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Posted: Jun 2 2008, 07:30 AM
Member No.: 24
Joined: 27-November 07
The long stretch of open highway looms before the lone rider like an old lover. He loves her, and yet he hates her at the same time. The road brought peace of a sort. Sometimes, just every once in awhile he could actually forget Roxie for a second or two. He could maybe just begin to admire the towns he sped through, the sights that ran past the thundering Harley between his long firm legs as he rode on trying to leave things behind a man could never really leave behind. His past, his mistakes, his soul. Then he'd see her eyes in the sapphire sky overhead and he'd be right back to the pain and the running.
Six months of this riding had passed since he had watched them close the lid on her soft ivory casket. Six months since he had tossed the lone white rose on top of her and his unborn child. Six months since he had gone back to the site of her wreck along that winding stretch of Route 287 and had fallen to his knees amid the small shards of glass and the shards of his life. Six months since SHE had come to him as he had wept beside the thick gnarled oak that would always hold the scars of Roxie's pick up in its battered bark. Six months since he had been called to pay the devil her dues. Six months of hell on Earth since SHE had reminded him of their deal. She had cured Roxie's breast cancer with the single drop of his blood on the crisp sheaf of the Pactum. They had had eight months to revel in Roxie's new found health and to rejoice when she conceived the baby they had wanted for so long. John throttles the beast down a bit as he weaves into a tight left in the empty roadway.
Then on her way home from his custom bike shop, one damn stupid deer and her fawn had run in front of Rox. And his world and his life had ended. Now he roamed and ran. This Harley under him his pride and joy, his greatest work in chrome and steel, it carried him away from the normal lives of the people. The life he once had, before he had agreed to bartering his soul for Roxie's life. The she bitch had duped him well and good she had! She had stood before him that night after he had laid his wife and son into the cold damn ground beside that damn deadly tree and she had smiled at him, fangs slipping past her lush ruby lips as she held out the Pactum for his swollen eyes to re-read. She had stalked about him there on his knees and had snickered at his ease of manipulation, her flaming crimson skin barely covered in the black diaphanous wrap she wore. He had barely been able to speak so deep in his grief as he was when her smoldering hand had skittered across his back and she had explained to him about his role as her Rider as she had knelt beside him. Then with a purr of sexual delight she had run her forked tongue over his neck and had evoked the Spirit into him. And damn did it hurt! The agony of the demon bonding was indescribable to say the least. The pain of losing his soul and his wife and son even more so. So he rode.
As a small copse of mesquite trees speed by at ninety m.p.h. the voice thats been thankfully quiet the past two days suddenly flares forth in his head.
“Yo Johnny!Your gonna want to use the brakes soon”
No sooner does the Spirit of Vengeance speak then John sees a thickening of clouds sweep in to cover the myriad of stars overhead. About 500 feet ahead in the road is an explosion of lightning. John grips the brake bar tightly with his right hand while he stomps down with his shabby black biker boot on the pedal for the brake for the rear wheel. He fights to keep the ebony and silver monster upright as thick rancid clouds of rubber boil forth from the tires.
“Oh shit. It's the boss lady”
When Blaze finally gets the chopper to stop she smiles down at him. Mephistopheles, Mephisto, Beelzebub, the Anti Christ goes by many names and many guises. John Blaze has never seen any form but this one.
“Hello Johnny”she says to him sinfully. Blaze merely sits his ride taking her in. Her hair is dark as the night sky, thick and raven black. Her skin is crimson and her body is lush under the see through wrap thats weaved about her. Large red breasts sway as she moves slowly about in the middle of the road, her hips rounded, her ass tight and high with a long swaying prehensile tail which gently weaves to and fro.. John eyes the dark triangle of her mound as she moves by on long lean legs. She drags one black nailed fingertip over his bicep and shoulder, and his skin sears where she touches him.”Its been awhile John”.
“Not long enough” Blaze grunts, reaching up to sweep some long ragged strands of his dirty blond hair from his pale blue eyes. Then suddenly shes sitting on his handlebars. She smiles wickedly at him, her black eyes slitted with the serpents pupils falling to him eagerly. She spreads her legs and the wrap falls aside to reveal herself to him as Satan wraps her hands about this handlebars like they were a man.
“Damn. Oh John would ya PLEASE bang her?”
“Tell me you don't desire what you see Johnny. I could still renegotiate your contract” Satan purrs running her forked tongue over her full red lips.
“I'll pass thanks. I'd rather sleep with this jackass in my head for life than roll into your bed.”
She smirks at him then, and appears behind him on the chopper. Blaze hisses as her nimble hands slip around him and she drops her right to fondle him through his jeans. Her hand is hot as hellfire upon him as she licks his throat and presses those massive scarlet breasts deep into back of his black leather jacket.
“Come to my boudoir Johnny and be free of Zarathos. Come willingly and spend eternity deep inside me”,Satan whispers rubbing him erotically. John grunts at the heat on him and reaches down to whip her hand away.”I could do things to you no man has ever experienced Blaze”
“Come on!! That was one hellacious hand job!!”
“What do you want?”he snaps slipping from the chopper to stand staring at his boss. He digs into the inner pocket of his well worn jacket and pulls out a pack of Winston's , then with a snap of his fingers he lights the smoke with the small flame of hellfire leaping from his thumb. She blows him a smoking kiss as she slides down to cover the seat with her undulating body.
“Pity. Maybe next time you'll be hornier. I see you've been playing with your powers. What a special little parlor trick John. Your skills are needed now Rider, time to stop pining over the dead little wifey and get to work.”
He exhales a large lungful of smoke and says nothing, only stares at her as her thigh length ebony tresses caress the long pipes that run the length of his bike of their own volition.
“<Sigh>You are absolutely no fun Johnny! A rift has torn loose in Purgatory.”
“And this concerns me how?” Blaze queries of her.
“You just don't study at all do you? See handsome, these poor lost souls are looking to escape the everlasting nothingness of Purgatory, and they have. But, and heres the real kicker, they can be captured Johnny. I want them brought to me.”
“Again, I ask why should I care?” he inquires, flicking the used butt off to the side of the road.
“If you bring me these souls I may be persuaded to free you” the Hellion coos, coddling her huge breasts in her smoldering hands.
“Your a lying bitch” he states coldly, his thick arms folded over his wide chest.
”Are you willing to let the chance pass you by??” she queries with a small smile at him.”Call this your first big job Rider. These spirits, souls, whatever you peons call them are in Limbo because they either died in the act of committing a sin, or having an atrocity committed upon them. They will be seeking retribution and they will be pissed. They have no great powers per se, nothing as impressive as your cigarette lighter stunt. But they will inhabit the weak, the innocent, the dead. Their control over these minds could be quite strong. Defeat them as you encounter them, use the Spirit bonded to you as your little S.P.S. If you will.”
