Ch.8 Throne without faith

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The White Wyrm. The serpent's hangout. A bar with strippers and bikers adorned in black leather jackets with piercing green snakes crawling up the back. The place where all the serpent action takes place. Tonight is a special night. Forsythe Pendleton Jones Jr is stepping down, finally. His son, the third carrier of the Jones men name is becoming king. Not without the typical and required beat down first, though.

The last blow leaves a nice gash under his eye. But he made it. "The new serpent king!" FP shouts! All the serpents erupt in cheers and chants of praise.

Using the back of his hand to wipe the blood while he smirks wickedly as Sweet Pea and Fangs lift him onto their shoulders playfully. "All hail the king!" They all continue to chant, raising their fists high. After they set me down and the serpent crowd calms themselves some, FP hands his son his new 'leader' leather. The mischievous glint in Jug's eyes doesn't die down. He is with his friends while they all look at old pictures they serpents have held onto. A young blonde catches Jug's eye but he can't seem to place where he has seen her before. Birdie, an older serpent spots him and calls him over. Not to mention that Birdie is the serpent "witch".
" Boyo, come here." She calls using a boney finger to help in getting him to come near.
"What Birdie?"
"Do you remember when I said that there was something special about you?"
He rolls his eyes. "Yeah." Jug responds impatiently.
"Well I figured it out."
He looks at her with one eyebrow raised, telling her to hurry the hell up.
"You are one of the few that have a special soul mate connection. You can feel their pain, maybe hear their thoughts." She explains.
"Yeah. Right."  He says not believeing that for a second and thinks, how can I believe that? Why should I believe that?

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