Valley Chapter 3 Verse 18 ’Blues From The Front Porch’

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Chapter 3

" Blues From The Front Porch"

Wallins Creek Kentucky

Ivvium's house

Lily Beauchamp sits on the front porch stairs tapping away at her cell phone as the sun sets off to her right. She hardly reacts at all when the squeaky screen door pushes open and slams shut.

"Hey we got the same phones." Jacob says walking from the door and looking over her shoulder.

"Wow, we can be phone buddies." Lily sarcastically responds.

"You always this bitchy?" Jacob asks as he stretches his back and wipes his eyes.

"Sure a woman is bitchy but a guy is witty." Lily says shutting her phone.

"I was just saying that cause mines dead. I was gonna ask if I could use your charger." Jacob says sitting down on the stairs next to her and fishing out a cigarette from his pants.

"Yeah, it's inside on the kitchen counter." Lily softens.

"Thanks." Jacob says lighting the cigarette and looking straight ahead into the quickly darkening evening.

Lily picks a wine glass up off of the wooden porch and takes a sip looking straight ahead into the same impending darkness.

"That's a dirty habit you know." Lily says still looking ahead.

"What...smoking?" Jacob responds keeping his robotic stare in place.

"Sure the smokers cough comes in handy when your slaying demons." Lily smiles.

The two continue to stare out into the night for a good five minutes.

"My name is Jacob Valley. I'm from Detroit Michigan. I used to play guitar and do drugs." Jacob says flatly.

"And now?" Lily asks.

"Now...now I kill demons and think about drugs." Jacob smirks.

"Why?" Lily presses.

"I was gonna kill myself thirteen days ago. I was all set to do it, I was going to overdose on heroin, then that little shit shows up in my living room. He tells me that I can save Audrey, my girlfriend from...well from hell, if I help him." Jacob starts.

"Why is she in hell?" Lily questions.

"She overdosed three weeks ago. Committed suicide. So I figured fuck it I'll go be with her you know, maybe I can protect her or at least kiss her again." Jacob reasons.

"So you kill these demons, the ones the devil wants dead and he frees the soul of your girlfriend?" Lily theorizes.

"Yeah...fucking crazy huh." Jacob says.

"No...I think it's sweet." Lily says as she is the first one to break her stare forward and looks at Jacob.

"Yeah, thanks." Jacob says looking over at Lily.

"So why you? I mean why did he come and get you?" Lily pushes setting her wine glass down.

"My dad. I guess my dad sold my soul to the devil to become a famous rock star. Well more like a one hit wonder. Anyways, he knew where I was, knew what I was, was aware of my situation so he made me the offer." Jacob says flicking the cigarette into the front yard.

"Wow, so you will both be free, you'll save the girl and get your soul back." Lily nods.

"No. Just her, just get her out of heaven. Doesn't really matter waht happens to me." Jacob shrugs.

"Knew what you were?" Lily wonders.

"What?" Jacob asks confused.

"You said he knew what you were, what were you?" Lily prods.

"Oh. Yeah, I am, well was a martial artist and shit. My dad was obsessed with two things when I got older Martial Arts and church. He even wrote a bunch of Christian Rock songs, made some good money doing it...that's what bought the R.V. and all of that." Jacob livens up.

"Where is your dad now?" Lily asks.

"Dead. He shot himself in the head when I was thirteen." Jacob states.

"Geez, I thought I had it bad." Lily smiles.

"You really think my hair is ratty?" Jacob asks changing the subject.

"It definitely could stand a trim at least. Doesn't it get in the way. With what your doing now and all." Lily asks reaching her hand up and pushing Jacob's hair off his face.

"Yeah, it could use a trim..." Jacob says leaning into Lily.

Lily reciprocates and the two kiss. For a moment Jacob loses himself in the moment before quickly pulling away.

"...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have...I can't do that." Jacob panics.

"No, It's fine, I'm sorry as well, I just thought..." Lily quickly explains.

"Oh no, you thought right...it's just Audrey and all, I mean the whole thing...I love her, more than anything." Jacob continues to panic.

"I know." Lily says lowering her head.

"No look, please. I mean anywhere else any other time." Jacob stammers.

"You slept through dinner, I left some in the microwave for you." Lily says retrieving her wine glass.

"Yeah, thanks. I needed the sleep, on a real bed." Jacob calms.

"You didn't miss anything. Ivy and your buddy did nothing but talk about Megatron." Lily rolls her eyes.

"The bad guy from Transformers?" Jacob chuckles.

"I guess, I don't know." Lily shrugs.

"Where are the demon twosome now?" Jacob inquires.

"On the back porch drinking brandy and smoking a cigar." Lily says finishing her wine.

"Isn't he dying from cancer?" Jacob asks.

"What, is he gonna make it worse?" Lily asks as she pulls herself off the porch.

"Touche. Where you going?" Jacob asks as he watches her rise off the stairs.

"Get more wine, want anything?" Lily offers.

"Another beer would be great." Jacob requests.

"Give me your phone, I'll plug it in." Lily says putting her hand out.

"Jacob pushes his hand in the right front pocket of his jeans and retrieves his phone and hands it to her.

"By the way, I washed all of your clothes that were in the R.V." she says as she turns to walk away.

"Thanks." Jacob stammers.

"Yeah, your next. You're a rather ripe boy." Lily says as she pulls the squeaky screen door open and walks into the house.

"Yeah, I...you forget about those things...sometimes." Jacob reasons poorly.

He gets no response from Lily, she is already out of earshot. Jacob swallows hard and puts another cigarette from the crushed pack between his lips. He runs his free hand across his forehead and through his hair.

"Fuck." He mutters to himself.

He breaths in deeply trying to clear his head and goes into a small coughing fit. Once he regains his composure he pulls the un-lit cigarette from between his lips and tosses it in the front yard.

The Back Porch

Bub sits in a wooden rocking chair a few feet from where Ivvium they are both smoking thick cigars and have empty brandy glasses on the floor in front of them.

"So that is Valley's kid huh." Ivvium says pulling the cigar out from his lips.

"Yeah, that's him." Bub confirms.

"That was one wild time. Was always surprised that Asmodeous was actually that unscrupulous." Ivvium declares.

"It was a time when we did any and everything. You know it was bad I agree." Bub agrees.

"Yeah, we made a lot of mistakes huh luc." Ivvium consents.

"We did. Maybe I can rectify a few now." Bub asserts.

"You think so." Ivvium challenges.

"I didn't think we'd make it this far. That kid has a killer instinct and he's pretty damn motivated. He killed Asmodeous you know." Bub emotes.

"Your like a proud papa over there huh." Ivvium says looking over at Bub.

"He's alright, I know why Asmodeous took such a shine to him." Bub admits.

"You think your gonna make it. You have to figure Gabriel and the like are looking for you by now." Ivvium concedes.

"I know. But they all know that your doing this thing now. I figure we can mix the signal while I finish healing. Your dying they leave you alone right." Bub lays out his plan.

"Yeah. I have been granted amnesty." Ivvium confirms.

"Why. Why do you want to die like this?" Bub demands.

