NEEDLEWRITER

What are we skeletons for? Some say we were born this way. Apparently I was born this way, special. Because I remeber it clearly, something struck us from the sky. A rainbow? No. Probably a truck. For heavens sake it hurt. But ok – it was fine… Fine?! Maybe thirty years later, which I gather here in my memoir of thought and life in general. How to describe it… Hard to say… „It was never that way” they like to say while crying their eyes, ups lies out. Who really calls us foul mouths? Literary just they, the Chicken people. Little did we know, we Skeletons, it could be simply done, the ostracism of them…By saying „Get the fuck away from us”.
„Hahahaha” – the detectors started beeping fast, as an apendix blowing up from all their juices – sweet remedy it is, to get rid of them forevermore, forevermore.
To survive the twenty first century leprosy situation in the whole Cosmos – GET RID OF THEM! – cried the heavens too, said the newspaper cover that it’s apparently closeborn (like airborn).
„Never again will we… never again, cried they – the poor Chicken people. „Sure” said the whole world of Natasjas ( or Nastasjas, whatever) – DEATH – the whole world wind did a whisper blow. „KMEEE, MONEY”…and there was no money afterall. Goodbye folks.

Not the end unfortunately, the detectors started beeping – like hellish inflammated bulbs. „They ought to know it by now”, it was unfortuanately unstoppable. The Skeleton people awoke. „It’s time” said the Sun in the name of the Nature. „Mother has come, Father is tired”- we are leaving this place for good.

„Nothing left…good, good!” – the literary sector was amased „This is no fucking newspaper.”

„IT IS TRUTH – the poor trio had fallen – DEATH came”, was slidden under every door in the world.

Suddenly, we saw, the Sexuals what has become of them, what they had done and what is the truth about them. Literary compesating everything they are not and do not got by using the number four – we hid what it meant, their condition.

„Not ours, I’m afraid” said Crow „ Shit it all out by yourself, that is if it’s possible still.”
„Bye” said the midnight air.

„THE CHICKEN PEOPLE FAMILY CATASTROPHIC DEATH OCCURED AT 3:30 am – HIT BY „GOD” FOR FUN”.

„MMMM”
„Vlad shut the fuck up, it was that serious.”
„HMMMM”
„Fuck off.”

Vlad got the giggles everytime he fooled Crow. Especially about his ex Elizabeth Bathory.

„Has she eaten today?”
„Sure, your minor daughter.”
„Tasty, I’m afraid.”
„Looks like fucking Eraserhead outhere.”

Crow slammed the door of his office, lit a cig, and started to explore the documents. He couldn’t do without them, Fraks. Better. Would die or kill someone if he had cut them of. Better change the company because the fingerpointers are always at it, stealing.
Crow found the document, „Hope noone sees this” and called „Rodrigo, make us some fucking coffee, buisness to attend to.
„What?”
„To go.”
„Sure.”

Getting out of the underground office building took fifteen minutes cause it looks like a maze. Literary like sewers of a huge city, but it’s in the woods outside of the city.
They entered the car, and started driving to the city, there is about an hour drive and while they drove – a joint.

„Motherfucking imbecils, those Chicken people, Rodrigo.”
„I heared about it.”
„Should have seen it.”
„Why?”
„Literary, files of all people, experiments they done, what they want, the contracts, fucking everything.”
„Yeah…and?”
„A mess, all killed, of them I mean, by their so called patients, the Rebel sector downtown.”
„Yep.”

They were near. Literary this kind of dialoge lasted an hour because the dilution of time what THC does to people. The nearby city shone with great lights. But the sign, but the sign…

„MOON CITY, ENTER IF YOU DARE”

Some dared apparently, unprepared. With only the number one as protection. And all in preparation and command of Dr. CAY. They tried for years to investigate but failed. All his resposibility, until he tried himself. Ended up dead, unknown reasons.
„Poor guy” said the reader „ tried his best, hahaha”, it was 09:11, 1991., the fifth of september, and the reader continued laughing at the poornes of the Third World coming to an end.

„3% of population survival, hmm, interesting…All the Sexuals and their departments” (SEALD)

No where were they found, the X files. They were not hidden but destroyed. Literary Crow was amased what Rodrigo had secretly told him about the department of Rebels. He knew – read it on TV-news.

