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Blackwater Creek, on the road to the Carmody Farmstead
3rd POV
The scene open's on a muddy road in the early part of the morning. Jaune and Trish walked down the road with old but durable boots they got from the Javary farmstead. They left as the family took care of Old Pete's body before taking Malcomb to Dunwich to get his wound treated. He would not be alive if not for Trish's expertise. They offered to get them out of town but what Old Pete said… it stuck with Jaune. Now that the storm has passed he is heading to the Carmody Farmstead to find out just what in the world they put in that whiskey.
Trudging down the muddy road, the two walked silently sloshing through as they came upon the gate of the Carmody Farmstead. There two men with bruises sat at the entrance. When they noticed the two, one quickly grabbed his double barrel while the other leveled his at the two.
"Who are you folks! We didn't expect company." One of the guards called out.
"Just… some customers. Looking to buy some whiskey." Jaune said as he raises his hands up.
"Tsk, last guy who said that took my teeth. I ain't looking to gum my food for the rest of my life." The man said as he cocks the hammer back on his double barrel. Seeing that Jaune quickly grabs his wallet and held it up.
"Look, we really do mean it. I'm willing to pay upfront." Jaune said with wallet in hand.
"Or we can save us the trouble and shoot you and take the wallet from your corpse." The man remarks as he held up the shotgun just before he could blow Jaune away Trish spoke up.
"Do you know who he is." She asked outload. This was enough to raise a few brows and lower the two guns. "He's Jaune Arc. Famous singer from New York. He goes missing there will be man hunts, warrants, what do you think will happen to your business when they learn he went missing on your farmstead?"
"Phss, how dumb you think we are? Nobody that famous would come out for a jar of whiskey." One the guards rebuttal before taking a sip from a jar that has Jaune's face plastered on newspaper. Trish and Jaune looked at one another before Trish points to the bottle. It took a few moments before the guard realizes Jaune was on his wrapped mason jar. He looked down and then up, then down again before realizing something. "Well… I'd be a monkeys uncle. You are famous."
"See, and if he's here to buy your whiskey then wouldn't that get some notoriety among the upper class of New York? Maybe even a boast in sales." Trish explains.
"Hmmm… alright. But you want to meet with our boss. Be warn any funny business and we'll put you in the ground." The guard threatened as he waved his shotgun dangerously in the air.
"Fair enough, lead the way." Jaune said as he lowers his hand as he tucks away his wallet.
The two lead them over to the farmstead. It seems the farm had seen better days. Multiple bullet holes were crudely patched, the door was busted up a bit, and multiple blood spots can be seen. As they slowly approach a sense of dread over hanged the two till Jaune heard something. It sounded like a hush. Looking over at the corn stalks Jaune focused in as he listens, only getting a few grunts that horrified him.
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Before Jaune could even react one of the guards pushed him forward, warning him to keep moving. They eventually came to the front porch where a young man walked out. He was cleaning his finger nails with a brass knuckle knife. He looked confused by who appeared on his doorsteps but none the less kept his composed.
"To why a celebrity comes all the way from New York to the ass end of nowhere?" He asked with a straight face.
"Well, I heard you make the best whiskey. So I'd figure I come on down… er, up to sample some of your product." Jaune said with a fake grin. The man was not impressed and would have the two killed if not for Jaune's fame. Rubbing his eyes before flinching in pain from a bruise on the side of his head.
"(Sigh) No really why are you here? I am not in the mood for some entrapment." The man said as he crosses his arm.
"We are here for whiskey. Just a few bottles." Trish said as she looked down at Jaune's leg, letting the man see her eyes dart. "For the um pain. I'm sure you heard about what happened in New York last New Years Mr. Carron."
"Damian, please I ain't that old. And I may have read somewhere that you took quite a nasty tumble." The man known as Damian said as he scratches his chin. "Perhaps I can sell a bottle or two. But only to him. I don't allow two or more strangers in my house since the last 'paying' customer."
Jaune looked over at Trish who gave a nod. Jaune trudged over to him, playing up on his leg being in pain. He may have oversold it a bit but was allowed entrance. Damian of course patted him down before allowing him inside. Once inside he was about to seat himself when Damian stopped him.
