Electric Funeral

"Say what?," demanded the aging whore. "Tiny's fell down one of those shafts agin? Well shit on a shingle," swore Mother Firefly, putting down the fashion magazine and stubbing out her cigarrette.

"Yeah, come on I'll show ya where," Vera-Ellen says, pulling her mother along after her. They usually had RJ and/or Johnny around to help get him out, but now it was just the two of them. After picking their way through the increasingly treacherous dry, hole- and cave-ridden area they came upon a big hole with Tiny down at the bottom. Upon seeing Eve he sheepishly waves at his momma.

"Tiny, dammit! How many times d'you gotta wander off on yer own into messes?! You're gonna have to stop going out by yerself, hear me?" The chastened giant nodded his head in chagrin. Momma laid herself belly-first on the lip of the shaft to judge how far down he was and estimated some 25 feet--she was surprised the galoot hadn't gotten seriously hurt on his trip down. Way too far for her or Baby to reach, she decided.

"What're we gonna do?," whined the young blonde worriedly.

"Shush child! I'm thinkin..." Glancing toward the workshed she tells her daughter to fetch the strongest, thickest length of rope she can find, some shovels and buckets. Unaware of the plan fermenting in her mother's brain Baby obeys, running as fast as her lean, tanned legs will carry her. In the meantime the older woman changes into a pair of workpants and boots, then her and Baby digs on one side of the lip of the opening, and using buckets of water packing down the dry, dusty soil to keep Tiny from slipping once they got him to the top. "Ok, Baby Boy," she calls to her middle child. "You know the drill, tie this rope around your waist as good as you can and we'll hoist you up."

"How we gonna hoist him up, Momma? It takes me an' RJ or Daddy and Otis to get him up."

"Shut up and pull!," hisses Momma. Straining with all their might they tugged, digging tracks with their feet as they yanked to no avail. They couldn't budge poor Tiny, waiting tiredly at the bottom of the hole. "Damn," growled Mother. Sudden insistent grunts and gesticulating from Tiny brought the two females attention to an enormous rattlesnake skirting its way around the lip of the shaft. All the commotion had upset its mid-day sunning and it was now alert and ready for something to eat. "Holy fuck!," exlaimed the mother. Both women froze.

Very slowly and carefully Vera-Ellen stooped to grasp a discarded shovel as the reptile approached, flicking its tongue in an attempt to recognize the strange warm-blooded creatures in its midst. Baby stepped in between its path heading straight for Momma and swung the shovel with amazing force, slicing the snake cleanly in half. The two severed halves thrashed and twitched for half a minute or so, spraying blood on the dusty ground, then lay still.

Both ladies let out held breaths.

Glancing around again Mother Firefly espies a tree not very far away and instructs Baby to wrap the rope around it. "All right, NOW pull," she tells her, and they both pulled as hard as they could, sweat beading on their faces and necks with the strain. Slowly they began bringing the deformed family member up, inch by inch. Hands burning, being sraped raw, neither woman batted an eye but kept their grip on the rope, leaning back as step by step they hefted Tiny closer to the top.

When they felt they could pull no further Tiny was close enough to the top to reach out with his long arms, and with tremendous strength haul his massive form over the top, collapsing face-first on the packed dirt. Momma and Baby fell backwards, Baby on top, gasping and moaning. "Well I'll be fucked," mused Mother Firefly. "We did it!"

"Yeah!," agreed Baby, supremely proud of herself. "Now I'm gonna kick Tiny's ass!"


"Hold it right there," ordered Jenny, hand tensing on the gun. "Don't move!"

Otis kept leaning to one side, trying to reach his trusty knife. Before she could warn him again or shoot, Spaulding was up and on her, reaching for the cop's neck to throttle her.

The gun went off. Otis was leaping over the back of the front seat, clutching the blade point down for stabbing.

"Aaaagh, fuck!," roared the clown, spraying crimson on the back floorboards. Hand scrabbling at the hole in his thigh, his other big fist in self-defense flew out in a right-hook, cracking her lower jaw. Pain blossomed all along the bottom of Jenny's face, but she managed to keep hold of the gun, squeezing off another round at the screaming, long-haired figure suddon upon her. To her utmost surprise and horror she missed at near point-blank range, the sun reflecting off the brandished knife. With her free hand she made a grab for that hand, but he in his insanity was much stronger. He caught a bony knee in his gut instead, the air rushing out of his lungs for several seconds.

"Motherfucker," swore the woman, unused to such ferocity.

She wrenched free and slipped over the the door of the car (the convertible top being down) and landing in the dirt. In his rage Otis followed suit, the woman rolling out of his way just in time. She was seeing stars and knew her face was swelling by the moment. Otis swung at her again and she backpedalled, then took his wrist and swung it toward her and down, causing Otis to shear his own leg with the large blade. Jenny sprang backwards again as the madman tore towards her, blood squirting from his wound heedlessly. She fired again, missed, and thunked Otis in the back of the head with her weapon as he passed her in his rush. She planted her foot in the small of his knee, sending him to his knees. Without turning to look he swung out with a long, wiry arm in a steel-tipped arc. It narrowly missed her bare midriff, she felt the air coming off the knife as it came round.

Another shot went off. Dark eyes big as saucers the vice cop staggered forward, clutching an oozing hole in her side. Cutter slumped forward from the effort of standing and aiming, his terrible gunshot puncture still leaking blood.

Jenny's gun fell out of her stiffening fingers as she joined Otis on her knees on the ground, gasping and gurgling for air. Otis grunted in pleasure, getting to his feet and glaring down at her. He was about to slit the bitch's throat when she pulled something from her pocket, raised it and a loud crack signalled. "Fuck! You shot me in the arm!," Otis growled, completely surprised. Fortunately for him it was such a small calibre it didn't do a lot of damage. But it was enough to cinch Jenny's fate.

"Give me that," he hisses, taking the tiny handgun from her. He then plowed his fist into her swelling face, then again, and again, after so many hits she finally fell flat on her back. He ceased when her blackened eyes rolled up into her head as she slipped into unconciousness.