Chapter 5: Graveyard Digging Shift

  Beatle and Sabbath stood in front of a 500-year-old tomb. Beatle rolls the boulder away, smelling an aromatic earthy stench that flooded their nostrils.

  Black Sabbath covers her mouth immediately. She gives out a sigh. “Gross.”

  “Rude to speak to the dead that way,” said Beatle.

  “Oh, sure. Should I not talk about food that way either? Basically just dead fucking organisms.”

  Beatle sighs and walks into the tomb. “Protect the cave. Please.”

  Sabbath simply nods and kisses him, walking outside to guard the cave.

  She flies up, releasing her bladed feather wings from her shoulder blades and flying upward.

  She looks around, only for a blast to nearly strike her head.

  Unter sighs. “I now control my own life now. Every last bite.” He whistled and shot again, managing to strike his wings.

  She grunts and lands in the snow, her head slamming into the rocks below.

  The rocks shatter, and she coughs, dusting off some debris fro the stones below.

  She then uses her wings to shield herself from getting struck by another lightning blast.

  She tosses bladed feathers into the distance, constantly eyeing the tomb.

  Unter sighs and begins to descend toward the caves, but Black Sabbath roars and tackles him, causing both to skip like stones downhill.

  Unter lands on his feet, and Sabbath twists her ankle. She tosses more bladed feathers and he anticipates her move and dodges. He roars and manages to throw a fake punch before catching her in the face with a quick strike. He beats his chest like a Gorilla and roars like the Caveman he indeed is.

  Black Sabbath limps away. “You think you’re this… civilize King. You’re no different than the savages who destroyed this world. THE SAVAGES WHO KILLED YOUR KIND!!”

  Unter shot at her, but she shields all his blasts. Shot by shot, her feathers began to bounce off her wings, brittling and shattering from the impact.

  “Beatle… is blind as justice… Yet he tries his best to see,” said Black Sabbath. “Yet you see all… and you choose to blind yourself from truth.”

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  He grabs her by the foot and slams her around on the ground, shaking his head like a bewildered ape before tossing her into several trees.

  Unter roared and began charging on all fours, before jumping up and shooting her in the neck. She roars, grabbing her neck and healing her injuries using faith and prayer, only for Unter to snap her knee sideways with his gun-like peg leg, before shooting a blast through her knee.

  She screams in horror and claws his head, but he was just purely locked in as he strangled her, eyes bulging out and teeth bared.

  “Son?” asked a scientist.

  Unter’s eyes stopped with anger, and he slowly turned to his father, now alive, with Beatle.

  Beatle tears up. “I told you.”

  “My son!” smiled the scientist, charging to Unter to hug him.

  Unter immediately cocks hus gun and blasts his father’s head open.

  Beatle is utterly horrified. “Don’t you realize… what you’ve done?”

  “Oh, no… No, I do. I choose anger. Rage. Unlike my son and my nephew, I choose to be like this.” Unter is in tears. “You made me kill my father again.”

  Beatle shakes his head. “What the hell? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?”

  “Ah…” Unter cocks his gun and tries to strike him down with his blast, but Beatle looked away, finally listening to the Voice again and-...

  He shot Unter in the face with his Cainmarker, and indeed, the Cainmarker deemed him evil, and its blast splattered his brains all over the ground.

  Beatle fell to his knees, before screaming in utter frustration and heartbreak, crying. Black Sabbath gives him a dear hug, kissing his forehead.

  “I’m so, so sorry…” said Black Sabbath. “I’m so, so sorry.”

  Beatle kept on crying while Sabbath kept him close to her chest.

  “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t. Not anymore.”

  “Is it terrible. I still forgive him? I still believe that-?”

  “No. No, it’s not. If you saved me… You could’ve saved him. What he just did was entirely on him… You are NOT a slave to God… He was a slave to his own grief.”

  Later…

  “No worries,” said the Voice, mopping the floors of his own building. He wears a janitor’s uniform and is even smoking. “I… rescinded your reprimand. I was considering to do so, but… Eh. I can’t be hard on you for doing what you did. Results wise, however… You could’ve done things better.”

  “I understand. Thanks, Father,” said Beatle.

  “Hey… Clean with me?” smiled the Voice.

  Beatle nods and does so… where they silently mopped the floor together.

  “Every… last… stain… every dirt… must be cleansed. A clean floor is a happy floor. Like the Soul of Man.”

  “Yeah… Heheh…”

  Later…

  Beatle goes home, and he blushes, seeing the oreganos being dried all over the roof.

  “Dad!” smiled the two daughters, Gabrielle and Billy, who hug Beatle.

  “Hey!” smiled Beatle, hugging his two teenage daughters. “You guys did all this?”

  “Well…” smiled Billy. “We, had a little help…”

  Black Sabbath wipes the sweat from her forehead and smiled.

  “You knew I needed a break from spice drying…” smiled Beatle.

  “Yeah… I kinda figured you neede to rest-... Oh! The wine being pasteurized!” She ran into the kitchen, as Beatle gives a teary and loving smile.