"Don't sit down. This'll be just a moment. Plus we had an incident where some of the furniture will come apart at the seems." Damian remarks as he points out the multiple destroyed sets of seats.
Jaune gives a nod and waited as Damian goes down into the basement. He found multiple holes in the wall. Like someone was shooting from the inside. As he takes a step forward to lean on the table he felt his foot hovering over something. Looking down he found a huge dent under the carpet. Feeling it he felt a hole where the floor should be. Kneeling down he pulled it aside to reveal a small hole into the basement. Along with a few scrapes of blood and a loose tooth implanted in the floor. He looks around and noticed more bullet holes and a few patches of blood upon closer inspection he found a dead rodent. Covered in multiple black welts leaking the same substance. It seems by the blood splatter and the bullet holes it was shot mid air in the face. It jumped at someone, but who or what? Before he could think further he heard the loud clanking of something and quickly stood up. Damian returned from the basement with a crate full of whiskey. Setting it on the table carefully he pulls one out and hands it to Jaune.
"Here, this here is the freshest batch we got. Just corked this morning. Believe me it will take you off your feet in an hour, but you let it age for too long it will smell." Damian explains as Jaune looked at it.
"Oh, um thanks." Jaune said sheepishly.
"What's wrong, ain't never had mothers nectar before?" Damian asked.
"Mothers what?" Jaune asked with wide eyes. It then took him a few moments to realize he wasn't being literal. "Oh, right the Whiskey. Um… I mean a few times before."
"Right, and I've been elected king of England one to many times. Boy you've never handle liquor like mine before. And I doubt you've even had a beer."
"Phss, wha…" Jaune said with a wide grin as he leans on his cane. However he was quite unconvincing and finally relents. "(Sigh) Ok fine. But it's not the whiskey that put me on edge."
"Is it not my hospitality? Ain't fancy enough for your taste?" Damian asked.
"What no. It's just… just… never saw a house filled with many bullet holes." Jaune said as he directs What happened if I may ask?"
"… rodents. Lots of em. Came out of the corn field during last nights storm. The two fools freaked and spent the better part of ammunition pumping holes in our walls." Damian said as he points to a few Rodents Jaune had missed by the fireplace.
"Ah I see. Must have been one hell of a… pack." Jaune paused between his words when he noticed something. On the mantle of fireplace was a yellow gauntlet. Smudge with blood and jamb with blood. Horrified Jaune approaches before picking it up. All the while Damian reaches behind his back.
"Where did you get this?" Jaune asked as he looked over the gauntlet. Seeing that a shell had failed to eject.
"That old thing? My papi's papi was a bit of a coot. Inventing strange things. That there is one of his inventions." Damian explains as he walked up beside him. Jaune knew fully well he was lying and seeing the blood splatter on it. It pushed Jaune overboard and he snapped.
"Bullshit." Jaune angrily before grabbing Damian collar. "My friend had that exact gauntlet. And I found her prosthetic, so tell me right now, where she is or Monty help me I'll…"
Before Jaune could finish he felt something pressed against his stomach. Looking down he see's a colt pointed at his ribs. Damian with an unamused glair stared at Jaune for a few minutes before Jaune lets go taking a few steps back. His hand raised as Damian held him at gun point.
"I try to be a good host. I'm fairly certain I ain't up to you city slickers standards but even then you are surprisingly rude." Damian said calmly as he aims his gun at Jaune's head. "Perhaps it's best that you get walking. Cause if I see your face anywhere on my property I'll put a bullet in it on si…"
Before he could finish Jaune had pulled his sword from his cane and before Damian could even realized it his hand fell free from his arm onto the ground. He stammers back a few feet before letting out a hollow cry in agony as blood flowed freely from his arm. As he hollered in agony one of the guards heard the cries and quickly raced in to see what just happen. Seeing his boss on the ground missing a hand and Jaune standing above him with a sword, he quickly leveled his shotgun. Jaune rolled to the side as one barrel went off, missing Jaune. Before he could line up his next shot Trish grabbed the barrel and delivered a hard punch to the mans throat.
