The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 39

Arthur appeared from out of the dense mist in the late night forest as if he were a fixture within the haze itself. He stood and meticulously studied the still, dark and quiet area with vigilant precision, not wanting to make any sudden moves. By then the rain had slowed to a whispering spray that felt soothing on his bald head. Arthur noticed that it was so dark that even his night eyes that were piercing the blackness were having a difficult time seeing straight. A sorrowful and echoing moan in the forest caught the man by surprise just then. It was so miserable and heavy that it caused Arthur's stomach to turn at that moment. But the moment the echo passed a blissful grin crossed his face.

"I hear you, poor children." He chuckled from his gut before plodding down a trail.

The man continued to walk until he came to a hut where light was flickering within. Before he could even come to the front door Arthur could hear what sounded like music coming from inside. More like humming. He then looked down at the doorstep to notice a flimsy, black skirt just lying about. He reached down, picked it up and sniffed at its fabric.

"Mama," he sneered so delightfully."

With extreme caution he neared the front door and simply pushed it open only to find both Senada and Cusha seated at the table humming the old tune, 'Take me to the water'. Arthur shut the door behind him and stood before the two women with a most curious glare on his face, as to say he was both pleased and surprised all at once.

"Is it be him?" Senada slid her hand across the table.

Cusha just looked up at the man for a moment and regretfully replied, "It be."

Arthur continued to stand and stare before he eventually said, "I do not know you." He pointed at Cusha. "But I do recall you." He then hissed at Senada. "Where have you been all dis time?"

"I be where I am." Senada answered with a quiver in her throat.

Arthur gawked all around the tiny hut which was lit up with candles from one corner to the other. "She not here, I see." He said.

Neither woman said a word. Arthur actually held his breath and looked up at the leaking ceiling before looking back at Cusha and gazing deep into her eyes.

"Ahhh...so we meet again." He smiled. "Now I know why you are here."

"Why are you this way?" Cusha asked.

"I am simply a victim of circumstance." Arthur patted his chest.

"You were never a good person." Senada gritted her teeth. "Do you remember dat over dere?" She then pointed to a

doll that was lying on the floor in the same corner. He studied the smelly, filthy thing from front to back before looking back at

"Yes...I remember your boys now. Dey both went smoothly down my

"Is that how you felt about everyone you took?" Cusha asked. "Are you happy with what took place with Isaac?

in de sense dat he

it grace,

hell because he did not know how to utilize such a blessing," he stated. "Had he kept on he would have

He glanced all over the room some more before he began to back

"Where is she?" He

drew close to Cusha and stood above her in the most imposing manner

up at the man, Cusha said, "This

is

us. Or is you're shaking

swallowing her insides so much that for a moment he forgot all about his own mission. The man then simply tossed her dead body to the floor before he turned and noticed Senada scaling her hands across the

the man walked up behind the old woman and rubbed his body against

"Where is my knife?"

Arthur sniffed her hair and neck before whispering, "Both of your boys

dropping to her

He growled. "I am, and always shall be your lord and

twisted it, leaving her head dangling to the side before her entire body collapsed altogether. Arthur stood back and looked a bit longer at the dead woman before glancing back at Cusha's corpse. Then, one by one he blew out each and every candle until the hut was completely dark

"Isaac, my dear friend," he spoke while heading

before he could take a step in the same direction he first came, a pungent aroma caught his senses. He looked down to see a glistening substance on the ground. It was blood; Thick, fresh blood that was layering the ground before him like oozing oil. Arthur followed the trail that led down to the pig pen where only one pig remained. The other two were

the lone swine that was steadily sleeping in its pen. He opened his mouth and roared at the black sky before taking

and gazed down at the pier where numerous boats were docked. He then

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