Dystopia: Deceptyon

CHANGES ARE AN INEVITABLE, NATURAL ORDER AMONGST THIS UNIVERSE. ADAPTATION ALLOWS THESE CHANGES TO PROSPER AND CAUSE HARMONYK PEACE TO THRIVE WITHIN SOCIETY. IF ADAPTATIONS ARE NOT FORMED, THEN KAYOS WILL REIGN SUPREME, RULING WITH A FIST OF DESTRUKTION, THAT MINIMIZING THE OPPURTUNITY FOR PEACE.

THE WORLD EARTH, ONCE PLAGUED BY WARS WITH THEIR CORE'S BEING FROM DIFFERENCES IN CULTURE, RELIGION, POLITICS, ETHNICITY AND PRACTICES OF LYFE, SEPERATED BY THE GREAT OCEANS AND VAST LANDS MAINTAINING BOUNTUFUL RESOURCES THAT ANOTHER LACKS OR IS ABSENT OF IT'S PRIVILEGES. HAS CHANGED, AND NOW ENTERED THE AGE OF TRANQUILITY. A FUTURISTYK WAY OF LYFE HAS BEGUN. LEADING TO THE DEMISE OF UNCURABLE DISEASES, FINANCIAL BURDENS, MILESTONES THOUGHT OF IMPOSSIBLE IN THE STUDIES OF MATHEMATICS, SCIENCE, SPACE, HISTORY AND MILITARISTIC ENDEAVORS. A WORLD WHERE LOST AND FORGOTTEN WAYS OF MAGYK AND THE SUPERNATURAL HAVE BEEN REBIRTHED, AIDING THESE ADVANCEMENTS AND NEW INVENTIONS. WHAT IT TOOK TO REACH THIS LEVEL OF PEACE AND GROWTH IS ACTS YOU WOULD NEVER IMAGINE OR GUESS. TAKING ONE SOUL. ONE VISION. ONE'S UNDENIABLE WILL AND PRESERVERANCE TO BE THE SIMPLE PEBBLE, TO CAUSE THE RIPPLE EFFECT OF TRUE LIBERARTION AND FREEDOM. NATION'S ONCE DIVIDED BY THE SEAS, HAVE FORMED THE BROTHERHOOD AND RECOGNITION THAT WE AS HOMO SAPYENS, ARE ONE SPECIES. UNIFIED, DIVERSITY AND SEGREGATION HAS BEEN DESTROYED BY HUMANITY AND MOTHER EARTH IS FLOURISHING BETTER THAN EVER.

HISTORY...A FUNNY CONNECTION IT HAS WITH HUMANITY. THAT CONNECTION? REPEATING ITSELF, NEVER TRULY LEARNING FROM PAST MISTAKES. TRUTHFULLY LEARNING A LESSON IS APPLYING IT'S TEACHINGS AND AVOIDING THE REOCCURANCE. HUMANITY HAS YET TO FULLY GRASP THIS KNOWLEDGE TO IT'S FULLEST, AS HARD AS WE TRY, THERE STILL ARE THOSE WHO WALK THE PATH OF INSANITY. HOPEFULLY, THAT ONE WITH AN UNDENIABLE WILL, UNBREAKABLE SPYRYT, STILL REMAINS TO GUIDE AND STABILIZE THE KAYOS. THE SETTING IS NOON IN TEXAS ON A LONE ROAD LEADING TO ODESSA. A LONE TRAVELER IS MAKING HIS WAY BY FOOT TO HIS NEXT DESTINATION WHERE HIS JOURNEY WILL TAKE AN ILL-FATED TURN.

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN.... ELEVEN, NO TWELVE YEARS NOW. I WAS 14 ON THAT DREADFUL NYGHT. THOSE EYES.... I WILL NEVER FORGET THOSE EYES. GOING FROM INSYDE TO OUT, BLACK PUPILS OUTLINED IN WHYTE WITH A WHYTE DOT IN THE CENTER OF THE ABYSS. THE IRIS OF HIS EYES REFRESHES THE BLACK WITH A WHYTE OUTLINE WITH THE SCLERA BEING AS BLACK, DARK AS THAT KAYOTYK NYGHT. A NEVER-ENDING ENGULFMENT OF DARKNESS, HOUSING SYNYSTER SYGHTS AND IDEAS, ONLY THE TRULY WYCKED COULD BEAR TO GAZE UPON. I STILL REFUSE TO BELIEVE THEY KILLED... "HIM". THERE IS NO WAY. IF THEY WOULD OF WITNESSED THE MONSTER I WITNESSSED THAT NYGHT, THEY WOULD KNOW, THAT CREATURE... COULD NOT BE SLAIN BY HUMAN WEAPONRY.

