From the City

I hate coming to this type a place more and more each time I walk through their doors. I hate it because it calls to me and it wraps it's arms around me like the Devil when he wanna' tell ya lies. I can hear him lyin to me now....right in my ear tellin me lies. Never walked in here a day in my lfe yet nobody bats an eye at me...it's as if I've always done been here to them, I gets that alot since my crusading started.

"Welcome to The Bull Run. Drink?"....Bartender just as bad as the rest of em'. "Sure...Whatever you want to give me." His eyes linger on me for a bit. Some of them can feel me, some of them know when a slice of Death is in the back yard. I look around the place and I think of Pa all of a sudden. he liked this kind a place, all dark and smokey. I reckon a place like this tries to hide it's self with what it got and all it got is smoke and dark. Fire and pitch.....Hell in a bar called The Bull Run. I feel my guts cramp again..it happens more and more often of late. Like a bunch of hot maggots trying to eat away the meat off my bones. I'm gonna be sick....but not now.

The drink reaches me at the same time the girl does..."Hi Mister, you new around here? I never seen you in here before." She looks young, too young to be in this type a place but then again if anyone gave a shit it wouldn't be "this type" a place. "People call me Sunny, you know like all bright and warm and stuff" I just drink my drink and once I'm done I give her a real look.."John....John Martin.". She stares at me and then glances at my left eye, it's all white, a gift from some devil kin in Boston. Next her eyes float to the scar across my neck, a failed hanging by some folks that swore they were fairies. "You been to war John? Nam or something?" I would have smiled if it wasn't for the ruckus my guts was kickin' up. "Yeah...or something." I say.

She perks up and tries to look sexy, she only looks cheap. "John...you know my uncle owns this bar? And if you want I could show you around it....We got a room in the back where we play cards and stuff but...uh...it's empty now.". Now she's all smiling and twirling her hair like she done seen in some damn picture show. I stand up and look at the Bar Keep, he looks at me and gives me a wink and gives her a hungry glance.

Hell in a bar called The Bull Run....

She makes sure she's well in front of me so as I can see her little "sexy" walk she done practiced. Damn if it didn't get a rise outa me...I must be slippin'. The door in the back was Iron, big surprise, and it had a bolt on the outside. Some big ass nigga pulled the bolt back and shot me one of dem' watch yo' step glances they always have carved on their big black faces. I ignore him and go through with Sunny. All is calm in my mind and even my gut done stopped actin' up. All the light are out and the first thing that hits me is that this aint no card room. I can smell sex and funk all over this place. The light come on and now I can see the wall paper. Posters and clippings and pictures and drawings all over the damn place and all of the same act or a spin off of it. The far wall is the only bare one aside from the chains and cuffs hangin from it. On the floor is a huge mattress and not to far away a table with all kind of "toys". Again I want to laugh but now's not the time. "Take off your coat John and get comfy...I'm hoping you'll be here for a while." I put my coat on the hook that holds one of the chains. Her eyes go right to my Magnums and my huntin knife. I don't skip a beat and I lay them on the table as if it's as plain as rain. "Wow..John..Why all the Rambo wear?" I walk away from my stuff and sit on the "bed".

She smiles and tries her sexy look again. She slowly walks over to me and gets the great idea to start dancing and stripping. My gut worms start actin the fool again. Why am I liking this a little? "John?.....Do you like me?...Do you think I'm pretty?" She's naked aside from shoes and a pair of panties with the seat cut out. "Sit down...I want to ask ya something Sunny." She plops down in my lap..the worms go wild. "Why? Why would your Mother's or Father's brother have you doing this sort a thing?" She only smiled "Do you like me John?...Do you think I'm pretty?". My head swims a bit like whne ya drink too much shine too fast. "I'm anything you wish, everything you ever wanted in a slut right John?". She's right and I tell her so...but why do I think that? My head swims and then drowns. "Oh John. Will you keep my warm? Will you help me keep the cold away?" She is cold..poor thing. The only heat in her must be in those eyes of hers. They dance with a inner fire, twin points of red light in her hollow white face.

"Keep the cold out John...Keep me warm..give me your warmth John." and I hold her tight trying to keep her warm, wishing I could give her my warmth, my life, my blood. "Yes John your blood...Please baby give me your blood..Keep the cold out Johnny". She kisses me all along my neck and her lips are cold against my skin...it's nice..the worms rage in my belly. "Blood Johnny...blood" She is so sweet so tender so much like my Mary Joe. so sweet like my wife. "Yes Johnny...I'll be your wife...look at me and see Mary Joe baby. I'm your fantasy, I'm your life and your life is me...your blood is me." I can see Mary Joe as plain as day. I feel her against my neck and I want so much to die for her this time to be with her and put the Lord's burden down for a change. "I love you Mary Joe and I'll take you warm it's warm" I tell her. "John...Do you see me John? I am all you see, I am all to you, I am your life, John give me your life. Mary Joe slowly comes in to give me one last kiss..... "Look at me and see all that consumes you...Look at my and see you heart's desire."

