Chapter 9 - In Which The Wrong Dream Comes True

Lozen was sure what she expected as she started down into the mines and as per usual, her low expectations were proven correct. The mine was dark, almost completely so if not for a few gas lamps hanging so loosely from the wall it looked like they were going to wall out if the fact that someone put flammable gas in a mine didn't kill people first. Everything was jagged and rough, even the piles of rubble beneath her cut into her feet through the soles of her boots. There was an overwhelming odor of oil and other harmful substances that made her feel like she was about to pass out. Along the way, she past a few tiny skeletons lying on the floor, ones she believed belonged to birds of some sort, but she chose to ignore that for now.

No matter how many red flags and obvious dangers she passed, there was always more tunnels branching off through the earth and more lost souls manning them. Some of them looked already dead, shuffling up and down the mine tunnels with a lifeless look into their eyes and their bare feet dragging themselves through the sharp debris covering the floor. Their clothes were just as mattered as the ones above and their hair just as wild and grime ridden, but sometimes she saw someone who hadn't spent long down in this subterranean limbo. They were cleaner and always wore something way too formal for a mine, making her think they must have been new to even the concept of a job let alone one down here. It was almost tragic. In a few years, that cleanly shaven mug would be covered in the miniscule scraps this mine had to offer and their fine clothes would be torn from their bodies. Such a waste, but not her problem.

The soon to be dead souls were at least the most helpful to her. This place was a literal maze of tunnels and simply trying to go down the ones that went down was proving fruitless. Every passageway curved up when it should have gone down or continued straight ahead for what felt like miles until she backtracked. Though, the ones who still thought they might make it big had enough life in them to help her out. They always pointed her in the right direction and often times gaze her an outright map almost just at the mention of Tobias's name. "That guy? Yeah, he should just be a few more meters down." They always said, thankfully giving her enough guidance to start descending. However, when she got deep enough, she didn't need the people to guide her anymore. The walls did that well enough.

They had been mostly barren during her trek, minus the occasional sprinkle of blood and holes that had been blown into them, but soon the wreckage was relaxed by much smoother tunnels. Lozen thought they must have been naturally formed given how flat and sanded down they became, a theory which was confirmed as she approached their end. There were fewer to no workers as well as railing and the lights had been reduced to single lanterns on the ground, but she still saw what had been painted on the walls.

She stopped when she saw them at first because they reminded her of the same paintings were grandmother had shown her. Ones of men with spears hunting down coyotes and those with bows aimed at antelope. Some were of gatherings where entire villages gathered around fireplaces and dancing whom he smoke rose into the sky. Others were of children being born, special or loved ones highlighted by light and bowed to by all the people. Those were the ones she noticed the most.

So many special children, ones who were cherished so much their images were drawn onto walls like these so they would never be forgotten. She didn't know their names. No one did. There weren't enough people around to remember them anymore. For a brief second, she simply stared at those images, wondering how long it had been since the last ones who had memories of them had died and then how it happened. Did the colonizers come in, butcher the old and anyone else who could recall why they painted those images in the first place? Or had it happened slowly. One more person forgetting every generation until they let the stories slip away without a drop of blood being spilled?

Whatever the reason, it was over now. Their stories were forgotten and now, they just needed to stay alive. Though she had yet to figure out why. Maybe it was so that one day, someone could answer that. So that someone could give them a reason to survive and write on these walls again.

But for now, she had to keep them going. For one more day or one more second, until someone worth writing about came.

She didn't realize she had paused at first, but she started marching back down the tunnels once she realize she had, letting the paintings pass her by in her descent.

A noise came rising up from end as she continued her plunge, a rhythmic clanking that sounded like iron striking stone. The only clanking she now heard in the tunnels. Her pace increased as she heard the sound, weapon drawn and focusing on the growing light source again. She rounded on finals corner before coming to a stop as she finally saw the end of the tunnel. It was still covered in hundreds of drawings, but the light source was centered around a series of lanterns lined up against the walls that were foolishly accompanied by sticks of dynamite.

Standing with his back to her was another prospector wearing raggedy overalls the color of mud and a hat that was about a year away from dissolving. He was swinging a pickaxe down into the wall, stabbing the figures painted onto them and breaking apart their images. Lozen froze at first when she saw that, but pushed the thoughts down as she pulled back her weapons hammer.

"Tobias Moore?" She said after the click caused the man to freeze in place. "That's you, right?" The man didn't say a word, keeping the axe froze above his head as a clear shake started to take hold of his body and a tiny whimper escaped his mouth. Eventually the axe cane falling out of his hands as his grip completely vanished and he even lowered himself onto his knees without her having to say a word.

