The End of the Novel
Chapter 9
The Dark Tower
Behold, what a beauty! They all said soundless. It was the end-time's. Colonel Vanderbilt, Wilkinson and Nightingale were all poised with their new brother War, Harold Townsend III to see it off! Harold was a German-namehaver to them! "Only two!?" they admonished him and shot him in the chest together! That was War's state of blood! To die again and again deathless! A joke to them! Armymen and a Detective, murderer's all! But three had a creed to protect, and the one last left alive, Rance Spurgeon, was their own kind! They brought him to the Tower and gave him a feast! He was their King! Their kind of man! They brought the Sheriff back to life that they had killed! They did not know him! Mr. Sheriff was given a black star to be Devil's Sheriff of Nottingham! Would they see it through? A new U.S. was thriving on bloodshed! Demon's were tore up out of the Earth, and stalked town's eating prey! Law was no longer in fashion! The Black Sheriff wore his star proud with red eye's and a dark stare toward the Earth! The shadow's were left bereft of punishment! They seemed evil enough! And War, chased throughout the night and day by Punishment and golden gun's, was given Rance Spurgeon to chase him! "Find that magical cross, boy! And get him but good!" They watched him off and on, pleased with their lot in life!
The end.
Chapter 10 isn't here yet! Check out the rest online! Fight the demon's of Rance Spurgeon and Harold Goldglitter online at helmsearth.splitter.discord! Or try .com if discord isn't a webdomain yet! Last I checked, they only chatted there or did horrible thing's to children! Try in discord to say "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" and see if it work's?
The Children of the Damned went on! The life's lived to be specled nothingess! Max Reinfeld was brought back as a ghost to scare children! Allan Pinkerton had to admit, that's a scary double! "Doublet's and doubloon's, I'm a pirate now!" He clicked his heel's when he saw him! Making out with a kind of daredevil spirit, he looked the old boy over! "A real kind of alien!" He shot each other! Both were turned into Vampires of the Night and the Pinkerton Detective Agency was no more! It was 1940 and real loose in the caboose! "Gay double's boy and man!" The German army stormed into Pinkerton Acadamy like nightwolves! "Nachtwolfe, ja?" Hitler had said before his death! Never, ja? was the reply! Zack Parsons had did it! Murdered a man and befouled us all! The pages, tinged in blood, turned on their own throughout history! The news said, "New demons on the horizon!" all the time! It was said these WERE the hightimes! But to some, like War, who used to be Harry Townsend, leader of the Pinkerton Gang in search of trouble!, they were used as mean ogres! "Rance, please! Stop stalking me, I'm tired! I didn't know I could get tired!" "I'm immortal now, Harry! Aren't you happy? But, I'll kill you before long and be made War myself! Without a rival for a revenge, I won't get tired unlike you! I'll be the devil's own lapping dog! I will support Him in his rise and overthrow of Heaven!" Rance was struck dead and Harry, tired, laid on the ground to die himself! Death was there with a gun to set him right if he was gonna get up again or not!, but he was struck down and swept away, too! All was! God had stepped in and closed the book!
That was a tale, here is another one!
The Dead Get Deader
A mean sight poorer than the rest of them, Daisy Duke's longed for a taste of the rich-side! She walked around in high heel's and danced to music she liked! She wasn't older than you, nor was she prettier than me! That kinda long-licked prettygirl you had around often! A she-dancer at a club Latka's in Boise or Idaho or Vermont sometime's, she smelled of French perfume and long lace undergarment's! You knew she cost a bundle and would never marry her, would you? Go try it! Her eye's lit up blue like sapphire gauntlet's when you tried! She was a steely-faced newcomer no more! She knew how to sing and dance, and make love! Not anger, like her boyfriend's they say! Daisy Duke's was the name she decided upon when she heard Rance Spurgeon was coming to town! "What a day!" she intoned and leapt into action to hide it! Red rouge hid her makeup well enough and her undergarment's were black as the straw she supplied them that night! "Light your cigar, sir?" she told the Pinkerton man with a grimace and a lovely gaze! She looked beautiful! Rance was spurgeoned on and groaned to be with it! He wasn't, no sirree bob! He lived to 1950 and that was it! He almost thought 1850 and decided against it! Yeah, in those day's we knew the time as well! It'd come, I see the future better than you! Past that, it's era after era of page-turning nothingness baked in nonsense and we love it! "I'll, uh, have a dance m'lady if you see to it that you never ask to "light my cigar" with a face like that!". He had never smoked in his life and she didn't know it 'till she said those word's! It was like "I love you" to a cadaver! He gave her a look like "What the hell is THAT!?" and he almost threw himself out in disgust and embarassment! She was still young, not lovely and Rance wasn't here for a whore! So his hobo-act had startled her? he had to think! It was clear she meant nothing by it! She was a girl, happy with the world, too young not to try it out if she liked someone! He looked cute, she didn't know, and they made out in her mind! But he was a Pinkerton man, he earned a paycheck, not love! He was not out for it! He could get it whenever he wanted, he never thought those word's but felt that way! Rance Spurgeon was hotkicked into action in no way ever! He and Harry were there to spy on old doctor Sam Wilkenson, not any relation to Colonel or Mr. Wilkinson the Disease horsebearer! They all shared a laugh in the Future! "Chain's on my old memories!" Sam said in hell to all three! He was Everyone and not one was tortured alone, so all were tortured six way's from Sunday! It was a massacre of Holiness down there! The Devil had got off scott-free! Lucifer, torn asunder then rebuilt, was made no different! "I'd played a game on ol' Holiness up there you say? I do a mean job?" It wasn't fun to hear, not in the least! So up high was the Conquerer of the Heavens that HE was HIS HOLINESS! And no one else was above it! This was the happenstance charlie foxtrot whiskey tango that goverened old XXX logic to the barrelfull drank each and every day and then some! "I thought you all cleverer than that!" the spiky old-witchcraft said as if breaking in a stoic new self of discord and squeaky-gear's! "I'm just someone's lost thoughts? Now out with it! Who are you?" he said through whip-lashings and stoic responses to hurt you! Not stoic, painful! And they hurt! All lost soul's wail in Heaven as well as Hell now as there is no Heaven for YOU! to hide in!