DARK TOWER VIII Reboot 2015

1 DARK TOWER VIII Reboot 2015 Gregg Cunningham “If its Ka, it’ll come like the wind…” Susan Delgado. 2 In the beginning… What would have happened had the blonde in the old beat up ford stopped for Dale Barbara 2miles outside the town of Chester Mill? Perhaps, in another world, Dale may have watched as the tail lights flickered then stayed on, as the car idled by the side of the road. The familiar young blonde driving the truck, bright grey eyes, with her hair in a pony tail, might have smiled as Dale approached, and greeted him with a local welcome. Dale might have said fate stepped in , she might have said ka The girl might then have offered him a lift to somewhere or sometime like Arcadia beach, time is strange in these parts. Characters from penned stories, waiting on the subs bench, waiting for a new entrance, a new ‘enter stage left’. They know little of time, or why they shouldn’t be where they now find themselves. She might have watched the stranger get it and smile, as she drove them from the fate that was imminent on Chester’s Mill, engaging in small talk with the handsome hitch hiker. She might have even told Dale how she was running from an abusive aunt in her fathers car. A father who once doted for her, but died mysteriously on their ranch. “If its ka it’ll come like the wind…” She might say. Dale stood by the Arcadia beach front, and watched as Susan’s Ford drove away, a fleeting moment where two strangers paths crossed for the good of the white Two strangers picked out from a library of characters to do Ka’s bidding. Along the beach, another character plays with his sister, a sister in another world who had died too early by the pen of her maker. For the moment they are blissfully unaware that another pen frantically scribbles for the good of the White. This time, the pen is condemning the brother to an early retirement. The Dean family seem to bare too much death. But for now Gloria watches her younger brother Eddie paddle in the frothing sea, unaware of the thinny that approaches. There is another, a wise man, forgotten from another adventure. He sits and waits for the moment to arrive where these two characters meet for the first time. His duty is to serve the Beam, and he knows what he has to do. It has happened before, many times. Its little Eddie Dean who begins the screaming, as the creatures scuttle from the tide- whadda chum Whadduchick these giant crab creatures pulled from another world, mid world, to spill blood and feed on new hunting grounds. I am the eater of worlds can be heard wafting through the thinnys haze as it glides over the crashing waves. The thinny that rips apart worlds and opens gateways to others, spews out waves of thick bubbling crimson that caress and froth towards the madness on the beach, as 3 more screams join young Eddies. Gloria is one of the screamers, only she is running into the waves with her beach tennis racket swiping away the creatures attacking her little brother. She frantically swings at the ghastly abominations as they tear chunks from Eddie. Dale Barbara hears the screams and drops his army duffle bag, leaping over the sea wall down to the beach. He battles through the people as they flee the monsters, down towards the girl with the racket, who stands sobbing over her bloodied brother, and draws his pistol. He fires, shooting one, two three of the menacing lobstrocities before reaching the sobbing girl. She fends him of in panic and he drops the gun, cursing as he grabs her tight. She wriggles, but soon gives. They are surrounded, the whadda chum whadda chick chorus like a choir chorus soon becomes excited, as the lobster creatures raise sharp menacing claws towards A helpless Dale, clutching a equally desperate Gloria. The sun worshipers flee the chaos of Arcadia beach to return to their parked cars in the car park, abandoning their beach towels and ice boxes, and in some cases – their sanity. Rows and rows of shiny new BMW’s and imported Japanese models revved to life and wheel spun from the verges away from the mayhem. The wise man, Speedy Parker the blind busker, sits next to the ice cream van playing his saw halfway through his Guns ‘n Roses tribute act, and stops, turning towards the parked cars suddenly. In amongst the Ford pickups and the latest Takura spirit models is what resembles an old vintage Blue Buick. The buskers blind gaze falls upon one specific parked car…a familiar Buick with a Roadmaster crest emblazoned on its body work and realises that today is the day. The body work of the 1953 model is dazzling, pristine blue paintwork and fine polished chrome bumpers that seems to absorb the light emanating from the thinny on the beach. The only part of the Buick 8 looking out of place is the Pennsylvanian plates that are muddy and faded-those and the throbbing light pouring out from inside the car. Pulses of tremendous purple light-quakes erupt from within the Buick’s interior as the trunk door springs open,unhinging fully and bounces back on its metal mounts revealing the gaping darkness. Speedy Parker, the blind saw player, quivers and stands up making sure as eggs is eggs not to be seen- then he drinks some of his magic juice from his Northwest Prosatronic flask. Something stirs from deep within the trunk. Long taloned fingers clutch at the panelling, and with a laboured struggle it heaves itself from the confines of the tight trunk space out into the brave new world. i am the eater of worlds The warbling sound continues as people scramble around the Buick that is being absorbed in the dazzling light show pulsing and humming along with the screams from the beach. The gangling man in black slides awkwardly out from the trunk onto the hot bitumen ground, and rolls to his feet. He stretches away the many years and lets out a howl of exaltation as he dusts his robes down and looks around at his new surroundings with wondering anticipation. Another world, another kingdom to fall, and as his thoughts wander to the fallen Gilead- he grins with anticipation of meeting the Gunslinger once more. He stands and waits for the car park to empty then makes his move promptly towards to golden sands that is Arcadia beach, and watches the majestically descending thinny. Speedy Parker tucks away his flask and readies himself for another journey to serve the Beam. 4 The Man in black fled across the deserted car park, and the guns n’ roses singer followed… ….the discordant Hawaiian jangle of the buskers saw is what woke Cujo, and as he lifted his weary head…Paradise City is not what greeted his bleary gaze…from his layabout under Speedy Parker’s feet, the Camber’s “good dog” felt the old familiar red rum rage rising as his dreams of chasing that furry bird across the meadow, were shattered by screams that raked his ears. He lifted his bearish head and the old wounded body followed, the healing gunshots drilling more pain into his already muddled/murderous brain…as he lumbered down the sandy defile, he could see creatures, that at first he thought were constructs of his disease, but as he drew closer, the mud bug scent made them real…between the warbling shrillness of a badly played saw, the throat cracking cries as limbs were pulled off ,as if from a cheap baby- doll and the lunatic bleats of “Dad-a-chik?”, “Dum-a-Chum”? Assaulted him-Cujo let any shreds of canine restraint slip away…and he became a killing machine again, as the Crimson fog slipped over his mind and his jaws slipped around the heads of the lobstrocities.. “….I do not kill with mind; I kill with my teeth” Shall we wake him, the man on the rock? He sits there oblivious to the world as it moves on, the water lapping at his boots. Soon it will reach his father’s guns, the fine sandalwood grips worn down with the ages. Soon his cartridges will be useless to the fight. Soon the lobstrocities will handicap him in his quest for…for what? Why is he here? Has he not completed his quest already? Ahh, yes, it all makes sense now- I see him. Emerging through the doorway from the other side of the crimson thinny as it skims the worlds between is the Man in Black returning from the frothing waters, wading towards the sleeping man on the rock. As he nears he sees something new, dangling in the water from the sleeping mans belt, The Horn of the Eld. His eyes widening with pleasure- the sleeping man is learning. “Wake up Gunslinger!” the man in black says. “Wake up before the world moves on!” he reaches down to the horn and begins to untie its bonds. The Gunslinger moves fast, his hand (complete with five digits) already firmly around the Man in Blacks wrist, ” …You forget the face of your father cully” he grumbles staring into the thief’s eyes. “Why Roland of Gilead, I was mealy going to blow it- seen as you have failed to do so, on so many occasions- shall we? The Man in Black smirks, still stooped over.

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