evaporation.

These ghosts fought: not for their lives which had ended a hundred years ago and more, but for their escape.

They fought to protect their king, because that was their redemption.  They could finally leave this trap, if they gave up the ghost.

Big Bryan swung his metal tire iron at the heads and bodies of those holding their guns, and he connected with each one.

Tellesco used his fists and his knees.  He swept like he was a charger without rules, to open a hole for the QB.

Katheena stood straight up and she took a deep breath in.

She screamed.

It hurt my ears.

The air dropped its temperature down to below freezing and snow fell from the air itself.

I fell back, and the purple robes fell down as well.

All of the blue lightening strikes stopped.

Big Bryan hopped about, collecting pistols, and he put as many as he could into into his pockets.

Tellesco saw him do this, and he followed along, doing the same.

But do you know, Katheena disappeared.

I was about to join in, but everything was already done.

Go figure.

Don’t look at me that way.  

.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---weak willies out.

If You Know Love   by Molly Johnson

The Fuckno Wars CH 19 Katheena Returns

I did not know about anything that was happening on the south end of that awful city.

I didn’t know anything at all.

But I began to learn.

Too Late   by John Hiatt

Lorelei led me into the hallway and grabbed my hand in her icy grip.  She pulled me along to the next entrance, and I stumbled.  The sounds of boots upon floor rumbled along the hallway from both ends, and they were coming closer.  Those purple robes knew the entrance to their chapel.   They were coming for me.  They didn’t know about Lorelei.

They didn’t know about Tellesco’s blue army.


They didn’t know anything.

Either.

THE

RETURN

OF

KATHEENA

Lorelei grabbed my hand again and pulled me up.  She dragged me along and then when we got to the place in the wall from which I’d busted through earlier, she slammed me into that hole and I thrusted deep.  I tumbled a bit and stopped sliding.  She put her hand over my mouth to stop my moans and then them boots went by. I heard the loud whispers of angry, panicked conversation as them purple robes met from both ends at the middle, and she pointed further down the stairs upon which I lied upside down.

I looked down, into the darkness, and I trusted.

Quietly, stealthily, secretly, I turned and got onto my hands and knees.  I shook my head to get her cold hand from my mouth.  My lips tasted like saltwater.

She went down the stairs, winding to the left, and I followed on my hands and knees.  You see, the old desert-dried wooden steps might not creak if my weight was dispersed across four limbs instead of two.  When you crawl, three limbs is the least weight.  When you walk, all of your weight will be on one limb for the next step.  It’s like being on broken ice.  Always crawl when you are about to fall through into the water.

I crawled down, and I could smell the dust of a hundred years rising up from my palms, but I was careful not to let my boots drag across the steps above, behind me.  I was prostrate, hands and knees, like in a church, sprawled for my confirmation.

It was a church in reverse, upside down; beautiful on the outside, but ugly within.

We reached the room that would lead to the hallway, and the library behind another door, beyond.

We did not know it, but Tellesco was coming up from the cellar with his army of blue ghosts.

I rose up and wiped my hands on my pants and Lorelei looked back at me and put her finger to her lips.  “Shhhhhhh….  Someone is here.”

I nodded. I whispered, “Yeah, them purple robes are gonna be coming along in a minute. Let’s go!”

She shook her head.  She said, “It’s Her.”

I felt the shivers.   I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, but the way she said it made me feel like the broken china splinters and crystal goblet shards in the bag I’d left in the hidden stairwell behind me.

She turned back at the hallway before us, out the open door, and then we heard a chorus of loud shouts.  They were hollering this: “Onward To The West!  Onward To The New Life!”

It shook the old, water-torn mansion to the foundations.  The loud smack of a cellar door being kicked open and slammed against the wall echoed throughout the hallway beyond, and then the chorus of fealty filled the first floor with energy.

I peeked around the edge of the doorway, down the hall, and saw Tellesco come stomping along with a little girl on his back.  He had tears streaming down over a big shit-eating grin on his muddy face.

What the fuck was going on?

He saw my face and shouted, “Mr. Will!  Let’s get the heck out of here!”

Well, I don’t know about you, but that was the best fucking idea I’d heard all night.

The rumbly-bumpity sound of boots upon floor echoed down each end of this hallway, and they were joined by the ones climbing up from the huge front entrance alcove which held the grand staircase and the ballroom off to the side.

