From Joe to David
29
AUG/20
At the den of the Heretics of Amen Re the cultists dragged the bodies of the Yavapai to the “processing room.” A bone hook reinforced with tendon and sinew punctured the ankles of the dead bodies which were then hoisted into the air over the collection pool. A quick slice to the neck and blood flowed easily from the bodies down to the floor, swirling in the bowl before it drained through the pipe below.
“Look at it flow!” One of alcolytes gasped. “It’s so…runny!”
“Oh yeah!” the other almost shouted. “They’ve been drinking well. Which means we will be drinking well!” They both smiled thinking of the rain maker they had captured.
“Remember the last guy we drained, a few weeks back? His blood was a little thick, but this stuff here makes that guy’s blood look like lizard hide!” They both laughed heartily. The victory this morning over the desert scum who had tried to raid their home had everyone in a good mood.
The two junior cultists continued their work, draining one body after the next. As one body was drained it was moved by a rope and pulley system to the next station, the skinning station.
“I never have gotten used to this part,” Said the first one, his smile slipping a little.
“What? This is the best part! I love the sound it makes coming off the back as you peal it.” The second said enthusiastically.
As the boys worked on what had been Mama Paulu the body of Joe Dai hung upside down and if his eyes could see he would have witnessed the skinning of his mom. But Joe could not see. He could not hear or taste or smell either, because Joe was dead obviously. And yet, his back itched.
Behind him, also hung upside down, was Fast Staff, who would soon not see done to Joe what Joe was not seeing being done to his mom. But FastStaff wasn’t seeing nothing. Even in his current state there was something in Walder 1014 aka Fast Staff. This something was causing his eyes to dilate and stare at Joe’s back. And if Fast Staff was alive he would have understood Joe’s complaint about an itchy back. Just as the skin was peeled from Mama Paulu back, the tattoos on Joe’s back were peeling themselves off and forming a black wispy vapor.
The two alcolytes never noticed the vapor as it moved in the shape of a small dragon from Joe’s back to Fast Staff’s ears.
“Can’t forget these” the vapor thought as it grabbed the items tucked neatly inside, so cleverly designed you would never even known they were being worn.
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The next morning in the city of Raam David awoke. He felt different today. He felt as if he was coming out of a fog. A new sense of purpose and mission filled him.
But wowsers! His back itched. He needed to find a mirror or have someone take a look.