The mysterious man of black magic defiantly replied in his characteristic deep Jamaican accent, enjoying the excitement of the wooden baton hitting his cell “Hahaha! No worries man! In my religion death is not the end. I can resurrect that guy next door as a Zombie if you like? I’m a Necromancer you see and I can bring the dead back to life! Hahaha! Make them Undead! Hahaha!” The anxious O’Donnell tried to ignore the disturbing remarks of the Voodoo Doctor, whom they had caught the previous day raiding a rival’s marijuana plantation, and attempted to focus upon the unseen victim whom resided within the shadowy cell next to his. The still reluctant sheriff then glanced across at the occupied adjoining cell which faced the Voodoo Doctor’s and contained the equally infamous, black and white striped overall wearing Chicken Freak, whom sat there cross-legged within the centre of his cell.
The large man was rocking himself from side to side and humming an unknown lullaby, unknowingly creating an eerie atmosphere within the echoing green chamber of incarceration and mould. Unlike the Voodoo Doctor, the Chicken Freak had decided to retain his black and white striped prison cap which gave him an oddly scary look as he attempted to hide his masked face within his own shadow. Chicken Freak was caught in the early morning whilst stealing some chickens from a local farmer on the outskirts of Kingsbury Run and was soon to be collected by the nurses from the local sanatorium. Upon catching the masked mental patient staff at the sanatorium had instructed the sheriff and his men to not remove his chicken mask for fear of further pushing him away from his true identity and into the arms of madness.
As O’Donnell turned his attentions backs towards his nearby men, he could now see there facial expressions in more detail and so he apprehensively joined them as they all silently viewed the spectacle of Dolezal’s final moments. All three marvelled as he twitched and hung by his neck with his bedsheets from the cell’s ceiling, expelling air quickly as he departed from this life for the next one. The previously worried O’Donnell was now somewhat relived because he had expected that his violent deputy may have become uncontrollable yet again and ruined his precious prize for the congressman. He was happy to see that Dolezal’s last breaths would be from a form of death that would be easily explainable to the ever knowledgeable and meticulous Gerber upon his arrival. The poor Dolezal then finally stopped moving all together, ultimately relenting on the very life that he had so stubbornly held on to for so very long.
All three men stood there silently watching the macabre spectacle in fascination as they heard the last of the air leaving his body and the wind gently swinging his lifeless shell from side to side. Both O’Donnell and Brown remained mesmerised as they watched the life seep out of his vacant eyes whereas the cruel Kilbane desperately tried to stop himself from giggling at the poor man’s traumatically painful yet amusing death. After a while of listening only to the solitary swinging of the dead body and Chicken Freaks mystery lullaby, the preoccupied O’Donnell finally broke the uncomfortable silence “Well! You guys sure had me worried there for a minute because I thought that you may have killed him and not made it look like an accident! Hehe! This is a certified case of suicide if I ever did see one! Hehe!”
The silent Kilbane sinisterly smiled to himself as he looked with pride at his gruesome accomplishment that now swung before him within the lonesome cell. The concerned Brown then spoke after a moment’s contemplation, feeling apprehensive as the mystery lullaby’s unknown tune sailed upon the very winds that swung the dead body before him “Well! I mean we did beat him up a bit beforehand but none of that matters now because he dead right? I mean it was an interrogation right?” The concerned O’Donnell was just about to ask Brown how severely they had beaten him up to ensure that they had not broken any bones when they all suddenly heard the alarming voices of both Ness and Merlyo echo down the long corridor as they stormed into the unseen jail house with their revolvers drawn “Sheriff O’Donnell! Where are you!? We want to see Dolezal right now!”
The quick thinking O’Donnell then motioned to the other two to keep quiet with his finger on his lips before he whispered to them “Let me do the talking ok boys! This requires a delicate touch of skilled political finesse. Now you all watch the maestro at work!” Both Kilbane and Brown confusingly looked at each other as a newly confident O’Donnell started to leisurely walk back down the long corridor whilst whistling and swinging his wooden baton on its string. A worried Kilbane and Brown both tentatively followed there master from behind and where silently concerned over his apparent new found faith within his limited verbal abilities to deescalate any potentially violent altercation.
