andrewfiftyone - Tumblr blog

andrewfiftyone · 7 years ago

Text

Origin of the sins of the flesh part 6. (Finale)

A thick darkness enveloped the desert all around the massive ranch that belonged to the infamous Nathaniel Morris. Morris was a wealthy criminal who seemed to have his fingers in every pot and every law man, judge and politician within 100 miles on his payroll. On the large porch that overlooked the front of the property. Two of morris' armed goons sat with loaded shotguns looking out on the still night.

"So, John. Ya hear bout those. Woman bounty hunters?

"Yeah. I heard about them. "Woman bounty hunters". Just a bunch of non sense. They also say they're pretty much naked too. Its all bullshit. Women are good for three things. Cookin', cleanin' and fuckin'."

The two men guffawed stupidly for A few moments when one of the men suddenly fell to the floor.

"Hey Mike, get up! What are you doing?"

Mike didn't respond. A pool of blood suddenly started to form around his head."

John began to run into the house to sound the alarm when he felt a soft hand cover his mouth. Then sharp, cold steel run across his throat. John dropped to his knees as a fountain of crimson blood flooded from his neck. Spattering on the wood boards of the porch and glistened in the soft moonlight. Everything slowly faded to black. As he lay dying. He heard a soft female voice say. "Good work Jezebell."

Upstairs. Nathaniel Morris sat in his study. He was crossing names out of a ledger he kept for people that owed him money. The names he crossed out were of those who had finally payed up after a little "persuasion". Or never payed at all and had coincidentally met an unfortunate accident recently. He raised a glass of blue label to his lips when he suddenly heard a scream and a gunshot just outside of his door. Morris grabbed his double barrel, got up and called out to his man "Jed". There was no reply, so He locked the door. When he turned around. There was a beautiful girl with dark hair and bright green eyes now sitting in his chair. She was only covering herself with a poncho-like riding cloak that was open.

"If you're a whore someone sent for my birthday. You're early. My birthday is next month."

Said Nathaniel

"I'm no birthday present Mr Morris. And I'm no whore." Replied the green eyed girl.

"Well then. I guess you've gotta be leaving then".

Morris leveled the shotgun at the girl and pulled its triggers...."click click."... Nothing.

The girl tossed two shotgun slugs on the desk.

"Mr Morris. I'm surprised. I would imagine a man such as yourself would always think to check his gun before trying to fire it."

Said the girl with a grin. Morris quickly began fumbling through his pockets for more slugs. the door behind him suddenly crashed open. And four more girls entered the room with guns drawn. He recognized two of them. " "Blondey! I was wondering where you made off to. Your regulars have been asking." Said Morris with mock-friendliness.

"Shut the fuck up you fat pig!"

Blondley yelled then busted Morris in the head with the butt of her pistol. Then kicking his leg, forcing him to his knees. And disarming him of his firearm.

"So the rumors are true. You are the woman bounty hunters. Even the stuff about your lack of clothing I see. You ladies do understand that there is no bounty on my head correct?"

Djade walked up to Nathaniel. Crouching down and getting face to face with him.

"That's where you're wrong Mr. Morris. There's a rather large bounty on your head. It just wasn't placed there by any yellow bellied law man. And we aren't bounty hunters any more. We're assassins. And we've come to collect. on you."

"This is where a lesser man might start crying and begging for mercy. Offer to double the money and all that. I've lived a long life. Done a lot of bad things. I always knew I wouldn't be able to out run that old grim reaper forever. I just never guessed that he'd come in the form of five pretty ladies... And you all sure are pretty..."

Morris paused for a moment dropping his head and closing his eyes.

"...go on now. Do what you came here to do."

Djade stood up. The man's calmness in the face of death was suprising to her. She almost felt a small tinge of respect for him...almost.

"Alright Dusty. You do the honor."

"Gladly!" Dusty pulled Jezebell from its sheath. A wild look came over her face. Like she was so excited to finally kill Morris that it was going to give her an orgasm. She stuck the knife hard into the man's neck. All the way to the hilt. Then withdrew it and stabbed it in a second time. Blood squirted and gushed from the wounds. Turning Nathaniel's expensive, white suit completely red on one side. Dusty got eye level with Morris, who could only make gurgling noises. She kissed his forehead and pushed the man to the ground. Nathaniel Morris was dead. And the sins of the flesh, were officially born.