"Y-Y-You fr-from Isc-Isc-Isc-Isc" He trier stuttering out to which Lozen sighed before saying "No. Iscariot didn't send me. I'm just here to take you in."

The man let out an audible sigh before asking "Y-You a b-b-bounty hunter?"

"Yes. Now come on. Don't make this difficult and I won't have to kill you."

"D-D-Do you k-k-k-know who I-"

"Tobias Moore. Wanted in the state of Texas, Oklahoma, and Arkansas for robbery totalling up to 150 dollars. Former member of the Iscariot gang, long since disbanded."

"B-B-But Iscariot'll kill you if you-"

"Five seconds ago you were worried he had sent a man to kill you. So why would you expect me to believe he'd care about your life?"

The man fell silent for a moment before saying "W-Well-"

"The bounty wants you alive, so if you don't give me a reason, you'll make it out of this unharmed."

"How can I-I-I trust-"

"You can't."

The man again fell silent before saying "I've got some gold in my pocket. If you let me go, you can have it." At first Lozen though he might be joking, but that flimsy lie started to make sense when she saw the man's hands launch down to his waistline. She already knew he had a gun holstered to his side, but the only reason she didn't shoot him before he could grab it was because he had forgotten to remove the binding strap that kept the gun in place.

When he tried pulling out the weapon, it snapped on the strap and stayed right in place, but Moore didn't notice that. He kept trying to pull out the weapon, even wrapping his other hand around the handle and trying to rip out the weapon with all of his strength, but only ended up tugging at his belt and pants. This obviously lessened his balance, causing him to stumble from wall to wall until he eventually fell into the floor, still struggling to pull the weapon out. He started squirming on the floor like an angry child, kicking up dust and rock as he kept struggling like a fish dying in land.

Lozen didn't even think he knew the holster strap was still in place. Either way, it was hard to watch him keep struggling like that. She wondered how someone who looked so pathetic could possibly be in league with a man like Iscariot, but given what Judas had told her, he wasn't entirely unexpected. Her face cringed as she saw the pathetic fool writhe on the ground and she said as he continued to squirm "Alright. That's enough." He continued regardless.

"Please stop. This is difficult to look at."

Still he pressed on and she let outer another sigh, something she had a feeling she was going to do a lot of before the day was over. However, her attention was pulled back behind her when a sound cane echoing down the tunnel. At first her instincts told her it was someone dangerous, but then she heard the sound of huffing and puffing come echoing down the passageway followed by a familiar voice saying "Oh Christ. How many of these things did those bastards make?"

Another sigh, as she predicted escaped her mouth as she heard the footsteps grow and grow in volume until eventually her companion came marching around the corner. "Oh. There you are. Couldn't have picked somewhere closer.....to the.....entrance." Judas said, his voice growing dimmer as he stopped by her side, seeing what had become of his former teammate.

"Does he usually do this?" She asked.

"I don't even know what this is. Does he not realize-"

"The guard strap is in place."

"Huh. That's...almost impressive." He said, crossing his arms and to which Lozen shot him a confused, even shaming look.

"What?! Name one other person you know who is this stupid!"

Lozen thought about it for a moment before tilting her head in defeat and returning her attention to the sub human before her.

"I'm gonna stop this." She said, lowering her weapon down to the ground in front of Moore, but Judas spoke first.

"Wait, wait, wait!! I wanna see how long it takes."

"For what?"

"For anything. Him to realize how stupid he is or that me, a dead guy he shot in the back, literally, for the record, is-" He leaned towards the fool. "STANDING IN FRONT OF HIM, FRESHLY RETURNED FROM HELL!!!"

Somehow Moore didn't take note of that and just continued thrashing.

"See what I mean? Impressive."

Lozen just stared at her companion in bewilderment, but tossed the thought away before saying "Alright, enough of this." She fired a single shot in the first in front of Moore which finally caused him to stop his pathetic attempts at intelligence and stare up at her.

"Also, how are you out of breath? You don't have lungs."

"That's a terrific question. My personal theory is that god just hates me."

"Seriously?"

"Oh I'm sorry. What's your explanation? And make sure to include the fact that I'm a fucking skeleton that glows in your thesis."

Lozen rolled her eyes and before she or Judas could day anything else, Moore's pathetic voice spoke up once again.

