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Heat Packin'
Heathens
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Summer 2003
Sand Hollow, Idaho
Elton
Spilane's Narration of Events |
The jungle reeked of rot and decay.
Most ordinary
people avoided this area like the plague, but, Rick
wasn't ordinary. He had a job to do. A job
that no
one else would touch.
The word came down from the Man that the President of
Umbequa requested help to rid his land with a evil so
malignant that even the Righteous peed themselves in
fear.
A monster so ancient, so horrible had awakened with a
fiendish hunger and lust. It was seen attacking
villages, spitting fire, and handing out punishments
with it's Ruler of Terror. Any one seeing the
creature was sure to be cursed, if not eaten straight
away. Bowing its horrible head it would say grace
and
then devour it's prey in a horrible, flesh rending
manner that would tear flesh from bone in gulps.
Here, in the deepest part of the jungle was it's lair.
Rick could hear the bells from its cave tolling>
ominously and knew he had to approach with care.
There in the clearing ahead, he could see it's
misshapen head bowed, heard the garbled words as Hail
Mary's were flung about like yesterdays refuse.
Quietly, Rick crept forward, his hands gripping the
heavy stalk of his trusty FAL .308, one of the finest
assault weapons in our nations arsenal. Carefully he
pulled the safety back and gently rested his finger on
the trigger. Taking careful aim, he took a deep
breathe and slowly exhaled, preparing for the shot.
Suddenly the creature turned and with a roar of rage
and hate swung the Ruler of Terror and knocked the FAL
out of Rick's grip.
With a maniacal gleam in its one good eye, the creature
raised the Ruler of Terror, preparing to strike a blow
that would separate Rick's head from the rest of his
body.
""Yea, though I walk thru the Valley of Death I
shall
fear no evil for I am Death itself" the creature
roared.
Knowing he only had seconds to act, Rick quickly
reached behind his back and with a tug, pulled his
trusty Colt from it's holster and popped a 45 brain
mangler thru the ugly head.
With a sigh the creature fell to it's knees, begged
forgiveness and died.
Rick took a deep breath and replaced the pistol in his
holster. He thanked the Gods for the foresight and
knowledge that lead him to believe.....AS IT HARM NUN.
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