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Chapter 1- A Southern Tragedy
A lone figure races through the swamps of Louisiana and with the police sirens getting ever more closer. The figure holds a bag of cash in one hand and a 1873 Colt Peacemaker in the other, his shoulder is badly hurt and his face is covered in small broken glass, in thanks to crashing his getaway car into a tree. The lone figure has a rugged face, thick 5 o'clock shadow and dark brown eyes, his dressed in a dark brown leather jacket and a black cowboy hat. His breath stinks of cheap whiskey and cheaper cigarettes. He is Solomon Jay Blueford or better known throughout the south as Bubba, the hired killer, bootlegger and thief.
Bubba leans on a nearby tree and waits for an officer and his bloodhound to walk on closer...his finger slowly wraps around the trigger, he then opens fire killing both the dog and the officer, without giving it a second thought. Bubba keeps on running until his stopped by a huge swamp river, he looks back and sees the horde of Texas Rangers and police sheriffs come out of the thick forrest...Bubba holds his breath and dives into the green mushy water. The Rangers open fire but none of them hit their mark. A few more miles until his in Louisiana turf and the coppers can't continue their chase, few more miles till Bubba comes back home to Cajun County where he can meet his family again and pay for his sons' schooling...all 8 of them. A few more miles till he can see his sweet Mary Lou once more and hold her around his arms. Only a few more miles but Bubba's muscle begin to ache and scream out in pain.
Bubba crawls his way through the thick plants and makes it back on land. He drys off his hat and looks around but the fog covers most of the bayou, "Diss don be one o' mah betta days ah guarowntee..." Bubba mumbles in a thick Cajun accent, He spots a small cabin just up ahead.
"Lordy de be miracle de Rangers didn't catch mes. Hell bells! Dat be last time ah be listenin' ta Cousin Jonah. But is be worth it when de kids go gits sum schoolin' ah guarowntee. Den dey can gits outta de Bay-u."
Bubba climbs up the hill and makes his way toward the cabin, he peaks inside the windows and smiles as they're no one inside. "OO'EEEEY! Dess be emptier den a whorehouse in Sundays" Bubba takes a few steps back and with his boot kicks the door open, he looks around to see the whole cabin empty, no bed no nothing. He shrugs and lays on the floor like a dog would do when sleeping. Bubba covers his face with his hat and begins to snore...
A bright purple light feels the room, Bubba quickly has his revolver in his hands...Bubba is deadly as well as fast with his revolver thanks to his time hunting in the swamps of Louisiana and the battlefields of World War 1. He walks up to the door and slowly opens it and sees nothing...He rubs his sandpaper-like chin and looks back to see a old black woman, Bubba chuckles and hides the gun " 'ello ma'am. Diss yore cahbin? Wells ya don mind if a tired man be stayin' de nights..." he quietly pulls back the hammer in case he didn't like her answer. The old woman eyes flashed a bright purple and she swas floating on the air "Solomon Jay Blueford..." she says in almost a demonic voice.
Bubba squeezes the trigger letting 3 rounds go flying into the old woman, but they just pass right through her.
Bubba tries to make a escape but the door slams shut. Bubba is right to be afraid, deep in the swamps of Louisiana, mysterious things roam the swamps. Ask any locals about the bayou and they'll set you straight, God has turned a blind eye and let the black magic roam this godforsaken lands.
The old hag yells at Bubba "I have seen you soul Solomon and you insult me. You will be forever be cursed! To roam the land till its end. I will turn you what you are in the inside!" A white light hits Bubba and he begins to cry out an unbearable pain...
The Blueford Cabin, its a small decaying cabin near the river. A woman with long blond hair waits outside, she is Mary Lou Boucher Bubba's wife. The other three men are Vernon Waylon Blueford Jr, Bubba's father, Ulysses Thomas Blueford and Everett Blueford two of many of Bubba's brothers. They wait outside almost the whole night but finally Vernon speaks out, his long moustache hides any emotion... if he has any. "Dat boy was always disappointment. No man be leavin' 'is wife alone doin' godamn foolery...Ah reckon boys dat we be like de ol' woman dat fell out da wagon n' stay outta diss..." Vernon gets up from the porch and walks back inside the cabin with Everett behind him.