"J-J-Jebediah?!" He cried out, causing Lozen to look over her shoulder, expecting to see someone else walk in, but it was still just the three of them. She then leaned in and asked Judas "Who's this Jebediah?"

"No idea. Never head of him. Best knock this guy out just incase he-"

"J-Jebediah!! But-but-but your dead!! Y-Y-You were sh-shot!!"

It started to dawn on her when he said that. She glanced over at the deadman and said "You're name's Jebediah?" He didn't say a word for a moment before saying "Well, what's a name anyways? Isn't it just a title we were given at birth that we decided to convey tooooooooo...." His voice trailed off when he saw the discontent look that Lozen used to burn a hole through his skull.

"Okay, fine!! Yes, my name is Jebediah, but that's not exactly a name that strikes fear into the hearts of the blackest hearts!! You don't hear people crying out "Run for the hills, it's Jebediah Crone" and-SHIT!!!" He shouted that out when he realized he had used his last name.

"Crone? Your last name is Crone?" Lozen said, almost finding that a little funny, but to Judas or "Jebediah", he seemed more wounded than even after he had been shot. "Look, can we talk about this for later! And not go around calling me that in the meantime! I'm Judas Kremly and let's just leave it there for now!!"

"What's going on?! How the hell are you alive!!! We killed you!! We buried you!!" Moore cried out, scrambling back against the wall he had not a few moments ago been hammering into. Lozen opened her mouth to reply, but stopped when she felt Judas rested a hand on her shoulder. "Hold up there, Locarto."

"Lozen."

"Will you quit it!! Anyways, I've been preparing for this for a long time and I will not let my one chance slip away!!"

Lozen rolled her eyes and said "Fine. Just make it quick and don't kill him yet."

"Oh don't worry. I'm not gonna kill him. I'm gonna do much worse."

She raised an eyebrow at that, expecting him to say "scene", but instead he leaned in, thankfully anticipating her reaction and whispering into her ear "Ignore that. I know what I'm doing. I won't kill him, but I am getting my pay off." With that, he patted her shoulder and started slowly walking towards the cowering fool, his hands slowly unraveling the bindings around his head. Moore continued pressing his back against the wall, eyes and jaw wide, and entire body trembling. "So. I guess you're a lot smarter than I remember. That makes you as dumb as the dirt now. Congratulations on the graduation. And since you're a lot smarter than before, can you remember one more thing for me?"

He stopped right in front of Moore, the coward looking close to a heart attack as the deadman slowly unfurled his bindings.

"The fires of hell burn a lot more than your flesh, Tobias. They burn your very soul and that can leave some pretty severe scars. Mental ones. So if you could, I'd like help remembering something."

The final tie came loose and Judas tore his bindings off, revealing his unholy figure to the coward. Lozen honestly didn't care though. In her eyes, the worst that could happen was someone thought this wormy bastards was insane. As long as she made sure no one else came, which given the decrepit state of this place, she doubted anyone would regardless.

Moore let out a pathetic scream as he saw the deadman, one Lozen couldn't really blame him for and Judas was absolutely adoring. "What exactly did you do to me? I can only remember bits a pieces or at least the ones you blew from my head. Tell me, what was it you said to me right before you put me in the ground?" Judas said before Moore cried out "YOU'RE DEAD!!! YOU'RE DEAD!!!!!!"

"Oh, I'm well aware of that and it took me a hell of a long time to fix that. I dueled with the devil himself and one my freedom from the inferno just to come back and put you down there in my place."

"NO!!!"

"Hush now. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to sit right there and just let it happen. Don't worry. It's only the anticipation that's frightening."

Judas raised his hand up and grabbed his spectral weapon from thin air.

"Once it's done, there won't be anything left of you to be afraid. Before that however, I want you to remember one last thing."

He pulled the hammer back, causing Moore to let out a massive yelp.

"I want your to recall every single time you jumped up on that table and called the rest of us nobodies. Every time you wouldn't shut your fat mouth and every instances you got me shot at by Pinkertons because you just needed to let them know how fantastic you were."

After she heard that, Lozen found herself muttering "Don't know where he got that idea."

Judas lowered his weapon until the barrel was pressed against Moore's heart, finally causing the fool to shut up.

"So, for every single time you annoyed me and the rest of the gang, I do all of us and everyone you'll ever meet a huge favor."

Moore muttered "No, no, no. P-P-Please. I don't want to die."

"Funny you had to say that. Because I know so many people who do. You'd be one of them too. Because I won't kill you. I'll pull out that tiny soul of yours and I'll swallow it whole. Then, it'll burn in a fire hotter than the Devils inferno, a furnace if unsanity dancing atop your mind until you can't even remember who you are. It'll break you in every way you can be. Body, mind, and soul."