HELL MUST BE LIKE THIS, BEING SO FUCKING HOT DURING THE DAY. YOU'D PREFER TO BE NUDE JUST SO THE BREEZE CAN GIVE YOUR BURNING BODY A TASTE OF WHAT THE NYGHT HOLDS. THE ICY, COOL NYGHTS HELP RELIEVE THE STRESS THE HEAT BEATS ON ONE. ONLY THE DAYS LAST LONGER THAN THE NYGHTS. I HAVE BEEN WALKING FOR DAYS NOW THAT THINK ABOUT IT. SURELY THERE MUST BE A TOWN SOON. I NEED A DRINK. A SPLASH OF BOURBON COATING MY DRY THROAT WOULD COMPLIMENT THE ATMOSPHERE OF A MUCH COOLER SURROUNDING THAN THIS TEXAS HEAT. I WOULD FEEL MORE AT HOME. HOME, I WONDER WHAT THE OLE PLACE LOOKS LIKE NOW. PROBABLY STILL STANDING STRONG, OVER- LOOKING THE HYDDEN LAKE IN THE WOODS, MOUNTAINS OF MONTANA. GREAT MEMORIES OF THEN, AND WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN, STORM MY MENTAL DAZE. I SEEM TO BE ENDLESSLY JOURNEYING TO MY DESIRED FINALLY.

(BEEP BEEP!!!) " GET OUT OF THE FUCKIN' WAY YOU LYGHT-HAIRED, IGNORANT SON OF A BITCH !"

"WHAT THE??? AHH!!! YOU BLYND FUCKIN HICK!!! LEARN TO DRIVE THAT PIECE OF SHIT!!"

I WAS BARELY ABLE TO AVOID BEING HIT BY THE BURGANDY RED DODGE RAM DEISEL TRUCK. CRUSHING ME WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY. THE WANNA-BE COUNTRY BOY DRIVING WITH HIS BUDDIES RIDING INSYDE THE TRUCK, AS WELL AS IN THE BED WITH THEIR LADIES, WOULD NOT HAVE MADE A SECOND GLANCE IF THEY WERE SUCCESSFUL. THEY ARE LUCKY THAT MY VIEW OF THEM DIMINISHED SWIFTLY. I BELIEVE I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO LET MY BEAUTIFUL COLT 45 STRIKE A PERFORMANCE. BEGINNING WITH A TUNE OF AIR BEING EXPELLED FROM THEIR OVERSIZED TIRES WITH THE HARMONYK SOUNDS OF SHATTERED GLASS, CRUSHED METALS AND FIBERGLASS COLLAPSING, BEFORE THE MESMERYZING DANCE THE FLAMES WOULD CREATE. I WOULD NOT WANT THEM TO DIE, JUST GET BANGED UP, BRUISED. NOW I WOULD RELISH IN BLYSS TO SEE THE BURGANDY DODGE BURN. UNTIL ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS THE ASHES OF DADDY'S PRECIOUS TRUCK, IT'S ELEGANCY LONG GONE.

"SHIT...." I MUMBLED AS I PUSHED MYSELF OFF THE GROUND, SWIPING THE SAND OFF MY BEIGE COMBAT PANTS AND THE FRONT OF MY WHYTE CUT-OFF. THE NECKLACE GIVEN TO ME BY MY MOTHER WITH OUR FAMILY KRESCENT WAS STILL HANGING STRONG, NO DAMAGE. IT IS THE LAST OBJECT I HAVE OF MY FAMILY. I GRABBED MY HIKERS BAG, CONTINUING MY STEP AFTER STEP MARCH TO MY DESTINATION, ODESSA, TEXAS. AFTER THAT I WILL START TRACKING EAST TOWARDS NEW ORLEANS. I MIGHT FIND HIM THERE. IF NOT, MAYBE THE UNDERGROUND KAJUN VOODOO KRAFTERS CAN POINT ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. HE WILL BE FOUND. I WILL FIND THE MOTHERFUCKER. I BEGIN TO WALK, A THOUGHT HIT ME. THE THOUGHT OF THE WORLD SUPPOSEDLY BEING BETTER. I THOUGHT THE HELPING HAND, THE BROTHER'S KEEPER WAY OF MYND WAS RENEWED AND FLOURISHING. TRUTHFULLY, IT IS. FOR THE FIRST TYME IN THIS PLANET'S HYSTORY, PEACE WAS IN IT'S TRUE FORM. ETHNICITY, RELIGION, CULTURE, HELL EVEN POLITICAL VIEWS WERE OF THE PAST. THE GREAT POWERS HAVE REALLY BEEN PUTTING IN GREAT ADVANCES TO CONTINUE TO IMPROVE THE WAY OF LYFE. COUNTRIES ONCE DIVIDED, WERE WORKING TOGETHER TO IMPROVE ANY, EVERYTHING THAT WAS AMONGST THE WORLD. AMONGST THE LAND OF THE FREE, WE TRULY WERE FREE. NO BICKERING, FIGHTING OVER RACE, BELIEFS OR STANCES. ALL WAYS OF LYFE GAINED THE ABILITY TO LEARN TO SIT, LISTEN, UNDERSTAND ENSURING ADAPTATIONS TO CHANGES. THE ENDING RESULT, UNITY AMONGST ALL.