"I want to go home Luc. I just want to go home. I've done a lot of good in the last few centuries, I don't know if it's enough, but I am willing to gamble." Ivvium says.

"I guess." Bub shrugs.

"Your gonna get this boys heart back huh." Ivvium presses.

"That's the deal." Bub nods.

"How are you gonna go about doing that?" Ivvium asks.

"Not really sure yet. But a deal is a deal, I'll make it happen some how." Bub confirms.

"Is what your doing right Luc. Have you had a change of heart. Are you fighting on the right side again?" Ivvium ponders.

"I'm not sure." Bub mutters.

"You know what I've learned in all my time?" Ivvium baits.

"What's that." Bub wonders.

"Good always wins. It make take a really long time, it may seem improbable. Right may loose a thousand battles to wrong, Evil may dominate Good for a million years, but eventually Right wins the war and good reverses the domination...Good eventually always wins Lucifer...good always wins." Ivvium expounds.

Bub has no reply, he sits for a moment stoic, letting the declamation of his top General and best friend Ivvium sink in. He curls his lip around his cigar and looks out into the darkening night air. Ivvium coughs twice then tosses his cigar into the yard. He watches the orange glow get swallowed by the wet back grass and then raises his eyes into the night sky.

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NEW VALLEY chapter 3 Verse 17 "Desperate Times"

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Chapter 3

Verse 17

'Desperate Times'

Jacob Valley and Bub stand on a rickety white porch, a porch that completely surrounds a rustic white farmhouse in the middle of a massive stretch of land just outside the inconsequential town limits of Wallins Creek Kentucky. Their mode of transportation a battered recreational vehicle sits quietly wrapped around the circular dirt road that serves as the properties driveway.

"How do you even know we got the right place?" Jacob asks as he knocks on the heavy wooden door again.

"It's the right place, I know." Bub affirms.

"You have never been here before how do you know. Did he send you a postcard or something, a fucking mailer?" Jacob presses.

"He's dying, I, we can feel that." Bub grumbles.

"What do you mean?" Jacob says pulling his hand from the door poised for a third knock.

"When our kind is injured, we can sense it." Bub states.

"Wait. So all of this time you've been hurt, and healing, they could be tracking us?" Jacob panics.

"They who. Everyone we've come in contact with we've killed." Bub sums.

"Yeah, right...so you all can sense each other." Jacob calms.

"Yes." Bub nods.

"So this is the only demon you feel in the area huh." Jacob questions.

"Injured, yes. C'mon answer the door already." Bub spikes.

"Yeah, no shit man." Jacob says kicking the door for good measure.

Just as Jacob's black boot smudges the bottom of the door with mud it swings open.

"The door ain't locked ya know, I said come in twice." A tall thin dark haired twenty something says as she dries her long brown hair in a towel, a second towel wrapped around her breasts serving as a makeshift sarong.

"Wow. You ah...ahem." Jacob says obviously stifled by the nearly nude obviously wet sex pot of a woman that opened the door.

"Devil got your tongue?" she questions in a slight southern accent.

"You always tell people to come in your house while your showering?" Jacob counters, with his best attempt at witty.

"Doors don't lock 'round here to much, 'sides we were expecting you two for some time now." She smiles and walks away from the door so the two of them can enter.

Jacob and Bub enter the huge farmhouse and instantly are taken aback by it's warm inviting southern charm and feeling of home.

"Mr. Ivy, is in the back room over there, he's not having a very good day today." The woman points towards a whit door.

"Thank you." Bub says and waddles towards the door in question.

Jacob begins to walk behind Bub and manages to trip over an ottoman as his continued distraction of the female greeter catches his eye. Upon his trip he manages to put a hand on Bub's head to retain balance, making Bub quickly turn and face Jacob.

"You know what, I am gonna go talk to him, you...you can keep...what's her name company ok." Bub sparks.

"Fuck that man, you drag me here all through this..." Jacob cracks.

"No." Bub snarls in a deep and malicious growl.

"Whatever, fuck it, go bullshit with the fucker from your knitting circle then." Jacob wisecracks in an attempt to save face, and keep his composure.

"Thank you." Bub hisses.

Jacob adjusts his T-shirt and turns back to face the woman and finds she is gone from sight.

"Whatever, The fucking R.V. needs to be cleaned out anyways." Jacob growls as he walks towards the entranceway of the house.

Bub pushes the white bedroom door slightly open and steps inside. The smell of decay is prevalent as he quickly focuses in on a figure laying in the small twin bed a few feet from him.

"Ivvium?" Bub questions.

The gaunt man in the bed rolls his head to the side and smirks as he focuses in on Bub.

"Luc...what has happened to you?" the man in the bed, Ivvium, smiles.

"I think I should ask the same of you old friend." Bub quips in return as he approaches the bed and shakes the outstretched hand of Ivvium.

Jacob Valley stands just outside of the R.V. with the side door open. He is smoking a cigarette and using a broom to pull all of the contents on the floor of the vehicle to the metal stairs and off onto the dirt driveway below.

"So what's your story?" A woman's voice asks.

Jacob quickly snaps his head up startled by the question and looks directly at Audrey standing a few feet away holding two beers between her fingers of her right hand.

"Hey...hello?" The woman asks.

Jacob squints his eyes through the mid-morning sun and realizes it is the wet door greeter from earlier. Her hair lays across her shoulders and she is wearing a white flower print sun dress.

"What...sorry, I couldn't see you in the sun and all." Jacob stammers.

"Ok, let's try a different route. Hi my name is Lily, would you like a beer?" she says extending her right arm.

"Sure...yeah" Jacob nods and slips one the beer bottles from between her slender fingers.

"Ok, see your supposed to say 'Hi, my name is blank, sure I would love a beer." Lily presses.

"Hi, my name is Jacob, sure I would love a beer." Jacob mimics as he twists the beer cap off and takes a drink.

"Well Jacob, I certainly hope your not planning on leaving all of those frozen pizza wrappers on my driveway." Lily says pressing her back against the R.V. and opening her beer.

"No...and there 'Hot Pocket' wrappers. You know, when you stand against the sun I can see directly through your dress." Jacob smirks.

"Are you serious?" Lily stutters as she smiles.

"Yeah. You really can." Jacob affirms.

"Huh, I only totally knew that, huh you can see through white cotton huh...you need to get out more." Lily chuckles.

"I was just being nice." Jacob fires back.

"So?" Lily queries.

"So, what?" Jacob asks.

"Did you like what you could see?" Lily quizzes.

"Yeah...sure, but you know." Jacob strains through the questioning.

"So Jacob, what's your story?" Lily again asks changing subjects as quickly as she started it.

"No story." Jacob quickly concludes.

"No. It's not everyday a ratty haired man with gunshot wounds kicks my door with a miniature sized devil in tow." Lily laughs.

"So you can see him right?" Jacob counters.

"Who the devil." Lily asks confused.

"Yeah, the little red fucker, you see him right." Jacob pleads.

"Yeah. He went inside to talk to Ivy." Lily agrees.