0 notes

andrewfiftyone · 7 years ago

Text

The origin of the Sins of the Flesh. Part 5

Djade and Jessica spent the next few months hopping from town to town, picking up bounties when they could. Unfortunately, a lot of the local law men weren't keen on the idea of two women doing "man's work". Some of the sheriffs would pay the money. Then warn that they should "keep on moving". While others refused to pay them for the bounties all together. Rather than make futile arguments with these fellows. They figured logical course was to simply swallow their pride and take the loss. It was disheartening. But it was all they could do. Along thier journeys. Djade and Jess picked up a few new Companions. Making them a full fledged posse. There was Dusty. An Irish girl with a firery personality and blazing red hair to match. Her face and body were spotted with freckles and she had a little gap between her two front teeth. Dusty's parents were murdered over a land despute with a powerful gangster named Nathaniel Morris. The tragedy had left her a little unhinged. She like to kill with a large hunting knife that she had named "jezebell". The next was "Blondey". Obviously named so due to her golden lochs that she liked to keep trimmed very short. Like Djade, she was a runaway prostitute that had worked in a brothel owned by the very same Nathaniel Morris. And finally, there was Greyeyes. A strong native girl. She had hair that was as black as a cloudy midnight. Even darker than Djade's. She was soft spoken and a skilled huntress. She was the last survivor of a village that had been decimated by a mysterious illness. Together, they were a deadly force. Each girl had her own set of skills that were beneficial to the group. Their reputation as deadly female bounty hunters began to grow among the outlaw gangs. It wouldn't be long before Djade and her posse became as wanted by the criminals as the crimals were wanted by the law. Things were starting to become dangerous for the women. And so they set up a temporary base camp in the wilderness, Far off the beaten path. Unbeknownst to them, their fame had started to travel far and wide. Reaching a certain party all the way in New York city. And soon, this party would change the course of Djade and company's lives forever. One lazy day at the base camp. The girls were enjoying a little R&R. Dusty sat atop a rock, Getting a little sun on her freckled skin and sharpening Jezebell with a whetstone. She tested the sharpness by shaving off a patch of hair. From her "under area." But was still not content and continued to run the knife across the stone.

"You won't have any hair left down there if you keep doing that." Called out Blondey with a smirk.

"Maybe I'll just shave it all off. We shave our legs and armpits don't we? Why not just go for broke and get rid of it all? Who knows. Maybe it'll be a trend one day." Said dusty.

"Your mental. Why would anyone do that? A fashion trend? Yeah right. Maybe 100 years from now." Blondey said said with snort and resumed picking her banjo.

Greyeyes was attempting to catch some fish in a nearby stream with her bare hands while Blondey continued to pluck away at. Djade was looking over a map of the area and Jess was in her tent for some alone time.

Dusty stopped sharpening Jezebell for a moment and broke the silence.

"I can't wait till they put a bounty on that bastard Nathan Morris."

Blondey looked up from the banjo.

"how would you even get that fat fucker on the back of a horse? Guy must be 250 pounds."

"don't need his body. I'll just cut off his head. That should be sufficient right?"

Said Dusty while running the blunt side of jezebell's blade across her neck.

"yeah well. I wouldn't hold my breath on that one. Men as well connected and rich as Morris don't get arrested and they certainly don't get bounties put on them." Replied Blondey.

Greyeyes suddenly stopped her attempt at fishing and raised her head in curiosity. She walked from the stream to the edge of the tree line and looked out into the vast flatland that lay beyond it and silently watched. Djade took notice of this and walked up beside her.

"something is coming." Said Greyeyes in a low voice. Djade looked off in the same direction, but saw and heard nothing. But before long, Djade could see a small cloud of dust begin to rise over the horizon. Greyeyes was right. Blondey joined them. She could see it too.

"horses?"

"stagecoach." Answered Greyeyes.

"we're miles from any road. And its coming this way. Everyone get ready. Someone's found us." Said Djade.

Jessica popped her head from the tent. Annoyed by the interruption.

"What's going on?"

"get your guns. We've got visitors." Answered Djade.

