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Back Into Hell
by
Moon Mistress
a/k/a
Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Five

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You’ll understand what I mean when I say
There’s no way we’re gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe?
Harder to Breathe
Maroon 5

Stranded on the other side of the crag on a high hilltop inside the immense cavern Daniel turned to his brother. “All right where to?” Standing between them and the gates to the Underworld, far below rolled the River Styx and its constant Charon in cloak and cowl, his greedy skeletal hand gripping his oar.

“You really gonna let me do this?” David asked stuffing the large bones which still had quite a bit of burnt meat on them into the waist band of his blue jeans still not sure what he was going to do with them but there must be a reason good old Daddie gave them over so he’d hold on to them.

“What? Lead?” Daniel asked realizing he didn’t have much of a choice. “Sure, why not? If nothing else, you want to get back to her as much as I do, don’t you?”

“Ah-yuh, you know I do, Danny.”

“So take us to where the younger one is hiding.” She’s waiting for me. Almost sixty years now, that’s how long she’s been waiting for ME to come and rescue her. This time, I am not going to let her down. “Hurry up, Davy, Calla’s waiting for us.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a long walk, Danny, follow me.” David encouraged.

“Walk? How are we……”

“Shhh,” David said raising his finger to his lips. “Don’t let Charon hear us or he’ll tip off Hades. Jus’ be quiet and follow me.” Creeping low and quiet, David kept to very top of the hillside on the Living Side of the River Styx while Charon and his rickety boat stayed far below with his back to them. Here at this entrance to the Underworld it was shaped like a half-arc and at either end the River Styx flowed into small cracks in the Underworld’s rock walls. Half mile or so Daniel and David came to the end of the line and to a very thin ledge which ran across the rock wall to the other side where the Gates waited for them. “Hang on tight if you fall here, you die here.” Davy told his younger brother pointing downward and pointing out the 200 yard drop to the flaming river or, if luckier, to the ground on the other side where a fall from this height would result in instant death. “You won’t never see Callie again, understand, Danny?”

“Yeah, I got it.” Daniel replied wishing for climbing gear and having none. “After you,” David was off, hand over hand, his legs dangling free in the air high above the river he went. Wiping the beading sweat from his brow, Daniel started following him. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” He said looking down, which he knew he shouldn’t do. It wasn’t often that one saw a black river which was slick and greasy with little blazes here and there dotting the surface. Nor did one often see what could only be described as sea monster leaping from the water and between the flames just waiting to get a hold of any unlucky ferrier who fell from Charon’s boat or the ledge above them.

“Didn’t you always?” David called back. “Hey! You remember when we was kids and we used to run through the woods?” David looked back and saw the recognition and puzzlement in his brothers’ eyes. “Dis is just like dat, just like when we used’ta scale that rock wall to get to the Soneco Pits, ‘memba?” The Soneco Pits were a rock quarry which had gone under once the diggers struck water and flooded the place out. You couldn’t get to it by climbing the path and taking the road the heavy machinery used to because it was all over grown by then and the prickers were worse than facing the big drop as they wound their way up an ancient Indian trail to the top of the big hill. So many years between then and here but somehow it felt like yesterday. Every time they made the ascent to the swimming hole, David led the way and Daniel followed. The more things changed the more they stayed the same. “Dun worry, Danny, I know exactly where she is. Take you right ta her, dun worry.”

The more David told him not to worry the more the warning bells went off in Daniel Jackson’s head. “Tell me you’re not in this with him.” Daniel called after David, hand over hand, his shoulders supporting his full weight as he went and starting to wail their protest at the fact.

“Who? Ares?” David called back without stopping the constant hand over hand movement which kept him going forward without the aid of his legs. “Why would yew say that Danny?”

Faced with the question, Daniel didn’t have an answer. He had no real reason to believe that David was in cahoots with Lord Ares and knowing his Father in-law as intimately as he did, Daniel had no reason to believe that Ares would ever condescend to share Calla or Callestah with any man—no matter what he might have told Achilles a few thousand years ago. No, Ares’ ego was much too big for that and he needed to know for certain that any children she bored were of his loins and no one else’s. “You’ve been out of my life a long time.” Was all the answer Daniel was willing to give his brother.