As he thumbless she tries to rip the gun out of his hand. While fighting the other turned to shoot her when Jaune kicked him out of the house. Falling backwards as the Shotgun misfired, scaring the insects in the field as something growls in the field. Jaune quickly turns to help Trish when he was hit with a 45. His Aura stopped the bullet but punched like well a punch. Damian had recovered from the shock of loosing a hand and was not out for blood. Firing multiple shots at Jaune as he raced outside for cover. Damian chased after Jaune, ignoring one of his thugs who was wrestling with Trish. She was putting a proper beatdown on the thug. Throwing punch after punch. After seeing he won't go down, she got desperate and quickly kicked him in the groin. He fell to the floor in pain. With Shotgun in hand Trish took the chance to put the thug down. Taking aim she pulled the trigger only for smoke to come out.
"Hillbilly jay piece of shite!" She curses before suddenly tackled by the thug. The two smashed into the floorboard by the table hard, causing the entire floor to give way. And the two fell.
Falling to the basement floor knocked the air out her lungs. As she struggles the man got on top of her and started beating her. Punch after punch after punch delivered. She could feel herself blacking out before the man wrapped her hands around her throat. Strangling her in a fit of rage as she scratches at his face. She could really feel herself going unconscious and looked around in her desperation for some form of saving grace. That's when she saw the double barrel, just inches away from her. She reaches out to try an grab it. Sadly it seems her attempt was in vain. The thug saw what she was reaching for and stopped to punch her square across the jaw.
"Oh, no you don't." He huffs as he stands before kicking her across the face in a fit of rage while screaming. "You bitch!"
Trish let's out a groan in agony. Blood spilling from her nose and the cut across the bridge of her nose. He goes over and picks up the shotgun. Checking to make sure it was sill loaded before going over to Trish. Stomping hard on her chest before pointing her shotgun at her face.
"Fucking bitch. Shouldn't have left your fancy city now. Should yah." He says as he cocks the hammer back. Trish eye's flash before her life when suddenly a chain wrapped around his neck.
He was violently pulled back into the dark. A bit concussed from the beating she couldn't see who was attacking her would be killer but he was tall, and thought savagely in the darkness of the basement. All she could hear beside her ears ringing, was the sound of screams, chains, and a low grunt. Eventually the thug landed before her. Bleeding heavily from the face. The chains had cut him in so many places his face was nearly red. He crawled to her struggling to get away when the chains wrapped around his neck. A figure steps out of the shadow, dressed in a torn-up suit. He stomped hard on his spine before pulling even hard on the chains. The thug struggled to beath as he was strangled. His eye widen when the chain loosens for a moment before suddenly yanked hard, snapping his neck with a sickening sound.
He fell to the ground dead, blood seeping out onto the cobblestone floor. The figure then reaches down, patting him down before grabbing a few shells. Trish in a dizzying haze watches as the stranger unlocks himself before grabbing the double barrel. He takes a step into the light, revealing a horrific looking figure that nearly put the fear of god into her.
Meanwhile back upstairs, Jaune evaded the pot shots taken by both Damian and his thug. Taking cover behind an old pickup truck. His shield stopped the forty five but the shotgun shells proved a bit much. As they fired, there was a brief moment of ceasefire before he heard something breaking overhead. They had begone throwing Whiskey bottles at him. Covering him in the sickly smelling substance.
"Ugh, are you trying to gross me to death!? Cause I can guaranty that won't work!" Jaune shouted out.
"Nah, I want watch you die slowly!" Damian said before hollering, "Oh big brother! We got company!"
Jaune gave a perplex look before hearing once more that hushed tone. It got louder and louder to the point of defining Jaune.
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Just then something came running out of the cornstalks. A hulk of a man if you can even call it that. It's legs had fused to form a goat like shape. His hands had extended and hardened to form claw like suction less tendrils. And it's jaws… it's bottom Jaw had fallen free to reveal a savage tongue lashing out in the wind. In the shock of it all, Damian managed to get off one good shot, plugging Jaune in the ear. He fell to the mud with a thud. His aura of course protected him but man did that hurt. The creature roared and rodents ranging from oversize pulsing locus to rodent of unusual size came towards Jaune. The few that leaped on him nibbled through his clothes and into his flesh. He fought through the pain and quickly slashed at the multiple rodents that swarmed around him. He got a good number of them when suddenly he was shot from behind by the twelve gage. His aura broke then but saved him from the double buckshot. He was thrown to the ground with his sword and shield falling out of his hand. He tried to stand when something slimy grabbed him by the throat. Picking him up he came face to face with the same creature who controlled those rodents. It let out a roar before throwing him against the wall of the house. He fell to the ground in agony, coughing up blood before being kicked in the stomach by the younger brother.