"Ok, just being sure...just being sure...."Jacob tails off.

"Why. You thought you were going crazy huh." Lily deduces.

"I'm well past crazy." Jacob nods.

"No, he's real, he's very real." Lily maintains.

"Huh." Jacob ponders as he takes another swig of his beer.

"Ok, I'll go then. My name is Lilly Buechamp I'm originally from just outside New Orleans. Moved here with my pimp when I was like nineteen after he got us kicked out of Louisiana." Lilly starts.

"How did you get kicked out of a state." Jacob smiles.

"Not so much kicked out I guess, as we were not welcome, owed a lot of unsavory types money. Anyways, so I meet Mr. Ivy in a bar one night, starts telling me how I need to change my ways. Tells me Heaven and Hell is a real thing, and I'm much to nice a girl to throw it all away." Lily recalls.

"Did he do the whole hand over the eyes bit?" Jacob rushes.

"You mean the awakening, sure." Lily nods.

"Fucking awakening, all right." Jacob protests.

"So you just walked from your...well, whore duties and ran off with a demon." Jacob steps over her tale.

"It took a little convincing but yes." Lily coincides.

"So, you got saved by a demon...plausible." Jacob mocks.

"Makes it all a little more tangible once you know its real, don't it. Once your certain there is a Heaven and Hell, helps clarify your position in the whole grand scheme of things, don't ya think?" Lily inquires.

"Where do I donate, to get you off my front porch?" Jacob resists.

"This from the man driving a broke down house on wheels with the devil himself as a co-pilot." Lily huffs.

Jacob watches Lily pull herself off of the R.V. and begin walking back up the porch stairs.

"Make sure you clean up your mess, Mr. Jacob." Lily says as she disappears into the house.

Bub sits in a chair pulled snug to the bed a few inches from Ivvium's head.

"I just can't figure how it got to hear Ivvium." Bub questions.

"You can't be serious Luc, you honestly think you're the victim?" Ivvium chuckles causing him to choke.

"I am never the victim." Bub adds.

"They are a product of you, what you are Luc. Azazel and Asmodeous are carbon copies of you, of me, of what I was." Ivvium boasts.

"No, they are foolish, ignorant and power hungry." Bub disagrees.

"Please, the laughing hurts Luc." Ivvium counters.

"I never, never planned a takeover of this wretched place." Bub maintains.

"No, but you did everything you could to cripple it, for a very long time. I know, I was right there with you. I was there when you brought Rome to its conclusion Luc. You did that not out of bloodlust or a need for war, you did that for Him, because he asked you to." Ivvium reveals.

"It wasn't that black and white, it's never that black and white, I had my reasons. I had my own ideas with why Rome was gonna burn." Bub smirks.

"That look. See, that look, that thought, you created them Luc, you are fighting yourself. The difference is a solider like Asmodeous, he lacks compassion of any kind. A fighter like Azazel is bent only on domination, and egotistical gains. So very shortsighted, shortsighted like you, like us in the beginning." Ivvium declares.

"No, I never betrayed my own." Bub boasts.

"Betrayal. This whole thing started with betrayal." Ivvium mutters.

"He betrayed us." Bub hisses.

"Fine, He betrayed us. But you would have betrayed us all if your nature wouldn't have gotten the best of you after Rome." Ivvium presses.

"What, you mean the Metatron?" Bub smiles.

"Yes, you agreed to fall Rome so that you could get back into Heaven." Ivvium insists.

"No, I fell Rome so we could all get back into Heaven. But He had to send that forsaken Metatron down to lay out the laws....I had to do it." Bub shrugs.

"Why? Why did you have to behead Enoch the Metatron?" Ivvium growls.

"Enoch...I forgot his name after all this time. Heh, He gives a human the right to wear black wings, to judge angel and demon alike as well as all humanity free of His tyranny. That was a slap in the face Ivvium, you know that as well as I. Everything I fought against was right there in front of me that day, I had no choice." Bub rumbles.

"You always have a choice Luc, that's what you fought for. That's why I fought along side of you for the choice...remember." Ivvium says reaching his hand out to touch Bub.

"Why have you done this to yourself Ivvium?" Bub asks looking over his weakened friend.

"The cancer. I will die soon Luc. I will die a good man, I will go to Heaven. We made a terrible mistake Luc. A terrible awful mistake when we chose to fight." Ivvium recants.

"Your never wrong to fight for what you believe in Ivvium." Bub claims.

"No, but you don't believe in what you fought for anymore either." Ivvium vents.

"No, but I have to see this through now, I have nowhere to go, and no options left old friend." Bub whispers.

"Your friend out there." Ivvium inquires.

"He's got nowhere to go, and very few options left." Bub ponders.

"The company you keep Luc." Ivvium smiles just before a heavy round of coughing and choking.

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Valley Chapter 3 verse 16 "Calm Like A Bomb"

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Chapter 3

verse 16

'Calm Like A Bomb'

East of Winchester Kentucky

Little Tubby's diner

6:26am

Kenny 'Irish' Conely sits alone at the front counter eating a phenomenal southern Omelet. He is attempting to keep to himself, in the run down Little Tubby's diner but the handful of patrons and wait-staff are a little more than intrigued by the heavily bandaged patron.

'Irish' sits relaxed only minor cursing at the fact drinking a cup of coffee is so damn awkward. To his left of his half eaten omelet is a pair of cellular phones both of which he occasionally picks up off the counter to see if any incoming message or call has been received.

The waitress a thin lady who is attractive for a forty something but has certainly seen her better days pass approaches.

"You gonna need anything else babe?" she asks in her best, I am so not staring at your mummy face voice.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna be good....phenomenal omelet." 'Irish' adds.

"Yeah...thanks." she replies and quickly retreats behind the kitchen wall.

'Irish' understands he is a strange man in a strange land right now, it's not often people see a man wearing enough gauze on his head to be classified a major archeology find, if they only knew the gauze was holding together a head that has been fractured by two bullets, wouldn't they be surprised.

"Hey baby! Let's do coffee and all meat." A boisterous obvious regular patron says. He is so sudden and quick with his demands he drowns out the clanging bells over the door upon interest.

"Who's got the foreign job 'Beemer' out there?" he asks indigently.

'Irish' watches the waitress's face change suddenly with that question and her eyes dart in his direction.

"That's my car." 'Irish' says spinning in his red pleather bar stool to face the garish bull of a patron.

"Whoa, what's your story buddy." The guy asks with a surprised smile.

"Was in a fire." 'Irish' counters.

"Yeah, I'll say." The guy says shifting his walking pattern and sitting a few stools down from 'Irish'.

"Don't mind him, just a dumb hick." The waitress says trying not to lose the potential tip a man with a BMW may leave.

"No problem." 'Irish' says.

Just as the last syllables roll off 'Irish's' lips one of the two phones rings to life. He snatches the phone and spins out of his stool and quickly paces out the door and towards his car. By the second ring 'Irish' has retrieved his key ring from his jacket pocket and presses a button un-latching and raising the trunk. Stepping around to the back of the trunk he reaches down and rips the duct tape covering the mouth of Kyle Mason, the former leader of the now defunct, and dead '4^th street demons'.

