JULY
Cimarron, New Mexico
Night
Chainsaw leaned back on the lumppy hotel bed with his arms
folded behind his head and let out a deep sigh.
Finally a rest, no things running amuk, and the days excitement was finding
some evil relic which we hid to enshure no one found it again.
Chainsaw: "God I'm bored. Bored, bored bored. I wonder where Dr. No
Effervesent darkness hung above a towering cliff of black velvet.
Heat lightning flashed within the clouds for miles out into the desert
the surrounded the velvet mountain. Chainsaw stood in a patch of
cacti at the mountain's base and gazed upwards to the peak.
His dark hair hung loose down to his shoulders and an occasional strand
stired with the warm breeze. His naked body was a roadmap of pink scars,
bullet wounds, old burns, and claw marks.
The sound of tiny bells ringing in unison drew his attention to a wooden
cart coming down the mountain. The wood was black and scortched as if burned
by an old fire. The wheels gleamed like well oiled steel and seeminly hummed
in a low pitch. A young boy with sandy blonde hair, a dirty white shirt, and
patched brown pants with suspenders pulled the wagon to a stop at the base
of the mountain. The boy looked up at Chainsaw with a rictous grin and held
up a straw stuffed teddy bear bedecked with a hundren tiny bells of well
oiled steel.
Chainsaw flicked the teady bear on the nose and the tiny bells rang in unison
seven times.
As the bells settled, the sky darkened to a deep crimson and heat lightning
rippled though the desert sky. It began to rain. Sticky red droplets
spattered down on Chainsaw's outstreched hand and rivuletes ran down his arms,
face, and chest. Sticky gore pooled at his feet and washed the desert sand
away leaving the message, "Beware the angry man." The rain stopped and
Chainsaw awoke with a start. The room was cold, but there was no trace
of the cold shadow.
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