“How many?” John grunts now keeping his cool blue eyes upon the prehensile tail she strokes her steaming vermilion flesh with still laid out across his long sloped seat.
“All of them Rider” the Devil replies then grins her nicely fanged grin up at him.”Send those tragic pathetic souls down to me John and we'll talk. I'd hate to have the scales tip too far on the side of the carpenter.”
With a resounding flash of lightening and the lingering aroma of brimstone and roses the Devil disappears. As Johnny stands still in the long highway he sees the ominous dark clouds lift and spin into nothingness. Blaze sighs the sigh of the damned and swings one long leg over the Harley, noticing how hot the leather seat remains.
“Why do I have the damn stinking suspicion I'm about to get royally screwed?”
“Well it'll be the first time in like what, freakin` forever Johnny boy?”
Posted: Jun 6 2008, 09:24 AM
Member No.: 24
Joined: 27-November 07
2 Days Later
Fayette County, Texas
John Blaze you really do have the luck he contemplates as he pushes the sprawling chopper past a road sign full of shot gun pellet holes.
50 Miles to La Grange
“Rumor spreadin` around in that Texas town, `bout that shack outside La Grange. And you know what I'm talkin` about!”
No damn doubt about it, if it weren't for bad luck as they used to sing on Hee Haw John thinks, pausing to run his forearm over his brow. He scans the bleak horizon with a squint, nothing but sagebrush and fucking tumbleweeds. He'd sell his damn granny's soul for a cold beer and a soft bed. Beer coming first though. Pushing this behemoth the past 5 miles in the 90+ degree heat made a man realize somethings were more important than others.
“Just let me know if ya wanna go to that home out on the range, they gotta lotta nice girls....”
“Shut the hell up”John mutters to the Spirit, knowing full well Zarathos will only pounce on the sure sign hes working on Blazes nerves. The shitheaded asshole.
“I heard that John. I'd be offended if that slam hadn't come from such a damn pussy. Speaking of such....”
“It closed before I even knew what a whore house was. So no, theres no Chicken Ranch. Drop it will ya?”John huffs to the voice in his head, leaning into the handlebars once more. The sun was coming off the never ending stretch of asphalt in simmering waves. Mother humping fuel line had to go and tear apart! And by the looks of it, the nearest town was still another 50 miles. Sweat runs down his back in sheets, and his mouth is dryer than a turd rolled in the sand. One cold Bud, was that asking too much John ponders lost in the sight of a roadrunner streaking across the sandy blown stretch ahead of him. Yeah, beep fuckin` beep.
“Don't get all uppity with me Johnny! Ain't my fault you got the sex drive of a nun and can't keep your own ride running! Breakin` down in fuckin` Texas!! You know what they say John-Oh! Only things come outta Texas are steers and queers, and you don't look much like a steer to me Blaze so that kinda narrows it down! Which would explain your complete lack of poontang hunting the past six months”
Blaze trudges on, attempting to ignore the constant litany of derogatory bullshit from the demon inside him. It didn't always work. Most times the bastard drove him insane, but John knew why he didn't take what had been offered in the various bars and strip joints he stopped in. Not that he didn't get turned on just looking at it, but he didn't feel the drive strong enough yet. Maybe losing Roxie had killed that part of him too. Sure as hell had ripped his heart into little pieces.
“Heads up Mr. Sensitive. Methinks me hears a car comin`. Hope its some hot chick with a wish for a lame assed bike rider! Don't you Johnny????”
Blaze turns back to see the Ford pick-up coming barreling down the highway behind him,a cloud of dust coming from the truck as it slows down to stop beside him on the berm.
“Sweet Humping Horntoads John!! Its a broad!!! You do remember what to do with one of them don't ya ??”
The woman looks out the open passenger side window at the man in a filthy sweat drenched Zeppelin tee and pushes her Stetson back a bit on her red head.
“Your bike break down?”she asks, her accent not as thick as John would have imagined.
“No sister, we're doing this for the cardiovascular hard on it gives us! Heres your sign ya stupid bitch!”
“Fuel line”John nods as he boots out the kickstand and settles the Harley onto it.”Can you give me a lift to La Grange?”
She studies him for a moment with rich brown eyes then nods.”I can take you as far as my place today. But tomorrow I can run you to the Grange.”
Blaze sighs, but gives her a short thanks.”That'll work. I need to bring my bike. Any chance of you having ramps or something?”
“Back home there may be some in the shed. Leave the bike and we'll come back for it”she yells over the radio blaring Hank Williams Jr. at the moment. So Blaze wrestles the beast to the side of the road and slips the keys into his denim pocket as he pulls his leather jacket from the sissy bar. Yanking on the deeply dented blue door once or twice he finally gets it open and climbs in.
“Just so you know, you try anything and I'll use that 20 gauge in that rack slim!”the red head tells him firmly. John glances over at her then, and has to swallow down the jolt of pure lust that slams into his gut. She was one well put together woman he admits. No wonder she carried a shotgun with a rack as fine as that.
“Have mercy! A-haw,haw,haw,haw!”
“Got it. Names John”he grunts roughly attempting to pull his gaze from her breasts that are most assuredly not contained in a bra. Damn.
“Got a last name John?”she inquires putting the Ford into drive and pulling back onto the highway.
“Blaze. Mind if I smoke?”
“No, go ahead. Can I bum one?”
“Sure”he taps one out for her to take, then one for himself. After they get their smokes lit she glances over at him.
“My names Dolores Wenner. But call me Dolly, I hate Dolores! That was my great aunts name and Mom just had a brain fart or something when she had to name me!”she smiles some, nice white teeth. Mmmm, she was a healthy woman John thinks taking in the way her worn white jeans hugged her taut thighs.
“Eur-freaking-eka!! Yes ladies and gentlemen, there is life down in the old Blaze pecker!! Dolly's giving me wood too Blaze! Ha-ha-ha!! Get it John, Dolly...Wood!!???”
Oh he got it shithead he thinks taking a long drag of the Winston. Thank God he had the black leather wadded on his lap John ruminates, or he'd be full of buckshot when she saw that.
“I've never seen a bike like that one before. Looks like something on American Chopper”she comments to him.
“My stuffs better. Was.”he states relaxing some back into the torn bench seat as the hot air blows over his drenched face.
“You built that bike? Huh. No shit?”she steals a quick look at the man admiring the fit of the wet cotton over his biceps and chest.”You on some kind of poker run or something? I didn't see any other choppers around.”
“No, no poker run”he responds succinctly.
“Maybe you can poke her John?? Whattaya say Blaze?? Move that cowhide and let the woman see what ya got with her name on it!!”
“Just touring this scenic part of Texas then huh? Nothing more exciting than armadillos and sagebrush!”she grins now and John snorts. They pull a left at a well beaten mailbox that sits by the road, Toby and Dolly Wenner painted on its silver side.