"It's Azazel...you wanna draw air ya say exactly what we talked about yeah." 'Irish' says flatly hitting the green send button on the phone and holding it to the ear of the well bound trunk occupant.

"H...hello?" Kyle responds.

"Is it done?" Azazel responds on the other end.

"Yeah, were good." Kyle says looking up at 'Irish'.

"Good boy, when I get back, I'll make sure your boys are well taken care of." Azazel responds.

"Yeah...that would be great." Kyle says.

"Your gonna have to lay low, that guy was a witness relocation program gangster." Azazel says obviously amused on the other end.

"Right, right...hey were are you again anyways?" Kyle asks remembering his scripted questions.

"You know were I am heading." Azazel says with a bit of suspicion growing in his voice.

"Oh yeah...I was just wondering when we...when I was gonna get paid is all." Kyle quickly tries to cover.

"You'll get your payment." Azazel snaps.

The phone line quickly snaps to completion on Azazel's end.

"What the fuck." 'Irish' says smacking Kyle in the side of the head with the phone.

"I did what you said man!" Kyle pleads.

"Could you have sounded anymore fucking forced!" 'Irish' again says smacking Kyle in the face with the phone.

Before Kyle can plead a response 'Irish' looks up from the trunk hearing the hollow clang of the bells over the door of the diner.

"Hey...you gonna pay your bill here buddy." The loud patron from only minutes ago asks as he approaches 'Irish'.

"I had an emergency, of course I'm gonna be in to pay my bill." 'Irish' says choking back his usual vile responses when questioned by a human.

"Yeah, you better pal, fucking burn victim or not, you don't run out on Ellen, you dig, 'Darkman'." The obnoxious diner continues.

"I will pay it it one moment. Now please go inside and enjoy your fucking meat plate with whatever teeth you have." 'Irish' says slamming the trunk shut.

"What are you doing over there, Egyptian prince." The patron smiles amused by this interlopers attitude.

"I am getting something out of my trunk." 'Irish' says as he pushes past the patron and back inside. He tosses a fifty dollar bill on the counter and takes a last sip of his coffee.

"My regrets Ellen, I had no intentions of not reimbursing you for such a fine breakfast." 'Irish' says as he recovers the rest of his personal belongings off the counter top and walks back outside through the bell clanging diner doorway.

"You were talking to someone in your trunk Invisible man." The antagonizing patron presses as 'Irish' walks out.

"I was so hoping you would have just let all of this go." 'Irish' mutters clicking open his car door with his remote again pushing past the man.

"You listen up, next time, your around here..." The man says putting his arm on 'Irish' shoulder as 'Irish' opens his car door.

Kenny 'Irish' Conley raises quickly from behind his car door and plants the chrome hand axe always within arms reach into the thick neck of his aggressor. He pushes the man against his own light blue Chevy pick-up parked next to 'Irish's' BMW ant twists the axe as he steps into the man.

"Next time I come through here, I will be sure not to stop, everyone in there will certainly remember this moment, won't they." 'Irish' says pulling the hand axe across the throat of the man and out.

The mans eyes fill with tears as his mouth spews forth crimson spit as he struggles and gurgles for a moment. Upon 'Irish' release of the mans shirt from his grasp he collapses to the dusty parking lot below. 'Irish' looks down at him for a moment, and then up into the grimy windows of the diner. Inside Ellen the waitress and two other men, an older black guy who never said a word the entire time he was in there and another much younger waitress look out at the seen in horror with mouths agape and eyes wide. 'Irish' reaches behind his back and wraps his free hand around the handle of his semi-automatic handgun.

'Irish' releases the handle of the gun and crouches down to wipe the blood from the axe off on the mans shirt. Once satisfied with the Axe's cleaning he slips into his car and turns the key, roaring the German made luxury vehicle to life. Lighting a cigarette he backs out of his spot and turns right out of the diner's parking lot.

6:30am

Wallins Creek Kentucky

Bub pulls his head gingerly off the pillows he had it propped on in the back of the R.V. Focusing for a moment and gathering his bearings he hears the sound of rhythmic grunting coming from the central area of the rolling abode the two call home. Sitting up he rolls his neck and pops off the bed.

"What are you doing?" Bub asks pushing past the curtain divider to see Jacob on the floor hands behind his head on his back.

"How good of you to come too, I tried to wake you like three times." Jacob says, remaining in the same position on the floor.

"The healing, it takes it's toll." Bub says unraveling the gauze ball on his gnawed hand.

"Yeah, I'm still awake." Jacob says slipping his feet out from under the sofa.

"You weren't shot in the head." Bub retorts.

"Look, I said I was sorry." Jacob musters as he reaches for a cigarette.

"I guess were even." Bub says examining the hand now free of two fingers.

"Even, for what?" Jacob ponders lighting the cigarette.

"For the whole, seeing into hell bit." Bub affirms motioning for the cigarettes.

"I don't think we'll ever be even for that." Jacob huffs tossing the cigarettes deliberately at Bub's damaged hand.

"Cute." Bub mutters not allowing the obvious slight to pass.

"Sorry." Jacob smirks.

"So what were you doing, working out." Bub asks firing a cigarette of his own.

"Yeah." Jacob rumbles in return.

"Your bleeding, doesn't that hurt." Bub muses.

"Yeah, but you gotta be ready." Jacob shrugs.

"A new Jacob Valley huh." Bub chuckles.

"Whatever, so were here, where is this house." Jacob changes direction.

"Here where." Bub asks popping up onto the sofa and looking out the window.

"Wallins Creek. Where is this house of refuge?" Jacob presses.

"Huh. Looks different." Bub ponders.

"So you don't know where were going then." Jacob says growing angry.

"Let me see your phone, I have a number." Bub declares.

"Phones dead. We need to get to this place." Jacob prompts.

"We will, what's the big hurry all of a sudden. The guy who is satisfied to meander through life is in a big hurry all of a sudden, what gives." Bub queries.

"Nothing, just need a break is all." Jacob expresses.

Vagabond Motor Inn

8:03am

73 miles north of Wallins Creek

Kenny Conley walks out of the dingy front office of the rundown motor lodge with an old style key and flat wood paddle with the number 9 engraved in it. He payed the man six hundred dollars to say he never saw him if anyone comes looking and another four hundred to park his car in the mans garage.

Once the black BMW is snuggly in the garage 'Irish' opens the trunk and yanks Kyle out of the back. Kyle has trouble standing as the small space and the contorted way in which he was shoved in there has effectively cut off the blood to most of his extremities.

"Let's go." 'Irish' says un-interested in Kyle's temporary ailments.

Kyle stumbles towards the red door in which 'Irish' has directed him and waits. 'Irish' tosses his black duffle bag into the arms of Kyle and opens the door.

"So what are we doing here? Where are we?" Kyle asks as he steps inside the musty room in front of 'Irish'.

"Taking a break, re-grouping, having a chat...my head is killing me." 'Irish' confirms.

"Yeah, I bet it is, what happened to you anyways?" Kyle asks.

