The morning is hot, which is not good for Solace. The fever that started late last night has gradually climbed, the convulsions are worsening and there is nothing the Patchworths can do. Teller has found a few Herbs that have helped the wound on his pain but it is Allan’s splint that has helped the … Continue reading Scrub Up
Patches and Eyes
“Fuck!” Cas yells from under the Mustang. “Solace, you hit something and your front suspension is shit out of luck.” “Cas, we have a problem with this one, too.” Allan calls out from under Andy’s Charger. Both walk over to Solace and show him the metal cylinders that caused the damage. “This was in the … Continue reading Patches and Eyes
Highway Home
“So are you going to tell us what we’re doing?” Andy’s voice is distorted through the CV radio. “We are doing a job for an old… business partner.” Solace responds. “Nancy, right?” Cas chimes from the back seat. “You said her name was Nancy right?” Andy asks. Taking the speaker from Solace, Cas yells back, … Continue reading Highway Home
No Flash
For the past few days Jacob, and the rest of the gang, have been on pins and needles around Solace. The meeting of the chapter leaders and Solace was a private affair to weigh the pros and cons of the promised alliance with the Destroys, naturally the whole club knew about it. This was not … Continue reading No Flash
Bad Nurse
“Are you sure? He’s going to get better?” Andy says leaning on his new cane. “Yes, the poison from the Consolida, or Larkspur, was the cause for all of the hubbub.” The doctor says, his hands on his hips and cocked head show a little too much relief. Jacob doesn’t let up, “what about the … Continue reading Bad Nurse
Leather, Brothers and Books.
Hideout The cabin’s roof has fallen, the debris still smokes in places. A pack of terribly disfigured humans sniff around the rubble, searching for survivors. Behind them, holding tight to their leashes, stands a red leather clad demon with almond eyes lined in white pencil. Gloria Gillory breathes in deeply, savoring the smell of destruction. … Continue reading Leather, Brothers and Books.
Hospitals
Uncle Bart’s hand feels like a lead wait on Cas’s shoulder, “young one, you must calm yourself. There is no reason worry yourself over what is happening now.” “I shot him.” “No, you don’t know that,” Jacob says, lighting a cigarette. “How the hell can you say that, we were covered and he still got … Continue reading Hospitals
Mad Mike: Part Five (Final)
“I don’t want to go down there, Barney.” Maria grabs my hand, ready to run back to the entrance, but the screams from the cells filled with murderers and rapists stop her. The rattle of her bracelets give away her fear induced convulsions. I feel the way she looks, ready to faint. Cupping my hands … Continue reading Mad Mike: Part Five (Final)
Mad Mike: part 2
The world is upside down, no now it’s the right way up, no back the other way. Onion fries, cheap beer and the Thunder Tornado ride are great on their own but together… awful idea. I think it’s something in my brain that isn’t wired right that says bad decisions look good ten minutes before … Continue reading Mad Mike: part 2
Uncle Bart
“Make this goddamn wind stop!” “Of course this is my fault isn’t it Cas. I, the great and powerful Solace, commander of the wind, is doing this to fuck with you.” Cas, in utter frustration, throws open a window in the tiny shack and fires wildly into the sky. The only evidence of gunfire is … Continue reading Uncle Bart
Thought of a Thinker 