Twenty Bodies

Chapter Three: Family matters.

Ace went back towards the bar and sat down.
"Ain't nobody out there, this town's crazy." he said, reaching for a fork to finish his ham. Just before he could reach the utensil though, a long hunting knife came crashing down on his hand, piercing through the skin and digging into the wood of the bar on the other side, pinning his hand there. Before Ace could let out a rattle cry of pain, he felt the back of his hair being pulled from its roots as the stranger slammed his head against the bar with the force of two hands. The first hit made his vision a fuzzy onyx but the second hit made his vision go red. Blood was seeping into his eyes.
He felt his eyes puff with blood when suddenly a voice spoke in a loud but effeminate tone in his concussed ears...
"WHO IS YOU BOY?"
Ace couldn't form any words from his mouth as it was full of blood and part of his brain was in another realm of dreaming from kissing dirty wood.
"I SAID, WHO IS YOU BOY?!" A third slam made Ace fall off his chair and onto the ground. Whilst his body was slumped on the floor, his hand stayed pinned up on the bartop.

The stranger finally pulled the knife from Ace's hand, which was now smothered in blood, sipping from the vaginal slit. His hand fell dead beside him.

He blacked out.

A strong smelling, fizzy, warm wetness hit Ace, filling his nose and ears. One of the strangers had poured a huge pitcher of beer over his face.
"Well I give you that, you sure look like him"
Through the fuzziness of beer in his eyes, Ace saw a knee flying at his face. It came crashing once again, making him slump back onto the floor.
"You're right it does look like him" a gruff mans voice spoke.
"I ain't himmm-" Aces' words trailed off. He felt himself falling to the sandman when another pitcher of beer spat into his face, rekindling his consciousness that was also accompanied by a fist.
Through Ace's fuzzy vision, he could see a woman dressed in all black with a red shirt. Her belt holding two silver revolvers and an older balding man behind her, holding a Winchester rifle. His ensemble was also black, apart from his brown boots.
"You sure it ain't him, Flo?"
"Yes I'm sure, Ernest! I saw him die"
Flo came to slap Ace round the face. "Now I'm gonna ask you again. Who is you?"
Ace rubbed under his nose and face with the palm of his hand and suddenly erupted into anger;
"LISTEN TO ME YOU HICKS....I FELL FROM THE SKY I HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM!"
Flo looked at him puzzled and was just about to open her mouth when at that very moment, a rather young looking man burst through the doors of the saloon.

"You look here you lot! You put your guns down and put your arms up!" His young voice cracking with each syllable.
"That gun looks heavy for ya boy" Ernest spoke, almost laughing.
"YOU! LISTEN HERE. I'M THE DEPUTY NOW AND YOU NEED TO LISTEN"
"Woah calm yourself bucko. We will do what you say." Ernest said, whilst locking eyes with the deputy. The deputy's hands were trembling as he pointed the gun at Ernest.
"YOU STAY RIGHT THERE!"
Ernest began to walk towards the trembling deputy.
"I'LL SHOOT YOU DEAD, MISTER. YOU STAY RIGHT THERE!"
Ernest carried on walking until the barrel of the deputy's gun rested against his forehead.
"C'mon then boy. Do it" he whispered.
"I will-, you bet-"
"THEN DO IT BOY! WHAT YOU WAITING FOR?" he shouted at the deputy, making the young man, or boy, jolt and shake more intensely. The man's whiskey loaded breath made the deputy shudder.
"How old are you, boy?" Ernest now spoke softly, the gun still pressed against his head.
"Eighte- nineteen, mister" said the deputy, water beginning to build in his eyes.
"Look, boy, I'm gonna let you turn around, run out of this place and never look back. You hear me? Or I will cut you down where you stand." Ernest spoke these words as soft as a lullaby but the threat of a Necromancer Presents was in his eyes.
The deputy saw this and took one last look around the saloon. First at the man bleeding on the floor, then the girl towering above said man and finally, this reaper in front of him. In those moments he thought how stupid he had been. Acting like a gunslinger with one thousand lives. He took his gun away from Ernest's head, shoved it in his belt and began to sprint out of the saloon with the door slamming behind him.
Flo smirked at Ernest "you having fun ern-"
But before she finished his name, he held up a finger and smirked. His eyes dotted around the room and he said under his breath "four... three..." He looked down at the Winchester in his hands and smiled while examining it.
"Two..."
He opened the saloon door to see the young deputy running to the end of town, holding his hat as he high tailed from the saloon. An even more vile smile grew on Ernest's face as he let out a breath, held up the rifle and whispered to himself;
"one"
He fired.
The bullet, travelling at a tremendous speed, ripped through the young deputy's head as he ran. His feet buckled from underneath him and he fell, sliding to the ground. A trail of blood flowed from his cranium. The young boy's head was now cracked and opened for business to any hungry bird of death.
"SHITFIRE WOO!" Ernest exclaimed in excitement, as he slapped his knee and headed back into the saloon.
"I still got it" He smiled a devilish grin, winked at Ace and bent down to speak to him. "Why you pretending to be someone you ain't, friend?"
Ernest flicked hair out Ace's face and pinched his cheeks together with one hand.
"You sure as shit look like Jack. Only problem is Jack would have laughed his ass off at what I just did to that little pissant. You ain't even smile" 

"YOU LEAVE ACE ALONE." A muffled voice spoke from behind a closed door upstairs. Shortly after, Willy came out, as the other hiding people from the saloon pushed him out and slammed the door shut in fright behind him. Earnest, Ace and Flo all looked up at the old man shuffling down the stairs waving his gun.
"You ain't so tou-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ernest filled Willy's head with lead, causing him to come tumbling down the stairs. Dead.