As Brown walked past the Voodoo Doctor’s cell the mysterious hoodoo man of black magic then jumped out of the concealing shadows and shouted at him “BOO!” which had the instantaneously desired effect of startling the highly superstitious man. The scared Brown instinctively jumped backwards towards the Chicken Freak’s cell as the Voodoo Doctor shoved his smiling face in-between the bars and grinned at his startled victim. Brown then had a double shock as he slowly turned and saw that the freakish looking Chicken Freak whom was standing directly next to his cell whilst still humming the unknown tune, further unnerving the already disturbed Brown and causing him to flee up the corridor. Brown then bumped into the irritable Kilbane as O’Donnell instantly rushed back and hit the cell again with his lightning speed baton and angrily shouted at the Voodoo Doctor “You fucking Nigger! You’re going to learn your god damn place here boy! I’m going to…” Before he could finish Ness’s angry voice then rang throughout the cellblocks hallway and reverberated around the numerous empty cells “Where’s Dolezal!”
The baton raised O’Donnell and his men then suddenly looked down the hallway and towards Ness and saw that both he and Merlyo had their revolvers drawn and pointed towards them. The quickly recovering O’Donnell then nervously smiled at them both whilst he leisurely slid his baton back into his leather belt strap before speaking calmly “Ness? Merlyo? Why what a pleasant surprise! Gentlemen there’s no need for weapons here because where all on the same side aren’t we?” The stern looking Ness and Merlyo then quickly continued to walk down the long corridor as the smiling sheriff pointed to Dolezal’s location behind him as he spoke again, wishing to deescalate the situation and prove to his men that he was as skilled a diplomat as he was a torturer “Dolezal is in the cell at the back there! Perhaps you could tell me Ness if this baton of mine is any good for hitting people because I heard that you’re kind of an expert in that department? Well? That and starting fires if you catch my meaning! Hehe!”
Ness ignored his polite invitation to start a conflict whilst he and Merlyo quickly passed the empty cells one by one until they finally came to face to face with the three men whom now blocked their way to the rest of the cells, creating an awkwardly silent few seconds whereby they all looked at each other with an equal distain of epic proportions. After O’Donnell realised that the angry looking Ness would not reply to his obvious insult regarding his famed use of club wielding police to quash rowdy protestors and the burning down of the shantytown, he motioned for his loyal men to move aside. Both then passed by the three men as the sheriff physically pulled the ever defiant Kilbane to oneside, certain that his unhinged ally would have lashed out at the gun wielding safety director and detective if given half the chance.
Merlyo then confusingly looked at both Chicken Freak and the Voodoo Doctor as the man of magic continued smiling his big grin through the bars, winking at him as he passed by. The Voodoo Doctor’s everlasting smile then instantly vanished as he noticed a strange looking little girl whom was loyally following the recognisable detective. This unusually soaking wet girl was coated within an unnatural green slime and wore a white nighty that clung to her slight frame which further showed how thin she was because her rib bones where easily apparent. This odd appearance was further enhanced because she wore no shoes and unnaturally left wet footprints in her wake whilst her skin had a bizarrely greenish texture to it. On closer
inspection the Voodoo Doctor shockingly noticed that her greenish flesh was actually rotten and her just visible eyes glared at him with distain through her long dark and wet hair. She appeared to be loyally following the detective with her little but determined footsteps and hissed an otherworldly hiss at the startled Voodoo Doctor as she passed him, scaring the hoodoo king back into his shadowy cell and away from the door.
The curious Voodoo Doctor hesitantly came back to his cell door to further observe this obviously otherworldly apparition which no one else could see and worryingly whispered to the on looking Chicken Freak whom still faced his cell “You see that? The little girl! Look there she is! Chicken Freak do you see her?” The motionless Chicken Freak just looked at him confusingly before he tilted his head to one side and shrugged his shoulders, speculating that the renowned magic weed using Voodoo Doctor was probably within the midst of one of his regular weed induced hallucinations.