"What are we friends now. You fail at killing me and now were buddies?" 'Irish' smiles between his bandages as he lights a cigarette.

"I was thinking..." Kyle starts.

"Oh did a lot of thinking in the trunk, is that some sort of thought box?" 'Irish' goads.

"Just here me out." Kyle presses cautiously forward.

"Let me guess. You know your fucked. You watched me murder your whole crew and you lied to what you assume is the devil himself. So you are basically thinking love the one your with is that it?" 'Irish' rambles.

"Well, I mean, I am useful." Kyle appends.

"Yeah, you fit in small places rather well." 'Irish' laughs.

"C'mon." Kyle begs.

"Look, I need to get some rest, this is taking a lot out of me right now, so fine, were buddies. You like Heroin buddy?" 'Irish' asks unzipping his duffle bag.

"Yeah, sure. I can do it myself right?" A distrustful but yearning Kyle pops.

"Absolutely." Kenny says tossing a black cosmetic bag on the bed next to Kyle.

"Serious." Kyle again presses.

"Yes, just leave me the fuck alone right now. I can always use a number two. Have at it and shut-up." 'Irish' says walking into the small bathroom to examine his head.

Out of the corner of his still functional eye he watches Kyle tie himself off and use the micro torch to burn the small baggy of Heroin that was in the satchel. 'Irish' finishes his cigarette and washes it down the drain as he watches Kyle complete the act of shooting up into his left arm.

"Good right?" 'Irish' asks as he walks out of the bathroom and retrieves a second blue cosmetic bag out of his duffle bag.

Kyle coughs and lets out a soft wheeze as he slips into a lump on the bed.

"You see this baggy here, the one in my hand?" 'Irish' asks approaching Kyle.

"Pay attention, this is important." 'Irish' demands, grabbing Kyle under the chin.

"See the one I have...look, you see the little black dot on the bag...look! The black dot means it's pure, good shit." 'Irish' adds

"You see the shit you shot up with...little red dot...uh-oh, that can't be good huh." 'Irish' mocks.

"No, not good at all, you see the little red dot, pure poison, absolute garbage, it'll kill ya...quick." 'Irish' smiles.

"I have my dealers make the little switch now and again, you know when people are really pissing me off, or becoming a liability. Maybe the person is demanding to much attention, no matter this always takes care of it." 'Irish' says as he lets Kyle's chin go to watch him start convulsing.

"I don't need you anymore boy, and I already have a protege' were just having a bit of a tiff right now. Above all that, I really need to lay down and sleep, and I just don't wanna deal with you." 'Irish' says standing upright.

Kyle flops a bit more and then comes to a complete stop, a slight gurgle escapes from between his quickly bluing lips and then silence.

"Good, just don't release your bowels huh." 'Irish' says matter-of-factly as he flops onto the other queen bed, and sighs.

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Hey everybody.

I have postponed the new Valley verse this week.  I am stupid busy right now and frankly last weeks chapter sucked. It was weak, everything was there that I wanted it was poorly executed.  So I apologize for that.  I care way to much about the story to churn out garbage so I am taking a breather for one week only.  That chapter will be re-written and tweaked in the final draft for sure.  It is a difficult process to write a quality chapter every week sometimes, but fun none the less.

I have two new ideas bouncing around that I have been roughing out so if anyone is interested in reading those on a weekly basis when Valley wraps let me know. If not I will write them at my own pace down the road.

New Idea's- NINE  A story of human interest and survival as the entire worlds nuculear warheads mysteriously arm themselves with a nine day counter. Exploring what really matters when you have finite time left.

THE SECOND TO LAST PICTURE SHOW- a small tight knit group of twenty somethings atre forced to seperate and move on with out each other as one leaves for college as the Drive-in they all work at has only one more night left before Wal-Mart demolishes the land.  A comedy, nice guy thing.

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Chapter 3

Verse 15

'Pick up the Pieces'

Agent Belinda Santora stands outside of the heavy rusting metal black door of the 'Hardcore' rock club in Streetsboro Ohio, smoking a cigarette. She hasn't smoked a cigarette in nearly three years but considering the jarring and disgusting situation inside she borrowed one of a fellow agent. She can't remember why she was so addicted as the harsh taste of smoke swirls around her mouth and fills her lungs. She emits a slight cough and tears up, good thing she has something to blame the glassy eyes on.

A group of forensics team members and agents push there way past the local police in order to scour the vicious and amazing crime scene inside. Classic to Agent Santora's style she was one of the first through the door, it was her nature. Unfortunately, the gravity and persons involved in the horrific crime scene turned on her, and the usual iron stomached agent was forced to make a rather lame excuse and find the nearest exit. Now relegated to milling around outside she carefully listens into the conversations occurring around her gleaning whatever information she can ascertain.

The headless bodies of Agent Holcomb and Agent Briggs were rejoined with their heads found some thirty feet away from the bodies behind stage bagged and taken to the local morgue for further investigation.

It had been more than forty-eight hours since she last talked to Briggs, and one morning prior to that final quick conversation the two had a fight over their relationship, or lack there of and she walked out demanding he leave his key to her apartment on the table. The ket is sitting on her dining room table were he left it.

Unable to handle another inhale of the cigarette she tosses it on the sidewalk and stomps it out with the front of her boot. When she looks up she sees Deputy Director Griffen walking towards her with a sympathetic and stymied look on his face.

The Hubert Roger Perkins rest stop

I-71 south

Ohio/Kentucky border.

Jacob Valley continues a deep breathing cycle and mutters and indistinguishable mantra as he unwraps the blood soaked gauze from around his left thigh. Once the gauze is completely unraveled from his gaping sword wound he tosses it in the center of the RV floor on a pile of blood soaked gauze. He looks down at the wound shakes his head and winces as he attempts to move his leg in order to get to the haphazardly wrapped continuation wound on his calf.

"Fuck me..." he sputters to himself as he finally reaches the loose gauze and begins unwrapping his calf.

"Picked the wrong time to stop doing drugs man..." Jacob hisses as he smiles morbidly to himself and takes a hard pull off a bottle of whiskey on the dashboard of the RV. He sets the square glass half empty bottle of spirits on the center console and retrieves a cigarette out of a well abused pack

Lighting the cigarette he takes a drag and lets the smoke latch onto the skin of his bottom lip as he looks over towards the sofa in the RV, squinting from rising smoke.

The small red devil Bub stirs slightly. His torso is mostly wrapped in similar blood stained gauze covering the entrance and exit wounds from a bullet fired by Jacob only twenty-four hours earlier. His left hand is completely encompassed by gauze securing what's left of the fingers on that hand.

"Man, you would laughed your ass off for sure man. I walked into that place right...I bought like every roll of gauze they had a bunch of fucking peroxide and shit, a pack of smokes and a bottle of Jack....that fucking lady behind the counter was puzzled for sure..." Jacob laughs as he slowly sits back in the spun around passenger seat of the RV and chuckles softly.

