The night of this world will never cease to be beautiful. Strangely, the more they reached their destination, the more stars in the sky. Rock loved stars, not even the why of it, he simply loved watching them and loved even more when Mato was at her side. Mato ... Mato Kuroi, it had been several days since the name of her counterpart had come into her mind, perhaps because she had nothing more to complain about in pain, not just on her feet, which strangely seemed to have become accustomed to the scorching floor and did not burn, and his body seemed almost completely healed. However, how much time has actually gone by? How long have not the two been talked about? Was Mato all right?
Zakarias Berdinazzi made new medicines, which Rock interpreted in ignorance. Zakarias prayed ancient prayers, that damned hoarse voice that shivered the bad things, but it did not bring good things. Rock did not want to stay, the more Zakarias spoke the more the flames increased at the stake. Rock did not want to stay there until that woman had calmed down. He got up, before he went around, that wrinkled hand grabbed at her hair and pulled her hard on the floor. And he said in warning.
- Do not accept anything! Do not accept anything! Do not accept anything! Do not accept anything!
Rock definitely did not want to be there. During all this time, Zakarias had seen some surges, lasted a few seconds or minutes depending on the situation. But this was certainly far from over, the woman had already explained the reason, old age, said the woman, when out herself she is old, that's the way it is. It was also different, did not know and did not want to stay to ask. He left without looking back, only hearing prayers and more prayers of unknown tongues from his ear.
As I walked I saw in the distance, some hooded figures, incomplete outherself to be more precise. The focus of those figures would be a light in the distance, the music began to come, a very good smell as well. She was met, neither resisted, she followed the way forward. In the distance, she could see some lamps and some torches, the sound of the music became loud and more animated. Already the responsible ones, a group of outherself in colored clothes adorned with gold and some jewels. They celebrated for no apparent reason, the hooded figures entered in a wave of joy strange to the eye. Rock just watched it, can not turn her head and pretend she saw nothing, a courtesan was coming in her way.
- What are you standing there for? Come on, child, it's ugly to watch! Come, child!
Rock did not have time to deny it, the courtesan outherself already pulled her into that jumble of joy. The figures drank a good-smelling liquid, danced around their black robes, listened to the stories of those women of golds and colors. Rock tried to listen to the words of those women, but always one of them offered that good-smelling drink. Until he heard:
- I'll tell you the story of the one who carries the cursed coffin ... Zakarias Berdinazzi ...
Years ago, at the time of the greatest rain, she appeared ... Black veil ... sickle and coffin in hand ... said:
- Those who face me, they felt my scythe, not only in you, but the human too!
No one took the words seriously, the sickle was good, it was gain at first sight, and that coffin, it would be an honor to be the place of last rest ...
It was a ... it was another ... one more ... they never came to the fight, only found the beast open, hanged with his decapitated counterpart on the side ...
Those who came back alive by luck, she said:
- No one escapes! Everyone has their time and their turn! Whoever faces me and runs away, the beating of the coffin will be stronger!
They died painfully, slowly, they coughed for no reason, they bled without cause, they trembled for no reason, they swelled for no reason, they died without bullet and gun. Disease, the sickle brought disease, not only for us ...
Zakarias Berdinazzi turned to death, had the cure of his ills, Zakarias Berdinazzi became a vulture, circulated among diseases.
Zakarias Berdinazzi ... damn in essence, will always be damn ...
Rock knew that the outherself of this region feared Zakarias, but to the point of becoming a popular tale, moreover, as told by Zakarias; she was 102, to this day telling her actions, Zakarias should have killed a legion of outherself. In her thoughts, Rock drank a gourd of that strange liquid without realizing it. She caught a glimpse of his distraction, the drink sweet, sweet, and full of balls of fervent gas. She returned to the hand of one of the courtesans, and it was a good thing, but she had a bad feeling about it.
Really had to feel, from the corner of his vision, he saw two courtesans carry a hooded figure totally in trembling and convulsion behind some stones not far from this strange joy. Rock could only see a machete splitting the hooded figure in half.
Immediately, some figures began to shake, not the normal trembling they have. Rock ran away from that situation, in a few very few meters, his body began to tremble in the same way. Falling into his own compulsive weight, he glanced his way through. More figures tried the same to flee, fate went to the head destroyed by the courtesans and took their bodies to the center of the small massacre.
Two of those outherself noticed Rock crawling by the elbows, his hands shaking, his fingers twitching, no matter what he tried to summon his weapons, nothing came. He got a force in his legs, a deviation from the hawk's blow, another side, right a wall in the face, courtesan took his arm and twisted in the back, gave a halt, between kick and wall, that trembling worsened, turned vomit. The courtesans jumped on top, one held the body, another held her head already pulling the machete up-
* DDDOOOOOMMMM *
They stopped in an instant, looking for the person responsible for the noise.
* DDDDOOOOOMMMMM *
* DDDDOOOOOOMMMMMM *
There it was ... They could not believe it, but the beating was obvious. The beating of the coffin. Already with the scythe in hand. Said;
"Put down that thin, sulky leg." Get down, now! And return to your despair of hunger.
They left and ran. Zakarias Berdinazzi approached, put the coffin on the floor and sat down. He frowned at the convulsed child on the floor.
- I said, I warned ... Oh, stubborn ...
- I-I-I'AM-
- STUBBORN! I THOUGHT YOU'RE A CHILD! COWARD, FINE LEG, COWARD!
- I'm not-
- I HAVE NOT TERMINATED! ... Never, ever ... You can not believe it, but do not doubt what I say, your fine-legged child!
- I DO NOT HAVE A FINE LEG! .. aaargGHHH! AND I AM NOT A CHILD! MY NAME IS BLACK ROCK SHOOTER!- She exclaimed as she tried her best to stand up despite the strange effects of her body.
Zakarias smiled. She stepped out of the coffin, opened it, placed that scythe of old wooden handle and rusty blade inside that coffin, pulled the improbable one. The missing garments of Rock, in perfect condition, without bloodstained, without trait. Rock was discredited, during all this time in company with Zakarias, never saw the woman with the coffin picking on her clothes. This woman tossed her clothes and boots into Rock's arms, pulled another cigarette out of the coffin, and lit it for a smoke.
- Oh, I wear it, I want the sweater back, you can use it for something else in the future.
- Because?
- Eh? It is not so subjective, detail.
- Because I? Why did you choose me to accompany you? Because-
- Best question, why did you accept my invitation?
Rock was silent in his thoughts, the first reason was to stay away from Farside Bunny, rather, to escape, the second reason was to find a way to defeat it. She answered this to the woman in front of him, Zakarias smiled at the answer, quickly, but she answered;
- There is a third, but you know of this third when you return.
- Will I come back when you give me something to defeat that damn?
- Yes, I'll do that ... But I must go to the coast to do it ... And I need you to do that, too.
- Me?- she asked, already dressed in her classic clothes.
- Still, I wondered ... I knew, when I would return, that I would bring my youth with me.
Rock did not understand such words, at least Zakarias Berdinazzi was keeping her word. Black Rock Shooter would have expected the advantage against Farside Bunny, would literally open that damn body, make it pay for what it did, not treat it as any carcass.
Farside Bunny will die, no matter if it is fast or slow, the time and turn into the hands of Black Rock Shooter.
Author's Notes: It took me for laziness, and also that my dog had a problem in her spine. Three chapters are missing for this short trip to finish. 8 chapters, 8 episodes, what a strange coincidence ...