A few minutes later, his shoulders aching from supporting his weight, David came to the end of the line. Slowly reaching out with his right foot he found purchase for the first time in almost a half of an hour. “Take it easy, Danny, it’s a long way down.” He called back and began making the descent from the precipice above the River Styx to the ground on the other side.

This probably wasn’t the time but for whatever odd reason, as they made their way across the rock ledge high above the River Styx, it certainly felt like the place. "Can I ask yew sum’thin Danny? Have you answer me seriously?”

“What is it, Davy?” Daniel returned feeling the strain in his shoulders.

“When I….when we was….when…I” David stumbled again and again. “Back in C…”

“In Connecticut?” Daniel asked clearing his throat hoping he was right but also that this line of the conversation wouldn’t go on much longer. “Is that it?”

“Yeah. When I had her in Con-etee-kit”, David mumbled reaching out for purchase without looking down. “Danny…..yew were there weren’t ya?”

He didn’t have to think about it, Daniel knew what Davy meant. Not that Daniel had shown up after the fact and shot his brother, no everyone knew that. David was talking about while he was having his way with Calla in that pile of broken glass and while Daniel’s physical body was still miles away from her but some part of his soul found her. “Yeah,” hand over hand across the sharp rocks. “I was there.”

“I saw you.”

“I saw you too.” Daniel said and then David was unusually silent while they dangled from the cliff making their way to the other side. “Why?”

“Fuggitit, Danny. No reason.” David mumbled.

“Don’t gimmie that shit, there’s a reason. What is it?” Daniel asked as they neared the mid-point of the ledge, his palms slick with sweat and his shoulders aching from holding his weight so long. “Why do you want to know about this stuff? Rowan and….and…what you did? Don’t you know she worked her ass off to put it all behind her?” He remarked in a harsh voice.

“Yeah, she don’t need me bringing it up.” David agreed. “Neither do you, I got it, Danny. I just wanted to know if I saw wot I thought I saw.”

“Which is?”

David glanced over at Daniel as they hung in the air. “You were holding her down fer me.”

“Fuck you!” Daniel roared almost letting go of the ledge in order to grab his brother and strangle him. “I did not hold her down for you. I would have killed you right then and there if I could have.” But he could not and all Daniel Jackson could do at the time was hold her in his ghostly arms while he whispered to her to stop fighting and that it would be all right no matter what David did to her he would never stop loving her because of it.

“Yeah,” David mumbled his own shoulders protesting the strain. “I’m sorry, Danny, I don’t know wot I’m sayin’ n’ I sure as hell don’t have any idear of wot I’m doin’. Maybe jus’ bein’ back here is givin’ me the willies.”

Daniel snickered. “I know the feelin’ but Calla and I put this behind us years ago, its best if it all gets left there. Don’t bring it up anymore.”

Ten minutes later, covered in rock dust and sweat their feet landed on the Dead Side of the River while their arms and shoulders gave out a hearty groan of relief. Crouching low behind the safety of the cliff side they watched as s steady flow of people began to emerge on the other side of the water and Charon was suddenly too busy to take notice of them. Daniel and David, heads low, crept to the open wrought iron gates and then dashed through.

Off in the distance under the smoke and soot floating in the air were the wailing sounds of souls damned to wander the outer ring of the Underworld forever, not being horrible enough in life to earn a place in Tartarus nor good enough to win favor in the Elysian Fields. The sounds in the distance were not what caused Daniel and David’s hearts to quicken their pace rather it was the snarling, growling, howling of a familiar three headed dog, Cerberus. Cerberus stood up from where he’d been lazily lounging in front of the main gate to the Underworld and the snarling became a loud barking. Great gobs of thick stinking salvia oozed from each mouth while the huge hound strained its chain, its jaws snapping and its eyes alight with the prospect of a fresh kill. The tail at its back, with its scales and sharp edges whipped back and forth crashing into the rocks on either side of dog, rocks which already marred and pitted with the scars that wicked tail made.

“The bones,” Daniel said out of the corner of his mouth. “Throw it the bones.”

“I ain’t getting’ near dem jaws,” David groused back wiping the beads of sweat from his brow and wanting a drink from the canteen Callie gave him. “’Sides, we kain’t get close enough to him to give ‘em the bones.”

“Yes we can.” Daniel held his hand out for the bones Ares gave David before they left the Upper World. “Give ‘em to me.”

