two dead boys

This here is a very obtuse story based on a rhyme I was told as a child. Just letting it wander here folks.

Cheers.

Will


Two dead boys.   

The boys had been burried a long time ago.

    The boys had been sitting on the stump in the bog for a long while that night. It like the always did when the moon and sun had joined, and called them from their sleeping places in the Jackson cemetery just a few miles south of the stinking, putrid bog. They loved the bog and the smells and the frogs and the fly's and mosquitos and all the muck to sloop around in deep in that filthy place. It smelled just as good as they did, and they loved sharing snacks of frog slime, beetles, roaches, and all the delicious mud they could scoop up and eat. It was pure paradise for two dead boys who had gotten up every year for a hundred years when moon mixed with sun and night joined day.
    The boys sat oddly on the stump sticking out of their small spot in the bog and laughed loudly at the crickets being eaten by their friend Sancho the frog. John's body twisted and torn as it shone in the glow of sunmoon, his pasty wite and grey skin tightened against his broked and controrted bones. Will a mixture of open wounds and paper thin skin sat indian style, a zombie buddah basking in his filthy peace.

“Old boy always getsem!” shouted Johnny as he rolled back in laughter, his hair soaking into the black tar water beneath him.

“Sure does brother, boy oh boy!” laughed Willie, as he stood up pulling his rotten jeans up and tying them with the bit of burlap rope that held them around his shrunken, gray and pink waist.

“I bet we seen his slimy face eat up about a hundred million of those crunchy little buggers, what about you Willie?” said Johnny, standing on one leg on the stump and reaching for the swarm of tiny winged snacks the repugnant frog was feasting from.

“GOT YA!” Johnny shouted, proceeding to ram the handful of flies into his open mouth.

“You know it old pal, hes the fastest hopper in this bog, and can't no fly escape'im!” Will said, leaping from the stump and splooshing up to his waist into the dark muck below.

"Come on then boy!" Shouted Will, "Lets get down to business." he said with his arms held out and his bony fists clinched tightly.

"Oh, we will brother! Just you wait." John replied from atop the rotting stump. He held his arms high and let loose a scream that echoed through the green stink of the swamp. Suddenly blue vapors arrose from the waters and mixed with the purples and yellows from the moon gleam and sun glow that mingled together in this magical night. The greens of the middle air of the bog swallowed up the other colors and created a great ball of black light just in front of the boys, like a giant gleaming oyster shell floating mid air. Willie bent down, trulling the deeps of the stinky water, and while he stared deep at the light he pulled a long black snake from underwater and bit the head off with a fierce crunching bite.

"Way to go old brother! This is to be a grand battle indeed, the might is with us and grandfather's blessing is sure to strengthen our blows!" said Willie, his eyes fixed and full of rage.

Suddenly Johnny shouted again.

"What come ye, bellowing hounds of slime. You old beasts of burdden that slink under toe of deamon and dog." his voice was strong and stagnant, "I call ye to fight, you bothersome animals of ill content!" His words bellowed and his skin turned the color of the putrid flies he had earlier ingested. A color of blue meets red, then rubbed in earth.

John gathered a handful of black water and threw it towards the great black hole in front of them. The air there in front of the hole was no more and the water broke into a hundred small perfect circles and floated like oil spilled within the latter. Then Willie spoke.

"I second that challenge, you great dogs of hades. I call you out and avenge my mothers name once again. You have called us awake, and now you must face your pain!" His arms were held wide exposing his burned and sored white-pink chest flesh where the shape of a serpent was forming in the center. 

    Then a small, pinpoint of color began to be visible from the center of the floating nothing in their front. The smallest notion of red, then white, then orange, then yellow, growing larger and larger until it was half the size of the opening in space. The boys stood firm, back to back, facing each other, waiste deep in muck and heaving their chests with readiness. They were ready for this fight, just as their father had been, and as their grandfather had been, and as his father had been too. To reclaim their place in peace with their kin and with those who had stood before them and with them in life eternal. Then the snake on Willie's chest began to take firmer shape, and Johnny's skin began to prickle with the emersion of the small winged creatures from his pores. They were ready for the comming heat, ready indeed.

They spoke in unison.

"Hold the devil down. Hold the devils in. Hold the darkness down. Never let it up!"

Their words were timed perfectly. The color within the darkness had reached the outer rim of the portal and inside were the faces of a million screaming faces, contorted and bleeding and scratched and scorched, all calling for help, all helpless. The faces made noise of nondiscription and after them came the dogs, great and big and black, outlined in fire.

The boys spoke again.

"Hold the devil down. Hold the devils in. Hold the darkness down. Never let it up!"

    A great beastly dogged head of fire stretched the fabric of time and broke the seal seperating the worlds when a flash of fire shot from the opening in space and time and raced towards the two boys. Willie stepped forward, his arms still stretches as wide as could be and his white-pink skin a backdrop for the snake shape. He screamed the scream of a million tourchered men, calling the powers of time and history into his body. Suddenly the skin stretched from his center, his center chakra, the head of the snake tore from him and ate the flame that races so hotly towards him. The snakes head he had eaten, the spirit he had taken, the power he had gained had swalloed this hatred and channeled it inward to us in this first phase. This first strike.

"A small meal brother, a pick me up for the battle to come." Willie spoke to his brother, his eyes still focused and black.

"Then I shall scream back brother, I shall fight." John twisted in the black water, a wave of frothing darkness climbed behind him and soared tubing overhead and into the darkness where it stopped and pooled, floating in front of the hell hole.

"Well done." said Willie with a turn of his head.

"And now, the crash." Johnny called, his gaze strong and firm.

    He then sent thousands of small winged creatures from his hardned, blued skin, racing towards the floating pool of water on the rim of the fire spot. They swarmed around the pooled floating water and began drinking it. Faster than a human eye could blink they drank, the water dissappearing into their tiny bodies and their bodies growing in size. Then the swarm joined together, a mass, a festering mass of growing winged things standing at the center of this mouth of hell, firm and strong, a water barrier atop a lake of fire.
    The fire mouth, the circle of hell began to steam behind the shade of the winged water creatures and the voices of the damned grew quiet for a moment. The growls of the hounds could be heard from beneath the steam and the boys waited.

"Shouldn't last long Willie." siad Johnny.

"Yea, these old dogs won't let up if'n memory serves. How bout I bind that water ball up tight and you send it deep down and press them dogs back to hell where they come from." Willie answered while stepping forward once again.

Willie then sent long blue black snakes from his center chakra that soared and slinked through the air towards the ball of winged water creatures.

"Go get em grandfather! Your charge upheld once more, your wounds cleaned and your spirit send soaring for all to see." shouted Willie.

    The snakes wrapped around the obstruction time and time again until all your eyes could see was the blueblack of the snakes backlit by the glowing darkness behind them. The sounds of popping could be heard from inside the snake orb. The sounds of the popping mixed with the sizzle of snake flesh and the roar of steam at the head of the portal. They were almost there. Their charge to seek hell and repress it was almost complete. The hounds had shown their furry but would, once again, be sent back to their master in defeat.

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    This was the view at that moment. Two boys, decrepid and rotting from years under the ground, pushing forward with all their might against an enemy called apon by themselves and only to proove that it could be defeated. To prove the charge their family had made those first years as humans, that with time and training, anyone could harness the universes magic and stand against the darkest of trouble, at any time, and in any place.


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One bright day, in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back, they faced each other,
then pulled out their knives and shot each other.

If you dont believe my stories true,
go ask the blind man, for he saw it too.