GOLGOTHA - 11: You changed.

well. new season arc. haha. season 2.

You changed. Inside me. Kelly says. To the boy that has become of the beast. Dumas literally just turned back into his human form. Punk Raf. A young guy late 20s… has all the high energy and charisma of a main character protagonist. Him and Kelly are a thing now. Petra… dipped. Now Dumas is human again. Kelly warmed that cold wolf heart Petra had been keeping on ice. Ever since, the wolf man of the wasteland and the girl with the shotgun cannot keep their hands off each other… New season arc. Rage Red Summer! Warda is a threat!

Raf. Late 20s. Wild mohawk. Laughing eyes. Caramel skin glowing with the heat of rebirth. Punk King Energy. He’s got a silver chain on his neck and scars from another life. She straddles him, still breathing heavy. She places one palm flat on his chest.

“You changed,” she whimpers on him. “…inside me.” They were doing it… when the Raf now before her was reborn from the dirty wolf man she was letting have his way with her over and over again. Like Red Riding hood riding the wolf all the way back home.

He grins. The kind of grin that could start wars or end timelines. “Guess I’m back.” Is all he says.

FLASHBACK… the breakup.

“Petra. Baby. Come on. What you mean you’re going into the rift?” Dumas asks her as he reaches out for her hand. She tugs her arm away from him quickly. Shunning him.

She stands in front of the rift. Swirling, lightless, endless. A void torn in space by the static shock of the gnosis ghost opening a portal to the vhs-verse… in the pulp. Where the full history of her old self is…

“I’m going, Dumas. You’ll be fine.” Her voice is steady. Not cruel. Just certain. She has no doubts about anything.

His eyes burn. With grief. With disbelief. “Petra… baby… it’s you and me forever. I’ll go with you.” He says it like an oath. Like a man who would burn the world down just to follow her into hell.

“I don’t want you to come with me,” she states.

“What??” Panic begins in his mind. His mouth goes dry. “What do you mean you don’t want me coming with you?” His voice cracks like a bone splitting.

His heart is shattering in front of Kelly and Warda. Blonde. Boogeyman just got vaporized by her immense light powers from the “Yellow Rose” release form she has now awakened. From out of her dark mode. The Black Rose now burns gold. Warda has been transformed once again…

“I need to find out who I am. Who we were,” Petra says. Her tone is ice. Beautiful, brutal, godlike in its absolute authority to the wolf man of the wasteland. She has decided for both of them.

“It’ll only be… like, a hundred centuries. You’ll be fine.” She says dismissively

Dumas clutches his chest like his ribs just folded inward. “Baby… don’t do this. You can’t leave me. It’s you and me, baby… together. Forever.” His voice breaks. He’s not the big bad wolf man of the wasteland, anymore. But a man begging with a boy’s whimper for love.

His whole myth is collapsing. Right in front of our eyes.

Dumas grabs his chest. The pain in his heart is world ending. An ache down to the bones. “Baby. Don’t… do this. You can’t leave me. Itz you and me baby. Togerther… you and me forever.” He says to her whimpering under his cracking voice, as he proceeds to beg like a little bitch. His heart is bleeding the ache.

Kelly sees the grief in Dumas’ eyes. What big bold eyes he has… I wonder what it looks like staring into them… Tears begin to slip free from her eyes. Falling like little soldiers that race across her cheek. Her tears…

Dumas pulls out Anubis. He doesn’t aim it. He holds the long barrelred silver bullet shootin’ pistol up like itz a symbol. A question. A protest. “Petra… you can’t leave me.”

She turns…

“Bye, Dumas.”

Then she steps into the rift. And the rift closes…

Dumas doesn’t cry. Doesn’t scream. Doesn’t collapse.

His soul… tightens. His chest… seals shut. Empty with cold.

Like a man becoming stone. Like a beast being born again under the skin. He turns and walks away.

***

He hadn’t planned it… him and Kelly. But… when the girl came to comfort him. He just… tore her shirt off. She gasped. Then slipped out of her bra. He grinned. Then rushed in for the next bite. She loved every minute of it… love? Is that what this is… or is it just… sex. Is sex… not really love… or is it, love.

Kelly had been sitting on him facing forward. Dumas was bucking like a bronco but then suddenly his body stilled, and it was like his howl came out of him. His fur faded away in the pulp and he was restored to human form. As Raf. A mixed race half Black punk in his late 20s. With a mohawk. And a handsome face… Kelly had returned a soul from the abyss of the forsaken… Dumas no more. He’s Raf. And Raf and Kelly have got a good thing going on.

MORE ON THE NEXT ONE. YOU LIKE KELLY & DUMAS? I MEAN… HER X RAF.

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