Moore tried saying something else, but all that came out was a tiny whimper.

"Don't worry. You'll be as you always were. Little Moore." Judas finally said before letting a deep silence take hold of the room. Moore whimpered, Judas almost certainly smiled, and Lozen thought about buying a watch just so she had something to check the time on. These little speeches were getting tiresome to her and there was some little part of her that wanted to shoot the deadman just to make the process go on, but she was stuck for a solid half a minute in pure silence.

Then, Judas pulled his weapon back from the man, jumped back onto his feet, and let out a quick laugh as he broke whatever messily tension he was trying to build. Moore still looked frozen in place, trembling like a sick dog and staring up at the specter with wide, terrified eyes. Sweet poured from his brow as Judas started taking small steps away from him, saying "Oh yeah. That felt right."

He spun around to face Lozen again, smile stretching from ear to ear as he said "God. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to say that." Lozen gave a small, dismissive hum before saying "Are you done now?"

"Oh yeah. Do what you want with him. Though there's gonna be something I need to-"

"NOOOO!!!!!" Moore's voice suddenly cried out, causing both Lozen and Judas to jump before flinging their attentions over towards the man. The veins on his neck bulged as he screamed and his hands finally pulling his gun from his holster. However, before Lozen could react, Moore instead pulled the pistol up to the side of his own head and cried out "YOU WON'T TAKE ME!!"

Then, with one ear shattering bang, Moore pulled the trigger and spilled his own blood all over the walls. Lozen widened her eyes as she saw the carnage and the man's body flinging to the side, crashing into several of the lanterns he left lying around. For a moment, both she and the deadman simply stared at the newly made corpse in utter shock, but the silence didn't last for long.

"Well...that simplifies things." Judas said, his voice still clearly shaken and Lozen holstered her weapon as she replied "What the hell was that?!"

"What does it look like?!!? He blew his brains out!!"

"I can see that! Does that happen often when you intimidate people?!"

"No!! I think."

"What do you mean you think?!"

"Well, I usually I ride off into the night before they can-"

He was cut off and they both jumped a clear foot off the ground as a moan cane echoing out from the corpse. Judas spun around and Lozen leaned to her side to see that the body was, much to her horror, still moving. Blood started spurting out of the mouth as the entire cadaver convulsed, but then she saw to details in it head. One, it's eyes were still as wide as if it were alive and two, the holes that he had put in his heads were indeed through his head, but it was in one of those manners that she had only heard of in stories.

There were some parts of the brain she knew were in some way extraneous, meaning it you shot yourself in just yeh right way, it wouldn't kill you, but she had no idea what that was like in person. She always hated having to hear such a story, but seeing it in person was much, much worse. Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes went as wide as Moore's with the same tremor temporarily grabbing hold of. A hundred questions raced through her mind What was it like?! Was he in pain!? Was he even alive or was this like when lightning struck a corpse and it started twitching!!?

"Fucking hell!! Shoot it!!" Judas cried out as he jumped away from the twitching body and that was all the motivation Lozen needed before drawing and firing her weapon. However, the horror at what she was saying was messing with her aim and resulted in the bullets striking the bodies stomach. That proved he was in fact alive, because he let out a garbled scream of pain and wrapped his hands over the wound blown into his gut as his eyes threatened to pop out of his socket.

"What are you doing!? Kill him!!!!!" Judas cried out to which Lozen replied with three more shoots, none of which hit a vital point. They just kept hitting a lung or arm, only causing more pain to ripple through him as opposed to death. His screams were filling the hallway and leaving her in a wrecked state that Judas was certainly not helping in the slightest.

"Are waiting for a starting bell!? Keep shooting!!"

"Why aren't you?!! You can kill him instantly!!"

Judas paused for a second before saying "Oh right."

Moore had just reached a hand out to him as Judas raised his weapon and with one shot, ended the poor bastards suffering.

Lozen didn't realize her lungs were huffing and puffing by the time body finally fell limp against the ground, but she didn't try and stop it.

"Fuck!! What the hell was that?!"

"I.....I've heard about this. There are places in the head that aren't fatal to shoot."

"That's a thing?!"

"Apparently. Are you sure those bullets kill in one shot?"

"Oh yeah. That's a big part of the whole mysterious rider story. He who never misses and adds to the grave with every round he fires."