"Yeah, you gotta wake up man, your missing some pretty amazing shit...ya know...I mean...you just gotta wake up. I high tailed it out of there man, just drove down I-71 I guess south. Were almost in Kentucky I think...you should wake up." Jacob says again as his voice becomes a little more urgent.

"Ya gotta wake up soon man, I don't know were we gotta go from here, cause we gotta keep moving right...I mean you said I'll heal quicker, and I know you do...so get you 'Wolverine' on man." Jacob pleads as he pulls the square glass bottle of whiskey off the wood grain console and takes another drink.

Mehring Way Dock yards

Just outside of Cincinnati

A black BMW 7 series sits dramatically out of place on the empty dockyard gravel road that weaves in between a series of massive warehousing units. A man with a black trench coat and black fedora leans impatiently against the hood of the car watching the sun set over the water.

The solitude of the barren docks and serenity of the setting sun is shattered by a series of headlights from a total of three approaching vehicles.

Kenny 'Irish' Conely turns his heavily bandaged head towards the oncoming lights and pulls some gauze away from his right eye to get a better look.

"What the fuck is this..." he says to himself as the three vehicles come to a stop a few feet from the rear of his car.

A total of nine men exit the three vehicles and approach in a loose mob enclosing 'Irish' in a semi-circle.

"You Kenny?" One of the men ask gruffly.

"Irish' will do fine, and you are." 'Irish' says trying to look past the headlights to get a read on the features of his inquisitor.

"Kill the lights." 'Irish' says angrily.

"Sorry about that." a second voice says from 'Irish's' left.

The second guy emits a quick half whistle and the lights of the cars go dark. The second voice steps forward and puts his hand out to shake with 'Irish'.

"Oh good you're here." 'Irish' says as he looks down at the mans hand. "Who the fuck are you?" 'Irish' says looking back into the eyes of the man without ever taking his hand.

"I am an associate of Mr. Jamesons." The guy says receding his hand.

"Mr. Jameson? You mean Azazel?" 'Irish' says.

"You know his true nature?" The man says with suprise in his voice.

"What, that he's a prick, absolutely." 'Irish' says amused with himself.

"Mr. Jameson is our benefactor and our leader Mr. 'Irish'." The man says almost trance like.

"Wow, he did a number on you fella's huh. Look get him on the phone, I don't have time for your kid games allright." 'Irish' says irritated.

"He's already on the phone, another stooge says presenting what would appear to be the leader a flip up cellular phone.

The man directly in front of 'Irish' receives the phone and hands it over to 'Irish'.

"Really, we couldn't have done all that with one pass?" 'Irish' says taking the phone and putting it to his bandage covered right ear.

"Asmodeous?" The voice on the other end questions.

"Yep. Thought you were meeting me here." 'Irish' says in return.

"I was going to, something major came up." Azazel replies.

"I hardly doubt it's more pressing than what we have here." 'Irish' confirms.

"Yes, what is all this about Lucifer now?" Azazel says in a unstirred voice.

"You listen to me...you have no idea, what we just walked into, you little fucking prick. You get up here and you get all bad ass with me, you need to fall in line and remember who's running this fucking show!" 'Irish' says spitting.

"I know exactly who...me. You gave me all of your contacts, got me set up so we could move forth, and we are moving forth Asmodeous. You are to high profile, always being watched remember. I was to fly under the radar, that's exactly what I am doing, I am completing the mission, while you run around and play with mortals." Azazel charges.

"Your on your way to Vegas right now aren't you." 'Irish' says.

"I am completing the mission. My mission, my plan, not yours. Frankly your usefulness has really run out Asmodeous...I really do appreciate all you did, I appreciate all of your contacts and all of our brethren swathing a path for me to become king, I cn't thank you enough." Azazel continues.

"I make three phone calls, three phone calls and I bring the world crashing around your foolish head." 'Irish' threatens.

"Three...I always thought you said two phone calls, did you fall in the rankings?" Azazel goads.

"Hardly. Just more interested parties in your murder." 'Irish' retorts.

"Well, it's gonna be hard making phone calls without a head my friend...thanks again." Azazel adds, and hangs up.

'Irish' slightly mystified by the betrayal snaps the phone shut and sets in on the hood of his car. He takes a deep breath and listens to the soft clicking and chocking of small arms fire.

"I guess he's no longer in my five." 'Irish' says running his right hand up the back of his jacket and grasping the handle of his chrome hand axe.

The Hubert Rogers Perkins rest stop

just off I-71

Ohio/Kentucky border.

Jacob has re-dressed all of his various wounds save the bullet that penetrated his shoulder and exited just inside of his shoulder blade. True to Bub's admission it already looks better than a bullet wound sustained a mere twenty four hours ago should look but it still hurts like hell. He stands in the small bathroom studying the powder burns and seemingly singed skin around the shrinking blood crusted entrance wound.

"How long you gonna look at that?" Bub's voice cracks from outside of the bathroom.

Jacob stops and quickly spins around the doorway of the bathroom to see a wobbly Bub lighting a cigarette of his own.

"Hard to do with only one hand." Bub admits.

"Your awake." Jacob says relieved.

"Yeah, I survived you shooting me." Bub confirms.

"Look I am sorry about that man..." Jacob starts.

"Eh, don't mention it. Were even for the whole looking into hell bit I pulled on you." Bub concedes.

"No, that was way worse." Jacob says.

"Were are we?" Bub asks.

"Just North of Kentucky according to the signs." Jacob says still thinking about the evenness of the two calamities.

"Good...that's really good. We gotta go. Wallins Creek." Bub nods.

"Wallins Creek, what. Kentucky?" Jacob says pushing a bandage over his shoulder wound.

"Yes." Bub affirms.

"Were is that?" Jacob asks confused.

Bub turns and gives Jacob a how should I know look.

"Right. Let ,me get dressed, I'm sure they have maps at the kiosk thing here." Jacob says.

"See if they have any 'Hot Pockets'." Bub asks.

Mehring Way, just west of I-71 south.

A police car sits behind a black BMW 7 series with its roof top lights rolling the all to familiar red and blue.

Five minutes ago Officer Gordon Burns was taking a break and talking to his wife on his cell-phone snuggled just south of the docks. It's an area he stops at most nights to talk to his wife, always around the same time. One  A.M. is when his new baby girl Hanna gets up to be fed, so he knows he can always talk to his newlywed bride, to assure her he is safe.

Officer Gordon Burns slips out of his cruiser careful not to catch his nightstick and gun on the door or seatbelt and slowly shuts the door of his cruiser.

"Hey, how are we doing?" Officer Gordon says unclasping the leather snap latch on his service revolver.

He begins his approach towards the blacked out BMW continuing to talk to an unseen driver.

"I'm gonna need some identification that tells me your allowed to be in the shipyard." Officer Gordon continues as he reaches the back window and slinks towards the open window. He looks inside the car and sees the heavily bandaged and now more bloody head of Kenny ' Irish'.

Before Officer Gordon has an opportunity to react his whole body snaps backwards as his head juts back from the force of a bullet between the eyes. Officer Gordon rises slightly onto his tippy-toes than falls in a heap to the cool early morning concrete. The single bullet echo's through the street and warehouses.