COWARDS. THEY ONLY DO THAT IN FEAR. BUT "HE " HAS BEEN REPORTED DEAD. WHAT IS LEFT TO FEAR? HAHAHA!!!! WHAT A JOKE. HONESTLY, I CAN'T BLAME THE HIGHER AUTHORITARIANS. THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN ANYONE, ANYTHING LIKE HIM. NOT IN ANY BOOKS, RELIGIONS, MYTHS, OR PROPHECIES. I HAVE SOMETHING THEY COULD NOT BEGIN TO FATHOM. MY HATRED, DESIRE TO FIND HIM AND RELINQUISH HIS FYNAL BREATH FROM THIS WORLD AND EXISTENCE. PLUS, I HAVE A GYFT FOR HIS MONSTROSITY PRESENCE.

"FINALLY! I KNEW I WOULD EVENTUALLY STUMBLE ON SOME FORM OF LUCK. TYME TO GET A DRINK, SOME GRUB AND A ROOM TO RELAX AND REST."

GOLDSMITH WAS A NICE, SMALL PLACE. THE PERFECT AREA HE WOULD RESIDE TO STAY HIDDEN. AT LEAST THAT IS WHAT LITTLE INFORMATION I HAVE FOUND PORTRAYS. HE ENJOYS HIS PEACE, LOVES THE SYLENCE SO HE COULD FOKUS ON HIS NEXT TARGET. THE NEXT ACT OF KAYOS AND DESTRUKTION HE INTENDS TO EXPOSE. NO ONE HAS SEEN HIM IN 10 YEARS.

"LITTLE TOWNS HAVE LEFT ME EMPTY HANDED. MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, I AM OVERTHINKING THINGS." I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. "MAYBE HE IS LIVING THE GLORIOUS, FRIVILOUS LIFESTYLE WITH NO IDEA WHAT STORM HAS FORMED TO TEAR DOWN HIS EMPYRE OF ENTITLEMENT.... FUCKING PRICK."

"THERE! THERE'S A BAR AND IT LOOKS LIKE A HOTEL IS ABOUT A MILE UP. DAMN LADY LUCK! BOUT' TIME YOU GAVE ME SOME LOVE."

I GLANCED TO READ THE NAME OF THE ESTABLISHMENT,

"MORIARTY'S MORTUARY: THE PLACE TO DRINK YOUR LYFE AWAY".

NICE. DAMN REDNECKS. STILL BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS AND A SHOT OF BOURBON ON THE ROCKS SOUNDS EARNED DOES IT NOT POPS. IT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF POISON TO EASE THE STRESS."

(BELL CHIMES) "WELCOME TO MORIARTY'S MORTUARY! THE BEST, COLDEST DRINKS IN ALL OF ODESSA! FIND YASELF A SEAT, I'LL BE RIGHT WIT' YA."

I BEGIN SURVEYING THE CROWD, IT SEEMS NORMAL. A GROUP OF FOUR GUYS DRINKING, TALKING ABOUT WORK. PROBABLY THAT, OR HOW TEXAS IS FINALLY GOING TO WIN SOME TYPE OF CHAMPIONSHIP THIS YEAR. HELL, THEY MIGHT. I REALLY COULD CARE LESS ABOUT SPORTS. THERE'S A FEW COUPLES HERE AND THERE, EATING, ENJOYING THE EARLY DAY BEFORE DAWN APPROACHES. THEY WILL LOOK TO LEAVE BEFORE THE NYGHT TAKES IT RIGHTFUL PLACE AND THE DAY SLUMBERS, DELIVERING ANOTHER HEAT ENVOKED DAY.

I SPOT THE PERFECT RESTING PLACE FOR THIS LONE NOMAD. THE CORNER BOOTH, ENOUGH ROOM TO SIT FIVE TO SIX PEOPLE. I APROACH THE TABLE, TOSS MY HIKERS BAG IN THE BOOTH, AND BEGIN RESTING THESE BARKING SOLES. I UNTIE MY STEEL TOES AND KICK THEM OFF TO LET THE CHYLL OF COLD, COMFORT CARESS MY TOES. SO REFRSHING. I GO TO GRAB MY NOTEBOOK OUT OF MY BAG TO MAKE SURE NEW ORLEANS IS REALLY WHERE I PLAN TO TREAD MY PRESENCE NEXT. I MAKE SURE I HAVE NOT OVERLOOKED ANYTHING, MENTALLY REFRESH WHAT INFORMATION IS KNOWN ABOUT HIM.

"HOWDY STRANGER! NAMES CLIFF, WHAT CAN I GET YOU?"

"UH, YEA.... HI, I'LL TAKE A GLASS OF BOURBON, IN FACT BRING THE BOTTLE AND CHARGE IT TO MY TAB. WHAT WOULD YOU RECOMMEND IS THE BEST DISH YOU HAVE HERE?"

"WHOA!!! NOW SLOW DOWN THERE PARTNA! HEH, A WHOLE THANG OF BOURBON MIGHT BE TOO GROWN FOR YA! DEFINITELY REAL EARLY FOR SOMETHIN' THAT STRONG.... AANNND I WILL NEED TO SEE SOME IDENTIFACTION."