The women took defensive positions behind some rocks and trained thier guns in the direction of the approaching threat. Djade looked over at Dusty to see that she seemed to be muttering something quietly to herself. Then Djade realized that Dusty was talking to jezebell. What she was saying to the knife was anyone's guess. The stagecoach was now in full view and getting closer. Is was being pulled by two large, Clydesdale horses. The women waited tensely as the coach grew closer and closer. It finally came to a stop just a few hundred yards from the campsite.

"hold your fire." Ordered Djade.

The driver was a hideous albino man. Short and chubby with a large tumor growing on the left side of his face. Which was all scarred up from syphilis. The man jumped down from his seat and opened the door of the stagecoach. Djade tensed up for a moment. She briefly expected six armed outlaws to come leaping out with guns blazing. But that's not what happened. Instead, a lone, well dressed man with a thin face and thin body stepped out. He wore a black derby hat and an expensive looking suit. Instead of a gun, he carried a fancy, black leather briefcase. And wore equally fancy looking, black shoes.

"hello? I'm looking for the one called Djade!"

Called the man in an eastern accent and misspernouncing Djade. As "Duh-Jade". Not knowing to drop the D.

"You pernounce it "Jade". Not "duh-Jade"! What's your business stranger? Better tell us fast if you don't want a new hole in your head!" Djade called back Without stepping out from her cover.

"My name Niles Thompson. I have come on behalf of my employers to propose a very lucrative opportunity for you and your associates. That is of course if you are willing to hear it."

Djade looked at the others. Jess gave her a look and shrug that said "what could it hurt?" Greyeyes and Blondey seconded this. Meanwhile, Dusty was still gazing at the man with a wild look in her fierce, blue eyes that made Djade fear that she might stab him if he got too close, regardless of whether he was a danger or not.

"Alright Mr Thompson we'll listen to your proposal. But the uh...'gentleman' with you stays with the coach." Answered Djade.

Thompson straightened his tie and brushed a little dust from his jacket and walked into the camp. The girls emerged from their cover. Thompson staggered a bit upon seeing them and his face turned a little flush. They had not bothered putting on thier riding cloaks to cover themselves. And didnt care what this outsider thought about it. Djade walked up to the skinny man, gun in hand but pointed down to the ground. The others however, had their sights still trained on him.

"follow me." Said Djade.

"um, yes. Of course!" Answered Thompson. His eyes darting to different objects behind Djade instead of looking right at her. Djade found the man's sudden awkwardness at the sight of her and the others in their "uncovered state" a little amusing. The two stepped inside of Djade's tent. With Jessica entering right after them. The other three stayed just outside. Djade took a seat at a wooden table and motioned for Thomson to do the same. She didn't like that he kept his briefcase in his lap upon sitting.

"briefcase on the table please. I want to be able to see it." Djade demanded.

Thompson looked hesitantly for a moment at the dusty surface of the table and reluctantly complied.

"sorry, its just that this case is made from real Italian leather."

The comment annoyed Djade. Leather is leather. What makes Italian cows so damn special?

"alright Thompson. What's your proposal?"

Thompson shifted in his seat and was obviously straining hard to keep eye contact with Djade.

"The story of the 'female bounty hunters' has begun to reach far and wide. News travels fast in this modern era of train and telegraph and train you see. And my employers has become very interested in you and your associates here. After some simple inquiry and study. They have decided that you are the best candidates ."

Djade raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Candidates for what exactly?"

"To help rid this young and still untamed country of the corrupt criminal element that plagues it. All over this land, Wealthy, connected men, commit sickening crimes with total impunity because they are cozy with equally corrupt politicians, judges and law men. And there's no one to stop them. My employers believe that your group here, has the skills and moral fortitude to help them bring this situation under control. Given, that you agree to join us."

Djade still wasn't convinced. This all sounded very suspect.

"And just who are your employers Mr Thompson? And how did you even find us all the way out here?"

"I'm am not at liberty to divulge that information. Lets just say that I represent a party that has a lot to lose should the information of its plans were ever to come to light. As for how I found you. Lets just say, that when my employers mean to locate someone who doesn't wish to be found. They come to me. And I'm very good at what I do." Thompson concluded.

"Okay then. How exactly does your employers plan to bring these criminal elements under control and what does that have to do with us?" Asked Djade.