Sensing his gloating, Lozen said "Judas, not the time. If he's dead, then grab the body and let's go before it starts rotting."

"No! You're the sidekick, so you carry the body!"

"And you're the one who made him shoot himself."

"But that didn't kill him!"

"I know. That's the problem! Just get him."

Judas let out a small groan as Lozen holstered her weapon, but right before they could make a move, a single sound came radiating out through the tunnel. It sounded like someone lighting a match, but was immediately followed by the sound of something sparking and burning. Both of their attention flew back down to the corpse and the source of the sound stuck out to them immediately.

In the skirmish, Moore's arm must have accidently knocked over one of the lanterns, shattering it across the floor and causing the melting wax inside to spill out across the ground. Currently, ground that was covered in dynamite and one of which had been it's short fuse lit and spewing sparks.

Her consciousness subsided once again as adrenaline and her survival instincts kicked in. "Grab the body and run!!!!" She cried out as she spun around and started racing back up through the tunnel with the sound of Judas crying back "Fine! But I am not being to the sidekick to a-!!" She pushes the comment aside as she started back tracking her way through the mine.

Dynamite took different times to detonate depending on the wick, but she had enough experience with explosives to know she had about fifteen seconds before that brick went off. She could hear every second ticking down in her mind, every second of which felt wasted no matter how far she ran. Her legs screamed with exertion and panic and her lungs were close behind, filling with an urgency she had not experienced in a long time.

In gunfights, the threat of obvious and concentrated. Just don't get shot and kill your opponent before you were. But with this, all she could do was run and she hated having to do that. When there wasn't even an option, but it kept her alive and she couldn't be mad at the prospect for long. Though, what made her thoughts hesitate for a moment was what had been painted across them.

They were just paintings and nowhere close to anything actually important, but the thought of them going up in flames kept one small part of her insistent in doing something about it. But all those stories were already forgotten. Who cared if they were buried?

She tried telling herself she didn't.

"GO!!! GO!!! GO!!!" She heard Judas cry out behind her as the latter if his steps drew closer and closer to her. "DO YOU HAVE THE BODY?!?" Lozen exclaimed over her shoulder, but before Judas could answer, their time ran out.

Her ears drum were shattered by the explosion that came echoing down the tunnel and she was blown right off her feet as the shockwave smashed into her back. She flew through the air for what felt like a mile before she felt her stomach come crashing back down on the ground with dozens of pebbles raining down on her back. The sound of crumbling stone kept her pinned to the ground as more and more stone rained down on her bones, but for as much force she felt striking her body, she at the very least wasn't dead. In fact, there didn't appear to be much damage in general.

Lozen inched her head off the ground, braced for the first bursts of pain that would tell her something was broken or the sound of more rocks falling on her, but nothing of the sort occurred. As she looked around, it looked like the only damage the cavern had sustained were a few tiny cracks in the walls and dust that covered everything.

"Huh! Holy shit! We made-" Judas started crying not behind her before Lozen scrambled back into her feet and cut him off "Don't say it!! Just run!!"

"Why?!"

At that instant, an ear shattering crack came exploding out from behind them right before the sound of numerous falling rocks followed closely behind them, but Lozen didn't wait. "RUN!!!" She screamed as she resumed running down the tunnel, the sound of collapsing rocks chasing after her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see cracks racing through the walls around her and even a few stones coming loose. Her eardrums felt like they would shatter once again as the sound of collapsing stone assaulted them and the cries of her companion did the same.

"YES!! YES!!! YEEEESS!!! FINALLY!!!" He cried out in glee as they raced their way through the tunnels, finding the railing network and following it all the way back to familiar territory. The walls started to be lined by the poor people trapped in the mine, only a handful of which even turned to look at the wall of collapsing stone and death that raced towards them. Most, as far as Lozen bothered to notice, just stayed at the walls they slammed their axes into, but she didn't care enough to tell them the obvious. If those idiots were too stupid or slow to survive, then they could get crushed for all she cared.

Rocks started falling in front of her as the noise rushed closer and closer to her and she was forced to dodge around them as the lights around her continued to be the only source of illumination in the cave. No matter how far she ran, how much her lungs burned from both exhaustion and all the noxious elements filling the air, and her feet ached from the rocks that stabbed through the soles of her shoes, she never got closer to the exit. More and more stones strapped past her arms as they fell, covering her with more and more bruises and cuts that she didn't have a moment to even recognize. All she knew was that something on her body hurt and she wasn't anywhere close to the entrance.