"REALLY??? I DON'T LOOK OLD ENOUGH? YOU NEED SOME ID? I'M PLENTY OF GROWN TO HANDLE MY INTAKE, MIGHT OUTDRAW YOU PARTNA."

"HEY NOW DON' GON AN' GET OFFENDED. I WAS JUST TEASIN. DON'T GET ME WRONG YOUNG FELLA, YOU GOT THE HEIGHT, BUT YA LACKIN THE GIRTH. THE BABY FACE AN' WAVY HAIR DON'T DO YA NO FAVORS. A BEARD MIGHT DO YA SOME JUSTICE. HELL YA LOOK A LITTLE LET'S SAY... CUTE. NO OFFENCE OF COURSE HEHEHE!!!"

"TRUST ME. I AM THE LAST PERSON YOU WANT TO CROSS PATHS AGAINST. DON'T LET THE SIZE CONFUSE YOU. I GUARANTEE I COULD LEVEL THIS PLACE WITH A SNAP OF A FINGER. THE NEXT THING EVERYONE HERE WILL SEE, AN ACTUAL MORTUARY. NO OFFENSE INTENDED. HERE IS MY ID."

"AIGHT, AIGHT! I GOTCHA! I CAN TELL YA AIN'T USED TO THE HEAT, GOT YA ALL FIRED UP LIKE A GOD DAMN PEPPER WENT ALL IN YA ASS AN' DROPPED IT'S NUTS OFF IN YA. NO NEED TO BE A COWBOY, THEM DAYS HAVE GONE AND PASSED. 26! HUH! BORN IN 09. DAMN THAT WAS LONG TIME AGO. STILL, YA LOOK YOUNGER THAN A FRESH BULL PATTY ON THE RANCH HAHAHA I'M JUS MESSIN, I'LL GET THE BOURBON AN' THE BEST FOOD IS THE TOMAHAWK STEAK WITH MASHED TATERS, FULLY LOADED. COMES WITH A SALAD AS THE APPETIZER."

"YEAH... FUNNY. TWO ORDERS OF THAT. ONE FOR HERE. ONE TO GO."

"ALLLRIGHT Q-TIP IT WILL BE RIGHT UP AN' I'LL HAVE MERYL BRING THE GLASS AN' BOURBON FOR YA. THEM DAMN TOMAHAWKS GONNA FEED YER SKINNY ASS FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS HAHAHA!"

"WHAT THE FUCK...." I WHISPERED. "THANKS."

CLIFF WAS A HEAVIER GUY IN THE 300 TO 350 RANGE. HELL EVRERYONE WAS SKINNY TO HIM. FELT BAD FOR HIM HONESTLY. TOP PART OF HIS HEAD WAS BALD WITH THE BACK BEING A MULLET. THE HAT HE WORE WAS TO TRY AND FOOL EVERYONE, BUT I COULD TELL. THERE IS USUALLY SOME STRANDS THAT ESCAPE THE FRONT AND OR THE SIDES OF THE HAT. YET, THERE WERE NO RED HAIRS FLARING ANYWHERE FROM THE HAT EXCEPT THE BACK. HE WAS ONLY 5"7, MAYBE, SO ALMOST EVERYONE WAS A GIANT TO HIM. THANK GOD I GOT MY FATHER'S GENETYKS WITH HEIGHT. HE WAS 6'1 AND I JUST HAPPENED TO PASS HIM ON MY 16TH BIRTHDAY. TWO YEARS AFTER HE PASSED. I WONDER WHAT THEY WOULD THINK OF ME NOW. I HAVE GROWN TO BE A 6'5 MOUNTAIN OF HATRED. COVERED AND HARNESSING THE SUIT OF VENGEANCE. THAT IS ONE THING I DO HAVE ON HIM. HOW COULD SOMEONE WITH SUCH AN AVERAGE STATURE, BE SO FEARED.... I WILL NEVER KNOW.

"HERE YA ARE DARLIN'! SORRY BOUT CLIFF. HIS DADDY OWNS THE PLACE, SO HE JUS DOES AN SAYS AS HE PLEASES."

"THANK YOU. IT'S OKAY. I'VE MET WORSE, TRUST ME. HE IS A SAINT SENT FROM GOD HIMSELF COMPARED TO SOMEONE I KNOW. THE INN DOWN THE ROAD, IS IT BEARABLE? PLEASE BE HONEST."

"OOH SO POLITE! MOMMA MUS BE PROUD FOR RAISIN A FINE-MANNERED YOUNGIN. WELL, THANK YA FOR UNDERSTANDIN SUGA YOUR FOOD WILL BE OUT SHORTLY AN' QUINCY'S OLE INN? SHOOT IT'S NICE. SOFT BEDS AN' PILLOWS WITH DEPENDABLE AIR CONDITION. ALL THAT'LL BE MISSIN IS SOMEONE TO LAY WITH."