Them purple robes were coming for us.

I looked past Tellesco and saw a bright blue line of ghosts filing out of the door to the cellar behind him and I about shit my pants.

They were in various states of decay and murdered-ness, and Tellesco didn’t even seem to mind that shit.

But it gave me the fucking willies. I hate ghosts.

I held back and wanted to turn tail, but Lorelei’s ghost grabbed me by the leather and yanked me straight up.  She looked me in the eyes.  She said, “It’s now or never.  You have to do this.  This is your only chance.”

Holy fuck.  

I felt weak at the knees because I was a weak bastard.

Lorelei said, “Keep your trust.”

It helped a little, but not much.

I got back up, but my tie was nowhere to be found.

I peeked back around the doorway as them boots came thumping down the hallway from both ends and I saw Tellesco enter the doorway to the library.  A mile-long stream of blue ghosts followed him, and I would have to join in their ranks to follow him.

Rurrrrgh.

That was the sound I made.  It was the sound I made whenever I had to do something highly unpleasant or really fucking gross and scary.

Rurrrgh.

I ran down the hallway to the library entrance and heard the sounds of gunfire behind me.

Them purple robes were shooting at me.

I made it inside the library and the gunfire stopped, but the boot-falls upon floor did not.

They were coming closer, fast.

Inside the library, I saw Tellesco standing by the window with the hanging sheet of plywood over it, and he was lit by an almost blinding blue light of hundreds of ghosts crowded in there.  It was like they were without boundaries.  They were superimposed upon each other like a slideshow of old photographic images all shown at once.

He smiled at me and said, “Watch out for the nails on the sides of this sheet.  They could mess you up.”

I plowed through the mists and decrepit visages of people who had been dead for a hundred years, and as I did, I slinted through each one in my path.

It overwhelmed me.

I was filled with their experiences, their happiness in another life, their pain, and their stories, and also, how they ended.

I would never be the same again.

In that old, empty library of forgotten secrets, some of which had been stolen by a golden crow lady, I learned.

Tellesco patted me on the back and pushed that old plywood cover up, and I slid through and out.  Then he joined me. 

We were outside, in the fresh night air.

It never smelled sweeter.

He grabbed me by the leather, but I felt numb from the slinting through them dead folks.

I tried to push it all away from my head.  That’s how I dealt with shit.  I didn't.

He said, “Mr. Will.  We gotta run.  But I don’t know where we hafta go?  I got all these dead people depending on me.  But you and me are the only ones alive besides them angry men coming for us!  What do we do now?”

What do we do?

Now?

Hah?

I stiffened up my knees and tried to recover.  The slinting had been quite a lot.  But I didn’t want to die.  I was not a hero to face a hail of bullets like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.  Fuck that.  Nope. Not for me.

At that moment, we heard the boots reach the library and they started shooting.  Bullets ripped through the plywood and echoed off into the clear desert air.

Time slowed down, as it does when your heart and your mind speeds up from adrenaline.

Your have a moment’s notice for how to react, and hopefully, you make the best decision.  Sometimes, you need to panic.

I grabbed Tellesco and shouted, “Stable!  Horses!”  I wasn’t making sense, but my intention was clear.

(Do Not Panic.)

The men in the room shot their guns as we ran off to the horse stable in the corral nearby, and then we heard them creak the plywood cover open and slide through.

Then we heard them scream in pain.

Watch out for them side nails, they could fuck you up.

Then we heard the sound of the plywood sheet hit the concrete paver stones on the ground below, and more of them purple robes jumped out and they tripped over the bodies of the ones rolling around in pain from slices across their face, their nose, and their eyes.

More hopped out, avoiding the pile of men on the ground lying about, writhing, and some of them started to shoot at me and Tellesco.

That was when the blue ones got their shit together.

I think it must have been Lorelei, because earlier, she had coalesced them blue ghosts in the hallway above, and they did some serious damage to the first purple robes who'd been shooting at me.

There were blue flashes of light and sounds of smacking and slamming, and that made the night air glow like lightning strikes.

As we ran to the closest edge of the long palace, we saw headlights flash from the other side, and then there was the most ungodly sound of glass exploding, tires shrieking, and metal ripping apart over and over again.

It kept rumbling along, as we ran, and we were followed by gun shots and flashes of them blue ghosts giving up their time here this little blue marble in their attack upon the purple robes.