"Shouldn't have left your big city little boy. Ain't nothing out here but death for those too stupid to come looking." Damian said before hucking a loogie at Jaunes face. However, this gave Jaune a moment to quickly recover, headbutting Damian in the face and breaking his nose.
Damian flinch back as blood spilled from his nose. Jaune smiled bloodily before suddenly lifted off his feet by the monstrous brother. Jaune struggles to breath as this monster strangled him. He could feel his life ebbing away as he stares into the hollow eyes of Damian's brother. Just then a shotgun blast sent the ugly bastard flying back. The monster dropped Jaune and the two turn to see who shot Damian brother. The thug was whipped across the face by a chain linked whip. Jaune looked up to see a man stammering towards the thug. Like the towns folks he was covered in black boils. In particular Along his knuckles and face. It looked like a black pimple like grin ending on his ear. His skin was deathly pale and omitting a ripe yet rotten fruit smell. But most terrifyingly was his eyes. They were cold, yet hot with a singular emotion. Rage.
He beat the thug within an inch of his life with the chain whip. Damian takes aim with the pistol and the man grabbed ahold of the thug. Using him as a human shield as he rams the body into Damian. Once on the ground the man stomped on his remaining hand. Causing Damian to drop the pistol. As he retrieves it the monstrous brother revived itself and charged at the man. It slices at the man's chest, cutting into his suit and his chest. Going in for the second swing, the man dives under the creature for the pistol. Grabbing hit he fired off three rounds, hitting the heart and coming out the other side. However despite it coming out the other end it did nothing to slow down the creature. He dives out of the way in time causing the monstrous brother to accidentally hit his own brother. Impaling him in the stomach, Damian gives off a death scream as the monster quickly pulls its arm free from his brother and cradles with a moping noise. Almost as it was sorry.
The stranger then gives a whistle drawing its attention. Anger seeped through the monstrous brother. He let's out a horrifying roar before charging at the stranger. All that anger distracted him to everything. Including the mud. So when he dived at the stranger to rip him apart he side stepped the creature as it crashes into the shed. Slightly disoriented it only had a moment to move before being smacked on the back of the head with a shovel. The Stranger had the upper hand, beating the creature with a shovel before using the rusty blade to sever it's limbs. One by one painfully. Once the limbs were gone the man took a step back to inspect his handy work. The monstrous brother was reduced to nothing but a stump with a smashed in face. However, after a few moments the limbs slowly begin regrowing much to the strangers annoyance. Cracking his neck he begins his work again of beating the monstrous creature with the shovel.
Jaune watches with unease as this ugly man beats the ever-loving shit out of this creature. Even as it tries to regrow it's limbs, he did not relent in his brutality. As the creature groans out in agony did he stop, but only to smash bottles of moon shine over the monstrous brother. He allowed it to be soaked thoroughly in the whiskey before he pulled out a match from his torn waistcoat. With a few strikes light the stick. It gurgles in pleading noise but was all in vain as the man tossed it out onto the creature. The whiskey lit and it let's out an agonizing cry as it flailed around. Unable to put out the fire it was consumed in the terrible agonizing flame. He watches for a few moments before turning to Jaune. His disfigured face left the young boy speechless. He slumbers over to him staring down with ice cold and uncaring eyes. The same eyes he'd had seen on Cinder. Before he could say anything the man spoke in a raspy tone.
"Smoke." He said in a raspy tone.
"W-What?" Jaune asked.
"You got a smoke?" He repeated with more clarity.
"Um… I… um." Jaune struggled to respond. He was still in shock from the intimidating presence this man radiated. Suddenly they heard a gurgle. It was Damian. Still bleeding heavily from his chest wound.