Toby? Ah well shit, now that figures John sighs in a drag of smoke and exhales it.
“Maybe your husband can give me a hand loading my bike?”John tosses out lamely.
“That'll be hard as hes gone”Dolly replies as they pull up in front of the ranch house, chickens scattering to avoid the trucks wheels.
“Oh. Sorry. He run off on you?”John asks nonchalantly as he pulls on the lever to open the damn door.
“Pull harder on it”she says, then snickers at the innuendo.”Run off? Toby? Hell that would of required too damn much effort. Hold up!”,Dolly tells him and she leans over to grab the door handle. John would move his arm away from the press of her nice large hooters, but they just felt too damn good. She wrenches it up and then shoves on the door until it creaks open. Then she turns her head to look at him,okay Dolly this is nice he thinks. Just lean up an inch or two John and kiss those nice full pink lips....”There you go John”she falls back to her side of the truck.
“Thanks. So your husband?”John grunts slipping out of the cab and wishing he could just take a second to rearrange a thing or two.
“Oh, yeah. He fell down the steps at his girlfriends house and broke his drunken neck”she tells Blaze with no small amount of residual ire.”Left me this wonderful place to run. The asswipe!”she growls and heads off to a small shed at the side of the yellow house.
“Oh hot damn alive John!! Shes a widow!! Oh Blaze if you don't act on this one I will hellfire up and do her myself!!”
As John follows behind the redhead he thinks, as much as he hates to admit it, but as hes watching her damn fine ass in those tight jeans that the Spirit sure as hell wasn`t getting to that first.
“Boo-Yah!!! Now thats the kind of thinking I wanna hear!! Maybe theres hope for you yet Blaze!!”
Posted: Jun 17 2008, 10:44 AM
Member No.: 24
Joined: 27-November 07
Ultimate Ghost Rider #2
Later that evening
John takes the soaking wet Harley handkerchief from his back pocket and pulls it across his dripping face yet again. The hay barn that he had wrangled his ride into was like some damn tomb. Not a single breath of air moved in the shit full place. A tomb was more than likely more comfortable he grumbles to himself as he tosses the broken fuel line to the well packed dirt under his faded jeans. As he falls back to his bottom and drapes his arms over his knees, he stares at the bike and wonders where Dolly was at. She had helped him push his 'heavier than a dead mule' chopper into the back of her pick up, and they had downed a few cool beers as they caught their breaths alongside the highway. John had tossed the ramps in the back with the bike, and they had come back to her run down ranch. Now, as he swats a fly thats burrowed into his bare shoulder blade, he squints out the open door trying to see if he can spot her. She had smoked another of his Winston's while finishing another cold Coors, and informed him she was riding out to check the herd. Apparently she still managed to raise beef cattle here, by herself. That was some damn tough broad John thinks in admiration as he watches the sun settling behind the roof of her house. Shingles were missing up by the chimney he could see, maybe should climb up there and...
“Maybe you should think about climbing on the well-titted widow Dolly and not the freakin` roof Blaze you pud yanking loser!”
“Shut up! Like you got all this experience with women?” Blaze snarls at Zarathos, slamming his palm down on another biting damn fly on his left bicep.
“<Snort!>Oh Johnny, I was slapping booty back when the Red Sea was parted. Which is what you should be pondering. Not the Red Sea mind, but the lovely widow Dolly's...”
Blaze stands as he hears the choppy sound of the womans Polaris ATV coming around the house.”If you were half as funny as you think you were we'd take this damnable act to Hollywood asshole.” John mumbles as he walks to the sliding door of the hay barn, grabbing up an old used t-shirt rag and wiping his grease thick hands on it. He watches her throttle the 4 wheeler down, then slam it into park with some attitude. Then she slides off and walks through the now open cattle gate to the hydrant that stands over a black plastic watering trough. He leans his right shoulder into the splintered barn beam as she whips her Stetson to the parched ground and raises the handle on the hydrant. John stands rather spellbound as Dolly takes a deep breath and bends to stick her blazing red head under the cold stream gushing from the faucet. She soaks her head well, then stands up, reaching to push the handle down and stem the flow of water. Then she turns her head and her rich brown eyes catch him in the doorway.
Dolly whips her gaze from him shirtless in her hay barn, her breath comes a bit quicker and for some reason..well she knows the reason, she steps slowly into the rushing blast. John actually groans aloud as the streaming spring water douses her shirt and jeans. Damn it all to hell Blaze thinks as his eyes fall to her breasts in the soaking wet soft yellow shirt, her dark nipples turgid now and clearly visible through the sodden cloth. Oh damn it ALL to Hell John moans inwardly not able to look away from the clingy cotton on her large firm breasts. Then she slams the handle down, runs her hands over herself to push the excess water out of her clothes and walks to the back door, her ass swinging in that way women pop it when they know a mans watching.
“Schwing!!! Party on Blaze!!”
“Party on Garth” John mumbles staring at the torn screen door as it squeaks shut. He debates on whether to run as fast as his long legs will take him to her house or to stand here and remember the woman he loved.
“Oh come on Blaze!! You have got to be shittin` me!!She did that for your benefit you dumb ass! Get your scrawny butt in there and give Dolly what the hell she's begging for!!”
“She didn't know I was watching” Blaze huffs out in some discomfort.
“She didn't know you...you cannot be that full blown stupid Blaze! Can you??”
“Shut the fuck up!” John growls, turning back to his chopper with a long slow breath out.”We're not doing this to get laid.”
“Like Hell Johnny!!”
“Hey” Blaze hears from behind him, and he whips about to see her standing there, two sweating bottles of ice cold Coors in her hand. Her hairs loose and wet, hanging to her shoulders and curling some about her face as it dries. John sees shes changed into dry jeans and a sleeveless white top that fits like a second skin.
“Hey” he replies tightly as her cocoa rich eyes fall over him once, then she hands him a bottle.
“Got a deal for you Johnny Blaze”Dolly smiles, placing the bottle to her pink lips to take a sip. John looks at her from under his ratty bangs and proceeds to drain half the bottle in one swig.
“What would that be?” he inquires, pulling the back of his grimy hand across his lips.
“Wanna ride out and see if we can bring my cattle in? You can ride a 4 wheeler right?”she asks teasingly. He smiles lopsidedly at her taunt.
“I can handle one, yeah”he tells her, finishing the beer and reaching down to pick his Zeppelin shirt from the chaff on the barn floor. “But a deal usually entails both parties giving something” Blaze tosses out, snapping the old shirt before he pulls it over his head. He turns to pin her with a stare,”What are you putting up?”
She smiles at him as she runs her tongue around the end of her bottle, then tosses the empty at him.”How old are you Johnny?”
“I'm 33. What would you want in trade from an old broad like me?”she asks him with a fire in her soft brown eyes. John grins sheepishly at her with his head tilted some.