We reached the corner of the building and Tellesco charged forth to the stables.  I grabbed him by the arm of this burnt leather and he fell down, but the little girl never let go of his neck. 

He slid and scrambled, and he got back up. He said, “Mr. Will?”

I said, “Tellesco, what the fuck is that shit out front?”

I crept along the side of the mansion to head to the front to see, and Tellesco waited, looking back over at the fight going on behind him. 

He said, “Mr. Will, come on, let’s get out of here now!”

I paid him no mind.  I was drawn.

I looked around the edge of the mansion into the light of the temporary lamp posts and saw a sleek, black semi-rig with cars all smashed up into it. 

A young man climbed over the heap of fucked up cars and he wielded a heavy, metal rod.

Holy shit.

It was Big Bryan.

But,

there was something else.

There was Someone Else.

I felt drawn to her.

She was a ghost.

Except for one thing.

She was not blue.

She was half white, and half red.

I knew who She was.

When Lorelei had said, “She’s here,” I had no clue.  I was a clueless bastard who didn’t know anything.



Until I did.

(I fell to my knees.)  

I had lost Her. 

I had pulled her from her vehicle, when she was dead and limp as a rag doll.

She had regurgitated mud and rainwater over my shoulder as I carried her body back to my stolen car in the desert deluge.

As I placed her into the passenger seat, Joey had arrived, in an older car.

(The world began to spin.)

Joey had said he would take her to safety in that new, fast car, but then he’d told me later that she hadn’t "made" it.

"She didn't make it."

Did

Not

Make

It.

(On my knees, I felt dizzy, and I fell down on my elbows.  I held my head in my hands as my mind began to spin.)

Fucking Joey had not delivered her in time to the hostibal.  I had told him to get her there as soon as he could, because her lungs were filled with desert rain and mud and silt because she had drowned in a desert arroyo and you could drown in the desert if the rain fell and you were driving at a high rate of speed and then you tried to save everyone so you sacrificed your mighty vehicle but you ended up sacrificing your own life and then fucking Joey was supposed to get you to the hostibal and save you so that it would not all end in vain and wait, what the fuck are you doing running with Big Bryan and right now outside of this fucked up place that ended up killing you---

Rurrrrgghh.

I shook my head.

Rurrrghh.

Fuck.

Time to wake the fuck up, no splotches of coffee on the floor in my bedroom in my home.

I crawled forth and looked around the corner and saw that Big Bryan was coming over this way.

He had seen the eruptions of blue light from behind the stately mansion.

I yelled out.

I said, “KATHEENA!”

Big Bryan stopped, but the One beside him did not.

She kept running towards me.

It was Her.

She had come to try and save me.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

The Fuckno Wars CH 18 A Soft Glow

Logos   by Rodrigo y Gabriela

The northward sprawl of the megalopolis of Fuckno left in its wake a trail of slime and decay.  The prosperity of the clean, sunny streets on the top parts trickled down the street gutters and sewer grates and collected in the dark, forgotten parts of the city on the other end.

If you wanted a good time, you’d better bring cash, condoms, and crab cream.

The lights went out, and now it was every whore for herself.  Seen followed the sounds of the woman screaming.  He was curious, and a bit hungry.  It was going to be a long night.

He shined the flashlight at the edge of an alleyway, wondering what he would find around the corner.  Her cries and pleads for help ended in a half breath and echoed along the stucco walls.

He shined the light toward the end of the alley, were he heard the woman now gurgling. A white face glared back at him, red about its mouth.  Then the face went back to its meal.

He smiled and ran down the alleyway at the face.  He stuck his leg straight out and kicked the bloody face further down the alleyway.  He wasn’t trying to save the woman.  He was greedy.  He was hungry.

G L O W

On the top floor of a brick building, a single candle lit the room with a weak glow. Strewn about the floor were bodies in various states of repose, each on their own mindless journey. One figure among them opened his eyes and he looked down at the rubber hose around his arm.  His hand was numb; he’d passed out without untying the band.  His arm was purple.  He shook it and rubbed it to get the feeling back into it.  It felt like he was rubbing someone else’s arm.  He waited for the pins and needles to come, but they never did.

The new Walkin did not know, but he would find out soon enough.  He had taken over the body of someone whose arm had been cut off from its blood supply for much too long.  It would become gangrene in a couple of days. Until that happened, he would be in a growing state of pain, culminating in agony.

