Tale of Phil

Sitting by the railway there was an old men. Looking at the dawn as he carried no words, as his tender eyes slowly banished into the huming darkness of the desert.....

The man laughs......


.....As you can tell that he has seen insanity and hell into the eye.

Walking and begging for some coins, old Phil entered into a bar, holding some warm coins in his hand and asking for a drink. His sweat gave him a sticky sensation as the sun was high on the sky.

The bar was dark enough to have a cool sensation, people were tired... It seemed that the place was stoped in time as the flies placed over the people tired looks and then leave...everything was like a daydream were the guys on the bar were resting their faces on the long wooden table, holding the cigs on their mouths or his fingers . A forbidden mantra of hums came out the mouth of Phil. The Bald men whit a big stomach was holding his beer and drinking it as he hummed songs no one cared about..

The Sun was High in the Noon..... and that small piece of land was an island lost in the eternal slumber of the desert...Lost souls who coudnt find their place...a new home...

Phil came out of the place, stumbled and feeling a bit drunk as he walk away of the bar, smiling and laughing trying not to think in the slavery issues...he was sure the goverment would solve those types of conflicts.

He walked to nowhere as he hold his hat, his brown eyes moving arround trying to find some coins in the hot ground as his sweat was all over his yellowish shirt, his weapon was unloaded and the only thing on his eyes was the shine of the railways thanks to the sunlight..

it was arround 16.00 hours when the old Phil decide to take a leak on the outskirts of the town, his yelowish urine touched the hot sand making soft steam as he relaxed on his private moment. feeling how the drunkness was slowly leaving his body to enter in a small headiche...looking arround as he saw the mirage on the desert, that damn mirage that makes you belive theres hope out there...that theres water.. but through the water effect of the mirage he saw something, shaking from side to side like a palm tree about to fall, a dark figure whit red shining eyes and a smile whit sharp teeths...walking towards him, looking to him and penetrating into his soul through those damn red eyes. Phil was scared...

he took his unloaded gun and he try to shoot as he ran into the town, covering the ground whit a trail of urine as his pants were droping, shouting and cursing as the man in black was each time closer to the town, smiling as he whispered softly his name... 'Philip..' he said as his voice was a knife cutting your nerves, fitting as a sharp knive between his fingertips and ripping off his fingernails and skin on one tought movement whit out love or care.

the sun was red as the blood...slowly hiding as the horrible nightmare place his foot on the town know as "Ezekiel".

The man in black suddenly jump behind phil as this one reached the entrance of the bar, shouting as everyone saw the man in black similing....

the fear made them unload their weapons....the stars were bright that night as the shining lights and the thunder sounds of the guns sound over the town....

Hours past...people die as the man in black was holding to phil by his neck carefully as the sound of the ravens carving on the mutilated corpses and the blowing wind the only sounds heard besides the painfull moaning of phil trying to release himself from the man in black hand, crushing his throat.

The man in black only stoped for a moment as he came to his ear whispering

-Do you Know who i am?
phil try to answer as the man in black keep holding his neck but more softly to allow him to talk... Phil could only say

-The Devil....

The man in black only smiled as he whispered in his ear

-I wont kill you.....But ill let you know my name....
the man in black took a knife from his long black duster as he keep holding to Phil.....













A week after the texas ranger arrived to town, they found phil as the only survivor... he didnt speak because he coudnt, he coudnt react to anything because his mind was shattered into pieces...but there was something on his skin, a name......


CROWLEY.


Phil was taken to a mental asylum on the north of washington. And he waits in fear, not dead but neither alive...as a raven waits next to his cell......

...The texas ranger only found foots steps on the town from a men who would be the reason of all this masacre...Oddly the foots steps were in a direct line on the town and never enter in any building where the corpses where found, neither arround the place where Phil was found.....
the foot steps vanished on the outskirts of the town....but it seem they are heading to the north.