That Spectacular Guy

Part 13

 A light had appeared before in the void. I woke, still in front of it. THAT LIGHT WAS BURNING MY EYES!!!

"Ello Ello. Warren!!" Rodney had mocked my signature british accent. "RISE" He tugged me up. "And SHINE!" He slapped my back to erase my fatigue.

"Ughhh! I'm not dead!" I wrinkled my vision tools, it couldn't have been later than 5 in the mourn. I was pushed and melded into the marching mass that lumbered south. We climbed down the stairs with sluggish pace. Da hell were we go-

"NOOOOOOO! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" A sudden scream truly eliminated all sleep deprivation from me and everyone. This interruption had caused an empty circle to form, Revealing the culprit, who was this old, small guy with a pathetic lion's mane of a hairdo. His eyes had seen countless horrors, his posture quivered nonstop, and he bore a hard flown that had some rush defiance.

''Mr. Theywall.'' The guard called Joe shoved his way forward. "You really wanna get additional time again?"

"IT'S THE SAME POINTLESS STRUGGLE EVERY FREAKING DAY!''

''Oh! like I hadn't heard that before!" He mocked the elder's cries. "You continue forward with your fellas or it's exclusion time in the white room." He added a wagging finger as a nanny level threat.

"I WOULD RATHER DIE!"

"Oh that's a new one. Well if you die, you won't see Annabelle again!"

''DAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHH!!" This Theywall attempted to tackle Joe. But Joe drew a quicker shot and caused his body (and some blood) to loop through the air. He landed on his face, a paddle of red slowly grew.

"Welp." Joe said as unducked his gun. "Gonna have myself a fine burrito, have fun boys." And he went north, outta my sight.

"FORWAAAARD!" The head commanded the legs to lumber again. Soon we arrived at an endless yard (fog obsured the end), with lots and lots and lots of rocks. shit, there was so many of them you craft 7 cruise lines with em.

"Alright boys gather and move!"

Few of the men round groaned like wounded dogs. They shifted their grey bodies with misery, picking up an assort of stone, then delved in the fog to some unknown destination.

"Come Aldrain!" Joe had returned behind me. "Start a course. Go adventuring!" He nudged me forward to the fog.

Obviously, I was in fear of being beaten bloody by these bloody in this (literal) bloody prison. I gathered a good batch of geologist harves and allowed the ground clouds to consume me.

There was no other half-dead near me as I paced equally with my load in my hardy hands. Where the hell was me taking these rocks? A cliff, a dump, material for a wall, ammo for stoning, a BDSM shop?

"Omf, hey hey watch where ya swaying-" The person I bumped faced me. We made some awe expressions with them jaws hanging collapsed casue he was-

"SUCUMA!"

"AL! MY BOY!!!"

We embraced each other in an unbreakable grip. We almost, would've cried if it hadn't been for-

"Sorry to intrude love birds." Joe swayed his baton menacingly like a queer cheerleader. "Yoooooou both got a job to doooooooo! Head to the nooooorth! And construct the paaaaaaaaath!" He sang akin toa broadway man.

We sped fled away from this jerk, by as much as the rocks allowed us to.

"So huff- First day?"

''Nah. Been here since- a few months. Forgot when my dropoff was."

"Dumped just yesterday. Had some brutal torture by the 'detective. Goes by the name Otoko. Straight outta a film he is.

"Well for my time, I've been doing rock loading biz every day nonstop. Gotta wonder what path this is leading to."

"A some sort of epic execution journey to one's ultimate fate."

"I Don't believe this state practice Capital punishment.''

"Oh shit it do it do!"

We stood in horrible horrendous horror at a genuine guillotine. Pull and butcher blade and all.

''Fuck the path is almost finished!" Just a few feet was left bare leading up to the excution's steps.

"It it must be a decor item!

"Hey guys! Yype! It was Joe AGAIN! "Don't waste your breath! Don't have much left to dooooooouuuuuuu!"

BONK A Pebble recorcyed off his cap, tilting it a bit.

"You quit talking to those fellas Jo- BANG That fella, with the mullet and the beard (good beard it was) crunched on the ground.

"ANY OBJECTIONS!" Silence appropriately followed. "Stellar."

So we all unquestionably shifted stone around for the next 12 hours. Me and Sucuma completed death's walkway to demise while the labourers toiled at creating sturdy towers with bricks and paste that looked a thousand years old. I said the work took 12 hours yes? WELL IT QUICKLY GOT TO BE SOME OF THE MOST Ameimic shit, EVER! Gonna have those rocks all nice and fucking smooth so that you don't trip. Rodney and Joe would test the waters by having meek prisoners run in straight path, lost 3 dudes that day and one rock pierced this one fucker's eye, gruuuuuuusome.

"O K scouts back to base!" Rodney pointed to the prison tower's silhouette. After the rummaging through the fog's digestion again, Joe did roll call at the yard's exit/enterance.

"Rumford!"

"Present!"

"Jackabin!"

"Present."

"Sucummor!"

"Uh- Present!"

"Asshole Whoreass!"

Took me to notice that was MY bestowed name from hence forth.

"I AM PRESENT!" Bonk! Had a larger stone thrown at me.

"Not the way it's spoken!" He retorted and continued the count until the number of names had reached 31.

"Looks as if we have some absents.''

"We got less than half left over."

"Well, no bother. The poachers are sure to gather the rest."

"Poachers? The hell-" I looked to Sucuma. Who had a face of dread. But as we climbed, tiredly, through this standing ruin, my answer was given.

40 bodies hung suspended in the air, by a single thick rope charted throughout the empty space of the stairs.

"That feller right there." Suddenly said some guy in black overalls and a black hoodie. "Got deep into the forest and nearly, so nearly crossed the wall.''

"Lucky I got you got me, Rick." Said some lady by his side.

"I sure do, Susannna."

Everyone, excluding the guards, escaped this bizarre romance, ran ourselves in our cells.

"FREAK I TELL YOU FREAKS!" Screamed Sucuma.

"Wow you guys are pathetic!" Rodney said.

"That's modern folks for ya!" Added Joe.

"Some of us are sixty fucking years old!" One prisoner said and died right after.

"Same thing tomorrow lads.'' Sang Joe as the lights shut off.

I didn't, wasn't able to say good night to Sucuma, drat.