'What did you do?'

'it didn't matter any way.'

Night is never this dark, not in less? No. My thoughts were of long forgotten nightmares, devils that had slept in the young children’s minds while they cried themselves to sleep. I was not one to worry about such things. Not back then. To arrogant and proud, although i had reason to be.

The path was chilled in a midnight autumn wind, a child’s graveyard was been overshadowed by the hill beneath my feet, they slump that would had wished to be a mountain, it had failed, i despised failure in nature as much as i despised it in myself. To weak, yet so proud. I cursed it's weakness, i spate on to it's flesh earth. You too weak.

Then a ringing came from my pocket, aloud toneless ring tone. The harsh voice empty of human emotion on the other end, a single word question, not a question, had it been a question then i would be dead, for it meant that i had failed, success was always implied, from the phone call.

'Done?'

'Perfect.' I couldn't say then i couldn't tell you now what made me say it, just a feeling 'Your end?' I bite my tongue you never question Hinsing. Fire rains down on his doubter and enemies equally, for if you are a doubter you are an enemy to him.

'Time.'

'What?' I had suspected he would jilt me, yet I was still surprised.

'Don't worry, you will have your money.' A different voice softer, more human still cold though.

'Your his partner?' Silences, that equals yes.

'Hinsing better have my money, i don't go knocking over dead witch lord's graves for nothing.' Again silences, this time I was worried, i sounds were barely present on the other end of the line. I pressed my ear close as the wind roared and swirled around me, I cut off my unshielded arms, as the frozen air dug deeper in to my exposed arms. The sounds down the phone were arguing, only the odd word was a visible to my ear. something 'not part of our deal......lying......why.....no' Then the signal died, on a gunshot.

I took my rucksack off my back, and opened it on the empty path. The maggot infested arm staring at me. with the disconnected head, rolling around next to it.

'So things not work out, huh?' The voice was raspy and unpleasant not that i expected a detached head to sound like summer rain, but its was an ugly voice none the less. The word brought a disenchanted and quiver of annoyance.

'She shot him.' the words completely non-chanatlent. Yet surprising human.

'He could of shot her.' defiant but i knew he was right.

'So what you going to do now? Your buyers dead. so you have brought me out of eternal rest for nothing.'

'Not nothing, i just need to find another buyer.' The power of a witch -lord was powerful thing, and expensive one too, even if a little talkative. I started scheming in my head, this worked out nicely for me, with my buyer gone i could sell the old chatty box for twice the price hell the right buyer back then would of paid thrice what i was originally going to get. I should of known something was wrong when i started making my own plan for getting rich.

'now what are you going too do? sell me to the highest bidder, i suppose?'

'As a matter of fact.' I started down the hill towards the grave yard the shortcut was risky, but Miholo was the perfected fool to pawn my talking head off to all i had too was get too the airport on the other side of greater horn head I was a million before sunset tomorrow. That was the plan. My talkative backpack dwelling friend though was not going to make it that simply for me.

As i stood in the graveyard, i was struck dumb by my folly, i had single greatest witch-lord who ever lived in my back pack, who I had rudely wakened from eternal slumber and I give had just given him an army too attack me with.

'Oh, now your in trouble.'

As the corpses broke the dry autumn crust of earth, i cursed him and myself, i pulled my sword from my side and my revolver. Left a pray to the higher lord leave my lips and charged among they ranks, i was going to regret this night.