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On New Year\'s Eve 1899 the ball isn\'t dropping but bodies are falling all around! A bloody vengeance that spams over lifetimes is about to conclude! Shotguns and rifles are nice, but an undying revenge can\'t be stopped!
Satan\'s Shotgun by Daniel Wilder
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I had me a revelation come New Year\\u2019s Eve of 1899\\u2026 Jesus weren\'t nothin\\u2019.\\xa0
I reckon I could resurrect myself like a right heavyweight champion\\u2026 long as my boy\\u2019s bones held out that is\\u2026 but admittedly I couldn\\u2019t hold a candle to that water to rotgut routine, and I sure as fuck couldn\\u2019t walk on water, and there sure as shit aren\\u2019t any virgins in my vicinity\\u2026 I guess I truly meant that coming back from the dead wasn\\u2019t any great shakes.
What brought me to that bit o\\u2019 revelation were the events of nearly 12 years prior\\u2026 1887 if you can cipher\\u2026 the night Gideon Pharoh\\u2019s Nightmare Zodiac Death Gang came a-knockin\\u2019\\u2026 and that\\u2019s exactly as those hocus-pocus braggarts billed themselves too; Nightmare Zodiac Death Gang\\u2026 should have spent more time practicing with pistols than coming up with candy-ass gang titles, but I digress\\u2026
Ya see, I was a simple man then\\u2026 farming\\u2026 maybe a bit of trapping, not to mention interpreting for the local tribes and those they cottoned to trade with. It wasn\\u2019t the high life, but it was good enough for me, \\u2018Lizbeth, and our boy\\u2026 Lazarus.
That name was a bit of on the nose serendipity that the fates served up to us by the by, let me tell ya true\\u2026 and I sure as hell wasn\\u2019t amused.
T\\u2019weren\\u2019t eighteen months after our boy\\u2019s birth that that sack-headed side-winder Gideon and his posse arrived on our doorstep and ended his life\\u2026 and his momma\\u2019s\\u2026 but as was their folly, they never checked if my heart had stopped\\u2026 and to be fair I never asked them why they were so sore with me and mine, so yeah, mistakes were made all \\u2018round on that day.
So, once their devilish deeds were done, they headed off into the still night with nary a thought of the hell they had born that day\\u2026 and still my heart continued to beat\\u2026 like a native drum\\u2026 a doom dirge banging away to attract any midnight mother fucker within six hundred and sixty-six yards\\u2026 and attract it surely did.
The shaman entered what remained of our home casual as can be\\u2026 the fully bandaged man he lead on a leash followed seemingly devoid of thought as well as grace.
He slinked his way over to me like a mongoose, all sinew and glide\\u2026 the bones around his waist clanking together like the gnashing teeth of some desert devil risen from an unholy hell ready to feast.
As my eyes strained to focus, I saw that bastard light a fire of green flame\\u2026 a flame he used to rend the prone form of my boy to ashes and bone in as much time as it takes to tell.
I admit the darkness took me then as I was a powerful sight weaker in constitution than I am now\\u2026 though I have a dread vision of that bandaged fella placing a lip-less mouth o\\u2019er my own and blowing a dust that reeked to high hell of rot deep into my lungs that made them feel as it they were filled with the fires of ol\\u2019 Scratch himself!
I came too walking along a trail deep in the nearby Adirondacks, a foul scented wrapping from the shaman\\u2019s\\u2026 friend\\u2026 tied tightly around my eyes. While you may get to thinking that would seriously impede my journey, the exact opposite held true\\u2026 I could sense where I was going, and just where the first of those I sought were hunkered down.
So onward I trekked; my boy\\u2019s bones rattling in the leather sack strapped to my left shoulder.\\xa0
That same rattle let any man or beast in my path know that I surely was not to be fucked with as I began my stride along revenge\\u2019s rough road.
I walked those wicked woods until the sun fell low, and the sky was streaked in hues of lavender and rose\\u2026 and it was then I came upon the cabin on New Year\\u2019s Eve, painted as it were in two differing colors\\u2026 sky blue and soft pink\\u2026 the abode of Gemini, two doses of poison in one pill.
The smoke that poured from the chimney let me know those that needed correcting were home sweet home.
I didn\\u2019t stand on formality\\u2026
The door exploded inward from the impact of my left shit-kicker, splinters spreading out like buckshot acting as my callin\\u2019 card. \\xa0
It took me a fraction of a second to realize no one was visible in the room, magic eyewear or no\\u2026 but I could smell them just fine.
Naturally, they didn\\u2019t surprise me none when the exploded from the shadows of the cabin\\u2019s ceiling\\u2026 however the fact they could move together like a great spider in their conjoined state definitely raised an eyebrow.
