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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\nWe waited in a metal warehouse, on an abandoned lot with an unkempt home on the outside. I presumed some of the grunts here lived there. Pibb was at my side. He stayed close. It surprised me the fear I noticed in his eyes. The stories about him painted a different picture of indifference. He was old now though. I needed to give him that much. I cannot expect a man of his age to not fear death. I wanted to believe he wasn\u2019t afraid because I was. When Gothia brought Mother down and she ensured we were not harmed, her remains stayed in a field somewhere. I did not know where we were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPoor sweet lady,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I assumed he spoke of Mother because we didn\u2019t meet Gothia, but he was referring to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind us was a desk, a small light on, papers out, and another small office building on the side of this small hanger. The door burst open, and a man came out in a tuxedo and top hat, both garments worn out over time. His face had mixed up blue and black face paint, haphazardly applied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTa-da!\u201d He said with his arms out to us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWelcome, poopyheads! You\u2019re in for a treat!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho is this?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo idea,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind the man, a slumped-down younger man exited with him. Bald, his nostrils, ear, and mouth all artificially opened. Stretched out with braces to keep them from going to where they normally should. He wore red spandex and a black t-shirt, almost akin to wrestling attire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCome on, Face,\u201d the man waved for him to follow toward us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWelcome. Welcome. Now, I will start off and my assistant here will keep you company. I am Show Bard. You may have heard of me around the town?\u201d Show Bard said and waited for our acknowledgment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, I know you two! Face, this is Mister Francis Pibb and who are you, young man?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I said nothing as he waited for me to introduce myself. My mind kept shooting back and forth to where I was at and then to if my wife moved on by now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOk then, this here is Face. And I am only using his surname. To save time because everyone asks, why do they call you, Face? Isn\u2019t it self-explanatory?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He didn\u2019t need to go further. Face whimpered when he breathed and shifted in and out of flashing anger to a compliant demeanor like batting an eye, harmless and aggressive by the second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat reminds me of a dirge for him. We will have a sing-a-long later but for now\u2026\u201d The man cleared his throat and then into a song, improvising his dance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t cry for me Argentina. The truth is I never left you\u2026\u201d He went on for hours, changing songs and dancing, unfazed by the effort. F*ce face stared at both of us, breathing in and out like an old hound, but standing around like a brainless husk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI need to sit,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe French are glad to die for love. A kiss on the hand may be quite continental. But diamonds are a girl\u2019s best friend\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan he get a chair?!\u201d I said loud enough to break his routine. He stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs it you old, Pibbster?\u201d said Show Bard. \u201cToo bad. This is part of your incarceration. Now, where was I? Ok. Making your way in the world today takes everything you got\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Back to another song, an oversized motorized people mover pulled up from the side of the hanger. On it sat a muscle-bound red-skinned and dark red-haired man. His frame was unnatural because at his age those muscles were abnormal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMmmmf!\u201d He said and waved an arm toward the Show Bard to leave. He bowed to us and the Redman. Show Bard stayed for our reactions to Diablo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Diablo,\u201d Pibb said.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy are some of the hunters always in wheelchairs?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is something else for him. Maybe for each of them. I count myself lucky,\u201d said Pibb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you, Thank you, my fans! Until next time or when they decide to kill you. Come on, Face,\u201d Show Bard said, his friend followed close behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alone, Diablo drove closer to Pibb. He stared at him; eyes as red as a smoldering furnace. The guy looked like someone dropped him in a vat of red, in a red manufacturing plant, on Mars in hell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t hmmmmmf much these days, Red,\u201d Pibb said, mimicking Red\u2019s lack of coherent speech.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStill stupid and a smart ass,\u201d Red said with a deep voice, it sizzled at the end of the letters similar to bacon cooking for too long but faded when you shut the heat off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI never would have thought of me still walking and you in a scooter,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s my knob,\u201d Red said, insulted by Pibb\u2019s words. I cringed and didn\u2019t want to look but was curious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou always say that,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI stand up, it would take a forklift to get it back in this cart.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to impress anyone anymore, Red.