The Saga Carries On... (aka Part 4)

"Super glue?" Janell reiterated "Let me check my purse" She rustled through her tattered purse made of old seat belt straps. "Hey, what do ya know? Here's some." She handed the small tube to Dickie, who graciously grabbed it with much elation.

Janell's arrival and this exchange had not deterred the attention of Jeff and R.J., who seemed to be locked in mortal combat. It must have been this place that had made them so angry, so enraged. Who would have thought that Hell would make people angry?

It was after they had each suffered blows that would have killed them were they still alive, both of the boys realized that neither could win this battle. Death would not come again and wrestling, a sport at which neither was very good, wouldn't rectify their situation. Had there been a copy of Wii bowling nearby, perhaps that would settle the score, but alas, The Devil has a strict 'No Video Games' policy (what a buzz kill).

Janell looked to R.J., he was out of breath and clearly not pleased. R.J. noticed her and was instantly pissed. "Shit, did I kill you too? I fucking suck."

"No, Babe. I had a heart attack. I was in Express and they explained to me that my Charge Card was maxed and I owed them $23,000. I knew you'd kill me if you found out, so I guess the stress just got to me."

It was then that R.J. just began laughing. Slow, at first, rising into a full out belly laugh.

"What's funny?" Jeff pressed.

R.J. explained, "I just always figured I'd die of a heart attack, it's funny that Janell did instead."

"Yeah, it's funny that's Janell's dead. You're right, that is funny." Jeff said in a monotone voice, obviously failing to see R.J.'s point.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Then, suddenly and sharply, the ground began to shake and shutter. "Holy shit!" cried Dickie.

The four lost souls moved closer together and looked up at the magnificence before them. It was the most amazing sight any of them had seen (with the obvious exception of actually falling into, and beholding Hell).

...To Be Continued at dickiecopeland.blogspot.com

Hell (aka Part 2)

...continued from dickiecopeland.blogspot.com

No one saw the two of them fall from the cracked Earth above. It could have been their silence that allowed them to go unnoticed, it could have been the fact that they weren't the first to just 'drop in,' it may even have been that everyone else was in extreme agony and self-pity, too concerned with their own situation to give a shit about two meaningless 'lost souls', huddling together, scared and stupid. Most likely though, it was just because no one was looking up.

"Again, I'm so sorry for pulling you down here. Things were crazy and I just grabbed on to the closest stud muffin," apologized Dickie. Jeff brushed it off, "hey, it's cool. Honestly, I always wondered what it was like down here." The two laughed foolishly, for their cackles carried a great distance in their new environment.

A noise, at once both harsh and caring, came from a rock to the couple's right.

"Holy shit! What the fuck was that!" Exclaimed Dickie in a quick, panicked voice. Her face and shoulders matched her terse phrase, scrunching upwards.

"Jeff?...Dickie?....Is that you?"

Jeff questioned the rock, "A talking rock? Who are you?"

"It's me, R.J., I'm not a rock you retard." R.J. came from behind the rock, scared and severly confused.

"Hey kiddo, what are you doing here?" Dickie inquired.

"I don't know, the last thing I remember was my uncle Larry letting me drive his Big Rig. I must have lost control. Now I'm in Hell....this sucks."

Jeff, realizing R.J.'s role in his own situation, proclaimed in a soft voice, "You son of a bitch."


...to be continued