“Yer outta yer mind,” David whispered handing over the three meaty bones. “Keep count ‘a ya fingers, Danny.”

Reaching behind him for the bones without taking his eyes off the Hell Hound Daniel closed his hands around the objects David gave him. “Good doggie,” he said in that soft hypnotic voice he used so often when meeting a new people or just wanting his way with his Wife. “Look what I got,” he waved the meat-filled bones in front of Cerberus who sniffed the air. “That’s right, take a good long whiff of us, that’s right.” Daniel kept waving the bones gently in the air. “You smell Ares on me, huh?” He yanked on his sweaty shirt to release the scent into the air. “You miss that old bastard? Look, he sent these for ya. So, just let us pass,” he motioned with his hand to David to follow him, “and you can have them.” Feeling David nearing him Daniel risked turning his head for just a second, “stay tight against the wall.”

Cerberus, the massive three-headed hound sniffed the air once, then twice, then a third time, and began to settle. His big brown eyes—all six of them—took a sad glint and the snarling became something more akin to a whimper. “Go.” Daniel whispered harshly to his brother. “Here ya go, doggie, eat up.” He tossed the bones to Cerberus who snatched them up, one in each mouth and then retreated to the nasty stinky area it probably referred to as its bed. As they scampered past him Daniel and David heard the Hell Hound licking the bones in great big slobbery laps before he bit clean through them.

“That is one ugly mutt.” David groused as they came through the second door and into the Underworld.

“Yeah, I know.” Daniel agreed as his heart beat double time in his throat. With the dog and the outer gates behind them, they stopped to take a cold drink from the canteens Calla gave them before they left and to rest their legs. “Not too much just get your throat wet.” Daniel advised sitting down in the dirt. In this in-between place it was dark and reeked of soot and sulfur.

“Mabbe I don’t go to planets far and wide like yew do, but I know how to conserve.” David, settling next to his brother on the ground, took a drink from his canteen. Man, did that feel good going down! Thank you, Callie. It was cold and sweet and David couldn’t remember tasting anything better…well, ‘cept for her that was. “Remind me to kiss dat gurl when we get back.” He said raising the canteen and then capping it.

“Yeah, after I do.” Daniel strapped the canteen around his neck once more. The water was certainly refreshing but Daniel intended to kiss her for having the foresight to put them in SGC uniforms complete with boots which were more than merely helpful on the climb over here, much better than the Reeboks he’d been wearing. “How far is it?” The same boots were going to come in handy over the rocky terrain ahead as well; Daniel had forgotten about that but obviously she had not.

David thought it over a moment. “It’s a gud walk but not too bad. C’mon, we ain’t getting’ no where like dis.” They got up and continued on their journey.

Not long after the dark and dank hallway of the in-between place stopped and they were pushing open the main gate to the other side. The very first thing which greeted the brothers was the oppressively hot and glaring ‘sun’. As much as they tried to find a sky or anything which resembled such a thing they had no luck. “Where does it come from?” Daniel asked as he followed David down the path.

“The light? Beats the shit outta me, Danny, but it nev’a goes down like a real sun would. It’s just always bright and hot out here. Might as well be in the Sarah…”

“In the what?”

David stopped walking, put his hand on his hip and cleared his throat. “Sor-ry.” His voice turned to a higher pitch but not grading and he threw in a snotty English accent just for good measure. “I say, we might as well be in the Sa-Ha-Rah, old boy.” Daniel chuckled and David smiled. He was already dirty and the sweat drying on face made his beard itch so he scratched it. “Mabbe I’ll get rid a’ dis when we get back.”

“Keep it.” Daniel told him.

“Funny.” David grinned. “Dun worry, she knows me from yew now.”

“Yeah, but a bunch of other people don’t.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Danny.”

“Anytime.” Daniel said with an easy smile. Maybe once all of this was over and behind them, just MAYBE, he might find it good to have David back in his life. They had been very close when they were kids and other than Calla he couldn’t recall ever having felt that Connection with anyone but Davy. Nope, as much he’d loved Sha’re he didn’t even have it with her. Perhaps that was something he should tell Calla when this was over and done. She’d be glad to know that.