„Wtf Rodrigo is it true?”
„Yep, said it directly on TV.”
„Who the reporter?”
„Our guy, Smasher.”
„Fuck, they onto us!”
„Soon they wll find out, who we are Crow, and what we are on the „art” scene.”

It was all published on all the news. It was blurry, but the signature was there.

                                   „NEŠTOROW”

They thought, the public, he was killed in the last war against the Chicken people and they HQ chief DR.CAY. It led the afterwards police investigation to a trace that he, Neštorow might be alive , hiding somewhere in the center of Moon City.

„The actual fuck!?”
„Really, onto us.”
„Soon they will find the storage.”
„Should we call her?”
„Who?”
„Her.”
„Is it really necessary?”
„I mean, we should.”
„You think she’ll bother with it?”
„We could pay.”
„She’ll ask double.”
„Why?”
„On new drugs I suppose…gave up hacking, got bored.”
„Let’s try with the letter, she’ll then know it’s serious.”
„Sure, write it.”

THE CAREFUL LETTER

MRS. BONESESS,
Hello it’s Neštorow, we got an emergancy, it’s dying – the archive- we need a donation, of blood.
Sincerely and seriously it’s out.

….few days later.

She was on the other side of town when they found her. The two Pigeonmen Neštorow sent. As usual really hard to find and dressed all in black, in a pure black kimono and her as usual lightly hidden right eye with her dark hair. She was at the bar chatting secretly with a guy they knew. Voicehead, was he. They left the letter and left.
She just saw the name Neštorow, peeked the paper and said „Fuck Voicehead, the bloody N. morons.”
„Hahahha good luck.”
„I’m high as fuck man, says it’s serious – the blood thing again.”
„Good luck, fucking morons and their archive. They literary hoarded too much and played their wicked game and can’t handle it anymore.”
„Yes, always the center, aren’t they.”
„I’ll drop you there and go my way.”
„Give me a dose for having to bare with them, and their fucking detective stories…Vlad this, Vlad that and the rest.”
„Still about it?”
„Yes, I found out they delt with DR.CAY.”
„Oh, it’s done then.”
„Be sure Voicehead, I spied, know all about it, they didn’t even notice. I’ll have to listen to it all over again.”
„Here’s a double, let’s go.”

They went across the street. Took a cab to Nightmare street. It was 10:32 pm and they are there. She entered the warehouse. The bloody morons down the street thought she was blonde. She laught her guts out of herself „High morons, that’s what they are.”
She entered the office. They were there.
„Oh, there she is” said the two in the same voice.
„Shut the fuck up guys, you know it’s true, don’t want to talk about it…get to the fucking point.”
„Here’s the file – what we found out, and the danger.”
She opened it and there it was :
„DR.CAY dead – he at the move – Chesster on loose – PRIME DANGER”
„The motherfucking imbecil.”
„Yes, he still dares.”
„Literary too serious – why didn’t you put the symbol – I got double high so not to listen to you two bragging.”
„You’ll rest – we sleep here tonight for safety. Tomorrow we make a move.”
„Now let’s be honest, what do you know? Guys speak up, I’m not feeling that good.”
„We wrote it on the last page.”

She openes again, the document :
„CHESSTER IN GOOD TERMS WITH VOICEHEAD.”
There were pictures of them hanging in serious places all around Moon City, the secret ones, and phone data.
„The fucker” and suddenly throws up blood.
„The fuck Bone’, are you alright.”
„The drugs, it’s Voiceheads stuff.”
„Oh fuck – help her Crow!”
„Just fucking amazing. I know what it is, she’s unsaveable. She’ll apparently bleed out. Can’t really help her out.”

Rodrigo had a sudden attack, in tears they both watched her lose life. Shutting down forever. The eyes had the strangest things going on – looking like they are hallucinating. and slowly drying out. „She’ll stay for hours like this, clenched, we need to get rid of the body… look at the fucking chest.” said Crow hiding his tears.
„The glory in the eyes, what is that?”
„She saw it. They literary made it. This is a warning.”
„I mean she…the fuck…what we’ll gonna do?”
„We’ll need to take care of it ourselves.”
„Crow, it’s time for a reunion.”
„Sure, it is.”
„How much has it been?”
„Eleven years!”
„Good luck man.”
„She was real damn able.”
„She really didn’t know?”
„We were there before her.”
„I thought she knew.”
„Nah, literary she was only into experiments now.”
„Bloody Voicehead….probably they will gather more intelligence. He and Chesster.”
„I know who already.”
„Who?”
„When we’re at the office tomorrow morning, trust noone, just Vlad and Elizabeth B.”
„Got it.”
„Trust me, I’ll inform them, now get some rest, we’re at it tomorrow.”
„Sure. Night…hun!”
„Not the time for that.”