The confused Merlyo looked back at the two familiar individuals and was about to inform Ness of his encounters with each before he looked at what the motionless Ness had been viewing in silence for the last few seconds. They both stood there in shocking silence as they watched the dead Dolezal’s body swing from side to side as wind emphasized the shocking nature of his tragic death. His swinging body was covered in a multitude of numerous bruises and his bloody prison clothes had long since been saturated in blood. The sombre and deafening silence was then broken by O’Donnell’s sarcastic voice which cut through the air like a knife “Such a shame don’t you think? Killing himself like that, truly a tragedy right boys! Hehe! We only just found him before you guys came storming in here. On the bright side it’s another dead criminal that’s been taken from our streets, making them that little bit safer for the civilians that we all serve!”
The angry Ness did not respond as he reluctantly put his revolver back into his shoulder holster and the observant Merlyo followed his lead, both not wishing to escalate the obviously volatile situation. After a few more silent seconds of watching the grim results of the criminal tragedy that had occurred within the cell only moments ago, the troubled looking Ness slowly turned and began to walk towards the jail houses exit again. Merlyo closely followed him and was keenly aware of the unarmed sheriff’s group as they intimidatingly looked at them as they came back up the lonesome corridor.
The silent Voodoo Doctor was again mesmerised as the little spectre of the dripping wet girl walked past his cell and he rubbed his unbelieving eyes to ensure that it was not another one of the lingering effects of magic mushrooms. The Voodoo Doctor then whispered again to the motionless Chicken Freak whom remained statically frozen whilst observing the peculiar hoodoo king whom now faced him “Look! There she goes again! Can’t you see her? Wow! You’re a regular chatterbox aren’t you ‘Chicken Freak’! What the hell kind of name is that anyway? Anyway? Did you get what I asked you too?” The motionless Chicken Freak then lifted up his closed hand whilst still concealed within his cell and showed a wonderful sight that shined within the shadowy environment, the gleaming cell keys. Chicken Freak had skilfully obtained them when Brown had fallen by his cell door after the Voodoo Doctor had scared him and this new development then caused the large beaming smile of the Voodoo Doctor to reappear from its momentary absence.
Meanwhile further up the corridor a confrontation was about to commence when the silent Ness stopped as he was about to pass O’Donnell and turned to the face sheriff and his men, all of which were by now ready for a fight and had their fists clenched. The infuriated looking Ness then spoke in a deadly quiet voice “You and your ‘accomplices’ here will pay for this! Killed himself my ass! He has wounds all over his body and what looks like a few broken ribs! Not to mention your deputies bloody bandages on his fists!” The hesitant O’Donnell then looked down at Kilbane’s fists which did indeed still have the blood stained bandages on them and gave him a silent glare of annoyance for his incompetence before Ness continued to speak “My men are going to be here within half an hour and I’m going to insist that Gerber does a full autopsy on his body and if anything is suspicious, ANYTHING! You’ll all be held accountable!”
Ness then looked with disgust at his immaculately shiny sheriff’s badge and spoke whilst motioning to Merlyo to leave “You don’t deserve to wear that star! Come on Merlyo! Let’s get out of here, this place is making me feel ill!” Then they both silently walked out of the jailhouse’s claustrophobic environment and into the fresh air outside as O’Donnell hit Kilbane round the back of the head as punishment for his foolishness at forgetting to take off his bandages of torture. The angry O’Donnell then followed Ness and Merlyo and shouted after them as they disappeared into the rainy night “You think we killed him? PROVE IT! We have a SIGNED confession right here! I have friends in high places Ness so don’t you try and test me! Me and my boys here did what you and your Unknowns never had the guts to do! Actually arrest a suspect! He was the Mad Butcher of Kingsbury Run! Ya hear me! HE WAS THE MAD BUTCHER!”