Ulysses is the older and wiser brother from the Bluefords and stays with Mary Lou. Its almost a shame he lost his arm in the war. "Mary Lou...Ah know it muss be heard on ya with Bubba's uncivil matter of gittin' cash. But enough's enough...Ya should tell mah lil' brotha te stop with 'is sticky fingers n' come bag homes, he has kids te rise."
"Oh ah know Ulysses but Johnny he ever so bright n' he need schoolin' n' ah be damned if he rots his 'is life in diss hell hole any longa."
Ulysses nods and hands Mary Lou a shotgun "If ya gonnas be outside lest ya shoot us our breakfeast den." Ulysses walks back inside the cabin
Mary Lou leans on the rocking chair and waits...
"Mmm-Aaarry Louuu..." a stuttering deep voice calls out to her, the voice is almost inhuman. She cocks the shotgun and aims it where the voice came.
"Itsss Mm-eee Bubbbb-A!"
She runs into the shadows to embrace her husband.
"Dd-on'ttt come any ccc-oser!" he yells out
"W'ats de matter honey? And yore voice its..."
"I t-t-think I nnneed te go awaysss ff-er a while..."
"Is dere'a noth'a woman?"
"Nn-no! You mah only ggggal...bbb-utt ssssomethin' happened..."
"Jay yore givin' me de freesons...Please come out of de shadow."
A huge green hulking figure comes out of the shadows. Mary Lou's face turns pale "No! Yore not mah Bubba!"
"B-b-but Ah l-ooo-ve ya." He trys to hold her but Mary Lou pulls away
"Ah use te love a man but ah see he be long gone..." she aims the shotgun barrel under her chin "But ah'm gonna see 'em gain..." she pulls the trigger, what once was the prettiest face in all of Louisiana is long gone. The creature kneels down, he picks up her lifeless body and holds her close "Wh-why ya gotta go on n' do dat Mary Lou? Ya juss broke mah heart..." a single tear runs down his cheek. The creature carries her body and sets it down on the porch, it walks round the cabin and peers inside the window. He looks at his kids for the last time and walks back into the shadows...Never to return...
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Usually I finish the story before I post anything but I really liked this story and couldn't wait!
If you like to see more of a character or like for me to explore a certain theme you'll find excellent for Angel don't be shy and post 
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Chapter 2- One Day at Waterloo
Earlier...
Waterloo Texas, small town near the Louisiana border.
A man dressed in a black western shirt, red arrowhead-ends and broad open shirt collar along with a beat-up hat and croc skin boots which were covered with mud and grass stains. Sat by himself at the coroner of the bar, alone expect for the half empty glass of whiskey. His rugged face stares at the door. The man is no other then the infamous Solomon Jay Blueford, the mence of Louisiana.
Jonah Jeeves, farmer and a law-abiding citizen. Rushs inside the bar. He takes off his hat and sets on the table in front of Solomon. Jonah is dressed in a leather vest and a blue long sleeve shirt.
"Cousin Bubba. Wat brings ya ta da Lone Star state?" Jonah asks as he strokes his thick handlebar moustache.
"Ah be needin' yore help cousin Jonah..."
"Is tha police after ya 'gain? Yore always welcome ta stay at tha barn..."
"No No be nuttin' like dat cousin...De kin be needin' sum cash so we can gits de youngin's sum schoolin'."
"Why come tha me cousin? Tha Depression been harsh with us farmers that ah don't even 'ave cattle anymor'. Surely sum of yore friends can help you better then I can cousin..."
Bubba reaches inside his pockets and slides Jonah a pile cumpled-up newspaper clippings to him.
May 23, 1924 -Bonnie and Clyde gunned down by Texas Rangers
July 22, 1934-John Dillinger gunned down by police while in Biograph Theater.
November 27, 1934-Baby Face Nelson died of wounds during fight with FBI Agents outside Chicago
January 16, 1935-Fred Barker and Ma Barker killed by FBI at Lake Weir, Florida.