With the ‘sun’ ferociously beating down upon them they walked the wooded rutted path to and then through the Vale of Mourning. The moans and sobs and cries were louder here today than they had been last time, both of them covered their ears and quickened their pace to be through what was essentially the Second Level of Hell.

Deeper and deeper into the Underworld they walked and the hotter and brighter the fake sunlight overhead became. What seemed like eternity but was probably less than two miles later they found temporary respite beneath the shade of a dilapidated and dying tree. Well, it looked like a tree anyway though they doubted anything actually grew down here.

Drinking from the canteens they both found their legs ached to the point of requiring a long massage. “What’s wrong with the ground here?” Daniel asked.

“Yew noticed it too? It’s all…..squishy or something. It keeps sucking my feet.” David said taking another swallow and wiping the sweat away from his face with the back of a grimy hand. “So thirsty,” he complained raising the canteen to his parched lips one more time.

Yeah, it keeps sucking my feet too and making it harder and harder to walk. “That’s enough for now. We’re not there yet and we still have to get out.” Daniel warned taking the container of not-so-cold water away. “Come on, cap it.”

David took the canteen back and twisted the screw top on it before lacing it back over his neck. “Ready?”

“No, a few more seconds. Geez, man, is that sun getting hotter or what?” Again David wiped the sweat away from his forehead this time he watched as Daniel did the same.

“Feels like it.” Daniel agreed taking off his glasses, the metal frames of which were heating up too much to keep wearing. He stuffed them in his shirt pocket.

“Dun yew want those?” David asked.

“Later.” Daniel said breathlessly. “I’m tired.”

“Little nap, Danny?”

“Yeah,” he eyes started to close and he would have fallen asleep right then and there if it hadn’t been for the harsh kick David gave him.

“Get up!” David hauled himself to his feet. “C’mon dis ain’t no time ta lollygag, let’s get goin’.”

Of course this wasn’t any time to delay. Still, Daniel was tired. Last night took a lot out of him and if he could just grab two minutes worth of….

“I said git up!” David kicked Daniel’s boots harder this time. “Wot’s a matt’a wit’chew boy?”

No this was no time to sleep but, just a few……”Few minutes,” he said sleepily.

“Oh, fer cryin’ out loud!” David grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and pulled Daniel out from under the shade of the tree where he could see the pollen like particles falling from it. “Aw, shit! It’s a Sleepin’ Willow.” David bitched. “C’mon, wake up Danny!”

“It’s a what?” Daniel mumbled from the ground.

“Jus’ wot I said, a Sleepin’ Willow now wake up.” David dragged Daniel to his feet. “Yer allergies always were worse ‘n mine.” Then dusted him off. “C’mon.” As they got going once more David explained that falling asleep beneath trees such as the Sleeping Willow was one of the worst—an dumbest—things a soul could do. In the case of the Sleeping Willow once the soul was lulled to slumber the trees’ roots sprang up out the mucky below the surface and devoured the sleeping victim. “Keep an eye out, Danny, here….”

“There be monsters.” Daniel finished.

The ‘sun’ grew more oppressive and the air grew heavier until it felt as though they were trying to suck water into their lungs. Heat waves danced and swayed off the path at their feet the one which was becoming increasingly sticky and seemed to be taking on a life of its own. Were the ground paved they would have thought the tar at their feet melting but it was not, it was simply a wooded path but the farther they went the muddier it seemed to become though there was no rain to cool their dirty sweating bodies.

“You get the feeling someone knows we’re here?” Daniel said breathlessly, his throat dry and his lips already beginning to crack.

“Ah-huh.” David mumbled. “We better pick up the pace, little brother.”

“How much further?”

“Not too much,” David said glancing back over his shoulder. “But we gotta get past the Judges and that ain’t easy.”

The Three Judges; those Sons of Zeus who wanted to damn Calla for eternity while they sent Daniel on to the Elysian Fields. They were a trio Daniel wouldn’t soon forget. “Can’t we go around them somehow?”

“Mabbe,” David said thoughtfully. “But they guard dat road like nobuddy’s bid’ness, Danny. It’s hard to git anything past ‘em. It’s just up ahead, keep your nose down and don’t talk to no one, jus’ let me do the talkin’ if any needs doin’.”

“Why would I do that?” Daniel asked with effort as he dragged his feet along.

