Halfway across the planet of Flinkaz was an all black ghetto still plagued by segregation and wanton racism. A white supremacist group call WPO (White People Only) that harassed the minorities there. The law ether was a part of the evil group or ignored the violence alright.
A black man living with his wife and young daughter in a one room shack and an outhouse back behind the roughly made home. The father was a large man who was a huge man at nine foot and seven hundred pounds of pure muscle. The man was named John Henry who worked various jobs providing for his small family and all those that were near him that were found unable to support themselves.
One night the WPO came to his door and set up a small cross that was lit with gasoline and a match.
John spoke,"Those damn crackers will not chase me out of my own home! I gave up going to school during the fifth grade to support my sick mama! I worked harder than any machine and they hate me for it! This body is all that God had given me to support you all! Mom, I won't have Samantha growing up under this hellish state of fear! I go to church five times a week, along with daily prayer and Bible reading! But the Lord tortures us so for what?"
The wife Kathy spoke,"You will be damned if you cursed the good Lord, like that!
John spoke,"I am going to kill those damn crackers this same night!"
Kathy tried to keep her husband in the shack, but it was for naught!
He walked out unto the gravel road with the flaming cross in his hand. The fire had no effect on his being, beside the burning of his stained white shirt and blue overalls. He raised the cross above his head!
"You crackers' reign of terror ends this very night! I am killing all of you horse riding bastards!"
Each of the four white robed WPO members had white plastic masks with an iron cross on the center of the forehead.
The WPO man with a flaming torch in his left hand spoke,"You n-word need to know your place! You all are nothing but animals! I don't know why the man up stairs ever made you apes!"
John spoke,"Here, take back your toy! I am done with it!"
He threw the burning crossed into the heart of the torch wielding psychopath.
The miner could move quicker than any ostrich on his worse day. (They can move up to sixty miles per hour).
He grabbed the torch and set the closest racist on fire. The horse darted off leaving the three remaining men hurting on the ground.
John curb stomped the burning man with his booted foot.
"Stop, drop, and roll, Motherfucker!"
The last two men stood to their feet and shot Henry in the chest with their guns.
John remained on his feet as he used his arms to put his arms in a peek a boo position to guard his chest and head.
The white men emptied both of their clips into the body of Henry.
The black broke out into laughter as he shrugged off the bullet wounds.
"Is that all you got you white bois?"
They tried to run to safety but John was too quick for them. He beat to death with his bare hands and wore their blood as war paint.
He yelled,"Mom, take Samantha into the woods and don't look back no matter what! I love you two, but I can't go back now!"
Kathy carried her daughter on her back and wrapped her tightly with a set of curtains. Then the woman left the home as fast as she could.
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The WPO showed up in a rusty truck with several members in the front and back of the truck.
They parked the truck with the trailer bed facing Henry. They pulled off the blue tarp to John's horror.
It was an old Gatling gun!"
The men in the back of the trucked got the gun going and fired holes into the large man.
John falls unto his back, while the WPO runs out of ammunition.
The racist were all laughing, as they chanted,"Die, n-word, die!"
Henry pukes blood out of his mouth.
The attackers laughed all stopped in a hurry.
They bring a large wooden cross and nail him to it. They raise the cross into the air and put into a square hole that they had dug out.
John laughed,"Great shadow, your foe has forsaken me! I will you my soul, if you give me the strength to kill everyone in this damn group!"
A WPO member grabbed a stick of TNT and threw it at Henry.
The cross was blown to bits, along with John.
The racists leave for their homes with glee that the biggest threat to their was gone to the afterlife.
That next morning, the neighbors were horrified at what they saw in the yawn of Henry and his family.
The house had been destroyed and burnt marks were in the ground. The marks spelled out,"666 heard You, John!"
An old lady with a wooden cane spoke,"That fool gave into the great shadow at the last moment! He will be in hell come judgment day.
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Miles away a figure in a dirty brown cloak dragged a coffin tied to long rope. On top of the coffin read,"Where rests John Henry the ghost faced killer."
The wrinkled hands of the person had no trouble hauling the heavy coffin.
The crone spoke,"My voodoo will bring you back to life, since the dark one has saved you for the purpose of avenging us! The lord can heal, but so can the dark one! You will become the dark terror fighting against the evil white man. The good old boys' days are numbered."
The crone laughed, alone the trail into the swamp.
She brought the remains of Henry into a shady grave yard with a blood painted pentagram. The coffin was placed dead centered on the satanic pattern.
The white skinned crone started to chant some sort of evil tongue as the coffin begun to shake.
Soon, the top of the coffin flies up into the nearby trees.
John Henry's body was whole again, while only wearing boots and a pair of black blue genes.
The voodoo priest painted some sort of white paint on John's face in the shape of a skull.
She spoke,"Arise, my ghost faced killer and obtain your revenge! You are more powerful than any man on Flinkaz. "
GFK climbed to his feet without a word and walked into the unknown.
The crone spoke,"I have done as you have commanded, now give me my youth back as promised.
The nearby flames rose into the shape of a face.
It spoke,"Banshee, I have kept you alive for over three hundred years, despite being killed thirteen times! You have followed my ways and loved me as a dog follows after it's master! You will spend the rest of your unnatural life, as the lusty harlot that you were in your youth! Help the ghost faced killer in murder spree and you will remain immortal!"
The flames jumped from the fire pit and unto the cloak of Banshee. Her wrinkled body disappeared and in it's place was a smooth skin of a twenty year old woman. Her form was that of a hour glass, with the bosom of two thick torpedoes and the bubble butt of a young black woman. Her upper body was thin, despite her large breasts. Her thighs and hips of Banshee were that of a fat woman. Her face was that of an angel and she had the eyes of a devil that pierced through your very soul. Her face and nails were covered in paint of a woman of the night. Banshee's hair covered her body down to the ground.
The skeletons arose from their graves and bowed to the voodoo priestess.
Banshee spoke,"Go kill my lover! I will be here to satisfy your carnal needs, like no other woman can once you return here to rest."
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GFK walked through the swamp with no sense of urgency or direction. His mind was now that of a zombie and not that of a man. But one thing he knew for sure, his utter hatred of the WPO and other white supremacist groups. Anyone be damned that dared to cross the path of the Ghost faced killer!
To be continued