October 24, 1935- Dutch Schultz passes away in Deathbed
"All mah podnas be deader den'a doornail...N' it be a'matta o' time till dey git yore's truely...So Ah be doin' one mo' job n' if ah be endin' up 6 feet unda...well ah like ya te adobt mah chill-dern n' rise dem right 'ere ah failed."
Jonah nods "Anythin' fer family."
Outside the Waterloo bank. A blue pick-up truck pulls up and Jonah turns to Bubba who's loading his two lucky revolvers. "Wats tha plan again cousin?"
"It be a simple one...Ah run dere shootin' n' hollerin' git de cash n' drive up Homer's Trail n' go home te Loueyisiana."
Bubba exits the truck and walks around it and opens the door for his cousin. "Ah be keepin' diss, sorry cuz..."
"Heh its ok Cousin...The bank was gonna take it away from me either way." Jonah hops off the truck "Oh by tha way cousin...Take Devil's Bluff its faster."
"Thanks cuz...Ah'll mail ya yore half o' de loot ah guarowntee!"
Jonah looks at Bubba one last time "Vaya con Dios." he murmurs
Bubba has meet Death and Violence so many times since the day he lied about his age and signed up to fight the Germans in the Great War, he was unmoved by the horror of war that he even enjoyed his time there. When asked by a officer why he was smirking he simply replied. "When Death be smilin' right at ya dere be nuttin' fer ya te do but smile bag."
But as the Texas Rangers chased Bubba down the empty trail he wasn't smiling anymore...
"Come on Beb! Hold it te git'er!" the truck speeds down the dumpy dirt road. The Rangers open fire at the truck.
Bubba is hit in the shoulder and one of the truck's wheel is shot flat. He thinks to himself as he tries his best not to flip over "How de Rangers be knowin' ah was gonna hit dat dere bank?! Its almost as if dey were expectin' it---" Bubba hasn't told a living soul about the heist just...Jonah..."Dat sum-o-itch sold me out! Mah own kin! W'at else can be goin' wrong Lord!?"
His question is quickly answered as Bubba finds out why Jonah told him take Devil's Bluff...It leads right into a cliff!
Its to late and the truck flips as it falls like a bird flying with a wounded wing. The truck lands ontop of a tree and Bubba is sent flying across the dashboard and into the floor. Bubba was lucky enough to land in a bush but to bad it was full of thorns...
"Ah think ah see sumthn' move Cheif!"the deputy sheriff yells at his comrades. The sheriff, a short round old man, with small bitty eyes looks down the cliff.
"Why ah be---Even a blind hog finds an acorn now and then ah reckon."
"We'll take it from here Sheriff Cooley." The Rangers unload their guns and make their way down the cliff
"Sheriff...Wat we do?"
"Well Bartholomew...We bett'a make it like the old lady who fell out of the wagon an' stay out of it."
Bubba crawls out of the bush, he removes a picture of his sweet wife and kids from his jacket. "Ah be comin' home soon...ah guarowntee..."
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Chapter 3- I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow
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Basher Lincoln is a petty thief who was being chased by the vigilante of the Windy City, the Street Angel. Out of fear of being sent back to Joliet Prison, he crawled into the sewers and tried to make a break. He would've have gotten away if he wasn't slain, his throat was slashed open and what was left of Basher isn't pretty...
The Street Angel kneels on one knee and examines the corpse. The large man with the big moustache standing behind the Street Angel is Captain Harvey Frost with the Chicago Police.
The man chewing the toothpick and complaining of the smell is Lieutenant Dan Parker.
"This makes what? The second attack of the killer croc." Dan remarks about the crocodile that has been plaguing the city,who has killed a group of Sewer Workers. The Street Angel begins to walk around the sewer in a eccentric manner.
"Its a gator alright..." He points to a trail of bloody footprints leading deeper into the dark sewer. "But since when do they walk up-right? He must be the Gator-Man from Louisiana they been reporting seeing..."
"Your kidding right? There no such thing as a Gator-Man." Dan replies as he flicks his toothpick away
"Sure its a crocodile I belive that and a big one at that but when you tell me its half man thats just daffy!"
