GOLGOTHA - 12: RAGE RED SUMMER!

first movie special.

Warda goes into the kitchen. She just got out of bed. Her hair is messy. She’s wearing only her iconic red flannel for a nightgown. Legs exposed to the naked air of the Hero House. She stops.

The fridge is open… but itz being held open by a miniature version of Dumas. The size of a little kid. Like three 1/2 feet tall tops! Exact replica. Wolf head face. Black fur and tiny little black denim jeans, and a black leather jacket and he even has a tiny Anubis pistol. It looks more like a regular size revolver in his palm.

Mini-Dumas is chugging a beer. He smashes the can against his head then he slams the fridge closed. Taking the six pack with him.

Warda is just staring at him blinking like what in the fuck are you?!

He looks her in the face. “I’m Mini-Dumas okay. If my regular self turned back into Raf. I gotta be in the story somehow. I’m the face of this franchise. You are too… but. I gotta be in it, okay!” He says then waddles off.

Warda is barefoot. Always. Bare. Foot. She has on her jeans, and her flannel. She’s out, at night. Walking into the heart of Gilgamesh. The dark forsaken place has called her out in the middle of the night.

She’s drawn to evil. A residual evil. That duznt fade just because they got rid of the one that haunted it… the boogeyman is dead. His oogies are gone. But monsters and creeps are still hiding out and manifesting here more than ever fuckin’ before. She thinks of the battle. The Yellow Rose. Petra leaving. Dumas and Kellly. Blush. Warda has Euronymos in her grip. The black flame forged necrosword is a sacred relic used for monster destruction by the war saint maiden… Warda. Her rage red hair drapes down over her shoulders like a tapestry. The tapestry of her courage, and ritualized violence.

to be continued… events to come next time.

and let the Wardament… rise up from in the ashes of my immense sorrow. Let it burn bright. Like our love did.

13 DAYZ IN PURGATORY.