Mary Joe melts away like wax and blood. I lose her again. Now I look dead into the eyes of my one passion, the face of all that consumes me.....I scream!!!!

"HUNTS!!!!!!!!!!" In a flash I throw the Sunny off of me and go for my boots coming up with two small throwing knives. Sunny is on the floor looking nothing like the little girl that i saw on the posters of missing people at the police station. Now she is all pale and mouth full of sharp teeth and fangs...fuckin vampires! "Awwww John..you little tease...I thought you liked me hahahahaha...GAHKKK!" One thing you learn as a hunter is that the demons always love to play with their supper. You best friend is their ego. I take this time to bury one of the knives in her mouth. It won't stop her, won't even slow her down but I reckon it will give me about 1.17 seconds. I get to the table and grab the magnums....She already is on her feet and spitting out the blade. "You think that's gonna stop me MEAT!?!?!". I smile and pull the triggers as my babies sound like twin thunder claps. Ego...the hunters weapon, she had no idea that the rounds were depleted Uranium, it punches through her like a truck through webs.

I hear the bolt being messed wit, I gots time for one more shot to keep Sunny busy. I plant two more in her head she will be out till she heals in her dirt nap...it aint goin to happen! I leap to the side as that huge nigga comes into the room. No weapon just fangs and claws...stupid for a blood sucker. Magnums to the knees and he can't touch me. I kick the door shut just as Bar Keep puts enough buck shot in it to cut me in two. I got to get to my coat and i do just as the colored boy is getting up...How the fuck is he getting up? "You a dead man cowboy!" and he let's out this roar I aint never heared before. His body flows like pus and the sound of snapping bone and tearing flesh reach my ears...I lost seconds..I'm a damn fool, getting sloppy, getting old. Hunts would have killed me by now. The nigga is replaces by some eight foot Bat Thing covered in spikes and sporting some hellafied jaws...I'm as good as dead now. Out of the coat I pull the shot gun. "You think you can take some good old American scatter shot boy? Come on din' Come on and get some of old John Martin!" It works the thing makes a sound like laughter and it rushes right at me. I got one chance at this and only one.

I side step the demon and let fly with the shotgun...scatter shot my ass I'm really packin some of dem dragonn rounds. The sonuva bitch goes up like the fourth of July and me my coat and my shit on the table goe out the door and bolt it shut. i got about two minutes give or take I reckon. Bar Keep takes another shot at me he misses but some pellets find my arm..I don't feel a thing. The Bull Run is empty aside from the man with the gun and two others. A girl covered in tatoos and some boy that looks alot like Hunts' people do sometimes. "You done old man...welcome to Hell...."BOOM-BOOM". Fucking ego. When will they learn? The sawed off under the coat cuts his head damn near from his shoulders, it's still moving a little bit. The tatooed chick is in the air and on top of me before I can blink...shit she is fast. I'm all clawed up in the time it takes to draw one lung full of air. I need to reload but no time...How is she so fast? I'm covered in my own blood they're going to need a sponge soon to get me off the floor. The steel door comes down 57 seconds early "Bat Man" looks pissed. "MINE!! it screeches and throws her off, "I lead Shadow Kin Pack...I kill Hunter...I Sabbat..He Meat!!!!".

Just the break I need. Not one gun loaded and only a pair of knives against two monsters and a bar keep.....I like dem odds. I slowly reach in my pocket and I can feel the cool puddy in my hands. Only enough for one...the big one. Time to one an Oscar. "No..Please don't kill me! I only wanted to do what was right...Dont kill me!!!" and I lay limp...that part not much of an act she did a number on me. Bat Man picks me up just as I hoped and looks at his next meal, he's all cooked up from what the dragon rounds did to him, he's hurt and angry...good. I bring up the knife with as much speed as I can muster heading for his eye. The fast bitch with the claws is at my side in a flash and grabs my knife hand....good. I slap the puddy on the side of his face with the other hand and kick free of his grip. I use my weight to bring me and her over a table and place her on top of me....Bat Man's head goes the way of Equal Rights. The shock wave takes more out of me than her but I have hatred to fuel my movements. I roll back wards and throw her off the shatterd table at my back. I stand as best I can.

"Come on bitch...me and you gonna go round and round." I place my self just right...God I hope this works...She leaps at me faster than lighting down a slick road. She knows I cant get out the way and so do I...I never meabt to get out the way. She hits me so hard a feel ribs snap and we both fly back right into the broken table. A splinterd leg goes clean through my side, hurts like the shit but nothing vital but she gets it not quite in the heart....close but not quite...shit..I'm dead.

I wait to die but death never comes....I lay still bleeding but nothing happens. I glance over at Bar Keep and sure enough the puddy took him out too. I know I missed her heart but she is as dead and still as they come. I slide her off and pull myself off by the grace of God. I make it to the pay phone and make a call. I tell some folks where I'm at and where I'm going to be. Birds of a feather and all. I slowly walk to the front door and unlock it I take a book of matches and set light to the liquor.....I just make it to the alley across the street I should be dead i know this but I can't die till I meet that wolf.

It's been a long fucking night.......I'm glad I pass out.