"Just look at the way it walks. A normal crocodile, when walking on all fours will swing its hip along with its tail but look at the tracks. Here, the tail is dragged along in a straight line...Almost like you would do when you drag a stick behind you..." the Street Angel finds a small white ball near the tracks "Cotton..."
The Street Angel shows them the cotton ball "Its Texan...It must've got stuck on the gator as he made it's way north."
Captain Frost stares at it "How you its from Texas?"
"Cotton balls are a sticky mess Cap, the small blue flower pedals stuck inside is Bluebonnet. The State flower of Texas." The Street Angel removes his fedora and rubs the back of his head "The track's still freash...if we hurry we can catch it."
"We? I'm turning this case over to Animal Control. Let them wrestle the over-grown iguana."
"We can catch it right now Cap, before it hurts anyone else!"
"Even if it walked up-right Angel. Its still an animal and my police force are a lot of things but their not Zookeepers." Captain Frost makes his way to the stairs but not before he turns around "I don't want you following it Angel. Leave it to the professonials and thats an order."
"Sides Angel, we got enough in our hands thanks to Goldface coming back from hiding." Lt. Dan tells him as leaves the dark cold sewer...
Its true Giovanni 'Goldface' Testarossa has returned and his pushing a new public image, that of an innocent businessman who was brutely attacked by a masked vigilante. He even went as far as to open a new hospital...for blind kids. Theres even rumors that he'll get the keys to the city. His running a criminal empire and he gets awarded by the city, what kind of world is it? Would Giovanni go as far as to arrest the Street Angel? What will stop him? His got half the judges and police in his pockets...The Street Angel pushes the thought from his brain. He has a date with reporter Amy Blaine but as his alter ego mild-manner detective Gabriel Saints. Gabe exits the sewer, removes his mask and begins to groom his black hair. Untill he gets a whiff of his scent. "Peee-you! Maybe a shower's in order..."
Below the sewers a hulking figure lurks through the sewers. He use to be Solomon Jay Blueford better known through out the States as Bubba the hitman, bankrobber and bootlegger. Now his just the Gator-Man. Bubba slowly walks up to a deadend and sits down. Bubba reaches inside his tattered vest and pulls out a wrinkled picture of his wife Mary Lou and all of his childern. A single tear runs down his face, he is slowly starting to forget his family. He no longer remembers his own name or his past life...all he now knows is death and survival of the fittest. The sound of footsteps quickly grabs Bubba's attention, he tucks the picture safely in his vest and begins to walk to where the noise came from.
He spots a large tanned man just standing there...His stomach already full, Bubba is able to warn the man to leave before the hunger strikes again "Ya best be leavin' mist'a ah guarowntee..." Bubba tells the stranger in a deep gruff voice which seems to echo like thunder.
"My my...It is true." the stranger replies
"Don be'a coo-yon mist'a n' head bag daer if ya know w'at be de best fer ya."
"Your in no postion to tell me what to do Mr. Blueford."
Its been so long since anyone called him by his real name that he almost forgaved the man for his rudeness...Almost...
"Ah don be likein' yore tone o' voice Coon. Reckon ah be rippin' it out..." Bubba opens his massive jaws but a sudden burst of pain sents him to the floor.
"AARG!"
"Like I said Mr. Blueford...You have no postion to make commands." The stranger shows him a golden medallion, in the middle of the medallion lays a single eye which seems to follow Bubba's every movement, wrapped around the eye is a snake showing his fangs. The pain stops and Bubba tries to catch his breath...
"You see Mr. Blueford I possess the eye of Damballah. With this amulet I can control you...Your coming has been fortold many times Mr. Blueford...
'Be weary for deep in the swamps where light no longer shines but where darkness is king.
lives a beast who's shadow paints the Earth an obsidian color.
Who's roar shakes the very land down to it's very core.
Who's luminous eyes stalk any intruder who foolishly wonders in his domain.
Woe to any of God's flock who meets the beast's massive jaws which can eat the sun
Who's stomach is a bottomless pit which he damns the Lord's childern into.
It is he who cries out for his long lost love who's tears flood the river.
Woe to thee childern beware of the terror of the swamps, beware of the devourer of worlds. Beware of the Cursed Man who's name will bring misery to anyone who utters it...Beware Beware.' "
"Ya muss be confusin' de wrong guy." Bubba groans
"There not many crocodile humans Mr. Blueford."