Rodrigo went to sleep still under shock. Took sleeping pills to loosen up. And went under.
Crow dialed in the other room. Vlad answered.
„It’s time, the reunion needed.”
„The fuck – why? – that serious?”
„It’s begun , he is on the move with Voicehead.”
„I’ll call her. Tomorrow, woods, office, us four and them.”
„Deal.”

THE MEETING

Literary, when they entered the office room, gazed at eachother, the four of them, the worlds stool still as a graveyard. She was there. Elizabeth B. that is Bathory E., some called her this, some that.
„Vlad got it doing already, no worries Crow.” said she and started walking towards Rodrigo.
„Don’t you fucking dare Elizabeth.”
„Just for fun?”
„No, you didn’t even care for her, just that they are on the move.”
„My god, what had gotten in you? Where’s the fun in it?”
„Where is he?” he gazed at them misteriously.
„Ah, you mean your old friend. He said he won’t come, I called him.”
„What? Don’t make me fucking angry, Is he coming or not?”
„Oh he’ll be here.” Said Vlad.
„Should we wait, he’ll be here in five.”
„Sure.”
HE ARRIVES
He walked slowly through the maze of the underground offices. Inspecting and dissecting, looking, watching this way or that, saying hello to bypassers. As they watched him approach their meeting room on the cameras, they got the chills.
„The bloody monster.”
„Crow no wonder he’s your rival in everything you do.”
„No, not rival, practically the same.”
„What’s his name again?”
„Ask she.”

They looked at Elizabeth B. She was smiling misteriously. „Hmmm, finally here, after eleven years. He is Franjanjaš Zulu. The guy everyone wants but doesn’t get.”
„Sure E.” said Crow „He a bloody monster, as I and you, and Vlad and Rodrigo.”
„But a little bit worse off than us, I admit.”
„The bloody eyes of the moron.”
„Hush, he’s near.”

He entered. Wore some new glasses, ofcourse. It’s been eleven years. He took them off and gazed tenderly over them. They still got the chills, he thought. All dressed up, as a gentleman, his messy hair and shaved face, the glasses – everything gave up an odor of a writer.

„Hi there. It’s been eleven years hasn’t it. How have you been my darlings?”
„Oh shut the fuck up, you monster.”
„You probably know all the eleven years by heart. The crisis, the everything in between too.”
„Hmm, don’t get me going how I’ve been.”
„Literary we don’t care.”
„Where is she, the body I mean?
„Cremated.”
„And those two?”
„Don’t even care.”
„But they ought to be here, with us.”
„They are not, and we are glad.”
„Just for informational purposes” said Vlad, „Where are Timmoth and Grimmoth….and what are they up to?”

F. Zulu smiled „They are coming later, my favourite witchers, they say they came up to something we ought to know.”
„About what?”
„You mean about who?”

They looked at him with question marks written on their faces.
„Cut the crap, speak!”
„I won’t, they will.”
„Why the hell not?”
„Too early an information for all of you.”
„What?”
„Yep.”

Crow looked at F. Zulu, trying to analise and suddenly cought a glimpse in his eyes of what might it be, that is about who.
„Say it’s not true.”
„Yes, they awoke him.”
Crow clenched his fist around his chest.
„Who? I mean, awoke him.”
„Hahaha, me.” said F. Zulu.
„What and why the hell did you do it, you bloody monster.”
„I deserved a rival. Need a new war. The last between us two. We need to get rid of him completely and have had the advatage of few years already.”
„How?”
„F.Zulu opened his coat and took the file out „Here open.”
Crow peeked in without others being able to look at it.

„SPRUD FOUND, ABLE TO GET RID OF HIM FOREVER; THE POISON IS AN ILLUSION – HE CAN DIE – WE REVIVED HIM -THE WEAK POINT SOUL FOUND”

„Crow smiled and let a tear out.”
„Finally even he should be glad, whan we send him to the graveyard.”
„Who? – if we may ask?”
„You seriously haven’t heard about Blackbile?”