The man moved Jaune aside and walked over to him. With anger in his eye. He gave a man a hard kick to the stomach. Pushing him to the side he approached the man before delivering a powerful kick to his stomach. He winces in agony as he rolled on his back. The man ripped the brass knuckle knife from his pocket before searching his blood smeared vest for something. Eventually pulling out a pack of cheap cigarettes. He lights up the cigarette and takes one long drag. After exhaling he pushes Damian on his stomach gauntlet. Trish quickly raced over to Jaune, but stopped when she watched the brutality before her. The stranger held a struggling Damian on his stomach. Once pinned he put his knife to Damian's scalp and begin slicing away. He tried to fight it but eventually his wails in agony as his scalp was removed from his skull. He tossed his scalp right in front of the still alive moonshiner before plunging his knife through his skull. Making absolutely that the moonshiner was dead, he twisted the knife before pulling it out. He takes another drag, staring down at his handywork before turning to Jaune and Trish. The three stared at one another with the tension still in the air. After a few moments this violent prisoner spoke up.
"Who the fuck are you two?" The man calmy asked.
His intense glair put the two off but after a few moments Jaune finally spoke up. "Jaune… Jaune arc."
"The fucking singer?!" Schmidt asked with a raised brow. Jaune gave a reluctant nod. The man gave a small chuckle from the disturbing man. This did not put Jaune at ease, rather made the two feel even more uncomfortable. "Heh, heh, heh… You know, they say god has a sense of humor. It's twisted as shit but it seems he has one. Regardless guess I owe you, but if you don't mind I got some business to attend to."
"Wait, who are you?" Jaune said as he grabs the mans hand. He looked at Jaune with dead eyes that send shivers down Jaune spine. After a tense few moments the man finally spoke.
"Schmidt. That's all you'll get. Now really, fuck off. If you aren't aware I have been in that bastard's basement for too god damn long." Schmidt said before taking a drag.
"Jacob Schmidt?" Trish asked outload, causing Schmidt to look at her with a raised brow. She then pulled out of her shirt pocket his dog tags, as with the wedding ring still attached. His eyes widen upon seeing this, his mouth opens wide and the cigarette falls from his lip.
"Where did you get that." He said faintly, lifting his intimidating aura.
"We found it in the woods, where that poor man was lynched. Thought that was you hanging there." Trish said as she was about to give it back when she pulled it back at the last second. "Though by the kids own admission it seems there was signs of another. So if you want it tell us about why the hell you were here?"
Schmidt gave a low growl and it seems the intimidating aura remerged but he relented. "We were down here looking for a new supplier of whiskey for Arkham. We ran into problems and to make a long and painful story short we got bushwhacked by those inbred freaks."
"We?" Jaune asked as Schmidt pulls out another cigarette.
"My partner. Told her to run but she was nabbed by fuck ugly over there." Schmidt said as he points to burnt corpse of the ugly Carmody brother.
"Partner… she…" Jaune mutters them aloud before his eyes widened. "Oh my Monty. Are you talking about Yang? Yang Xiao Long!?"
Schmidt was caught off guard a bit. He had seen grown men saying her name just before they shit themselves, or when they want to rip her head from her shoulder. Never did he heard someone say her name with utter relief. He gave a nod and the boy was over the moon with excitement.
"Oh thank Monty. Monty almighty." Jaune said with utter excitement. Much to Schmidt's concern.
"What do you want with her?" Schmidt asked as he crosses his arm. "It better not be for some crap stage dancing deal."
"What?! Oh no no no no no no no no." Jaune said as he wave his hand. He then reaches into his pocket for something before Trish explains.
"Long story but apparently he went to 'school' with her. And her sister." Tish explains with quotation marks around 'School'.
"School, Sister?" Schmidt asked with a raised brow before Jaune presents his scroll. He hands it to Schmidt showing him and her posing with a few others after what looked like a world war food fight.
"See, we took this after a food fight. There's me, Yang, and her sister Ruby." Jaune said as he point to each one. He lets Schmidt overlook the scroll.
"Christ like the one in that cave." Schmidt mutters to himself. Jaune gave a perplex look before Schmidt gave it back to him.
"So you came after her for what, a reunion?" Schmidt asked.