“Oh I hear some things get better with age”he mutters and she smiles a knowing smile at him.
“Lets go find my beefers John Blaze, then we'll work on the payback”Dolly states as she heads out of the hay barn.
“Bom chicka wah wah, chicka wah wah!”
Finally the two ride over a butte and spy the wandering herd of 50 or so beef cattle. Blaze pulls up beside Dolly, and drops the hot ATV down into neutral.
“So we do what now? Tie a carrot to a stick?” Blaze asks over the noise of the 4 wheelers engines. The woman chuckles and shakes her head.
“Nope, we pretend were border collies. We get behind them and keep them moving back to the ranch. See all the calves?”she waves to the grazing cattle, and John nods.”The bull calves need to be castrated”she states, and smirks at the wince that John pulls.
“Poor little bastards”he grumbles softly.”Can I ask you something? Shouldn't we be on horses? You know, to keep things real?”
“Well if your looking for Zane Gray, sure. But when we bought these they were cheaper than horses”, she scowls some,”But now with gas at 4 bucks a gallon, I'm not sure that horses wouldn't be cheaper! Lets get behind them and get moving. I'd like to grab something and get a bath.”
“Tell her you got something for her to grab Johnny Boy!! Go ahead! I double dog dare ya!!”
Blaze ignores the licentious comment and slips the automatic engine into drive, spitting out dust and pebbles as they ride down to the herd. As they begin to move the softly lolling herd along John wonders what kept the woman here. Sure as hell wasn't the scenery, or the plush accommodations. Must be some inner drive to prove she could do it. He always had admired a woman with back bone. Her front bone wasn't too damn bad, well hell! Now he was starting to sound like ass munch!
“You wish you had my knack for witty repartee and innuendo. Whoa John, my spirit sense is tingling!! Lets get our thoughts off the knockers and onto the shit going down!”
John lifts his thumb off the gas and slows down, keeping a cautious eye on the herd. Nothing too much out of the ordinary, Dolly was falling back some to get behind a white and brown cow and her calf, but aside from that...
“Are you sure you feel something? `Cause I'm not seeing one damn thing here Z.”
“Don't question my skills Blaze! I can feel them....they're here, somewhere. Damn waves of them and man are they looking for some ass to kick! Guess they shoulda been better little cub scouts huh?”
John casts his blue gaze around quickly, still seeing nothing when one of the cattle in the front of the herd lets out a bray that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. John sits the putting ATV and watches in something like a stupor as in a moment the entire gathering of 2000 pound beefers seem to loose their freaking minds. They spin about, eyes wide with fear, heads flailing from side to side. One of the ones that was in the rear, which is now the front bellows and takes off, the rest streak off as well. Oh sure, why the fuck not?! Lets have us a damn stampede, well you were looking for Zane....SHIT! John gives the ATV all the gas he can as he now spies Dolly, brown eyes wide as the panicked cattle race at her.
She drops the 4 wheeler into high 4 as the first steer comes abreast of her, the herd packed close so the animal has no choice but to go over the obstacle. The woman rolls off as 2500 pounds of steak and hooves crashes over the handlebars. John sees theres no way to get into the maddened herd without getting his ass rolled, and in an instant a large ball of hellfire slams into the ground on the left side of Dolly's ATV. The cattle react wildly, skidding into the 4 wheeler as she hides on the ground to its right, her arms over her head. The mass of beasts rip to the front of the Polaris when another explosion of fire erupts in front of them, this one sending the terrified group even further to the fore of her machine.
John now whips the ATV into the gap the fiery balls have given him, and slings up beside her, covering her back with dirt and gravel as he reaches down and grabs an arm. None too gently he yanks her behind him, as a red steer comes over the rear of her Polaris, its eyes glassed, foam whipping from its mouth. Dolly yells as the bovine trips over the bars on the rear of her ride, and comes crashing towards them.
“Give it some juice Bruce!”
And so he does, praying for a touch of traction in the loose dusty soil, he opens it up and feels Dolly's arms slam around him in a death grip as the steer catches the very rear of the 4 wheeler as he falls to his side. The tires chaw and kick up a massive dust ball as the impact of the beast almost flips the machine backwards. Then Blaze cranks the front wheels, and with a rush that almost snaps their necks the ATV grabs and springs forward and to the right. The red steer screams as he thuds into the dry Texas ground, and John almost collides into another white faced red cow as it races past. Dolly's yelling behind him to get the hell out of here, and he wonders if she thought she really needed to tell him that. He whips the front tires left, wheeling around the white faced bastard, and seeing a break in the herd rips through the gap, and rides until they clear the throng as they clear a small knoll.
“What the fuck got into them!?”Blaze hears her panting behind him, her arms so tight he can barely pull a breath.
“Yeah, what got into them?” John inquires inwardly as he shakes his blond head for her reply.
“Yee and fuckin` Haw!! That there was some radin` Tex!!! It wasn't the losers your after Johnny, they were here, I felt them, but not in the moo cows. Animals are too damn dumb, especially cows. Nothing dumber than a cow, `cept maybe you Johnny Bravo!”
“I don't know. Maybe they saw a snake?” John huffs, letting the ATV putter under them as he attempts to think up something to say besides 'It more than likely was the appearance of souls that escaped from the endless agony of Purgatory Dolly', so a snake sounded feasible. He turns in her arms at the waist to look back at her with a worried glance as she finally releases him.
“Are you okay?” John inquires and she nods, her worn hat lying back beside the now over turned ATV.
“A snake?” she asks incredulously and he tosses her a quirky smirk until she smirks back. Then in a flash her mouth is on his as she brings her arms up around his damp neck. Blaze falters for only a second, only until she runs her tongue over his dry lips, only until she mewls at him to let her in. He does.
Hungrily kissing her, his hands fall to her waist and he attempts to wrest her from behind him to his lap. She groans as his tongue skims her top teeth, then shakily pulls back.
“Not here” she pants as John grips her waist tightly,”Lets get back home” Dolly says as she takes his bottom lip in between her teeth.
“What about the cows?” Blaze huffs falling to her mouth yet again. Ahhhh man, she was sweet, and so damn tasty. Its been too long John he thinks as the kiss deepens.
“They'll be here tomorrow John” she whispers as she pulls his hands from her waist.. He nods somewhat shaken, then turns to drop the ATV into drive as she slinks her arms around his waist, her hands coming up to rub across his chest, her breasts firmly in his back.
“He's back in the saddle again,
Out where a friend is a friend,
Where we sleep out every night,
Where the only law is right,
He's back in the saddle again!”