He was the freshly-killed second victim of Seen, and now he was awake, in another body.  He felt hungry, but for some activities he’d never done before, nor even considered.  He wanted to taste human flesh.  He wanted to cause someone pain.  These two things were not exclusive of each other.

He looked around at the circle of passed-out, young, fresh faces.  These were college kids, looking for a good time. 

He would show them a good time.

If only his arm would wake up.  It felt like a bologna sausage tied to his shoulder.

He cursed his bad luck.

In another building, an older gent reached down inside his pants and itched between his legs.  He dug around and scratched and felt the stickiness of weeks of filth, and it felt good to scratch.  Inside him was the next freshly-killed, and she had followed the weak, yellow glow of light in the black, hollow eternity of death.

She had looked into the glow, and this made her feel warm again, and then she was inside this new body.  The glow turned out to be a living body, but the owner was out for the moment, lost in a booze-coma from a half-drunk plastic handle of vodka.

She took her hand out her pants and touched her face.  It was hairy from being unshaven for months.  She smelled something bad.  She put her fingers up to her nose and smelled them.  Sour.

This made her vomit.

The third victim of Seen was the one at the end of the alley, and he had taken over another person’s body while they were sleeping.  He felt such hunger that he awoke and ran out into the night and attacked the first person he ran into.  She now lied on the ground, with her life seeping away into the sewer grate just by her head.  She would be the latest victim. He lied at the end of the alley, for someone had just kicked him in the head.  He could not feel his body.  His neck twisted in an ungraceful manner, and his head was caught under his torso.  It was hard to breathe, and there nothing he could do about it.  His neck was broken.

But there would be many more victims, and these would be from the activities of the first ones.

An infected Walkin had done this, and now he was out of control.  So were they. They were carriers.

The first victim of the Walkin had been Sven.

Sven had passed on his cannibalism, his torturous sadochism, and now each of the Walkins who followed, well, they were infected by his diseases.

But do you know,  Sven was now a Walkin.

He moaned in despair for the loss of his life.  He had met his end at the hands of a young man who was even stranger than he.  But he had so many more things to do.  He had a new bag of tools he’d bought in these United States, because he’d melted the other ones down in an incinerator back in Swizzleland.

Now he would never get to use those shiny, new toys.

He hugged himself and awaited the gates of hell to open and the fires to engulf him for eternity.

To his amazement, and an odd sense of disappointment, he simply sat in a pitch black depth of nothingness.  He was in limbo.  He was a Walkin, but he had no idea what this meant.

According to the ways of the Walkin, a new opportunity to walk the Earth does not come for a very long time.  The time between visits to this mortal plane is stretched for so long in order for the Walkin to consider what he has done, and what he will do during his next opportunity.

But something had changed.  The Walkin Seen had done something that a Walkin must never do, and that is to eat the flesh of the dead.  A single toe from Sven’s body had caused this to happen.  Seen took the skin from his living victim, and also the toes.  But he’d dropped one during his collection from the evil man.

The intention of the Walkin Seen had been to stop the evil man and also to seek out more people who caused such painful acts as torture, and depraved behavior such as cannibalism and necrophilia.  In order to pursue such a noble cause, he’d needed to wear the skin of the torturer and eat the flesh of the cannibal.  While the evil man was still alive.  He intended to wear two skins from the torturer’s hands, and five little toes for his own tummy.

For the loss of a single toe, rolled out of a spilled teacup onto the floor, Seen had collected another one.

Except that the man had expired.

One.

Single.

Digit.

Sven opened his eyes and looked around.  He saw a glow from off in the distance.

He did not understand anything at all.  He did not know that he was supposed to languish in a solitary state of blackness for decades or even centuries, depending on what he had done, alone with his thoughts.

Instead, he moved to the glow.

It was a purple glow.

He felt drawn to it.

It was warm, and it called to him.

He needed to be bathed in its glow.

He crept towards that glow.

Do you know, he would enter into the body of a Purple Robe.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

Tempest   by Deftones

The Fuckno Wars Ch 17 North Star

Tonight, my son is the Master of Ceremony, the MC at what he is doing, and he indicated this song, for me and my wife.  He’s thoughtful for us.  But he didn’t know I’d be acting all big poppa here…

Between The Sheets  by Isley Bothers 

Sven Slindlivrenn had met our friend Sean, who had taken a nice moon nap.