Vlad threw up. E. Bathory Cried. Rodrigo was confused as he didn’t know who he was.
It was like a breaking point of the situation, the new information they got. The atmosphere in the room was ghoul and foul. Suddenly. Except for Crow and F. Zulu – they laught.

Then they entered. Timmoth and Grimmoth.

„Oh hi people. Looking not so good these three. Sure you told them.” said Timmoth.
„I firmly believe they did. How are you two smiling lovly guys? said Grimmoth.
Crow and F. Zulu barely believed their eyes. Timmoth and Grimmoth changed. Bloody twins – you simply couldn’t make them apart. But now you could.
„Lovly to see you two” said F. Zulu „Now lets get to the point, where is everybody, that is them?”.
„Go easy on us F.Zulu, let’s firslty do some coffee and cigarettes.”
„Rodrigo, would you?”
„Sure.”

They drank the coffee, with a little extra something that Elizabeth Bathory gave them. Zulu commanded the twins to explain the situation to the others while Crow analised by himself the file how to kill the awakened Blackbile.
„It’s seriously over soon F., the weakpoint found – we now know how to touch his soul.”
„You mean with what is it connected?”
„Exactly. But honestly, is it truly confirmed?”
„Yes, be sure.”
„You’ll do it?”
„Yep. When we find out what are they doing, that is plan to do. He’s probably already with Chesster and Voicehead.”
„How’d you do it? I mean, awaken him?”
„We found out where his sleeping place is, that is where they keep him laying and I just sent his men a simple warning that we know. Few weeks later we got a message directly from him saying – „ GOOD. SEE YOU SOON.” in his handwriting.
„Gosh Zulu, it’s really over soon I hope.”
„Should be, with no much effort to put in it.”
„Finally, his grip will leave us alone.”
„Haha, but ours won’t leave the rest of the world alone, I’m afraid.”
„Yep.”

Rodrigo, Elizabeth and Vlad thourogly were explained the situation by the twins and layed on the couch of the meeting room and were simply astonished.
Rodrigo especially couse he was the new guy in all of this. Discovered half year ago by Crow in the midst of a Moon city protest attack on the elite part of society.
They were pretty content but still deeply afraid of the trio they need to encounter – especially with wit and character – cause it will surely be a serious and tough game to win against them. But at the same time the two – Crow and Zulu were with them. They looked at them sitting in the other corner of the room calmly chatting about something mundane after Crow got the file and look through it.
They were sure they’ll win. But let’s start the game first, because it needs to be played without a plan like a chess game against a genious kid.
They also know now what Blackbiles target was and they took the thing serious.
When they got the explanation who and what too Blackbile is they started to feel his grip luring over their being as something brooding and intangible. Like something ominous and paranoid they need to get rid of as soon as possible.
He was a cyborg – half human and half „robot” – If that is what you could call him. And he was fueld with god knows what. He was worse then Vlad and Elizabeth with the „hunger thing” when they fought a serious enemy. Even, this felt presence of his being was worse for them, at least a bit, than seeing Crow and F. Zulu work on a hard and serious case. Thank god they haven’t seen F. Zulu work for eleven years. But it’s time. It has begun. It unfolds. The war.

BACK TO THE SKELETON

As I was skeleting my psychosis away, what did they say? „WE BEG OF YOU – STOP!”
I didn’t. There were too many of them, the anti-Sexuals. My bones hurt, but it grew anyway- my musclebody. They thought suddenly they did it for me or I with the help of them. „Something like drinking and eating from their….ass? or whatever it may be they meant, and simply by listening to their delusions. Enough!
But who were they? My characters? They really played well because long the fight was, wasn’t it?
From the moment when I was born, the first Skeleton ever. to the moment it grew, by building it up. Building it up by myself. Who was I? Not their buisness. What was I? Or simply what for? Not for them, probably. Those „people”- F. Zulu, Vlad, Timmoth, Grimmoth, E.Bathory, Voicehead, Bonesess, Blackbile, Chesster, Crow, Rodrigo were not to be known outside of the “underneath” – But I did it anyway, set them aloose – and became Self.

THE END