Chapter 12

Chapter 12
“Dead Men Don’t”

       Doc Thursday was giving everyone a booster of his and Doc’s round of medicinal shields. They had been aware for sometime about the harm undead things could bring to living beings.* (*See “Doc Faustus vs. Prof. Pathogen & the Phage Brothers”)
       It had become a ritual before just this kind of battle.
       Everyone was checking their armaments, whether it be blade or no-kill bullets.
       They had their assignments and each moved silently to bring an end to the unholy reign that the unliving had brought to Cedar City.

In the factory Feratu rampaged. He was throwing things against the walls and wailing like a banshee.
       “What the hell is going on here?” He hissed. “I had all this worked out. No one broke the perimeter; no one should have been able to do anything to stand in our way.”
       As Renny walked into the hall the cadaverous criminal ran to him and grabbed him by the shoulders.
       “Who did it?” He screamed, “Who ran the little dictator off?”
       “Boss, you got me,” Renny stammered. “Nobody should have gotten past the guards to even get in the town.”
       Renny was then flung across the room like a rag doll flying from the hands of a child in mid tantrum.
       “This cannot happen in the night! The night is my time. I own the night. I am its master.” The creature was moving around the room faster than the eye could follow.
       “If this is sabotage, all those involved will die in ways that will become legendary for their cruelty.”
       Renny stood, noticing an ache in his side that might signal a bruised rib.
       “We’ll find ‘em, Boss.” He proclaimed, “We’ll make ‘em pay!”
       Feratu stopped, dead, so to speak, in his tracks.
       “Where,” He asked, “Is Magoo?”
       “Haven’t seen him for awhile”
       “Bring him to me,” Was the demand.
       “I’ll do it,” Answered the Henchman.
       “No, wait,” Feratu said.
       “Huh?”
       “Just bring me his head.”
       “Aye aye Boss” Said Renny, just as he broke into a run.
       After turning a corner Renny ran into the little man, who had heard everything.
       The little gangster had collapsed into a quaking pile of trenchcoat.
       “I di’n’t do nothing” He said, looking up at his fellow hoodlum.
       “Time for you to come over to the other side,” Renny said, helping the little mobster to his feet.
       Suddenly the wailing of Boss Feratu ceased. The screaming of the hanging bodies ceased.
       There was no other sound to be heard.
       Except a tiny, almost musical trill that seemed to come from everywhere.
©2005 C. Wayne Owens