The Walkin who now called himself “Seen” was inhabiting our friend’s body.  He had been infected by Sven, the cannibal, who hailed from another country.

Seen now walked the Earth, come what may.  He infected those he killed.  These were now Walkins.

They were cannibals, and they each were infected by the diseases of addiction and perversion from each previous kill.

They searched for living bodies, each in their own state of black-out, coma, unconsciousness, or even a simple mind’s escape in a daydream.

Seen The Walkin left behind a painting in the old man’s apartment, and it was made from the skin and the blood of the cannibal, who was Sven.

Got it?

Let’s go.

THE 

LEGACY 

OF SVEN

Seen looked out of the window, up into the night sky, for constellations to guide him.  The streetlights had turned black moments ago.  He did not know that most of the electricity in the huge city had been shut off by a little lion man up on the north-west.  The ugly king of the desert, the megalopolis of Fuckno, well, it was in a state of blackout.

Seen sat in the stolen Jeep and looked over at the bag of metal tools on the seat beside him.  He touched it and felt comforted.  His bag of torture tools and drugs was his touchstone.

He smiled.

He unzipped the bag and found a flashlight.  He zipped the bag back up and turned the vehicle off.  He shut the headlamps off.  He put the keys in his pants pocket and climbed out.

Off in the distance, he heard sirens, but none seemed to be approaching.  Instead, he heard shouts and screams from nearby.

Seen The Walkin was in the desolate, crime-ridden area of the South of Fuckno, and it felt like home to him. He was infected by a serial killer/cannibal. 

He looked up into the sky.  Without the glare and blare of streetlights and car horns, the night came into focus.

The stars gleamed and twinkled in the air currents streaming across his field of vision.  Constellations appeared.  He saw that he was closer to the equator than he had ever been, in his previous visits to this Earthly plane, in any time at all.

We Come Running  by Youngblood Hawke

But, there was Polaris, gleaning with pride in the North-East night sky.

It was near the top-most horizon, and as long as he could see that massive star, he would know the direction toward the north.  Polaris is the North Star.  It never changes its seat, for it is the King of the night sky.  The world spins beneath it day and night, and star constellations swing round and round it as they are forced to do.

It never changes its position, but the angry sun, our own little star called Sol, well, it occludes our view of Polaris in the daylight because our star is a jealous god.

It is the order of the universe, for our lonely little blue marble, lost in the eternity of space on the edge of a massive galaxy of billions of stars and planets, that we must be the only ones who will ever live, anywhere.

There are no other people in existence anywhere, in the rest of the trillions of galaxies, each with billions of stars and planets within them.

We are the only ones who exist in the universe.

And this Walkin was taking some of us out.

Bastard.

He had created a minion.

What does this mean?

Well, perhaps we should explore.  Care to follow?

THE 

MINION 

OF 

SVEN’S 

SEEN

Black Dirt  by Seawolf

We Are Minion.

The drug addict who first approached Seen in the dark, on his way to the tiny car once owned by Sven, had died in an ungraceful manner.  Both of them, killer and victim, were now infected by the cannibal.  The drug addict looked down at his body, and he saw what the killer did.  He felt loss for his life, but he began to understand.  It was a new set of rules.  He hungered for torture and human flesh.  The Walkin now hungered for rock cocaine.  In the eating of a human’s flesh, an infected Walkin will pass on his new addiction to those he kills.

The drug addict was without a body, and this made him not a ghost, but a Walkin.

He needed to inhabit a body that was still alive.

The occupant was escaped from her body at the moment.  She had taken a dose of liquefied heroin into her vein, and she passed out.

She lost her mind in her ecstasy, and her body glowed in the dark.  The dark will show the light of an empty mind, to the eyes of a Walkin.

She was away, and the drug addict went to her.  Never leave your leather unprotected.  Your leather is your skin.  The new Walkin felt the amazing warmth of being alive again. He sat up, and he looked at those around him.  They saw her sit up.

The one with the needle he had pulled out her vein sat back with his eyes wide open.  He said, “Sherry, did we get some bank?  You supposed to be in Glory Land!”

Sherry looked around her new body at those who awaited their own injections from the party master.  She said, “This is the best thing ever.  You gotta try it.”

She grinned and sat back.

When they passed out, she would have her way with them.

She was now hungry.

She was going to paint.

Come what may.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

You Want me To Change  by Churchill