Posted: Jun 30 2008, 03:53 AM
Member No.: 24
Joined: 27-November 07
Ultimate Ghost Rider #3
John and Dolly crash through the screen door, her hands gripping his ragged dirty blond hair tightly, his hands on her bottom as his mouth lays claim to hers. She stumbles into the refrigerator, and the sound of bottles tipping over inside is ignored by the two as Blaze is working to get her top off, and shes struggling with his belt buckle. With his mouth still over hers, they somehow manage to make their way into the living room. Dolly's nimble fingers finally getting the onyx oval buckle undone as his belt clatters to the floor. John comes up for air and yanks her top off as she wraps her legs around his waist. With a quick glance he spies the couch behind them and with only a small slam of his knee into the end table they crash to the sofa, also ignoring the small gold lamp that falls to the hardwood floor.
“Dolly”Blaze pants as she pulls the Zeppelin shirt off and it flies to the floor, along with her jeans.
“John” she purrs as his large rough hands find her breasts, his mouth falling to taste of her neck, her shoulder, her bicep. Whatever, wherever, she was woman and she was hot and she was begging him not to stop. Now if only a certain asshole would keep his damn stupid, Oh hell and damnation he hisses as she slips a hand into his jeans. There was no going back now Johnny grunts, working his mouth back to cover hers. No way in heaven or hell was there a chance of this not ending up well he growls as his teeth nip the swell of a breast and shes now tossing his dirty jeans to the floor.
“Oh God John!!” she yelps at the touch of his mouth to her breast and the skim of his fingers as they skitter across the inside of her thigh.
“Oh I'm betting God ain't watching this show. But I sure as Hell am! Someone bring me some Jiffy Pop!”
John steps out onto the creaking front porch, nothing on but his jeans. The air is still stifling even well past midnight as he carries a fresh beer in one hand, a pack of Winston's in the other. He had slipped out of Dolly bedroom not long ago, needing to hit the john, get some fluid back into him, and have a damn smoke. Also he needed some air, no matter how freakin` dusty and hot it was. He needed to clear the lust and the smell of sex from his mind and think. And there was no possibility of that smell getting away from him if he rolled her firm tight ass again. Twice should suffice a man for a night he smirks lighting the cigarette old school Rider way. He pulls in a rich lungful and drops his ass to the top step of the cluttered porch, a long pull on the cold beer and all is pretty damn good at the moment for John Blaze.
“Hey Studly, you up to a little talk now?”
Spoke too soon John Blaze thinks with a sigh. But he really did need to talk to the dickhead, as this here was Zarathos` bread and butter.
“Thats about all I'm up to now. And yeah, shes a natural redhead.”
“Sweet. See we're getting all simpatico Johnny boy! You knew I'd ask. I'm touched.”
Another deep pull on the Winston.”So whats cookin` Z?” John mutters softly as a bat wings past in search of mosquitoes.
“Whats up is some major ass dark shit John B., and I mean major. I did some projecting while you were riding that strawberry mare home”
“Thats why you were so quiet. Didn't figure it was any kindness on your part.”
“Yeah well, gotta earn my keep slim. And I figured you'd be able to fit Tab A into Slot B all by your lonesome, you did hit the right slot didn't you?”
“Freakin` pervert. So what are we looking at? Your saying major dark shit. Pretend I'm new to this whole hell spawn and dark dimension shit.”
“Frikkin` newbies. See I can sense the presence of evil, and then thats when I do that voodoo that I do so damn well. Tonight, man tonight was some residual spirits. Fucking thing is I can't locate them now. They were there, cattle felt them, freaked them the hell out too. But now? POOF! Like they just up and vanished. And spirits, souls, ghosties, they don't just POOF Johnny. The bastards are somewhere....just don't feel where.”
“Could they have crossed over? You know, like an angel came and...”
“Bwa-Ha-Ha!! Oh thats too damn rich! Newbies, gotta love their dogged determination to cling to that whole Heaven schpeel. No butt crack, an angel didn't come and stick some lame Velcro wings on these bastards. It don't work like that John. They've transmorphed or something, but spirits in that stage of flux shouldn't have that kind of power. I'm stumped. I say you ask your new hump and whirl a few things.”
One last drag and John flicks the butt out into the parched Texas soil, then drains the bottle.
“Like what? Hey Dolly, you seen any transmorphed spirits lurking about? Like maybe your scarecrow came to life? What kind of bull shit would that sound like?”
“Don't never trust no scarecrow buddy, word of advice. Ask the bitch if this place is on burial grounds, any mass deaths nearby...I don't fucking know! Just do something useful aside from getting your nuts off and letting me carry the load”
“Yeah, out here”he calls over his bare shoulder as the front screen door rails on its hinges and she walks out, her red hair ruffled and her eyes still sleepy. She drops down beside him, and takes the empty bottle.
“Drank it all huh?”she asks on a yawn and John nods, admiring the way the tank top and thong fit. Damn.
“Got a smoke?”
“Yeah.” And he taps one out of the box for her.
“Light?” she inquires and he paws in his pocket until he finds a crumpled book of matches from a bar in Oklahoma. He strikes the match and she leans over to light her smoke.
“Such a gentleman”she sighs, releasing the smoke as her head falls to his shoulder.”I just woke up, figured you'd realized what a mistake you made banging some senior citizen and rode off.”
“Bikes out of commission”he grunts and she snorts.
“Thats all that kept you here huh?”Dolly inquires as his hand falls to her bare thigh.
“Yep”he states and she laughs, a nice lilting laugh. He's missed laughter.
There are indeed things amiss here on the 300 plus acres of mesquite and beefers. Zarathos` mental projections, his casting out mentally in search of lost souls or evil that needs retribution suddenly failing him can now be explained, more or less. For the spirits from Purgatory have indeed begun to return to Earth, slowly some move, faster others. But they are coming, and the ones who seek violence and death and paybacks for wrongs speed towards us faster. Their hate and their burning need to strike at those who sent them before their time strong.
Here in the land of desert rattlers and the lone coyotes howl the beginning of the surge falls. For underneath the knoll that the Rider and his nubile companion had their first taste of other wordly occurances on is where the angered souls congregate. Slipping under the hooves of the beef cattle, they had returned to the bodies that lay long buried in the soil of the Wenner ranch. Their essesences moving easily through lome, sliding past rock, seeping around the charred remains of their death site they search earnestly for the marrow that was thiers. Time. It would take time for them all the rebond with what they once were, to leech into the blackened bones and be able to stand once more to bring down those who had sent them so far ahead of their time. Time. All they needed was a little more time................