“’Cause I ain’t as stupid as I sound.” David cracked with a laugh. “Wit any luck, dat last boat-load a’ souls we saw will git there ahead of us and we’ll be able to sneak around them while they’re busy handing out Judgment.”

Daniel wanted to talk to them. He wanted to ask them if Calla’s Fate had changed since the last time he was here and if it had not Daniel was going to demand to know why. Saving the world from certain destruction should count for something. Shouldn’t it? Then again maybe they just didn’t care and they arbitrarily handed out sentences however the mood struck them in any given moment. “Were you…..” Daniel stuttered, stopped and thought better of his question. At least in Daniel’s opinion, the sentence passed on David had been just.

“Was I wot?” David asked turned around. “G’head, was I wot?”

“Surprised when you were damned?” Daniel finished. Davy always did have a way of pushing his buttons but then again all siblings did that.

David laughed harder and then covered his mouth to muffle the sound but his blue eyes twinkled with good humor. “Hoo, yew funny, Danny.” He said dropping his hand once he got control of himself. “Nah, kain’t say I was too damn shocked when they sent my sorry-ass to Tar-Tar-us.”

“You don’t seem very angry over it.” Daniel remarked as they started walking once more.

“Why wudd I be sa’prised or angry? I told yew and I told Callie, I deserved it. I did wrong, did lots’a bad things and took lots’a pleasure in doin’ ‘em, yep.” David gave a self-satisfied smile as he thought about the Good Old Days for just a second. “A bunch of them others they was sa’prised and they was angry, hell they probably still are. Yew already know wot it took me twenty years ta learn.”

“Wot’s that?”

“It was all my own damn fault.” David proclaimed. “All those things I done, nobuddy made me do ‘em, Danny. I was angry at the world and striking out in all the wrong ways at all the wrong people.” David stopped walking and turned around to look at his brother. “I blamed yew, ya know that don’cha?”

“For what?”

“Mom & Dad dyin’. Figured if I’da been there I cudda done somethin’….”

“Ares dropped the cover stone on them with a forklift there wasn’t anything anyone could do.”

“Who did wot?” David asked in a loud shocked voice.

Daniel suddenly remembered that David had gone without that particular bit of information and was surprised to realize that Aphrodite never shared it with him. If David was to be believed and he actually engaged in sexual activities with the Goddess of Love before they castrated him why wouldn’t she tell him even if her intent was only to taunt him in some manner? For that matter, why didn’t Ares tell him for the same reasons while they were trapped on that planet where SG-1 found them and brought them back to Earth? Maybe he did and David, whose brains were really scrambled at the time, just didn’t remember. “Ares…look, Davy, Mom and Dad….it, well, it wasn’t an accident. He killed our parents.” Daniel said slowly.

“An, ah, jus’ wot have yew done ‘bout that, Danny?”

“What do you want me to do? He’s my Wife’s Father not to mention the fact that he’s an Olympian. Besides he was…he was… aiming for me.” Daniel admitted sheepishly.

“He was…he was wot? Yeah, ok, never mind, Danny, we’ll jus’ have us a long talk over a bottle of scotch when we git the fuck outta here.” David tossed his hands in the air and started down the path once more. “We’ll jus’ git gud ‘n hammered and pow-wow ‘bout all dis shit. Yew, her, me, Ares…..Ya know, I don’t like the way he looks at her.”

“Who? Ares?” Daniel knew just how David felt on that score. “No shit.”

But David laughed again. “Yeah, him too. We both know what he wants. No, I mean the other one, A-kill-eees.”

It was Daniels’ turn to snicker. “Yeah, well, the longer you stick around the more you’ll find out that just about every man looks at her that way even if they are gay.”

“Wot’d yew say? Dat big fella…..”

Daniel let out a chuckle. “Yep, that big fella.” He took the bandanna off his head to wipe away the sweat and grime from his face. “Doesn’t that thing ever go down?”

“No, once we git past the Cross Roads though, we’ll find some darkness, don’t worry, we’ll git outta the heat,” he glanced over his shoulder, “Course we’ll be hip deep in the fire too.” David smiled and Daniel returned it. “She is purty ain’t she, Danny?”