Ness and Merlyo both listened to desperate rants of the doomed O’Donnell as his words were quickly smothered under the sound of the thunderstorms and rain that raged overhead. The defiant O’Donnell soon stopped shouting as he looked at their disappearing silhouettes which quickly vanished under the intense rain and numerous flashes of lightening. His two anxiously on looking colleagues, whom where a few paces behind him, suddenly felt massive sweaty hands around each there individual heads. But before either one of them could react their heads were brought crashing together with such unrelenting force that they both stunned by the covert attack. The immense force instantly knocked out both Kilbane and Brown, causing the very raindrops around them to shoot away from the impact’s unseen epicentre which radiated outwards. Both men now lay unconscious at the entrance to the jailhouse and only the occasional lightening flash illuminated the culprit within the shadows as the large Chicken Freak silently stood there, pleased with his work which now lay unmoving upon the soaking wet ground.
After a few more seconds the still angry and unsuspecting sheriff then turned around and was greeted by the alarming sight of the huge Chicken Freak standing other his defeated victims and his accomplice, the smiling Voodoo Doctor whom now moved in closer towards the baton clutching sheriff. The pleasantly surprised O’Donnell then spoke as he smiled, eager to inflict more pain upon the defiant Voodoo Doctor with his wooden baton which he now eagerly took out with relish “Will you never learn nigger! White man’s going have to whip your black ass now! YOU READY FOR A WHIPPIN’ BOY!”
At that very moment when O’Donnell raised his baton to hit the defiantly smiling Voodoo Doctor in the face, a multi-coloured baseball bat struck the back of his head. The massive impact caused the flimsily held together wooden frame to break apart, instantly destroying the Voodoo Doctor’s trusty partner in crime’s beloved baseball bat. Mr Goat-Legging’s stood there in the rain with a disappointed look upon his face as he looked down at what was left of his trusty baseball bat and frantically attempted to pick up the various pieces of differing size that lay all over the immediate area. He was adamant that he could still fix it even after taking such sustained and prolonged abuse from his trusted ownership until the Voodoo Doctor brought him to his senses and spoke “Mr Goat-Legging’s! Are you a sight for sore eyes! That’s was a home run right there if I ever saw one! Hehe! Now come on! Forget that blasted baseball bat because the cops are coming! Let’s get out of here! COME ON! COME ON!”
Mr Goat-Legging’s reluctantly gave up his difficult search as the Voodoo Doctor pushed him further into the sightless rain before the two then ran whilst the slowly lumbering Chicken Freak was in hot pursuit behind them. The hesitant Voodoo Doctor then paused as Mr Goat-Legging’s jumped into an awaiting farm truck which had a vast assortment of chicken cages within its open storage area at the back, each packed with chickens of all avian varieties and colours which where squawking in a mad panic. He then voiced his disappointment at his colleague’s bad ch
oice of stolen automobile whilst he hopped in “Is this all you could find? Oh! Come on let’s just get out of here already!” The lumbering Chicken Freak then saw this sight of heaven that greeted his wanting eyes as he came lumbering through the rain and blissfully jumped into the back of the truck before it then roared down the road. As Chicken Freak lay on his back and looked up at the flashing night sky he was satisfied that he had now departed this earth and was in his own beautiful form of heaven. Chickens from all over the world squawked around him whilst they were sealed within their separate cages, unaware of his deviant intentions for his newly discovered feathered friends.
Meanwhile both the unsuspecting Ness and Merlyo where making their way through the rain and towards the parked silver Scarab until they noticed that a large shadowy figure was awkwardly leaning against its curved bonnet. They both momentarily paused but then soon continued to advance and as they steadily got closer they surprisingly saw that it was an intoxicated detective Trunk. Upon seeing the pair of soaking wet lawman, the drunk Trunk then spoke to them as they slowly emerged from the rain “Evening gentlemen!” The dishevelled looking Trunk held a wrapped bottle of whisky within his hand and both could smell the unmistakable odour of alcohol that resonated from him before they had even got near the drunk detective’s location.
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