We dug up Amara Long and measured. Because he said, 'Ruler!' She was 5'7". Clayton got Ximena Anca who stood about 5'5". Together that makes a 11 foot two human. He wants to reach the sky.
I look at the clouds of the Ghetto and it is bright outside with a fake sun shining. Next the Bs, Erica Baldwin was all bones with her hair still attached. She stood 5'11. Jayden Barry must have just died, his skin was shriveled an ashy brown. This man was about a good 6'3 and three extra millimeters.
The Cs, Nahiara Carrasquillo stood 5'11. "Quinn, Raquel knows her," Clayton says. "Nahi used to be Thankful's bestfriend and La Dama cut her legs off. "Wait, how tall is she?"
"They kindly buried her with her bones..."
Jael De Jesus was next, he was male with his head missing. So minus the head we couldn't find, Jael stood about 5'8 or shorter. "We aren't using the head?"
"Fuck it." he says.
A, B, C, D, E, F (Flores) then Gonzalez. They were buried together and both were put in the box. "So, some information, Gia Gonzalez and Lara Flores were sisters. Gia stole Lara's husband as they stuck to a hotel room for a night. These are relatives."
"Of Raquel?"
"She's a family member of the Dante family. Meet her cousins."
Brie Jopp. "Andre's ex."
"Next."
"Leon."
We picked up Leon. "We are going out of order." I chuckle. "Fuck it." he groans.
He wasn't buried, we looked for hours. Clayton shouted from afar, "Get Dariel Martinez and Lyonel Page. We'll do the rest tomorrow."
Still going out of order. Eventually, we didn't even get the other two, Clayton just wanted to leave. He put his hands on the box. "I am so done."
"We'll get it done tomorrow."
"I'm finding a body for myself." It is too early. "You know it's not bad being a mammy. I kind of like the babies, except Uma."
"Now say you like rape."
"What?" I'm shook. "I don't..."
"You do." his tone is emotionless, deadpan. "Janna is going to use you like Raquel. You sound like a dumb ass hoe."
"Fuck you, Clayton."
"Excuse me, I thought I was a sexy furry?" he looks aimlessly at nothing and yells in the air, "HOME!"
A door appears with a giant golden skull with clattering teeth. It opens and I see the barn back at the church and several other pictures. "Is that Cedrica? Alexis?" I just keep looking at Alexis crying with one leg. "I saw her with two." I hold up two fingers dumbly.
"And?" he faces the door while lifting the box. "That was years ago and ain't no time in the Hood."
We go back to the barn and I just wanna know what happened to her leg. Is it because we kicked her out the house?
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Once we made it back to the barn and sat the coffin outside. Clayton lay in Hay and the children were sleeping.
But Uma, Tel, woke up.
"I am alive!" she yelled. "Fuck!"
"Ugh." I plopped down on a bail of hay. "Amen, sister."
"Lord," I threw my head back. "Tel... what did you do today?"
"I thought about blood."
"You did?"
"And dying."
"Ok. Why are you so obessed with death?"
"I would like to have complete and total death. I shouldn't be here and Ghetto talks to me. My parents are A-Rags."
"A-Rags?"
"Whatever it is. I remember when I was little, before this fucking church. A man called my father an A-Rag."
"I don't think you heard them right..." I muttered.
Clayton furrowed, "You mean A-Rabs?"
"I heard A-Rags."
Clayton sighed, "I hate it here..."
"You heard about the Indian?" asked Tel. "You mean engine?" said Clayton.
"Same thing." I saw her eyes move sideways. "There is an Indian vampire, the Vetala."
"He is dead." murmurs Clayton. "The Black Man." Uma whispers eerily. "He is alive."
"Ok, what about Smiley?"
"It has nothing to do with him. The Black Man is Indian."
"This is why Chain got lynched."
"Not connected." she retorts. "Chain? Chain Bible?"
"Why can't she hear the Ghetto?"
There is silence for a minute. I really can't hear it like them. I just sit there and pout.
"Beulah gave you a charm. That's useless," says Tel. "That's for the baptism."
"Well, I didn't finish."
"Maybe it's because you committed suicide, that's a sin. Do you not know that you are God's temple and that God's Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy him. For God's temple is holy, and you are that temple. 1 Corinthians 3:16."
"As we say. My body is a temple and my body stays at home." states Tel.
So, I'm abandoned? "No, stupid." hisses Clayton. "Maybe that white girl wasn't retarded."
"You think so?"
"Her breath is hot."
"Excuse you!" I yell. "Mokiri, hot as in sin--"
"EXCUSE YOU!"
"Bitch, be quiet!" he looks up and focuses on me. He gets up from the hay and paces to me. "Get up."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a pimp in training." he beckons me to stand and do, unwillingly. "Turn your back to me."
I do and he pulls down my shirt. And my shirt refuses to leave my shoulders. "What are you doing?" I look back.
"That's a vampire..." says Uma. "What vampire?" I used to be a werewolf. "That's not a vamp stuck to you." he says and steps back. "EXIT!"
The word hits me in my stomach. I feel as if something has flushed out of me.
But I feel... better somehow.
"The witches can't hear him!" yells Uma. And I look at my feet as Clayton jumps away from me.
My voice reaches such a level, I cough. "¡ǝɯ punoɟ no⅄"
This thing at my feet is stretching out of my right side. It's a white man with grey hair and his waist is outside of me. I'm screaming.
"¡noʎ pǝʍoʅʅoɟ I" His head faces me. I see his bugged-out eyes, his distorted mouth, his fingers have no nails as they touch the hay bottom floor. "GET IT OUT OF ME!" I tumble backwards. He stretches out of me further. It's like a human tapeworm.
"EXIT!" Clayton shouts again and the man slithers up the walls with his limbs stretched out and head stringy.
"I am... Nediresdiu! The Devil Thing that follows." A bright light blasts behind us. "Lilith!"
I look back at a pink lamb with human teeth.