"THANK YOU AND NOTED." I RESPONDED WITH A NOD. MERYL WAVED AS SHE STRUTTED BACK BEHIND THE COUNTER. SHE WAS CUTE, BUT NOT THE TYPE YOU BRING HOME TO MEET THE FAMILY.

AS I POUR MY BOURBON, I START TO TAKE IN MY SURROUNDINGS. THE BAR ISN'T THAT BAD OF A SETUP. GLASS WINDOWS ALL AROUND THE BUILDING. THE BOOTH'S SEATS ARE RED AND THE TABLESARE MADE OF WHYTE MARBLE. DÉCOR IS AS EXPECTED. NEON SYGNS OF POPULAR BRANDS OF BEERS, POSTERS OF GREAT COLLEGE AND PRO ATHLETES FROM THEIR FORMER YEARS. BANNERS OF ALMOST EVERY TEXAS TEAM YOU COULD THINK OF THAT REPRESENTS THE LONE STAR STATE. DIFFERENT BRANDS OF ALCOHOL ARE IN LINES BEHIND THE BAR ON SHELVES. TELEVISION SETS COVER THE CEILING SO MUCH THAT IT IS WONDER HOW THE FANS FAIL TO STRYKE THEM. IN THE BACK THERE ARE PLACES TO SHOOT POOL AND THROW DARTS. ITS EARLY, SO NO ONE FEELS THE URGE TO GAMBLE AWAY THEIR WEEKS BILL MONEY. THE FLOOR MATCHES THE BAR STOOLS, CEDAR WITH A DARK FYNYSH COAT. SITTING AT THE VERY END, FURTHEST FROM ME, THREE SOULS, HEADS DOWN, HOODS ON. WHY THE HELL DO THEY HAVE HOODS ON IN THIS HOT ASS AREA? ONE LOOKS LIKE A WOMAN WITH LONG, BLACK HAIR AND EMERALD GREEN EYES. HONESTLY, NOT SURPRISED THAT SHE IS WEARING A HOODED JACKET. MY MOTHER WAS ALWAYS COLD. NO MATTER IF THE TEMPERATURE WAS 85° WITH A HEAT INDEX THAT RAISED IT TO 92. SHE WOULD STILL BE IN A THIN LONG SLEEVE. I MISS MY MOTHER. EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ALWAYS COLD, HER WARMTH ALWAYS SEEMED TO SOOTHE ME.

*BANG!!!! A DOOR SLAMS OPEN!!!*

"HAHA! THAT WAS CRAZY AS FUUCKK BUDDY! WE NEED TAH DO THAT SHIT MORE OFTEN DONNIE!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP TERRY! YOUR STUPID ASS WAS CRYING THE WHOLE TYME WE WERE OUT THERE JUMPIN THE HILLS. HELL MORE THAN DAMN LADIES! HEY!!! CLIFF!!! WHERE THE HELL IS MY GOD DAMN WHISKEY AND MY GOD DAMN WINGS YOU OLD- FAT, HALF BALD-HEADED GINGER ASS FUCK! I CALLED YA AN' TOLD YA HAVE MY SHIT READY YA PIG COUSIN FUCKIN INBRED!"

*DONNIE AND HIS FRIENDS ARE LAUGHING. DONNIE IS THE LEADER OF THE GROUP. THEIR GIRLFRIENDS HAVE THEIR HEADS ALL IN THEIR PHONES.*

"GOD DAMNIT DONNIE! NOW I TOLD YA TO QUIT KICKIN THAT DAMN DOOR. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YA DADDY WAS THE FUCKIN GOVENOR! QUIT HOLLERIN AN' SLAMMIN SHIT!! YA GONNA BREAK THAT DAMN DOOR OFF IT'S HINGES AND YA DADDY IS GONNA BE PAYING FOR IT YA SON OF A BITCH." SHOUTED CLIFF.

"EXCUSE ME CLIFF?" DONNY CALMY RESPONDED LOWERING HIS VOICE JUST ENOUGH SO EVERYONE COULD STILL HEAR HIM. "WHO DO YA THINK YOUR TALKIN TO? DON'T MAKE ME WHIP YOUR FAT ASS UP AN' DOWN THIS BAR SO BAD THAT YOUR SKYN WILL MATCH YOUR HAIR. WE WILL CALL YOU CLIFF THE BIG RED HOG!!!! YEAH, MY DADDY AIN'T THE GOVENOR, BUT ONE PHONE CALL AN' HE WILL SHUT YA AN' YO DADDYS BAR DOWN!"

YOU COULD TELL DONNY'S DAD HAD SOME PULL OVER THIS AREA OF THE TOWN. ANYONE WHO COULD WALK INTO PLACE AND BE AS RUDE, ARROGANT AS HIM, HAS BEEN SPOILED, BAILED OUT BY DADDY SO MUCH HE THINKS HE IS INVINCIBLE. A TYPE OF PERSON WHO USES INTIMYDATION AND FEAR TO GET THEIR WAY FROM OTHERS. EVEN WORSE WHEN THEY USE SOMEONE ELSE'S ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND STATUS TO GET THEIR WAY

"HEY!!!!" I HOLLERED FROM ACROSS THE ROOM. "WHY DON'T YOU SIT DOWN, RELAX, WAIT FOR YOUR ORDER LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. IN THE MEANTIME, COULD YOU SHUT THAT DICK SKYNNER OF YOURS? YOU ARE RUINING MY DRINK AND VIBE."

