Author's note: Written on phone during vacation. Please excuse typos due to winged monkey messengers.
Chapter 21 - The Drummed Man I
The drums. The gods-damned drums that nobody else could hear; they damn near split his head open with their ringing. Why couldn't anybody else hear the fucking drums?
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
They grew louder and beat faster when he faced north, and they faded when he faced away, but they never ceased when he faced due south.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
Killing quieted them for a while, as did fucking, but they never stayed away. When he drank, the drums slowed down, but in the morning they hit a fever pitch that resonated with his fucking hangover to make his head hurt worse!
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
The drums, the drums, the never-ending drums! The rhythm of four. What did it mean?
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
Thump-thump-thump-thump!