Lunaramblings
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A Future.
A Future.
A lash of lightning tears through the sky, suddenly illuminating the harsh, barren waste. Once a world thrived here. Children laughed and played, families picnicked by the babbling brooks. Then this world, like so many before, was destroyed. It is gone now, all that we have struggled for, all that has been real and held dear, all gone in the blink of an eye. As the lightning fades, a shimmer of purple light appears. A man in gold and blue emerges.
"This is my fault. Because of me, this world has been doomed..... But there is hope. There is still a prophecy. Nabu, you have sustained me.... now I will call on the last vestiges of power, and try to save this world before it can be doomed."
The man turns and faces a companion as he steps through the portal: a man with a terrible scar and a leering grin.
He wore guns on his hips, and a tattered, weatherworn version of a Confederate Army uniform. His hat was tilted low over his eyes, but this did little to hide the damage that had been done to his countenance.
And he listened, dubious at best, to the man in gold, as he tipped that hat back now on his head with an upraised index finger.
"'Save th' world,'" he hmmphed. "Catchy phrase, ya could write papers back East. But what's it gotta do with me?"
"It is now to be your destiny. I bring you here so you can see what has come to pass. I will show you those that tried and failed."
The man in gold waves his hand, and above what appears to be a run-down cemetery a vision appears. Flickering images, memories of the great cataclysm.
Solemn, the man in the black duster and the faded grey uniform watched the tableau unfold...
A man with a hammer, striking with such fierce strength at the dread machines harvesting this world. A young man moving so fast the backdrop is a blur, lashing out and smashing the enemy hordes, until a blast seems to disintegrate him. As the blast clears the man with the hammer is surrounded, taken upon by the enemy, he dies, his hammer in his hand. Then from somewhere to the side comes a horse, a man firing his guns, before long he too is taken to task. A man cloaked in Green Flame, also torn down and destroyed, the glowing lantern he held thrown to the winds, guttering the flame goes out. Battle rages, a pair of gunslinging twins fall to the horde. Finally, stranded and alone, a giant of a man, dressed in the traditional war garb of Native Americans is torn to pieces, his screams rock the very ground.
The witness to this display, this display cast by the man in gold, his grin was no longer leering. He was no longer grinning. The vicious age-old wound down the right side of his face seemed to throb with his displeasure.
He spat hard at the ground beside him.
He struck a match and lit a hand-rolled cigarette, and sombrely took a drag upon this as he shook the match out.
"Damn shame," he harrumphed, as the smoke billowed out through his parting teeth.
"These seven men, these seven warriors, they died trying to defend the world from The Sheeda. They were the heroes of your time Mr. Hex. They were unable to stand against the horde. Now, I shall try to right that wrong. The timestream, as you are aware, has been damaged. This give me one chance. I shall send the heroes of my time to yours. You must lead them Jonah Hex. You must ensure they succeed in stopping the Sheeda. If they fail, this is what you will have left to look forward to. Jonah, you did not find me by happenstance, you found me because I am Fate. I am sending you home. Watch for the Signs. The Seven will come. You must be there guide. Seek out the Buffalo Spider, it will lead them to the heart of the Sheeda, to Castle Revolving itself."
"I seen a lotta things," Hex mused, the coffin-nail smouldering in his fingers. "Here in this twisted damn shell of a far-flung 'future.' But most'a what yer tellin' me is still ringin' like nonsense in my ears."
He shook his head. "I ain't no hero, not like them purehearted sons'a'bitches what died chewed up by bugs an' metal monsters. I ain't no saviour. Notta this Thru a Glass Darkly world, notta th' one I got flung forward from."
"Jonah Hex, you are a man of honor, truth, and strength. You are the standard by which a generation will judge it's heroes."
Another drag from the smoke, and a slow slow tattered grin as the smoke billowed down from his nostrils and climbed on the winds...
"What I am is a pair'a sixguns," he noted, "a scattergun an' a tomahawk an' a knife. I'm th' hands an' eyes an' guts ta wield 'em."
He looked again at the place where the mystic display had wavered before his eyes. "Point me at somethin' what needs killin', I'll kill it. And it seems ta my eyes that buzzy-winged guttertrash needs killin'."
Hex pursed his lips, an odd expression on one of his features.
"M'gonna need help."
He shook his head. And chomped on the cigarette.
"Make sure it's good goddamned help."
"I assure you, those that I send, shall be among the best this world has ever known. They will follow you, all I ask is that you lead them straight."
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