Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen


Caged Bill's room of dismembered bodies was in more chaos than when the customers first arrived. The young Latino girl's body laid on the table, her head severed and her body stripped of her clothing. The boy-friend that attacked Bill sat in the corner with a small fire axe burried in his terror frozen face. In the center of the room stood Bill, harpooned through the chest starting throug his buttocks with a blunt metal pole and his cage helmet sitting on the floor in a pool of blood. The large man's face had been removed due to crude cutting and his eyes stood out with horror on them. Blood dripped from his wounds as Scarecrow Jack and Louise Diabolo walked in, the devil lead the way.

Louise walked around Cage Bill's body with folded arms behind his back and lazy eyes. "It looks like Bill ... Messed with the wrong person." He said in a sadden deep voice followed by the horrible chirping sound within his throat.

Jack stared up and down the dead body, face of rage hidden behind his mask. "I stabbed the guy! How could he kill Bill?!" Jack's cracked voice roared.

Louise turned slowly, ignoring Jack's rage, and pointed to the boy-friend in the corner of the room. "Was that him?"

Jack shook his head and stopped his feet like a child. "NO! NO! NO! How could he kill Bill?! He is dead too!"

Louise darted a glare at Jack and flashed his hand made sharp yellow teeth. "CALM DOWN!" The chirping in his throat sounded loudly with warning. "What did the man look like?"

Jack lowered his shoulders and cocked his head to one side, staring his drawn eyes to Diabolo. "A pretty boy in glasses."

The devil man took in a deep breath. "Well ... We have to find him. We need all the souls to speak with lord Bentack tonight."

Jack rolled his head around loosely. "And if we don't?"

Diabolo started to walk slowly passed Jack with ease. "Then you will be the last soul I will take to him."

Jack let out a grunt and slammed his fist on the table. "There is no way that guy could stab a fat ass like Bill with a pole like that. He was kinda weak looking."

Diabolo let out a short chuckle. "Given the circumstance, I am certain that any weakling could do all sorts of wonders." His Italian tongue ran over the Ws in his words. He glanced to the floor to study a dried blood trail that led from the hallway of cornstalks and into Bill's room. "I see where he was dragged into this room, but there is no blood drops leading out."

Jack turned his head completely around to face Diabolo behind him. "Bandage maybe?"

"True, but a fatal wound would force blood to drip even through a bandage made from a shirt." He gave a grin. "Unless you didn't inflect the man like you said."

With a twist of his feet, Jack turned his body around to face his boss. "Don't even go there, red head, I cut the guy so deep that you could see his innards. No way he could still be alive."

Diabolo licked his lips with a lizard like tongue. "You said he was the one with the woman you took?"

Jack gave one large nod. "Yeah."

Diabolo fixed his eyes down the hallway. "Then we know where he is heading to. He wants to be a hero and save his love."

Jack gave a cackle. "We've got a hero on our hands."

Louise looked over his shoulder. "Yes, which means you should watch out. A hero fighting for love is far dangerous than a maniac with blood lust."

Jack lowered his head and popped his shoulders by rotating them. "Why am I suppose to go after him?"

Diabolo slowly walked down the hallway like a phantom without feet. "You screwed up, Jack. Do the math."