"...Point taken...But ah be dam ah be helpin' yas. Ah juss be wantin' te turn human in go bag home."
"SILENCE! You will do as I say! I am your master!" the Stranger points the amulet at Bubba
Bubba begins to feel his humanity slipping away and in its place a beast takes over his mind. Bubba lets out a roar which shakes the sewer to its very core. Even with all the noise the evil laughter of the stranger is still heard.
Whatever was left of Bubba is long gone what stands is a monster. His face inspires horror and disgust to anyone who lays eyes on it. But the real monster is holding the amulet...and what his willing to release onto the unexpecting world.
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Chapter 4- Beware the Cajun Croc
Detective Gabriel Saints enjoys a BMT with reporter girlfriend Amy Blaine.
"And thats all I know about the croc killings ...Sorry if I didn't get much info for ya." Gabe tells Amy
Amy writes the last of her notes and looks at Gabe in the eyes "Thanks sweetie but if it has the Street Angel in the story its sure to get front page."
"I'm starting to think thats the only reason your seeing me." Gabe smirks
"Oh ya, I'm dating you just to get a scoop..." She rolls her eyes "Men..."
"Oh I'm just joshin' ya baby. I love ya, you know that."
She sighs and smiles "I know and thats why I can't stay mad at you...Its getting late. Jerry's going to loose his hair if I don't turn this story in!"
"I know how that feels. Sometimes I think the city will far apart if I don't rep---" Gabe jaw drops as he watchs a Taxi cab come hurling at the little cafe. Gabe tackles Amy safely to the ground as the Cab smash through the cafe's window.
"Its getting hard for a man to enjoy his lunch..." Gabe scorns as he gets up "You ok darlin'?"
"I think so...Oh no!"
"What?!"
"I broke my heel!"
Gabe couldn't help but smile "Women..."
The waitress screams in terror and points to a huge alligator human who was making its way to the cafe.
"WHAT IS THAT THING!" everyone yells as they runaway in fright.
"Its the killer croc!" Amy shouts as she grabs her pen and notepad
"Outta de way peeshwank!" the Gator Man roars as he swats the innocent bystanders away if they were merely flies.
"Its a cajun croc..." Gabe mumbles
"Cajun...Croc? I like it. Has a ring to it." Amy writes it down
"Stay put Amy I'm going to call this in!" Gabe rushs into a nearby alley and changes into the Street Angel.
"Stay put?! When the story of the century is happening!" Amy reaches inside her purse and takes out a small camera.
Gabe dons his black mask and trench coat and runs back to the cafe. Gabe didn't get a good look at the Cajun Croc as he was far to busy helping the crowd clear away. If he did get a good look he wouldn't have came back...The Cajun Croc stood 6'6 and had a massive tail which he use to whip away cars and even people! The Cajun Croc wore a tattered black pants, his skin was light green and covered in small bumps and scales. His small yellow eyes stalk the Street Angel's every movement as he makes his way to the cafe.
"Oooo'eeeyyy! Don diss be a shine o' luck? Ya remember me podna? NO?! Why ya juss be hurtin' mes podna! 'ere be'a hint...ya sent me te prison."
"I sent a lot of scum to the Big House croc...you got to be more specific."
"Ya stopped mah bootleggin' oper-a-tation in Naw Orleans."
"BUBBA!?"
"Bingo!"
"W-what happened?"
"Dat be long story but ya can be askin' de Lord once ah kills you!" He lunges at the Street Angel. Gabe tries to duck but the Cajun Croc's just too fast and is tackled to the floor with a weight of a truck. The Cajun Croc's jaw dripped a mixture of silva and blood.
"Oh ah'm gonna enjoy diss... Ah guarowntee!" his massive jaws open and is about to take a bite of a struggling Street Angel but a bright white flash blinds the large reptile.
Amy sighs in relief "I can't belive that acutally worked!" she pets her camera as one would do to a pet after it did a trick.
"Thanks Amy..." Gabe says as he rubs his neck. "But you need to get outta here."
"How did you know my name?"
