Chapter Tourniquet Ends
Chapter 8
All Hell Break's Loose
Harry Pinkerton, Agent of Justice flew around nothingness like a village idiot! He didn't know what else to do! By day or night, all his ail's were gone now! What to do? Rape a chick and fly off, not have the son he wanted? He grinded his teeth the Devil gave him a bone to pick laughing! "Go have sin now!" Fun stuff this wasn't! He could go scare a curse off a beggar if he wanted! Tell a priest he wasn't evil! He could do it, save the world! But that tormented everything! The devil laughed in his chair! And was nowhere to be seen! For all he knew, Rance Spurgeon marooned on that tiny island there was his key to getting out of this with his heart and soul intact and not rankled by fear! He felt admonished to have waited in ambush for poor Rance Spurgeon and wanted to get him back to his family! But they were evil men! He was warming up to it now! They had killed many for the Pinkerton's and this was their revenge! They had knowed fear and bringeth it back to Evil! They were the fruitful youth who saundered to lose it all in War! Famine and Death were off carrying tools for Disease and War was flying around! Big diff! He thought! "What a world!" He flew up so high to see it and felt Death chill! "Watch it, Pardner! If I could go up there I'd be flying!" He felt stiff and cold! He made himself so Human up there and fell back down like a child! "Whee!" he wandered in and out of villages scarce as a bird! "I'm a bird-man now! Whee, whee, wheeeee!!!!!!!!!" He walked back and forth over coal's like a madman! Year's later of this and he'd never have enough! It was Hell on earth! This was a likely story. The 1920's began in the future and he could walk to them, but not past there much thereabout's he secluded himself, too, on a small island to see that! "Rance Spurgeon, we meet again! YOU DID THIS!" He beat him to a pulp and left him there again for dead! "Whatever happen's, stay safe there my compadre!" and he flew off again! He could be there in a moment's notice - teleport, he called it! A future story might call it rollicking fun, but his high-time's attitude soared in face of Evil! He was admonished just once by uttering the Devil's name and heard an "Ah, ah, ah!" of a ring-bell and plunged in pain to the ground! "So this is it!" he felt cold and died on the spot when uttering the Devil's name as "Horse-shit!"! "Not one time can you use my name in Vain!" the Devil told him and sent him back up to Earth! It was Hell on earth for him again! Every time he tried to, he revilled and stopped, becoming more of the Devil's own sort of confused victim! It was a sane system - one squeeze-and-again of poultice blood, and the wanderer would be dead on his back like a fly! He didn't want to die, not at all readily available to that pun! He tried again and again, nothing mattered anymore! Eventually, War was there for it! Death had adminished him from back home! "At least I still have my humanity!" Jean Claude said with a grin and a tip of his hat! He had never known the Pinkerton boy in life! And now in still-lifed knowed him well and all! He was knowledgeable and not forgotten about his treasure! Same for Famine and Disease! Theft was abandonment, and Johnny Boy rocked his guitar like a body to the tune! "Oh, so it come to pass/That not a night away it came!/Death, Famine, feast and porridge!/All came to rain!" It was a song as sullen as the time's! Death, Famine, War and Disease were out there with Famine, Feast and Fury as the high-tides reigning king's of champion! They called it whiskerville to be sure! It was time to know'd it to a Tee! They started, "And in the name of the Devil!/Come at last and be peaceful!/Find us at the top of the Tower!/Be reawakened!". The Dark Tower had been arisened!