Cowboys From Hell
—MAD SCIENCE: D12
—KNOWLEDGE SCIENCE: D8
—EXTRA POWER POINTS
—MR. FIX IT (FREE)
—VOW (MAKE THINGS RIGHT)
5—VIGOR: D8 (ATTRIBUTE)
10—MAD SCIENCE: D12 (SKILL)
15—VETERAN OF THE WEIRD WEST
25—SPIRIT: D8 (ATTRIBUTE)
I start awake from my place at the bar and look at my watch. It reads 11:58, and I take a shot of whiskey for all the good it’ll do me. I can’t tear my eyes from the coffins of all the people I’ve known over the many long years, all stacked in a neat row along the wall: Irish, Kane, Big Bill, even my half-brother Ulysses and his daughter, Mary Lou. They’ve all come and gone, the only family I’ve ever had.
11:59, I can feel the humming and the heat, deep in my chest. Where my heart once pumped blood, now replaced by wires and gears and gadgets even I can’t fully comprehend. I thought I choose this path, but now it seems the path was chosen for me.
Midnight. The shadowy form of Death comes to collect the souls of those I’ve loved and lost. “Why not me?!” I scream futilely at the reaper. “Why not my soul instead?!”
The specter looks at me and smiles. “Why Eli, you gave up your soul long ago. And now it’s time to burn.”
Unholy hellfire pours out of me, setting to flame my friends, my family, my home, and the only thing I can hear is laughing, the screaming sobbing laughter of mad man. My laughter.
I start awake from my place at the bar and look at my watch. It reads 11:58.
AUTHOR: Sam Scott