"Simple really. We send you a name, photo and information of a certain individual of interest via post. Then you and your associates 'take care' of the fore mentioned individual. Once the individuals death has been confirmed on our end. You will all be well compensated for your time and efforts of course."

"So basically, you want us to be your assassins. Take out your 'employer's' competition. Is that what you're asking me?"

Jade crossed her arms and glared at the man with narrow eyes. The green in them flashed bright like emeralds.

"...because if that's the case Mr. Thompson. I'm sure the pinkertons would be more than happy to oblige you for that kind of work. Good day sir!"

Thompson shifted nervously and cleared his throat.

"I beg your pardon. I meant no insult miss Djade. Please understand that is not what I am asking. I am asking for you to help clean this country of evil men who kill, rob and exploit hard working men and women who are just trying to scrape by. I'm talking about you and your associates having the opportunity to enact real change in this country. No longer having to drag the stinking corpses of small time outlaws through the desert for mere chump change. We've studied you. We know that you are not merely in this for the money. You want to make a difference. And we want to provide you the ability to do just that. All you need to do, Is accept our offer. What say you miss Djade? Will you help us?"

Djade sat quietly for a moment, eyeing Thompson. She leaned back into her chair with her arms resting behind her head. She then uncrossed and re-crossed her legs just to add to Thompson's uncomfortably, which was still amusing to her. She was just about to once and for all decline the offer when she suddenly remembered the words of the old Indian she met on their last day together.

"Last night. I had a vision. You must make your way west. To the desert. There, you will receive an offer. You must not refuse it." Djade had dismissed the man's words as nothing more than an old Indian being superstitious and had never put any stock into peoples claims about so called "visions". But maybe, in this case. She should take the words seriously. Djade then lit up a cigarette and extended her hand to Mr Thompson.

"Sir, I think we have a deal."

"Marvelous!" Exclaimed Thompson. Gleefully shaking Djade's hand.

"You will need to find a more permanent residence of course. Something we can help with. But first I will need to travel to meet with my employers to deliver the good news. I will return in a few weeks. We can hash out the details then. Thank you very much miss Djade. I shall take my leave now... But one last thing before I go. If I may inquire..."

Thomson's face was now beet red. Djade knew what the question was going to be.

"...why...um, why is it....err, lets see..."

"Why are we naked? Simple. Its hot out here in the desert." Said Djade with a laugh.

"Um, well. Yes, I suppose that makes sense." Said the lanky man with a nervous chuckle.

Djade accompanied Thompson to his carriage. The albino driver hopped down from his perch and opened the door for his employer. Upon seeing Djade for the first time the man's, red eyes grew wide and his white face flushed. He shamelessly oogled her up and down. Then a second time.... Then a third. Djade merely laughed at the dirty little man's boldness. Finally he gave her a big, toothless smile and waved goodbye. Closing the carriage door behind Thompson and returning to his seat. Almost tripping over his own feet. He gave Djade another enthusiastic wave and she waved back, figuring the man for a def mute. finally he snapped the reins and the horses and coach wheeled off back the way they had come.

Upon returning to camp. The other girls were not exactly thrilled that Djade had accepted such a large undertaking without having consulted them first. But it didn't take long for her to get them to see that this was the right thing to do. That's when they decided that they needed some kind of name for their group. The girls already had a few unofficial monikers bestowed upon them by the gentlemen outlaws who feared them. The "bounty whores", "fucking sluts", and "those bitches". Not exactly the most flattering of titles. A few suggestions were put forward. Such as "the gun girls", "the naked five" and "the shootettes". But these were immediately shot down. Then Dusty spoke up.

"Y'all remember that time we went to that town lookin' fer Clyde "seven toes" Martin. And that preacher man started hollerin' at us fer not covering ourselves like "proper ladies". And sayin' we was commitin' "sins of the flesh."

"I remember that. You knocked that holy roller right in the mouth and nearly got us all lynched!" Said Jessica.

"Yeah well, the bible thumpin bastard deserved it. Anyway, my point is. "The sins of the flesh". How about that fer our name?"

Djade looked to other girls.

"Yeah, That's perfect! I think you nailed it Dusty. That will be our name. From now on, we are the sins of the flesh!"

(To be continued)

0 notes