"What no… well maybe… but no. It's… complicated." Jaune said before Schmidt put his hand on Jaune's shoulder.
"Son. The Argon offensive was complicated. Raising a daughter single handedly is complicated. Making sure Yang doesn't kill the sorry sap who touches her hair is complicated. I can handle complicated." Schmidt listed off.
"Trust me, it's complicated." Trish warned. "You may need a minute."
"Pfft try me." Schmidt said confidently.
Ten minutes later, after a few minute walk.
The scene cuts to the three walking down the road. Schmidt had an utterly baffled expression. He was at a lost of words to describe what he was told. Jaune laid everything on him. How they were not from the same planet. That they came from the Kingdom of Vale on the world known as Remnant. They had the ability to magical crap with there souls, though they don't call it magic. Monsters called Grimm stalk the planet attracted to negative emotion, and they are controlled by a witch who ironically named Salem. Further information include a bit Yangs past, how she lost her hand and her partner who was part animal.
"So… her partner is an animal?" Schmidt asked trying to wrap his head around the fact.
"Faunas. A human with animal traits." Jaune corrected.
"And in her case, she had cat ears that she hid under a bow?" Schmidt followed up.
"Basically, though I'm not exactly sure how that would work." Trish said with a shrug.
"You know after the crazy shit I saw with the kid. I would think I'd be use to it." Schmidt said with a shudder as memories of Arkham remerged in his mind.
"I know that feeling. My world went from… well it was shite before. But at least an understandable kind of shite. Half the time I have no idea what the feck is going on." Trish remarks earning a chuckle from Schmidt.
The three went back to walking in silence before Jaune spoke up. "So, you were locked in the basement… care to tell why?"
"Whiskey." Schmidt remarks.
"You stole there spirits?" Jaune asked only to earn an annoyed look from Schmidt.
"No. While locked down in that basement they use these damn boils to add to there booze." Schmidt said pointing to the black pulsating welts on his face.
"Eww why would they do that?" Jaune said trying hard not to gag from the thought let alone the smell.
"Apparently it adds a bit of flavor and kick… or so they claim." Schmidt said with a shrug also sharing the sentiment that it was disturbing. Specially seeing they carved it from his face.
"So that's why there's an epidemic in town. Those moonshiners were poisoning their own product… but why the feck they do it?" Trish asked.
"No, it's not the boils that caused the infection." Schmidt interrupted. "Apparently a not so long ago a nearby cave opened up. Or rather was blown up. Not exactly sure on the details but regards an old cave was open and water leaked out from inside. Brother built a damn and used it water there crops. And there crops went on to make the shine."
"So… it's in the water?" Jaune asked nervously recalling the canteen the Jarveys gave them. And how he drank a few gulps.
"Yeah though only close by. Not exactly sure where this cave is." Schmidt said causing the two to stop dead in there tracts.
"… What." Jaune said with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"You mean to tell us we walked ten minutes into yokel country with barley any weapons to protect ourselves. And you have no idea where we are going in the first place!?" Trish contested in anger.
"Not really. Last I saw Yang. Those inbred hicks dragged her this direction. Fairly certain if they killed her they would have done it on the property." Schmidt said with a shrug before spotting something on the road. He quickly raced over to it, ignoring Jaune and Trish's annoyed and dumbfounded faces. He kneeled down to inspect the item as Jaune and Trish approach. In his hand was a boot. It was damp, and muddy but recognizable. "It's hers. This was definitely Yangs."
He hands the boot off to Jaune who quickly inspects it. It may seem a bit ridiculous to fondle over an old boot. But this was possible the closest Jaune got to seeing Yang as of now. He was thankful that there was no blood blots on the boot like on her gauntlet and arm. Maybe that blood was someone else's and she was fine. That's when he heard it, the sound of water rushing. It was faint but he could hear it. Handing the boot to Trish. Much to her annoyance as she tossed it over her shoulder almost immediately after. Jaune took the lead. Still recovering from the fight his Aura wasn't completely back yet but he pushed through the pain till he found it. A small river bed, blocked by a crude man made damn. The water fell from a waterfall that in itself flowed from an open cave.