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am not. For once, I am telling you the truth,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Red lifted his arm with his free hand, the one he held onto the cart with to drive, and pointed it at Pibb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou lived this long dumbass because you stayed away. This kid isn\u2019t worth it. I suggest you go back home and collect your check and shut the hell up about the glory days. That\u2019s what they want. For us to shut up and that isn\u2019t a lot because that shit is over with. We have a deal without you saying anything or else my bard will come out and sing more Broadway, but starting at the beginning. I am talking 1866 shit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We both didn\u2019t want that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you think he deserved to know?\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy? Ask him?\u201d said Red, \u201cAre you happier now than when you found out you came out of your mother\u2019s metal ass and your father was a bastard?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I said nothing. I did not like the guy, but he was direct. I did not care. I lived my life like everyone else with a government check every month. Paid to stay home and wait to die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, you bastard?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Red laughed, \u201cLike his pops, a man of few words. Face is going to come out and open the door for you and you can get the hell out of my home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou brought us here,\u201d Pibb said, \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAre you paying attention, I told you. No more of this. Or you\u2019ll find out why they call him Face.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think we know why,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. No, boy. You don\u2019t. Everyone assumes they do. The ones that find out are the ones that are dead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pibb and I exchanged glances. And turned toward the hanger opening. Pibb stopped and lifted his feet to give them relief from standing so long. I felt bad for him. He then locked eyes with Red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Red said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s good to see you,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPhooey!\u201d Red said and waved Pibb to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t need Face. We can let ourselves out,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The walk was long. The outside was still bright enough to be inviting to leave the hangar. There was grass on the outside though the grounds needed substantial work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere is more than I believed to this,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBefore I go, we will talk but I think he\u2019s right. There is no sense in bringing up the old days,\u201d said Pibb, \u201cBut, I think Joe would have wanted me to tend to you. I would have wanted the same if I had spawned a child.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We made it to the edge of exiting the building. It sprung questions but I left the oddness there. A coldness overcame our skin. He grabbed his jacket at the front as if pushing through a blizzard. I wish I wore mine. Staring at the clouds there were none in sight. Probably balmy and seventy-five degrees out, but the chill was like a walk-in refrigerator shut down to defrost. Not cold but still plenty to make your skin crawl when entering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKeep walking, Lance. Don\u2019t look behind you.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy? What\u2019s up?\u201d He didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFrank?\u201d Someone called his named in a haunting whisper that made the cold worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShit, keep going,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s too late, Frank.\u201d The voice said. Pibb paused. He raised his hands. I followed believing he knew best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. No. I got the message. I get it. We will find a way home. Let us go,\u201d Pibb said trying to plead with the voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The voice came from behind and I wanted to find out from who.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Gothia, don\u2019t look.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat is going to happen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For once, I shook. This rattled me. Red was scary. The unknown was worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s the Honda, Goth?\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet her go. Let her rest. All of us need to rest,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou don’t know do you? You\u2019ll never find it,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know. I know. Sometimes, compassion gives the same feeling,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you want, Goth?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is Joe\u2019s son?\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLeave us alone,\u201d Pibb said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet me see you. We were friends once. Me, you, and that Bastard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I did it. I looked. There stood a four-foot-eleven young woman. Eighteen to nineteen years old; thin, on the border of an unhealthy physical state. Pale skin, dark eyes but beautiful, ghastly gorgeous. The black smoke we viewed around her car spun around her as to caress her frame. Her lips were thin but enticing to stare at. Her black hair was under a black veil that appeared stuck on her skin in parts as if in decay. The black dress she wore covered the remainder. Her black gloves hid her small hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An overwhelming feeling of pity and remorse hit me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI told you,\u201d Pibb said and tried to move me to stop staring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s Gothia. Don\u2019t look.\u201d We waited in a metal warehouse, on an abandoned lot with an unkempt home on the outside. I presumed some of the grunts here lived there. Pibb was at my side. He stayed close. It surprised me the fear I noticed in his eyes. 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