'Irish' leans slightly out the window of his BMW and looks at the gurgling police officer for a moment, then rolls up his pitch black tinted window and drives away.

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Valley Chapter 2 Verse 14 ’Pain Redifined’

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Chapter 2

Detroit Michigan

New Center area apartment complex

13^th floor

apartment 1307

Jacob turns the door handle to his New Center apartment and crosses the threshold.

"Hello?" Jacob calls out.

"Back here." Audrey calls back from the bedroom.

Jacob walks past the scarcely decorated living room, past the half competed sage curtain fabric and down the hallway leading to the bedroom. He focuses in on Audrey who is laying on her stomach reading. She is wearing a pair of Pajamas and has her legs raised up behind her at the knee and her feet crossed. He pauses for a moment as he looks at how her dark hair frames hr face and highlights her dark eyes. She looks as if she has woken up only a few minutes ago, but, as always is a picture of radiant perfection.

They've been together a little more than a year, and to this day, at this very moment Jacob's mouth grows parch and he runs through his mental tiers looking for a polished greeting.

"What are ya doing...reading a comic book?" Jacob says as he slips out of his leather jacket and tosses it on the bed next to Audrey.

"It's not a comic book, it's a graphic novel." Audrey keenly points out.

"Oh, I'm sorry geek, graphic novel." Jacob chuckles as he leans in to kiss her.

Audrey reciprocates and closes the book on her finger so not to lose her spot.

"You just wake up." Jacob asks as he walks inquisitively towards the window in the bedroom.

"No, I've been up for awhile." Audrey says as she rolls over to watch his approach to the window.

"Oh..." Jacob says becoming uninterested in her response.

"What's up babe?" Audrey asks finding a suitable scrap of paper for a bookmark and climbing off the bed.

"Dark out, I mean really dark." Jacob says as he turns the window crank open to let the cool air in.

"Storms coming." Audrey says as she steps behind him and puts her left arm under his left arm and her right over his right shoulder and snuggles into his back.

"It just keeps getting darker and darker though." Jacob mutters putting his left hand onto her right hand and lightly squeezing it.

"It only gets darker from here." Audrey says slowly slipping her grasp away from Jacob.

Jacob turns around and watches her crawl back onto the bed and get into an Indian style

sitting position.

"I'll tell you what, I am just fucking tired right now." Jacob says falling recklessly on the bed alongside Audrey face first.

"You can't go to sleep." Audrey says falling back on the bed on her back so that their faces are inches from each other.

"Just a quick power nap." Jacob says snuggling his face in the comforter.

"You can't. You have to much to do." Audrey reasons.

"Yeah...what is so important, that it can't wait...did you hear that?" Jacob says poking his head up off the bed.

"No." Audrey says turning her head to look up at him.

"That, there it is again, you can't hear that?" Jacob asks again.

"No." Audrey again affirms.

"It's loud as hell, it sounds like...breathing. I mean it sounds like the breathing of a man who ran a marathon, you can't hear that?" Jacob says pulling himself all the way off the bed, back to his feet to listen.

"I can't hear it...it's yours." Audrey says softly.

"What's mine...the breathing?" Jacob asks puzzled.

Audrey nods her head in agreement.

'Hardcore Nightclub'

Streetsboro Ohio.

Jacob opens his eyes and struggles to focus. His right cheek rests on the wooden dance floor of the club, for whatever reason he focuses in on all of the unchecked grime and dirt particles on the surface of the floor and closest to his face. The noises that start to reverberate through his head are muffled and indistinguishable. He swallows hard and drags his left arm that was pinned under his body free and towards his face. The motion of moving his arm sends a searing pain from what feels like his heart to his head and back in a nano second causing Jacob to scream. The scream erupts in his chest and bounces through his skull on the wait out of his mouth, once there it comes out as a soft but long huff.

Fighting past the inexplicable pain Jacob manages to get his right arm up over his head and rolls his body onto his right elbow and twists his body in the direction of all of the perplexing commotion. His eyes again go through a drawn out focus period and he blinks a few times, only to reveal the same sight with every subsequent blink.

His 'Uncle' Kenney 'Irish' Conely is holding his right arm outstretched and talking. In the outstretched arm is a dangling red baby, for all intense purposes it appears as if 'Irish' is choking the red child.

"I can't believe this, the mighty Lucifer, a mockery of a cartoon child. Did you think, in all of your ignorant and finite wisdom you and this drug riddled child could stop me!" 'Irish' screams as his face grows to a scowl and the red baby struggles more.

"My Idol, the man I followed into certain doom on the field of battle, reduced to this, dying in my hand. You foolish pathetic traitor, betrayer of your doctrine, I will choke the life from you like time is choking the life from your General Ivvim!" 'Irish' smiles.

Jacob pulls his body around to face the seen at hand as strange words form in his head and urge to be released from his lips. He puts his right hand on a sheath that contains a sword...his sword. Clasping the sheath with his right hand he turns it upwards and precariously pulls himself to his feet. His legs have little interest in standing and his knees second the motion but he remains upright.

As for the strange words forming in his head, finding the sword seemed to string them together, as they race for his lips.

"Irish...let him go you fuck..." Jacob pants.

'Irish' turns his head away from Bub and looks directly at Jacob. His eyes widen in disbelief as he looks over the nearly crippled by his hand Jacob Valley.

"Put Bub down, you bitch." Jacob huffs growing more coherent and more defiant.

"Wow, you got balls kid." Irish says with a grin.

The momentary distraction of Jacob allows Bub to wriggle loose of 'Irish's' grasp and bite down hard onto the webbing of his hand between the thumb and index finger. 'Irish' releases Bub in reaction to the sudden spike of pain. Bub falls to the floor and with no recovery time has latched onto Kenny 'Irish's' calf with his teeth.

"Ahhhhh." 'Irish' growls reaching down and grabbing Bub and violently and painfully pulling him from the meaty back of his leg.

As Irish pulls Bub to his face Bub, latches his little hands onto 'Irish's' head causing him to immediately scream with disoriented visions. Bub's left hand covers 'Irish's' right eye and his left pushes back on the demons chin. The struggle causes Bub's little hands to shift on 'Irish's' face sending the last two fingers of Bub's left hand into the buzz saw teeth of 'Irish's' mouth. Seizing the opportunity and acting out of survival 'Irish' bites down and severs the two fingers of Bub. The excruciating pain of the severed appendages causes Bub to lose focus and free 'Irish' from the mind hell he temporarily had trapped him in.

Irish pulls Bub back over his head and throws him with deadly velocity across the room. The small red body of Bub crashes into the glass front jukebox across the room and falls limp upon impact.

'Irish' momentarily admires his handy work spits the two small red digits to the floor and turns to face Jacob. His eyes don't even have a chance to focus on Jacob as a definite pain runs up his spine and into his head. He looks down to find Jacob chest to chest with him, the sword in which Jacob had used to rise to his feet is hilt deep through his ribs and protruding on an upward angle out his back. The sword is coated in thick dark blood, the blood that courses Through the demon 'Asmodeous' also known as 'Irish'.