This post has been edited by Feral Female on Jun 30 2008, 03:56 AM
Posted: Jul 7 2008, 04:17 AM
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Cowboys From Hell-Issue #4
John wakes to the sound of the ceiling fan over the bed whipping the hot air about the room, sun streaking in to light the bed. The blades churning wobbly circles as he rolls from his back to his side, his neck damp with perspiration already. Dolly lies stretched out beside him on her stomach, sheets kicked to the hardwood floor, her body bare for his perusal. Blaze reaches over to run his hand down her back, her skins sticky too from the miserable heat, but still velvety in the way a womans skin is. He hardens almost immediately and moves enough to place his mouth to the base of her spine. She barely stirs as he tastes the salty skin of her back, his hand coming up to knead the tight muscles in her fine, fine ass. At this she moans and attempts to roll away muttering that its too damned early. Blaze snickers and continues his seduction. Her grumblings soon turning to soft moans as his rough hand skims down between her legs. She purrs a soft suggestion to him as she arches like a cat, and he whispers his vast appreciation of said suggestion as he slides over top of her back, letting his mouth fall to her sweaty neck.
“Damn you Texans are hospitable”John grunts beside her ear and she laughs, then gasps.
That Afternoon 2:14 P.M.
The ride back from La Grange was a scorching one, the temperature well into the double digits. Between them on the seat of her truck lay his fuel line and already he could feel the air of anticipation coming from her. Anticipation of him leaving he knows, because she had come straight out and asked him over the plate of scrambled eggs she had set before him this morning. John had sipped the strong black coffee and looked over at her as she had sat down across from him at her cluttered little kitchen table, her rich brown eyes pinning him flat. He could have lied he figured, but that wouldn't have been fair to her, so he told her the truth. He wasn't what she was looking for, never could be, and that he'd end up bringing her trouble. She had nodded quietly and forked up some eggs. Nothing else had been said. What could be said he ponders as they trundled along with Alabama plucking away from the radio.
“Oh I don't know, how about..'Hey honey tits got any burial grounds of any kind under the cow shit'? Ya know, something that might help Big Z out some. I know its tough to think when your down on the muffin and all, but we do have a job here Blaze!!”
God I hate you John growls inwardly as he turns his head to look over at her. She had a nice profile, her nose was a bit long but all in all.....shit.
“So are you from this general area?”John asks pawing about in his jeans pocket for his pack of Winston's.
“No. I came down here from Michigan when I was 18. Had big plans on going to TSU, getting a degree in animal husbandry and moving back home to work for a vet”she explains as she takes the smoke then reaches over to push the dash lighter in.”But I met Toby in my first month at school”she pauses as the lighter snaps out, and she lights her cigarette. John says nothing just watches her as she talks. She takes a drag and continues on.”Ended up pregnant after we had slept together three times, brilliant huh?”she tosses him a quick look.
“Happens” Blaze responds taking the lighter to ignite a cancer stick of his own.
“Yeah. Well we decided to get married because we 'loved each other so damn much'. Ass that I was I had this whole J.R. Ewing vision in my head how me and Toby would have this big family and live the American dream. I was a real sucker I guess. 2 months later I miscarried and he started showing his true colors. The rest you know, and now I truly am a fucking Ewing ain't I?'she snickers sadly at her story.
“We all make mistakes Dolly”John tells her looking at the flat dry countryside going past.
“That why you run?”she inquires on an exhale of smoke.
“Yep”he replies. Silence falls for a moment then he dives in again.”So this place was your husbands. Anything of great interest to pass along on a really awkward road trip?”he asks.
“Is kinda awkward isn't it?”she smiles some over at him and he smiles some back with a nod.”Not much to tell really. Toby's grandfather left him the damn place cause he hated his son, Toby's dad. I can see why, the son sure was a dick head just like his father. The property's been in the Wenner family for over 200 years.”
“Ding, Ding , Ding! Now we're getting somewhere. Push her John”
“Must be some pretty cool western history to the place then huh?”Blaze prods.
“Guess. Toby told of a Pony Express route that would stop and water at the ranch. Other than that and the fire back in 1846 its been a crap hole.”
“Fire?”John queries nonchalantly.
“Yeah”she says as she pulls a left onto another stretch of shimmering blacktop.”Seems the Wenners have been assholes down through the ages. Back in `46 the youngest of three sons one Ezekiel Wenner had this penchant for starting fires. Apparently he was out dicking around behind the bunkhouse one night and caught the damn place on fire. According to Toby 18 men died in the inferno since little Zeke just ran off to hide in the house instead of alerting someone.”
“And we have a winner!! Give the lady a prize Blaze!!”
“Huh. Thats one hell of a story”John mutters watching her scarlet hair lifting off her face as they slow down beside the crooked silver mailbox that reads Toby and Dolly Wenner.”So have you seen any ghosts of the long lost cowboys creeping about?”he asks with a small chuckle as they wrench to a stop in front of her home. She looks over at him and laughs aloud.
“Not that I can recall John, but if you and your gang of meddling teen sleuths and one talking dog find one you let me know!”she quips opening her door and slipping out.
“Heh, yeah I fucking wish I had a talking dog for a sidekick”Blaze mutters as he struggles with the passenger side door.
“Pardon me for asking here John-O, but what the frack are you doing up here?”
Blaze ignores the growling voice in his head and continues hammering roofing nails into the loose shingles along Dolly's roof. His back is red from the blistering sun, and his blue eyes burn from the steady stream of sweat that runs down in them.
“Yeah, good. The silent treatment. Well it occurs to me that you should be doing one of two things Blaze. One being we should be out there hunting down these charbroiled cowhands. Two being that you should be getting that hunk of dung you call a bike back on the road. Don't get attached Blaze, I'm telling ya. Cause first sniff the boss lady gets of you thinking your not going to run and do as she says, this little slice of pecan pie you like to nibble will end up just like Roxie.”
“I'm not getting attached”John snarls quietly driving another nail into a black shingle,”I'm just doing this for her.”
“Uh-huh. And I got some prime property in the Apacatchaweiner swamp I want to show you. Blaze this ain't for you anymore man. Mephistopheles will rip your heart out and eat it right in front of you chum. Then she'll do the same to the one you love, trust me.”
John stops for a second dashing his arm across his forehead.”That what happened to you? How you got to be whatever the hell you are? Was it a woman?”
“You know anything that'll send a man to hell faster than pussy John?”
“No”he whispers as a slight breeze falls across his back.
“John?” Blaze hears Dolly calling up to him from the backyard and he peers off the roof down at her.
She holds up two beers.”Dinners ready”she calls pushing a softly tossed red shank of hair from her face.
“Be right down”he tells her, and drops the hammer to the roof, then skims down the ladder that`s propped against the gutter. She hands him the bottle and he downs it in one long thirsty pull.
“You didn't have to do that”she states taking the empty from him and pulling the screeching screen door open. He steps inside and heads to the sink.
“I know” he answers turning the water on full force and slipping his whole head under the stream of water. He can't hear her reply as hes dousing his blond head, but he can feel her hand on his soaking back. He stands up and turns to look down at her, water running off his sodden head.
“When do you work on your bike?”she asks with begging eyes.
“Tomorrow”he tells her and she steps up to him grabbing handfuls of wet blond hair and yanking his mouth to hers.