I unloaded my rifle with a thunderous roar. The shot tore a nice chunk in whatever the lady side of this thing was called, but she wasn\\u2019t going down by a long shot.\\xa0
Before I knew it, the male side of the equation had maneuvered himself in such a way that he both knocked me to the ground, and managed to wrap the fleshy band that kept these two eternally bound around my neck.\\xa0
That same bit of flesh began flexing and throbbing until I couldn\\u2019t draw a breath, the various veins and sinew contained under that warm sleeve pulsing like a bag of snakes.
Things began swirling and growing ever darker\\u2026 that\\u2019s when I died for the first time.
The shaman appeared shortly thereafter though my enemies never noticed, although if they did I wager they\\u2019d have been confused as all get out. See, that fella simply strolled in, leaned low, and whispered in my ear.\\xa0
\\u201cUse a bone?\\u201d
I didn\\u2019t quite gather what he was on about, but it seemed like a question I should answer in the affirmative.\\xa0
He reached into my rucksack, pulled out one of the twelve bones of my boy that clattered inside and shoved that rune covered ivory femur right in my mouth.
It dissolved on contact with my tongue, and I was back in business.
I sat up, puked, and roared at my killers who had now sat down to a nice warm meal after their deed was done.
What I did next would become a bit of a legend.\\xa0
See, I grabbed the steak knife out of the hand of the twin closest to me\\u2026 who honestly didn\\u2019t even resist\\u2026 probably the shock of a corpse interrupting his din-din.
Anyway, I took that blade and commenced to slice that ribbon that held them together like a rabid wolf. But then I had a pang of conscious\\u2026 these two have been together since day one, so it would be a shame to take that away from them.
Fortunately, I learned to sew at a tender age.
I can only imagine the look on Gideon\\u2019s face when he saw one\\u2026 or two\\u2026 not sure how they counted themselves\\u2026 anyway, saw a member of his posse fixed mouth to crotch of their opposite number like those Yin-Yang symbols the Chinese fellas out west were so fond of.\\xa0
And \\u201cimagine\\u201d it would have to be as once my work was done I sunk into the Earth outside the Gemini\\u2019s doorstep and there I slept for a full year.

And so it went; at the very end of each and every year I\\u2019d rise up and put a murder on one of those psychos.
Pieces\\u2026 hard to breathe with concrete in your gills.
Taurus\\u2026 let\\u2019s just say he wasn\\u2019t just a bull from the shoulders up, but that would be his undoing when I rammed that tally-whacker straight down his throat.\\xa0
Aries, Leo, Cancer, Sagittarius, Virgo, Libra, Capricorn, Aquarius\\u2026 dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, and double dead\\u2026 don\\u2019t ask.
Year after year I fought, and year after year I lost a little bit more of my boy, piece by piece.

Finally I came to Scorpio, and if you think the other menagerie made for a one-of-a-kind corpse gallery I can assure you all that the final member of that gang\\u2026 minus their ringmaster, but I\\u2019ll get to his arcane ass in a tick.
See, after the decade and change of carnival exhibits I\\u2019d tussled with I wouldn\\u2019t blame ya none if you wagered Scorpio would be some kind of insect man, but it wasn\\u2019t, hell it wasn\\u2019t even a man.
As you could guess from the hiring of those darling siblings I jawed about earlier, Gideon didn\\u2019t give a single shit if those that worked for him were men or women\\u2026 a real rarity as far as evil posses went in the late 1800\\u2019s\\u2026 course half those mother fuckers would be a right challenge to even classify as human.
When I sauntered up to that gypsy wagon lady Scorpio called home I could just tell I was in for a hell of a time.
The scent of burning herbs filled the air, and the roaring flame burning brightly beside the gaudy wagon was doing a solid job of roasting a large pheasant.
I hunkered down by the fire\\u2026 it always feels good to warm my hands after pointing my boots towards the sky for twelve months.
The lavender and crimson curtains that covered the entrance to the wagon parted and she appeared. A raven haired beauty with eyes as cruel and cold then a whole nest of vipers could possess.\\xa0
\\u201cI told Gideon doing your wife and boy was a grave mistake.\\u201d
\\u201cWell, it\\u2019s a mistake that will surely put you in your grave, Missy.\\u201d
She laughed, and I had to admit it was an unbelievably delicate thing.
\\u201cIf that is to be my fate there is little I can do to change it.\\u201d
I spit at her feet. \\u201cYup.\\u201d
\\u201cWon\\u2019t you come inside a moment?\\u201d
\\u201cIt\\u2019s your funeral, you can have it any way you want.\\u201d\\xa0
I entered the wagon, and beheld the interior which contained nothing save for an opulent bed. I sat down and waited for the show to start.
She slid into the bed beside me, pushed me down, and started to rub up against me all feline like. I grabbed her hair, tugged it hard and whispered the most romantic thing I could think of into her ear\\u2026\\xa0
\\u201cThis is for \\u2018Lizbeth!\\u201d
I drove the blade of the hunting knife through the back of her head before she could even realize I had pulled it from my left boot.\\xa0
She made that weird gargle'