Stupid! Gabe thinks to himself "Amy doesn't know about the Angel!"
"Big fan of your work..." he smiles in hopes of throwing her off.
"Your going to be fine?"
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine just go!"
Amy does what shes told and runs down the street to saftey.
Gabe turns around to face the Cajun Croc. Croc whips the Street Angel with his tail and sents Angel crashing to a table. Croc walks up to the dazzed hero and picks him up by the collar. He holds his sharp claws near Gabe's throat. "Gonna skin ya ike'a coon, ya know w'at ah be sayin'?"
They say action speak louder then words...Couldn't be more ture...Gabe snatchs a nearby bottle and breaks it on Croc's head.
"AARG!"
Followed by a kick between the legs but it seem it didn't do much... "Hehehe ain'tchu dumb'r den'a sack o'nails boy. Us gat'as can react our manhood te our bellys!"
Gabe makes a sour face "Thats nasty Bubba!" he cries as he sents a right hook across Croc's face but like before it didn't do much instead he broke his knuckles and can feel his glove fill up with blood.
"Boy ah reckon ya bette'a run 'ere rabbits can't even fit." he hits the Street Angel with a punch that would've have taken his head clean off if he didn't roll with it.
Angel smashs through the large window of the Cafe. Gabe rolls around in pain and thinks he broke a rib or two. His head seems to be walking on thin air and his vision is blurred. Cajun Croc wraps his gorilla-like hands around Angel's neck "Ah'll wring yore foo' neck..." he would've have kept his promise if it wasn't attacked by a burst of sharp pain.
"No no Mr. Blueford...I want him alive...Then you can have your fun." a voice in Bubba's skull commands him.
The Cajun Croc picks up the passed-out hero and drags him outside of the Cafe where Chicago's finest were waiting.
For the first time of his life Captain Harvey Frost...hesitates.
"What we do captain?" one of the officer asks
Harvey looks at the gaint lizard and then at the Street Angel who was being waved in the air like some sort of flag.
"Hold your fire!"
They hold their fire as the Cajun Croc walks over to a manhole and rips it clean off with his bare hands. Bubba toss the lid like a frisbee. The cops hit the dirt and the lid sinks into one of the Cop Cars. As the stunned policemen get up and dust themselfs off the Cajun Croc's long gone...
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Figured we might as well add your croc pics.
 
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Heh forgot about that. Thanks Tim!
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Chapter 5-Tears of a Crocodile
The Street Angel feels a drop of water hit him on his forehead, he slowly opened his eyes, he starts to remember how he got here...along with the pain his body received...Gabe tries to forget about the pain and focus where he is.
Gabe was tied to a wooden chair, one of it's leg is shorter then the rest. The rope tied around his body is tight he can barely get enough air. He hears shouts from down the sewer...
"Ah ain't be doin' its ya can ga find sumfolk else te do yore dirtywork cause ah be quits."
He then hears Bubba sherik in pain and a gruff voice which talked once the screaming died down.
"You surpise me Mr. Blueford...You still defy me. I see that a new method of controling you is in order."
"Bite m---AARRGG!"
Then the screaming continued...even with all the pain Bubba still stands his ground and says "NO"
"I'll deal with you later Mr. Blueford but for now let see to our guest..."
A tall tanned man walks into the room along with Bubba right behind him. He is Abdullah Anubis the 100 year old mummy and criminal mastermind.
"Anubis..." Gabe scorns
"Ah I belive you Americans would call this 'Shoe is on the other foot' " he smirks showing his corn-like yellow teeth.
"Ok enough games. What you and Bubba planning?"
"Bubba and me? Why you offend me Angel, I am the only true mind behind this brillant plan. You see..."
Gabe tries not to smile. Villains are egomanics and will talk the whole day and they would brag of their crimes...Unkown to Anubis Gabriel quickly turns on the tape recorder which was hidden inside his coat.
"As much I hate to admit it...but Mr. Blueford is a unstoppable force which the knoweldge came to me while I was hiding in New Orleans. I acquired the Eye of Damballah after a few deaths I arranged ...I planned to unleash Mr. Blueford into the world let it wreck havok and from its ashes I will show my hand and help the survivals useing my vast technology with only one thing in return..." He pauses "That they make me their leader. Soon I will rule the world! What better place to unleash Apocalypse then in the city of my enemy!" he then begins to laughs manically.