I CAN NOT STAND A WANNA-BE COUNTRY FUCKER, MUCH LESS AN ENTITLED PRICK WHO GETS AWAY WITH SHIT JUST BECAUSE HIS DADDY HAS MONEY AND POWER. COULD CARE LESS ABOUT STICKING UP FOR CLIFF, BUT I HAVE A BAD HEADACHE. PLUS, I REALLY JUST WANT TO ENJOY, ENGULF MYSELF IN THE AIR CONDITIONING IN PEACE.

"WHO SAID THAT?!? HUH? STAND UP PUSSY!" DONNIE SHOUTED AS HE TRACED HIS EYES ACROSS THE ROOM.

"I DID. I WILL UM, STAY SEATED. BEEN A LONG DAY AND IF I DO STAND UP, WELL THEN I RECOMMEND EVERY ONE DUCK THEIR HEADS. I DID NOT COME TO FYGHT, BUT I WILL ARRANGE A SPECIAL MEETING WITH YOU AND YOUR MAKER SO YOU CAN DISCUSS HOW YOU FUCKED WITH WRONG THE DELIVERY MAN AT THE WRONG DESTINATION." I EVER SO CALMY REPLIED.

"AHAHAHA! WE GOT US A COWBOY HERE FELLA'S!" DONNIE COCKIDLY EXCLAIMED.

"KICK HIS ASS DONNY!" TERRY AND DONNY'S OTHER FRIENDS RANT, ANTOGONIZING THE EVENT THAT WAS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE.

CLIFF FOLLOWED WITH "DONNY QUIT HARRASSIN THE CUSTOMERS DAMNIT! YA GONNA MAKE POPS COME OUT HERE WITH HIS SHOTGUN!"

"GOOD CLIFF! MAYBE OLE MORT WILL BLOW A HOLE IN HIS ASS SO BIG WE'LL BE ABLE TO COUNT HOW MANY FUCKS I GIVE!" DONNY SCREAMs WITH RAGE, EQUIVALENT TO A SPOILED CHILD NOT GETTING THEIR WAY.

"ALRIGHT." I RESPONDED AS I DOWNED MY THIRD GLASS OF BOURBAN. "BOOTS BACK ON, BAG GOOD, COLT LOADED AND READY. OK, NOW BITCH WHAT YOU GONNA DO NOW?"

DONNY THROWS HIS HANDS UP ABOVE HIS BLACK, SHAVED HEAD I AS POINTED MY CHROME COLT 45 ATTACHED WITH A SYLENCER, EXTENDED MAGAZINE, FLASHLYGHT AND RED-DOT SYGHT. I TOWERED HIM AS WELL. DOWN HILL SHOT. HE STOOD AT AN EVEN 6 FEET. NICE SIZED GUY, WEIGHING ABOUT 205 POUNDS. TANNED, WITH AN AVERAGE PHYSIQUE. WEARING JEANS, WHYTE- COLLARED BUTTON DOWN SHIRT WITH DEEP BROWN COWBOY BOOTS. HE LOOKED LIKE A SPOILED ASS ROTTEN CHILD. I BET DADDY IS SO PROUD. PROBABLY WOULD THANK ME IF DEALT HIS SON A LESSON IN MANNERS.

"HMPH, PUSSY. GONNA PULL A GUN ON AN UNARMED MAN, SCARED TO DEAL IN FISTS." DONNY RESPONDED. HE WAS TRYING TO ACT TOUGH. HIS EYES TOLD THE TRUE STORY. TERRIFIED. HE COULD SEE DEATH AT THE END OF MY BARRELL, BARELY SHAKING. I HAVE BEEN IN THESE PREDICAMENTS BEFORE. MOST COWER DOWN AND RETREAT. THEIR FATHER'S WERE EITHER DEAD OR TAUGHT THEM THE RIGHTFUL WAYS TO SURVYVE.

"WELL I DON'T SEE A MAN, FISTS ARE ALWAYS LAST RESORT, AND I AM FEELING PRETTY PINK."

*CLICK-CLICK* A SHOTGUN IS COCKED AND LOADED

"NOW I DO NOT GIVE TWO SHITS, OR A TICK OFF AN ARMIDILLO'S ASS WHAT IS GOIN ON BETWEEN YOU TWO, BUT GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SALOON!" SHOUTED MORIARTY AS HE SNUCK HIS WAY OUT OF HIS OFFICE.