Then, after rounding the final corner, she finally saw the finish line. A massive light like that of the sun that burned to look at came into focus. The sight of it sent a new wave of adrenaline rushing through her, banishing the exhaustion and pain surging through her just enough to increase her pace. Short screams echoed up from behind her, somehow over her companions ecstatic cries of "YES!!!" as the wave of rocks drew closer and closer. Right before she swore she was about to be crushed, she ran right into the wall of light and came jumping out of the mouth of the mine.

A wave of rock and dust came bursting out behind her as she slammed into the ground outside and was sent tumbling across the dirt. The cuts and bruises that covered her burned with every inch of earth they collided with, but at the very, very least, she was alive. Though she had no idea what the status of her companion was.

With pain clutching nearly every inch of her, Lozen rolled onto her side to gaze back in the direction of the mine. There wasn't even an opening anymore. Just a maw clogged with massive stones that spilled out of the mine, but lying just in front of it was skeleton wrapped in moonlight with an intact body in hand.

"WOOOOOO!!!! YES!!! THAT WAS AMAZING!!" He cried out, jumping up and down and swinging his fists into the air like the juvenile he was. "What're talking about!?" Lozen exclaimed, adrenaline still coursing through her.

"DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN IT!!?! WE JUST OUTRAN AN EXPLOSION AND AN AVALANCHE!!! TAKE THAT BUFFALO BILL!!! YOU AND BILLY THE KID CAN KISS MY HEROIC ASS!!!"

"It's a cave in, you idiot!! One that almost killed us!!! How can you be so happy?!"

"BECAUSE NAME ONE OTHER LEGEND THAT CAN SAY THEY OUTRAN A CAVE IN!!"

"I also can't name one that made their bounty kill themselves!!!!"

"ISN'T THAT BETTER?!"

"Not when I have to drag said bounty through what is essentially a two hundred mile long oven!!! Could you not have just quit it with your pathetic hero antics for two damn minutes!!?"

"OF COURSE NOT!!!"

"Why?!"

"BECAUSE HOW ELSE WOULD WE'VE OUT RUN A CAVE IN!!?"

Lozen smashed a fist down onto the ground, pushing herself back onto her feet with pain grasping her person and saying "Well the next time you feel like giving people more of a reason to bow down to your name, don't put my life on the line!!! I still have people to stay alive for, you-"

"DEMON!!!" A voice suddenly cried out from behind her, causing Lozen to swing herself around, hands grasping her stomach and eyes widening as she saw the crowd. Nearly every single miner in the camp had rushed out from their tents and graves to either see what had happened or comfort the lucky few who had escaped the mine unharmed. All of them were now staring at her and the deadman behind her with the shocked expression she had been dreading. Ones directed at the skeleton in her company.

Though, the adrenaline was starting to subside as she saw that and considering she and Judas were the only ones armed in the area, she wasn't to worried right now. More anger and annoyed that after surviving a cave in, she had to deal with these people. "Great." She muttered to herself right before she had to hear Judas say "Oooo!! Been a while since I've had a ghost story written about me!! First I get to kill Moore, then I outrun a cave in, and now this!!! This day just keeps getting better and better!! Good evening, fine folk!! I've come for your souls!!"

With that, all of the people in front of them started screaming like mad men and running in every conceivable direction. Lozen sighed again and slapped his hands against his forehead, praying no one had a gun on them to start firing like mad at the "demon" in front of them. "Ahhhhh. I never realized how much I love that until it happens." Judas said in a joyous voice that only increased Lozen's anger before she cried out "BEATRICE!!!! GET OUT HERE NOW!!!"

She didn't give a damn if the horse was a meat eating monster. All she wanted to do was get out of this hellhole before something even worse happened and for the first time today, she got her wish. The sound of hooves came echoing out through the camp with a small cloud of dust being seen in the distance before long, much to Lozen's relief. However, then another thought came to mind and her rage rose back up once again.

"Jebediah-"

"Hey! What did I say about-"

Lozen snapped back at his bickering and emphasized "JEBEDIAH!!! Where is my horse?"

Judas fell quiet as his beastly horse came riding through the tents, but that was all Lozen needed to hear. "Well, it's not like it was a very interesting horse. Can you imagine the sidekick of Hell's Horseman riding some boring-" Judas started saying, but Lozen cut him sort through gritted teeth "Jebediah, just shut up and get the bloated corpse on Beatrice."

"Wait. When you say bloated corpse, is that an insult to me or are you talking about the literal bloating corpse?"

With grim anger festering in her voice, Lozen answered "Yes."