Jaune was nearly ecstatic. Yet there was a sense of dread. If Yang was brought here, why? What was in that cave. Almost as if the universe was answering his question. It did so in a haunting and quite chilling tone. He can hear it, his mother calling for him I a twisted and deform voice.
"Jaune, (Bump, bump.) Jaune. Where are (Bump, bump.) you? My boy, my (Bump, bump.) sweat little boy. (Bump, bump.) Where are you?. ̶̢̟̤̃͘ͅ(̴̢̜͙̝̩̞̠̫͚̞̂́̌̿́̔B̴͐̔̈́̎̇̕͝͝ͅừ̶̯̭͇̙̳̳̘̙͕̋͂͐m̴̨͙̿͊̽̌͌̿p̷̢̗̫̪͕͎̦͉̗̋̄̀,̗̼͓̩̘̆̒͜ ̶̺̝̳̾͛͑͊̇̆̊̕b̵̞̦͖̘̖͈̂̀̓̏̏̒͐̉̾̆ͅǔ̷̢̮͔͙͂͗͜m̡̧̗̺̞̗͈̜̋̿̾̅̓́͝p̵̢̳̳̞̞̪̖̠̞̓̉̄͗̚͜͝.̴̨̛̪͝)̵̨̝͖̬̺̺̝̖̽͂͆͂̍̊ͅ ̷̠͖́̉̉̂̍Ḭ̷̛͊͑̅̈́̉̀̀͝'̶̨͇̞̝̻̐̀͜m̴̨͈̙̠̱͔̺͚̑͂̀̋̈́̈́̑̾͠…̴̡͖̉͐̄̇̑̓̕̕ ̷̮̫̼̈́̏͑̆̓͗̕̕ͅs̱͎͖̳̀͋̃ͅcá̖̈́͋̀̕͝ŗ̧͉̌͗̕͠e̷̩̣̯̊̏̀̓͛̄̒͋̐͝d̷͓͖̬̫͔̰̻̀̾͂̀"
Jaunes eyes suddenly widened. Not only did the voice both echoed in his head at the end it sounded an awful like Yang at the end. He was certain of it, Yang… his mother. She was in the cave. And calling out to him.
Well… It seems that indeed it got worst. Hello Everybody, Wombag1786 here. Seems little Yang is stuck in a cave… that sounds like your/my/her/his mom. And more terrifyingly if that water caused the corn they use to make there whiskey then what the hell is leaking that water? Well my dear readers there is only one way to find out… wait two weeks and check back in. Till then let's answer some comment and questions.
From Carre: 1. No problem.
2A. man of steel vs Thunder thighs.
2B. Yeah, fire and a really big chainsaw will have to do… doubt it will work but better then nothing.
2C. It's based off this scene from an animated candian show 'fugget about it' ("The Jimmy went to Aruba Massacre.
2D. Something like that… but no zombies. More along the lines of "Mothers Milk"
3A. It's a staple Cliché
3B. From the late tens to his death in 1933 A Russian born Jewish immigrant by the name of Charles Solomon. Or his nickname "King" Solomon ruled the Boston underground. Dealing in Bootlegging, Narcotics, and Gambling rackets…. Oh wait whoops read that wrong. Um basically it's slang for Given permission. Cause his nickname was King, so like a royal pardon.
3C. FHEHkHWKKDKWBE (*Gibberish Hillbilly talk.)
3D. Expisition, if not from old people from books.
3E. He's got some mama ishues.
3F. Yeah… came into play in this chapter.
3G. No flame throwers but some 'flamboyant' alcohol will do in a pinch.
3H. … Maybe.
4. Oh they can and will.
Thanks for Writing Carre
From Black Cross0: your right, here have a cookie… I promise I did not spike it with mothers milk.
Not really Angry more along the lines of Freaking out.
Oh you have no idea what I have planned next. (I'd advise not drinking if you don't want to ruin your device when reading.)
Thanks for Writing Black Cross0
From Crimson Weresloth: Yeah there still pissed at you for that.
Thanks for Writing
Well with that done, I'm excited for the next chapter. With out giving any spoilers next one will kick off an interesting side plot that was hinted at in the preview Berlin Story. But for now I hope you enjoy the chapter. Please Fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question down bellow. This is Wombag1786 signing off.