The Shepard's Graveyard
by D.C. Peach
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Orion was a bad man, a man of ill wills. If you
crossed him, he crossed you out. The walls of his mansion living room
was decorated lavishly in heads. Decapitated heads of post mortum US
State Representatives. Their eyes were gauged out. Their hairs were
shaved. Their mouths hung agape, like the door of a mother expecting her
son to return home at any given moment. They were Effigies of Despair. Orion stood in the dark; cigar in his first hand,
purring chain saw in his second hand. US State Representative John Starks sat in the very
same dark... engulfed in a darkness all his own. Starks' Dark. --- Blood Dog tied his headband taut around the fore of
his head. His head read "Game On". His knuckles were popped.
His beers were slogged. His guns were loaded; locked; cocked. His
enemies were not scared. But; they should'a been. Iminent death hung
like a veil across a beatiful widow's crying eyes. He always got game; he was not to be tamed. For he
was: Blood Dog. --- Coyotes ran amock in the lawn of Orion. Nipping and
braying like sheep they were quickly dispatched with barely cooked
steaks bought at Gregory's Grocery's. He petted one coyote, named it
Coyody, and slung it across his back, like a canine backpack. Blood Dog
had one friend. Good thing, because he was ready to step foot into the
Lion's Den. And what better to kill lion's than with two dogs. Blood Dog wore cleets on his shoes and feet so he
walked up the wall as if in pursuit of baseballs of justice. The moon
shone down upon Blood Dog and Coyode like star crossed lovers, but
something was amiss. It was a sad Moon; as if the man in the Moon knew
of the blood bath that awaited. Just then: A thunderful rain. The man in
the Moon was crying himself to sleep. --- Blood Dog lizarded down the steps. No one was
stirring, nor a mouse, nor even a heavily armed bodyguard, armed from
foot to tooth. They knew of jujistsu, so they knew to be quiet. But,
Blood Dog knew jujistsu and regular karate so he was quiet as this:
. Thwack, blam, and pluton! Three bodyguards dead as
night. But in a fit of aghastness, the third bodyguard (pluton) choked a
blood cough and said, "help I am slayed!" The flood gates were released. To the left, to the
right, to all diagnal directions: Bodyguards. They wore suits and ties;
dressed to the nines, in lines to die, as the saying gos. Blood Dog pulled out his sub-49 pistol and before
anyone knew it, carnage was released like a wild bore. The jazz-like
staccato rhythms of the bullets juxtoposed beautifully against the
rocksteady rhythms of the bodys hitting the floor. Coyode ate their
eyeballs. "Good dog, Coyode." said Blood Dog to
Coyode. --- Blood Dog uppercutted threw the door of Orion's
secret Murderoom©. "I got a bone to pick with you... and
even more to break" snarked Blood Dog. He was in the Zone. He was
seeing Red. "He he he he" he laughed Orion as he
pistol wiped Rep. John Starks across his nose. "I see that you
snaked your way into my secret Murderoom©. But for why, do you
think you can stop me? I've got black blood, I've got black bones, I've
got black visions." "Who the Hell do you think I am! Yelled Blood
Dog?" Orion was majorly P-ed. That made two of them.
Together; they were PP-ed. Things were about to get dirty. But Blood Dog
was a profesional. He was going to get this job done, no matter how
down, or dirty he had to get. Swiftly, Orion jujustu kicked John Starks's head
off and flung it at Blood Dog. Blood Dog caught the head as if recieving
a Magic Johnson ally-oop and power-jammed it onto Orion's own head. John
Starks's head exploded. The dirty had begun. "Get over here!" Hollered Orion as he
tossed a rope at Blood Dog. He was noosed. Just then Coyode bit Orion on
his thing and shook his body accordingly as if a fish out of water.
Orion made sounds like two trains hitting face to face. "YOU DIRTY DOG!!!!" YELLED ORION AS HE
kicked at Coyode. He kicked him again. And agine. He drew in his energy
source and Superkicked Coyode's own head off. "THATS IT. No more decapitions on my
watch!" But he was kidding: Blood Dog grabbed Orion by his
neck and squeezed. He squeezed like people do when they eat bananas and
try to get the food part to come out the top. He squeezed like a man
taking a number 2. He squeezed like --- Just then Orions' head plopped
too the ground. Blood Dog got on his knees and punched it. He
punched it. He punched it. Blood Dog was haunted by the death of Coyode;
by his volumptuous and buxum wife, by his pony-tailed baby girl
daughter. By his.... Craig. Haunted by there headless ghost's; speaking
thru their neckholes in a ghostly way, "We miss you daddy." Was he crying? Blood Dog was crying. For a moment,
Blood Dog was the man in the Moon. Alone, casting light upon this world
so that we may see our way thru the night. Alone, a road sign; a
milemarker. Alone, a lighthouse saying, "Nay young boatsman, here
be rocks. For better you to traverse these choppy seas, I shall murder
these rocks, these hoodlums of sediment and lime, for you, young
boatsman, are cast adrift. Come I say, come to the shore." He stopped punching; his cell phone rang in his
pocket. He didnt answer. He listened to his ringtone and cried himself
to sleep. Alone. I could stay awake just to hear you breathing Dont want to close my eyes Laying close to you feeling your're heartbeating chorus bridge:
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