“Tomorrows good”Dolly coos tugging on his belt buckle.
“Whats for dinner?”Blaze grunts as hes pulling her soft green shirt up to bare her breasts.
“Nothing that can't simmer for awhile”she purrs dropping his belt to the dusty floor and grabbing a large hand to lead him to the bedroom.
“The road to hell John. Why am I bothering? Ain't nothing compares to skyrockets in flight.”
“Ahhh John!”Dolly shouts gyrating atop him, his hands clenched around the worn headboard trying to keep it from breaking through the cheap wallboard. His breath catches as her nails rake across his chest.
“Hate to interrupt this little tryst John, but they're coming”
Johns blue eyes fling open at Zarathos` warning.”How close?”he manages to form the thought.
“Close enough that I'm getting the tingle John. Loose the bitch buddy, its time to rock and roll”
“Dammit!”John growls and she looks down at him.
“What? Don't you like it this way?”she inquires her face flushed with desire.
“I thought I heard something”he grunts, pushing her off of him and rolling out of her bed.
“Well thats fucking nice!”she snaps as he quickly yanks his jeans on and races to the front porch. He scans the horizon hastily and sees not one damn thing. Oh you piece of shit if this is some damn joke Z I'll.... then he hears Dolly's scream at the same time the distinct sound of glass shattering comes to him.
“Shit!!”John utters and tears back into the house, her screams leading him back to her bedroom. He finds her in the corner hoisting up a 12 gauge and climbing in the window something he couldn't have imagined if his life depended on it.
“Shoot it!!”he bellows at her and she does. The gray skinned undead mans head explodes and it slumps to the floor. Now the gurgling sounds of the resurrected seem to be coming from everywhere, and John howls as it feels as if someone has taken a propane torch to the inside of his flesh.
“Step aside little man and let an expert show you how its done.”
Posted: Jul 7 2008, 09:01 AM
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Very nicely done Feral. Keep it up
Posted: Jul 8 2008, 04:27 PM
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Joined: 27-November 07
Thanks MM. I`ll do my best for Blaze!
Posted: Jul 14 2008, 04:35 AM
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Joined: 27-November 07
Ultimate Ghost Rider Issue #5
Blaze fights to tamp the inferno inside down as his mind begins to boil in its own juices seems like.
“What the hell are they!? he hears Dolly screaming as if from the next county over as more glass is shattering throughout the house. Leaping over the bed he grabs for the shotgun as another half formed thing climbs in the broken window..
“No!!”she shrieks keeping a firm grip on the stock of the gun,”I know how to use it! Get the hell out of the way!”
“Dolly” John snarls staggering into her, his face soaked with sweat,”Give it to me.”
“Get out of the way!! Shit!!”she yanks on the shotgun with more veracity and now her head whips from the half dead whatever the hell it was to John, and she falls back into the corner shrieking.
“Dolly run!!”John growls in a voice as cold and demonic as time itself as the battle within ends with a voracious...
“OY!!10,000 years will give ya such a crick in the neck!!”
Zarathos spins raising a leather clad arm as hellfire snakes from the skeletal hand engulfing the shotgun. A massive round of fire explodes from the flaming barrel removing the rotten head of another cowboy.
“Dolly baby you are so going to need a Swiffer in here” he snickers while dropping yet another corpse at the bedroom window. The poor woman in the corner attempts to get her mind around whats just happened when the fiery skull turns and looks over at her.”Come with me if you want to live. Bwa-Ha! Damn I always wanted to say that!”
“John?”Dolly inquires, her soft brown eyes full of fear and disbelief.
“<Sigh>Hes kind of indisposed at the moment, but he'll get back to you soon. Now you want to cover up those oh-so fine tits of yours or do we kick these fuckers asses with your cans a bobbing about? Not that I'm complaining mind you...”The Rider turns and fires another volley at the bedroom door, blowing it off its hinges and splattering the gray toned thing behind it.”But its kind of distracting!”
Dolly grabs one of Blazes shirts from his duffel bag on the floor and yanks it over her head, it falls to her knees covering her bare bottom.
“Outside”Zarathos tells her heading to the window.
“Wait!”she shouts still looking somewhat lost. She drops to her knees and paws under the bed pulling out a small tin box. Whipping the lid open she pulls out a handgun and two clips of ammo.
“That won't work on me”
“Its not for you asshole!”she spits and runs to the window, stopping to grab a shoe and knocking the remaining shards to the porch.
“I like your spirit! <Snort!>I crack myself up!”
Dolly climbs through,carefully watching where she puts her bare feet as Zarathos slings a long leg over the sill behind her, stopping to blast another half regenerated body into small slimy bits. Then his black boots hit the crowded porch just in time to see Dolly fire 5 rounds into the face of one of them. He howls and drops before them on the worn wooden planks.
“Nice. I can see why Blaze is hot for you”
“Is John in there? Somewhere?”she asks as the Rider shoves her from the porch opening up at a large group.
“Yeah honey hes in here, just keep moving”Zarathos snarls as blast after blast of hellfire explodes across the barren back yard.
“I want a fucking explanation when this is over Blaze!”she snaps firing at the oncoming group alongside the Spirit of Vengeance as they fall back further from the ranch house.
“Demanding little thing aren't you? But me and John-O already knew that!”
“Pig”she hisses wondering if her sanity was slipping here, talking to some flaming thing that not ten minutes ago was this young hard man inside her while they blew the shit out of zombies. Yeah, I'm losing it Dolly decides as a deep thunderous rumble fires up inside her hay barn and she stares slack jawed as a huge long chopper flies out the sliding barn door. Uh-huh, yup Dolly Wenner your mind has snapped she leaps back as the bike slides to a stop before them and the skull man/John thing slides his leg over the smoking seat.
“Get on”it tells her blasting yet another decaying cowboy off its rotted feet. She balks and it growls loudly”Get on now!!!”
“Don't fucking yell at me!”she shouts over the report of the shotgun and her revolver, then with a grimace she whips her bare leg over the long black seat.
“Now don't be afraid to grab a hold of the stick shift tootsie!”it cackles as the choppers wheels burst into flames. Dolly squeals drawing her legs up to avoid the fire, but it doesn`t emit any heat. Then with a sound unlike any motorcycle shes ever heard the beast under them roars across the yard, flinging gathering corpses aside as it flies over the dry cracked land, a fire ridden track scorching behind it. Dolly clings to the sleek black leather jacket for dear life since they are moving faster then shes ever gone in her life.
In no time the two are at the hedge row that marks the end of Wenner land. The screaming roar of the bike under them now throttles down and the Rider brings the chopper to a halt under a large mesquite tree.
“End of the road. Wanna get off now?”Zararthos inquires lustfully with a deep titter. She shakily releases the balled up leather and tumbles from the bike, her hands damp. Dolly reaches up to push her wind whipped hair from her face then studies the creature sitting on the cycle.
