This is the beginning of the second part of the Trilogy
TUNES
VERSION ONE
THE RIDE BACK Part One
Inventory of supplies:
People:
Joey, my best friend, a smallish man with an angry temper,
who could hold his own in a fist fight with giants. He was the Instigator, but he never bailed
from what he had done. He simply loved
to engage, to stir up the mud and see what laid beneath. More often than not, he laid many fine
mistresses of his own encounter. It was
this: Joey sought Trvth.
Sean, my other best friend, who tried to control everything,
if you let him have the chance. He
needed to be thwarted at every misstep, or he would take over. He did this because he was very capable of
being correct most of the time. He was a
large, muscular man who also engaged, instead of whimpering in fear. However, he was now taken over by a Walk-In
named Seen. He was gone from our
enclave. Seen Walked along the dark
heart of Fuckno, and he was the one who would cause all ruin.
Tellesco was a large man who searched for Sean like a lost
puppy dog, but for good reason. The good Sean, still encased within his own
body, but held by Seen, has once saved Tellesco. He was also the savior of the lost, much as he
was. He would save them from the ugly,
despicable actions and behavior of them Purple Robes, even though he cried all
the time. Perhaps that was his raison
d’etre. Who knows?
Sinister Minister Glinty McFlintlock, a long dead cowboy
preacher from the days of the Wild West.
He also perished at the hands of them damned Purple Robes, who now owned
and controlled the hell of Fuckno. His
flock was now those who also perished in such a manner. He sought to lead them to redemption.
Fat Jerry the purple-haired punk rocker who was a large
angry baby. His anger created the winds
of vehemence. This would lead to the
destruction of Fuckno. We simply did not
know this at the time. Hell, even he did
not know this.
Me. A whimpering
coward. I always made this sound when
encountering something that I really did not want to do, but would have to do
it anyway. Rrrrrghhhh. I am a Red Man. But I was lost in the desert, away from my
Tribe that held residence on the islands of a mighty River in the east of what
is now known as the USA.
Katheena. She was my
true love. She died at the hands of them
Purple Robes, in a car crash during a rainy night in the desert, trying to
chase us, to protect us dammed punk bastards.
Now she was back, and her fury could create icicles form the water vapor
in the air. Figuratively. But also, literally.
Lorelei. She was my
rebound after Katheena dropped me when that one became infatuated with an
Alderman. Lorelei was also German. She taught me how to be a punk. Yes she did.
That was my new Tribe, there in the desert. The rest of them were from the other
side. Some would join us. Some would be our mortal enemies.
The most curious one is Emeralda. She was the one who held all of the knowledge
and history of them fucked Purple Robes.
We had yet to meet her. She was
now a Walk-In, and a cannibal one at that.
Sven Slindlivrinn was the most evil, despicable man to ever
exist, from the behavior and path of his life, and also for creating the
opening to the gates of Hell, and causing the Walk-Ins to become cannibals upon
Earth.
Lenny was to become Sven’s compatriot, his own personal
hellion.
There was an angel, arisen from a dusty grave under the
first mansion of them damned Purple Robes, buried after her own slaughter next
to her own mother, but not buried with her.
She is young Avison Talon Wenonndinay. She is the heroin of this story, as we get to
the meat of this old tale. http://williesthestories.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-fuckno-wars-ch-11-avison-talon-and.html
This is the first chapter in the second part of this
trilogy.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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