MORIARTY LOOKED LIKE AN ACTUAL COWBOY FROM THE OLD WESTERNS. WELL, MORE LIKE AN OUTLAW. BLACK COWBOY HAT THAT CONCEALED HIS SALT-N-PEPPER MULLET STYLE HAIR, MORE SALT THAN PEPPER. A BLACK LONG- SLEEVE BUTTONED DOWN SHIRT WITH THE SLEEVES ROLLED RIGHT BELOW HIS ELBOWS. HIS SHIRT WAS TUCKED IN TO HIS DENIM JEANS THAT WERE HELD UP BY A BELT WITH A BUCKLE OF WHAT LOOKS TO BE A REAPER IN GOLD CENTERED WITH SYLVER IN THE BACKROUND. BLACK COWBOY BOOTS WITH SPURS TO COMPLIMENT THE TRUE LOOK OF AN OLD COWBOY.

"SHOOT THIS OUTSIDER MORT! MY DAD WILL COVER IT ALL UP! YA WON'T SEE ANY TIME BEHIND BARS! HELL HE MAY DONATE SOME MONEY TO THIS SALOON FOR HOWEVER YA SEE FIT TO USIN' IT"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP DONNY! YA ARE

1. TO FUCKIN' YOUNG TO BE IN HERE AN' BARKIN ORDERS AT MY OLD ASS.

2. YA ARE TOO ARROGANT TO SEE, YER DADDY CAN'T SAVE YER SPOILED LITTLE ASS ALL THE TYME. HIS MONEY IS USELESS TO ME IF YOUR DUMBASS IS DEAD WITH HOLES IN YA.

3. FINALLY... THIS WORLD HAS FINALLY FOUND PEACE. NOW I KNOW YOU DEGENERATE LITTLE FUCKS DON'T REMEMBER THE WAY THINGS USED TO BE. SURE, THERE ARE STILL SOME DEFECTS IN ANY PRODUCT, BUT I WILL DIE AN' GO TO HELL, TO FUCK SATAN'S LEFT ASS CHEEK BEFORE I LET KAYOS RUN THROUGH MY BAR!"

I LOOK OUT THE WINDOW, I NOTICED SOMETHING FAMILIAR. IT ISN'T? O IT CAN NOT BE TRUE?

"YOU DRIVE THE RED DODGE?" I ASKED AS I LOOKED AT DONNIE.

"FUCK YOU! WHAT DOES IT MATTER BITCH! WAIT A SECOND... I ALMOST HIT YA ASS ON THE WAY TO THE DUNES! DAMN I SHOULDA FINISHED YA ASS OFF. SEND YA MOMMY AN' DADDY SOME FLOWERS WITH DISRESPECT INCLUDED." DONNIE REPLIED WITH FRUSTRATION, MIXED WITH FEAR.

"WATCH YOUR TONGUE! BEFORE I RIP IT OUT AND FEED IT TO YOUR PUNK ASS FRIENDS!" I ANGRILY REPLIED. HE HAS HIT A NERVE. NO ONE WILL DOWN OR DISRESPECT MY FAMILY, ESPECIALLY MY DEPARTED PARENTS.

"O WHAT? NO MOMMY AN DADDY AROUND? SHIT USELESS!!! THEY SHOULDA DIED BEFORE THEY COULDA PROCREATED!!!" DONNY REPLIES WITH SNICKERING SMILE.

*THUMP-THUMP........ THUMP- THUMP....... THUMP THUMP*

I HEAR MY HEART BEATING LOUDLY....

"NOT NOW!!! NO!!!"

*THUMP-THUMP.... THUMP-THUMP-... THUMP- THUMP..THUMP THUMP THUMP*

"WHAT THE FUCKS WRONG WITH YOU? HIS EYES ARE FLASHING GOLD!! HE'S ONE OF EM'!!! GET OUTTA HERE YA FUCKIN FREAK!! GO BACK TO YER FATHER! JOIN HIM IN HELL!" DONNY SHOUTED WITH FEAR AND TERROR.

"I CAN'T...... I CAN...... I CAN'T STOP IT....... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A BRYGHT RED WAVE OF UNKNOWN BIRTHS, RADIATES AND EXPLODES AT SUCH VELOCITY AND POWER, THE ORYGYN IS HARD TO PINPOINT. THE WAVE LEAVES THE BAR IN TURMOIL. BROKEN CHAIRS, TABLES, LYGHTS FLICKERING, ALL THE WINDOWS SHATTER AND GLASS BECOMES PROJECTILES. THE BLAST WAS SO IMMENSE, IT REACHED THE PARKING LOT, DESTROYING EVERY VEHICLE IN THE LOT. SOME FLIPPED OVER OR ON THEIR SIDES. MOST OF THEM ALL SET TO ABLAZE.

"*COUCH COUGH* IS EVERYONE OK? CLIFF?!? MY BOY, YA OK? MERYL? DONNY?" ASKED MORIARTY.

"YEA, I'M GOOD POPS. SO IS MERYL. EVERYONE ELSE SEEMS OK JUST RATTLED. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!? WHAT WAS THAT POPS?!?" REPLIED CLIFF.

"HE IS *COUGH COUGH* ONE OF EM' HEREDITARIANS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS. I NEVER SEEN ANYTHIN' LIKE THAT IN MY LYFE. I'M JUS GLAD YER OK, DONNIE! I CAN'T SEE YA. YER OK AREN'T YA? *COUGH COUGH* WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO?!?" QUESTIONED MORIARTY AS HE STUMBLES THROUGH RUBBLE FROM THE BAR.