“I want to talk to John”she demands as Zarathos eyes her tight bare legs with sockets spitting fire.
“I want some poontang. Wanna swap?”
She whips the handgun up and levels it at the damn fiery skull.”You said John was in there! Let him out now!”
A few moments of silence fall as a dusty breeze brings small grains of dust into Dolly's cocoa eyes.
“Don't get attached hot stuff, cause him and me were like two pathetic peas in a pod”she hears as the lifeless skull turns its black sockets to her. Then she stands bare footed while before her eyes a transformation appears like something from a B horror show, only its all too real. Dolly chokes down a small sob as this tall strong man shes taken in writhes and screams in agony upon the loose gravel and sand of her property. It seems like hours to her glued to the tragic sight as she winds her arms about her middle, her soft brown eyes welling up at the howls coming from the man at her feet.
“John?”she stutters as the last flames sputter out and his grasping hands return to flesh.
“<Hack>Dolly”he groans attempting to at least get to his hands and knees as opposed to some pussy lying here at her little bare feet choking on his own bile. Then she drops to kneel beside him as somewhere a piercing yelp from a coy dog slips down from the mesa.”God just leave me”Blaze huffs gruffly, his mouth as dry as the ground his head rests on.
“Maybe God did, but I'm not”she whispers and with great trepidation reaches out to stroke some sweat soaked hair from his pale face. He wretches and shudders then gratefully lets her lift his throbbing head and place it on her bare legs.
“Well she's just as sweet as Doris Day ain't she Johnny Boy? John? Pansy ass newbies!”
Posted: Jul 17 2008, 04:07 PM
Member No.: 24
Joined: 27-November 07
Ultimate Ghost Rider Issue #6
John stands at the screen door that overlooks the back porch with a cold beer in his hand. The damn house was a mess, absolute freakin` mess. Seemed that after you, or Zarathos, released the souls from their hosts two things happened. First the astral spirits, souls, whatever the hell one wished to call them departed this plane. Now John hoped they went where they were supposed to go, because if they didn't take the elevator downwards his ass would be grass and old Satan would be the lawnmower. Second thing that happened was that you had vast slimy puddles of gray and green wherever the manky bastards dropped. Blaze takes a pull and still feels a slight bit of bile rise up. Damn but it was a nasty ass sight he thinks as he rummages in his Lee pocket for his smokes.
A dry breeze sifts through the screen and it feels good to his tacky skin. And here he had thought he knew what it felt like to be hot. He was so damn wrong, this here, this 93 degrees at 4 A.M., this was like December in Calgary compared to the searing pain that having your flesh burn off felt like. Fuckin` A he ruminates. And coming back was almost as bad. How he ever had enough strength left to shag his worthless ass back onto his ride and get them back he'd never know. Grace of God?
“Highly doubtful John B.”
“Thats what I figured Z”John grunts softly not wanting to wake Dolly up. He and she had stumbled back into the cluttered ranch house and had set to cleaning up the mess. She had scrubbed beside him for hours, stopping only occasionally to wipe her sweaty red hair from her pretty face and fix him with the oddest look. He knew she wanted to talk. Hell he knew she deserved a talk. But he had remained silent, for how the fuck did a man tell a woman he cared about that his soul was eternally damned and he was forever cursed to ride as the Devil's minion??
“Don't do it Blaze”
John pulls a Winston from the pack and lights it, sans matches.”Do what?”
“Don't think of pissing on the Boss's petunias”
A long deep, satisfying drag on the smoke.”Don't know what your talking about asshole.”
“Oh so now we're back to calling names?Fine dick head. Don't play dumb ass with me! I'm in your heart, I'm in your soul, I'll be your friend should....”
“I need your lameass Rod Stewart right now?”
“Everyones a critic. Don't think of staying John. Thats just a little word of advice from Dr. Z”
Blaze drains the bottle then and listens to the crickets song as it falls in the torn screen. He turns and drops the bottle into the sink then pads softly back to the living room where Dolly sleeps on the couch. He looks down at her and wonders what magic God had when he made women. Even the fall of her lashes as she slept was mystical.
“Blaze, amigo, compadre, what your feeling it don't go with the job description chum. El Mucho Bosso will carve her into sushi and dance on her soul John if you balk. You signed the contract and there ain't no clause for muff obsession.”
“So what do I tell her?”John whispers kneeling beside the couch and watching her full breasts rise and fall as she sleeps.
“You don't tell her anything Blaze. Let me wipe her”
“Sick fuck”Johnny growls.
“No dumb ass! I can wipe her memory.”
“Bullshit! You think this is M.I.B. or something?”Blaze huffs rising now as she turns over in a disturbed toss.
“Yeah, I'm Z and your B. We'd look good in them cool shades huh? I got powers you ain't even scratched the surface of Johnny Boy. Listen dork, mano on mano okay? This broad, you like her I can tell, and I feel for ya..”
“Really?”Blaze inquires softly.
“Pfftt, no! But I can see what your thinking and I'm a greedy bastard. I like being up here, shagging the meat vicariously through you. Hell ain't fun Jumpin` John. And if you think your going to keep you pale ass here and re-nig on the deal then we'd both end up in Mephistopheles frying pan doing the disco duck. I ain't going back John, so let me wipe her memories of you, us.”
Dolly mutters something in her sleep then and Blaze reaches down to lift a shank of her hair, admiring the soft scarlet of it in the kitchen light that falls through the doorway.
“Why can't she and me just go when the She Bitch wants us too? She can ride the bike, flames didn't burn her. She could...”
“She could be what John? Your demonic biker babe? Fuck Blaze how stupid are you!? Do you think that woman will want to be with you, spread them silky thighs for you after what she saw you turn into last night?!”
“No”Johnny sighs, swallowing down the bitter hatred for himself, his life, his miserable damned existence.
“Your finally are using that pea sized brain of yours! I'll get you a gold star! Place your hand to her forehead John, let me erase us from her mind. We ride, she wakes up well satisfied for another 6 months.”
“Shit this sucks.”
“Yeah wanna tell me something I don't know? Blaze if ya care about her like I think you do, don't be greedy man. If you keep her she'll die. Like Roxie, like Anasta. They all die John cause we all gotta give the Devil her dues. You want that man? You want that for her??”
“Just us? You don't take any other memories? Just us?”
John looks over the ranch home as he sits the idling chopper, watching the chickens coming out of the run down coop they bunked in and begin to scratch in the dusty front yard. Then the roar of the custom bike bellows out scattering the poultry. The rear tire kicks up pebbles as he gives her gas and pulls rapidly out onto the highway. Inside Dolly sighs in her sleep as the one lone box fan blows tepid air up over her bare legs and under the borrowed Led Zeppelin T she slumbers in.