“Beautiful.” Daniel agreed. Wiping more beads of sweat for his forehead Daniel uncapped the canteen and took another drink. “I don’t remember it being this far to the Cross Roads.” His canteen was almost half empty and the water within was no longer refreshing. Daniel let it wet his mouth then spit it out. Every step got more and more arduous. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?”

“Yup, it’d help if the ground weren’t so sticky.” David said lifting his feet from the road with a good deal of effort. “Ya know, ‘s long as we’re dolling out True Confession n’ all.” He stuttered. “Wot’s one more?”

“Keep talking.” Daniel said when David stopped.

“Callie ever tell you ‘bout when she was here?” David asked cautiously.

“No.” He returned thoughtfully. Come to think of it; “Why did you help us?”

David let out a chuckle. “I helped both of yew long before that, but, never mind.” David cleared his throat. “She don’t tell yew that, when she was here, her Momma made her pick a new mast’a?”

“A what?” Daniel stumbled. “No, she didn’t tell me that.”

“Den I s’ppose, she didn’t tell yew dat she picked me.” David stopped walking so he could turn and gauge Daniel’s reaction. Stunned. Yep, that was a good word. “See, Aphrodite made her chose one of us; Eros, Kanan, Hartley or me, ta…well…yew know…ta what.” He winked and nodded his head. “Given the options, she chose me.”

Daniel didn’t have to think twice. “Because you look like me.”

“Ah-huh. Mabbe. Yep, you're right, n' it was jus’ cuz I look like yew.” David nodded his head and began walking once more. “Dat don’t change the fact that she did it.”

“You think it’s something more than your resemblance to me that made her do it?” Daniel thought that the choice before he was not much of a choice and if he’d been given the same options in her place, he too probably would have chosen David. No, not because David looked like Daniel but because he was actually the lesser evil out of the whole motley lot.

What a fucking pisser that was!

“Seems ta me like she made the right choice, don’cha think?” He waited a second but Danny didn’t say anything. “Anyways, I’d planned ta he’p her for a while, I knew…..I’m tellin’ ya, I jus’ knew, she’d take me. ‘A course now, I did build up some’ trust wit her first.”

“How’d you do that?”

“I sent her after you. Help’d her git past the guards and thru that ‘gate a’ yours. Cuddn’t help her two much aft’a dat cuz she was so damn far ‘way.” David lamented. “But I felt her, I saw her, here,” he tapped the side of her head. “Tried to keep her goin’ toward yew.” The thoughtful gaze turned into a sneer. “Tried ta help yew too….ya asshole. Worse ‘n that, Danny, yer an educated asshole, so why’d ya go and drink dat wine? Yew knew it was funky.”

So he did. It just…. “It tasted really good.” That was the truth and it was the only piss-poor excuse he had to offer. The wine, once it passed his lips in just the tiniest sip made him want more. Like the heroine she injected into her veins it was powerfully addicting.

“Yeah?” Davy remarked sadly continuing down the path. “Good enough? I mean, was it real gud, Danny? Better’n her? It had to be, cuz it sent her down here where all’a us cud git our hands on her.” There was a dark bend to his voice. “How’d yew feel when yew found her all naked and bleedin’ like dat? Were the wine and the bitches worth it?” He asked without stopping his pace or turning to look Daniel in the eye. “I tried to warn yew.”

“So, ah, just what is it you’re trying to tell me?”

“Jus’ dis, she picked me over dem n’ i'ts cuz a’ wot yew did dat she did it. Yew turned your back on her.”

“This your way of warning me, Davy? Trying to tell me now that you’re back in town, alive and whole, you’re going to take my Wife away? Fat chance.”

“Nope,” he said easily turning around but still walking. “She loves you, she’ll never leave you. Jus sayin’ dat, she knows she’s got some place ta go if’n you turn her out. You might wanna remember that, Danny, seein’ as how she considered me a bett’a option than Andy Hartley ‘n all.”

“Calla didn’t leave me for him…”

“Hoo-boy! Hell no she didn’t!” David agreed gleefully. “She went to him because of you.” His voice suddenly cold and dead pan, no sign of the former joy remained. “You hurt her. That’s the only thing that’ll ever make her leave yew. Yew’d best be mindin’ ya own p’s n q’s ‘cause den, yew won’t have’ta worry ‘bout mine. Shut yer trap and keep walkin’, Danny.”

End Of Chapter Five Of
Back Into Hell
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