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The old, rusty Bus rests quietly in its field.  The sun sets in the west.  All that can be heard is crickets chirping and the gentle sound of rain pelting the Bus.  A tall stick is wedged in the ground by the door to the Bus, and on it hangs the pelt of a rabbit with a black patch on its right eye.

Inside, there is almost total silence.  Creature and Jack sit across from each other at the small table bolted to the floor at the center of the Bus.  They each have a small plate in front of them, on which a pile of rabbit meat and bell peppers sits.  The Force eat in almost complete darkness, with just forks.

Duncan wears his stained and worn wife beater, and his faded jeans.  Creature wears a black mask with a small green design on it, nothing fancy.  He wears a black tanktop and black pants as well, and his tattered gray coat.  The right side of his coat is stained with blood.

The only sound made in the Bus is that of their forks scraping the plates.  They do not speak, nor look at each other.  They barely even breathe.

Finally, Creature finishes his meal and rises.  He shoves his hands in the pockets of his coat, lowers his head, and slowly walks towards the door of the Bus.  As he reaches it, Duncan speaks, but does not look at him.

Jack:  When you first came to this Bus, I told you we were on a one way trip to Hell.

Creature keeps his head down, and doesn't respond.

Jack:  Welcome to Hell.

The Real Folk Blues (part 2)

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