"Your mad Anubis! No one will follow you not even down the street!"
Anbuis punches Gabe in the face which sents him to the floor and with a broken nose.
"I do admit there are...a few setbacks..." Anubis looks at Bubba and then back at the Street Angel. "Keep an eye on him Mr. Blueford. I will be back..." and with that Anubis leaves the room.
"He shouldn't be treating you like that Bubba..."
"Ya be juss hollerin' like'a wounded hog...tryin' te trick me eh?"
"No not at all Bubba...but well someone of your status should be treated right yes? I mean even before the curse you were one of the most feared men in the US. Shouldn't the man who robbed two banks useing nothing but a wooden gun and got away with it, be treated better?"
"Ya be gettin'a points dare podna..."
"Why do ya even listen to him? Surely your smart to notice all his flaws in his plans..."
"Ah might not be skool smarts but ah be street smarts ah guarowntee!" Bubba walks over to where Gabe is laying down and lifts the chair and sets it on its legs. "Ah be tryin' te tell him dat mistakes he be makin' but all he do is shock me!"
"I know how that must feel...My older brother help fix my Pa's barn and he got good at it and thought himself a professional. One day it rained and the roof was leaking so me and my brother went to fix it. I warned him that the rain was causing some of the tiles to fall out of place but he thought himself mighty that he went up and...If only Ma rised him right he wouldn't have got himself killed. Surely your Ma rised ya fine Bubba..."
Bubba looks down almost as if he was ashamed "Momma rised no foo buts she rised'a Man not'a..."
"Monster?" Gabe finishs his sentence
"Y-ya"
"Its not how a man looks what makes him a man but the action he takes...Do the right thing..."
Bubba stands there a good while and finally nods "Ya be right as rain podna...Let me help ya outta dem chai---"
But before he can finish his sentence the Street Angel simply throws the ropes off and gets up.
"How ya do dat?!"
"Simple Bubba...There was a small rock on the floor sharp enough to cut through the ropes but the only way to reach it was to get my nose flattened... I also thought I'll talk you out of helping him instead of me fighting you and breaking every bone in my body."
"...Ya planned diss hole thin' since ya got 'ere"
"Now to stop Anubis." the Street Angel walks over to the door but falls to the floor, weak from all the blood he lost. Bubba gently picks him up and sets him on his feet. "Ya be no mood te do any fightin'."
"Doesn't matter, ya gotta keep fighting." Gabe replies
"Sorry podna but diss ain'tchu fight..." Bubba knocks out the Street Angel with a jab under the chin.
Anubis was fast at work building weapons for the his future empire that he almost didn't notice the Cajun Croc's presnce.
"Didn't I tell you to watch our guest?" Anubis walks up to Bubba only to be choked by his massive hands.
"What...ACK...You...DOING!"
"Time te redeem w'at eve'a left o' de man in mes..." Bubba holds onto his grip and slowly squeezing the air from Anubis even as the Eye of Damballah sents a wave of pain all over his body. The Cajun Croc finally lets go as the pain became to much to bare.
"Your foolish too have even of tried that Mr. Blueford..." He rises the level of pain to the amulet and sends the Cajun Croc to his knees. "I think its time to remove you from my plan Mr. Blueford..."
"Reckon if ah be goin doin' least ah should take ya with me...ah guarowntee..." Bubba lunges at the one of the machine which stood in the center of the room and presses a small red button
"NO!" Anubis cries as the whole room is engulfed in a explosion.
Later
Outside the sewers the Street Angel gets patched-up by the ambulance. He told Captain Frost everything. "So that what happened eh?...Did you really have a older brother?"
"I'm a single child Cap. I told him that because Bubba's brother Delmar died of rabies, I manipulated him...Wasn't planning on this..."
"He died a hero's death."
One of the firemen walks up to Captain Frost "The fire destroyed most of the machines down there. Nothing could've survived the blast but..."
"But what?"
"We couldn't find none of the bodies..."
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