'Irish' growls and his lip quivers as he wedges his arms between Jacob and himself and pushes free of Jacob. An already weakened Jacob manages a twist of the sword as he stumbles backwards and surveys the damage he has caused.

'Irish' rolls the bony fingers of his left hand around the swords handle and pulls it away from him, exposing a good five inches of the steel blade that was previously inside of him. He then with a deafening growl snaps the weapon in two, a handle and five inches of jagged blade and the rest of the sword still protruding out of his gnarled demon back.

Jacob stunned by the monstrosity advances recklessly with out a planned attack. The foolhardy advancement causes 'Irish' to simply kick Jacob in the groin, collapsing the already weakened opponent.

Jacob Valley remains on his knees doubled over and head to the floor, his initial yelp is now overtaken with obvious sobbing, pain frustration and rage force his tear ducts to release, his nose to run and mouth to drool.

"I honestly never thought you had this in you Jakey-boy..." 'Irish' grunts as he reaches back to remove the rest of the shattered weapon from his back. He allows the front peice with the handle to fall to the floor but takes interest in the longer jagged and pointed back part, twirling it in his left hand as he circles the fallen and fetal Jacob.

"If I would have known you had all of this in you, we could have had a much different relationship." 'Irish' says continuing to Twirl the blade in his left hand.

"Fuck...you..." Jacob hisses.

'Irish' twirls the blade on lest time so that the blade point is facing down and raises his left arm up over his head in preparation to strike downward into Jacob's skull. 'Irish' is momentarily distracted by the shifting of glass from the demolished jukebox face. A quick glance by 'Irish' reveals that Bub has fled. 'Irish' hastily strikes downward with the sword. Jacob feeling the attack coming through his head back, but his battered body betrayed him and did not get entirely out of the way of the strike. 'Irish' indeed misses Jacob's head but manages to pin Jacob's left thigh and shin into the wooden floor below as the sword runs through both leg extensions due to Jacob's kneeling and prone position.

Again the unbelievable and surreal pain causes Jacob to scream in an unheard pitch as again his mind is thrown into a state of flux from cascading pain. 'Irish' currently more concerned with the whereabouts of Bub kicks Jacob in the side of the head sending him forward to the floor. Still pinned to the wooden dance floor he falls forward resting his forehead against the floor and wrapping his hands around the blade he so desperately want to focus on.

"Were did you go Lord Lucifer?" he hears 'Irish' say as he listens to the heavy footsteps of his would be murderer move away.

Jacob turns his head and watches Bub attempt a second attack on 'Irish's' calf. 'Irish' quickly turns away from the biting Bub and kicks him across the floor. The small broken body of Bub skids across the floor and comes to a rest a few feet from Jacob and inches from the two guns thrown in the middle of the floor.

'Irish' slowly begins to walk towards the both of them slipping the blinding chrome hand axe from the holster in his back. Jacob rolls his head forward and grasps both hands around the top of the protruding blade causing his hands to bleed against the razor edges of the sword. He feels his jaw clamp so tight that it sends micro fractures across the enamel of his teeth.

Turning his head back to find the progress of 'Irish' he sees the small body of Bub raised up off the floor and the menacing black boots of 'Irish' take it's place. Jacob locks his eyes tight and tries to pull upward on the blade.

There is a slight give as it seems to free it's tip from the floor. Opening his eyes he sees Audrey crouched down on her haunches, she has a sad look in her eyes. She places her slender index finger over her beautiful pouting lips, and whispers a "shhhhhh."

Jacob again clamps his eyes closed and again pulls upward on the blade, slipping it through both parts of his leg and free. He obeys Audrey's warning and makes hardly a whimper. Falling to his left he wraps his right hand around the wood handle of 'Irish's' revolver and rolls back to his knees. One attempt to raise to his feet is quickly nixed and Jacob takes aim from his knees at 'Irish's' head hoping for a expedient opening.

Jacob fires the gun. The bullet passes through the right shoulder blade of Bub and into the orbital socket on the right side of 'Irish's' face. The bullet rips through the head of 'Irish' exiting with a trail of brain matter and skull fragments.

Seemingly in slow motion the demon face of 'Irish' contorts as his mouth falls open. He releases the grasp on Bub and the two hit the wooden floor at the same time lifeless.

Jacob falls forward and army crawls towards 'Irish' and puts a second round through the left ear of the fallen demon and releases the gun from his grasp.

After a moments silence falls over the club Jacob releases a primal wail that seems to shake through the rafters of the night club.

Knowing time is of the essence he pulls himself back to his knees and grabs the limp arm of Bub and pulls him close. He cradles the small body of Bub against his chest and again attempts to get to his feet. Methodically and haphazardly he rises to his feet, and begons to shuffle forward.

"Don't die. Don't die, I need you." Jacob mutters.

The weight once again placed on his left leg is more than the heavily damaged appendage can handle and in a heap the two fall back to the floor. Jacob continues to cradle Bub tightly, as he blocks the immense pain in his own body.

"Hold on...hold on...don't die...don't die...I need you...don't die....Audrey...baby, please, don't die..." Jacob pleads.

He is holding the half naked love of his life Audrey cradled against his chest. She is pale white and blends in with the comfort on their bed. Jacob can't stop repeating and begging for her to hold on. His tears rain down across her beautiful lifeless face down her cheeks and onto the graphic novel she was reading a few days earlier.

"Please, I'll get you out of here....please...don't die gypsy girl." Jacob sobs uncontrollably as a few distant sirens seem to grow closer.

Jacob again pulls himself to his feet and grips Bub tighter than ever as he continues to plead for Bub to hang on. By the time the two reach the dark hallway of the club towards the heavy metal door exit, Jacob stumbles and falls again to his knees.

"C'mon baby!" Jacob yells as he rocks Audrey and looks up to the heavens and screams

"Fuck you!" with unmatched venom and rage in his voice.

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Sorry it took so long for a new Verse, I have been very hard at work on www.straybullet.bravehost.com  Please  check it out, Valley will be postet there along with plenty of other cool stuff. Movie and music and television reviews etc... Also take a 'Cast Valley the movie Quiz' kinda cool check it out.

Chapter 2

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Ladies and Gentelman.  I will post only one more chapter of Valley on my myspace. From that point on it will go back to the regular forum of bitching whining and complaining.  Were I pretend that someone is interested in my rather mundane life.

The reason is from this point on a new website dedicated to Valley, other short stories, and pop culture reviews, be it television, movies, music, books, video games...you get the idea, is beinning tommorow 5-21-08.

The website you ask...  www.straybullet.bravehost.com   it is going to be a weekly updated forum of all kinds of good time goodness.  Like everything else I start I as always would love your support and pass it along to any and everybody that will listen.

If anyone is interested in contributing to www.straybullet.bravehost.com  feel free to contact me through myspace, my e-mail address Jeffkeaton@sbcglobal.net or the sites address straybulletstaff@sbcglobal.net . 

So please I beg all of you check it out!

www.straybullet.bravehost.com

thanks

Jeff

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