"HE LOOKED JUS' LIKE HIM POPS! LIKE WHAT WE WOULD SEE ON THE NEWS YEARS AGO. WHEN HE WAS ALIVE AN' REAKIN HELL! HE SENT A DAMN WAVE OR BLAST OF SOMETHIN' FROM WITHIN. IT LOOKS LIKE A DAMN TORNADER WENT THROUGH HERE!" RESPONDED CLIFF.

" O GOD.... *COUGH COUGH* O NO. CLIFF, THIS ISN'T GOOD" THE WORDS TREMBLED FROM MORIARTY'S DUST COVERED LIPS.

" WHAT IS IT POPS?!? IS DONNY OK?!!" SCREAMED CLIFF WORRINGLY.

"NAW, DONNY.... HE'S.... HE'S GONE...." MORIARTY TREMBLES IN SHOCK. "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YA DONE?!? YA SONS OF BITCHES NEED TO JUS OFF YOURSELVES OR LIVE ON YOUR OWN LITTLE ISLAND AWAY FROM US!!! THEY FOUND A WAY TO END HIM, THEY NEED TO END YOU!!! FUCK THE AGREEMENT, ALL YA HEREDITARIANS EVER CAUSE IS DESTRUKTION AND KAYOS!"

"I DIDN'T.... I CAN'T.... I'M SORRY.." BARELY ESCAPES MY LUNGS AS I LIE THERE, CLOTHES RIPPED, BURNT OFF MY SKYN. I WAS BASICALLY NUDE WITH WHAT LITTLE WAS LEFT OF MY CLOTHING. I HAVE NOT DONE THIS IN 2 YEARS. I THOUGHT I HAD CONTROL OF IT. THEY CALLED ME HIM. THE ONLY REGRET, REJECTION I HAVE OF THIS POWER, IS IT WAS GYFTED TO ME FROM HIM. NOW THEY CAN SEE THE ART OF HIS EVYL. HEREDITARIAN, A DESCRIPTION, A TITLE I HAVE NOT HEARD IN SO LONG. GIVEN TO US BY THE WORLD POWERS. WE INHERITED A PIECE OF HIS POWER. SOMETHING I AM BLESSED TO HAVE AS A GYFT TO USE AGAINST HIM, IS ALSO A CURSE AS IT ALWAYS REMYNDS ME OF THAT DREADFUL NYGHT. THE ROOT OF MY NOMADYK WAYS, FUELED BY VENGEANCE.

THIS POWER ONLY DRAINS ME AND WEAKENS ME. MY SURROUNDINGS, NOT SO LUCKY. DONNY'S FATE WAS NOT SO REWARDING.DONNY'S FLESH IS BURNT TO THE BONE IN SOME PLACES, THE REST IS CARTERIZED MUSCLE, THERE IS NO SKYN THAT REMAINS. HIS EYES HAVE LIQUIFIED, LEAVING THE REMAINS DROOLING FROM HIS SOCKETS. HIS LIPS AND NOSE ARE GONE, TEETH PARTIALLY BURNT AWAY. HIS SOUL WILL FEEL THE PAIN AS IT MAKES ITS RETURN TO THE CREATOR.

"YOU SONS OF A BITCHES. I WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKIN HEAD OFF THEN FEED IT T......"

*WHACK* SOME STRANGE FIGURE HITS MORIARTY IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD BEFORE HE COULD FINISH HIS LAST THREAT.

"NO ONE MOVE!!! WE WON'T HURT YOU! LET US TAKE HIM AWAY FROM HERE AND NO ONE GETS HURT!"

"MY PAH! FUCK YOU!! HE KILLED DONNY AN' YA HURT MY PA!!" SCREAMED CLIFF.

"WE WILL LEAVE IN PEACE OR YOU CAN END UP LIKE DONNY."

THEIR VOICES ARE FADING. I AM LOSING CONSCIOUSNESS. I AM SO WEAK. I JUST WANT TO SLEEP, BUT WHY ARE THEY HELPING ME? DID THEY NOT WITNESS WHAT OCCURRED? WHY ARE THEY NOT INJURED? THEIR CLOTHES AND WITS SEEM TO ALL BE UNSCATHED. HOW? WHO ARE THEY?

AS I LOOKED UP, FADING IN AND OUT OF CONSCIOUSNESS, ALL I CAN REMEMBER IS THE STRANGE FIGURE PEERING AT ME WITH THOSE EMERALD EYES. READING HER PLUMP LIPS, IT SEEMED SHE SAID "YOU WILL BE OK. WE ARE FRIENDS AND HERE TO HELP." THE FRAGRANCE SHE EMITS IS SO INTOXICATING. SO STRONG, STRONG ENOUGH TO BRING RELAXATION AND MASK THE SMELL OF DONNY'S BURNT FLESH. ALL I MUSTERED TO ASK WAS " WHO AR.............."