"The marvelous tales of a Morgan Freeman" CHAPTER FIVE:The Killing Harmonicas

-We need to rest.The horses are tired.


-So,be it.


Sonny Quick Robertson was worried.After riding for more than eleven hours on a cold night,they were still unable to ride back in time.He and William Robinson were the front of this weird company.


Some minutes later,when nature decided to give it a rest and stop raining,the two became seven.


Dwight Malone,Scarface Lou and Clyde Cool Bourbon and a pair of ladies,with the names of Lucinda Williams and Rita the Wanderer Riley.


They are the Killing Harmonicas,the Seven Wanderers and Protectors of the Holy Book that makes things right.


In order for you to understand this weird series of events,I suggest we go back a long long time.






Many many years ago,when Holy Book was just a book and Black People was a privilege and not a race,a God was walking amongst human.


His name was Freeman.


Freeman has been the ultimate mind device ever made for the good of mankind.He was a good man,because he couldn't understand the reasons behind being bad.He was unable to be anything such as cruel or rude or even bitter to anyone,because these feelings were caused out of loneliness and eternal pain in the heart of the humans and that is our choise


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Freeman was free.Constructed by Them Philosophers,He was a power the world had never seen.He could read your mind or fly with the use of his soul and his heart.He would heal people and turn whores into mothers and junkies into happy folks.






But that wasn't enough for Humanity.


Humanity needed more and decided to kill Freeman.Freeman decided not to resist.He wasn't made to kill people,he was made to protect them.


Despite the fact he was Immortal and that was a power not to be given to people forever unless they were worthy,he needed to find an answer,before dying in the hands of his proteges.






He created two commitees:The Killing Harmonicas,who would keep the power of this world in balance for ever and simply put,wouldn't let things get worse and the Great Gang of Disharmonica Town,who would be humanity's eternal sunshine of hope.


A Guardian was to be made and his name would be the Undead White,a beast with powers like no else,that would destroy all evil,if needed.






So many years later,the Undead White,has grown tired and started losing his strength.The Holy Book and and the Vow demanded a new protector.


A child needed to become the New Guardian and take his place.


Then,a child was born.






The horses are no longer tired.The Gang is ready.They are about to finish their journey,find that child and kill it.






That child's name is Morgan Freeman and the Killing Harmonicas are after him.

"The marvelous tales of a Morgan Freeman" CHAPTER SEVEN:The Joker Brothers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTQBW41f4F0
(inspired by this song)

Freedom once had a lover named Freeman.Freedom was the female equal of Freeman and thus,they were perfect for each other.'Cause that's what love is about.Finding your own and love him forever.The rest is just getting burnt by not doing so.
Freedom and Freeman had two boys.Because of their unique positions as protectors of The Eternal Balance of Good & Evil and in a happy careless full-of-sex marriage in their early 30's,they decided not to reveal the identities and true natures of those children.
The first two children names were Charles and Emilio.They were nothing alike,but were people with a lot same interests.They both used to steal,gamble,punch,drink,fuck and fight as much as they could and as hard as they could.
Emilio Joker grew up to be a weirdly smiling blonde man,with more than seventeen  brain disorders and an eternal will to destroy happiness.His parents would later agree that was just because he saw them have sex when he was three and attacked them with a kitchen knife in their bedroom,injuring severely his father and scaring the shit out of his mother.
Charles Joker was an outlaw and a jail visitor from thirteen,when he tortured and then killed his teacher,by hanging him to a tree,spreading him all over his feet with honey and then the bears to do the rest.Charles got reckless though.After falling in love for the third time with the wrong woman and more than fifteen years of jailtime,he got what he deserved.
A whore stabbed him,near the woods,for 36 dollars and a bottle of booze.

Emilio Joker wasn't seen since.
It is today that Emilio Joker has decided to visit the saloon.
He had a plan
.
And as he can tell,nothing can ruin it.

"The marvelous tales of a Morgan Freeman" CHAPTER FOUR:Ballad Bar and the Emilio Joker"

Reverend Jackson was on fire today,here in Ballad Bar.
-Everything happens for a reason if you think about it.People come and go,stuff change,situations get better or worse about everyone every fucking second in that beautiful wasted planet of ours.Random is just another world for people to deceive reality in a defeatist and truly human manner.Results may vary,you might say and I won't regret agreeing to you folks.But as time gets by,we need to find that reason,

People started getting alarmed by the Reverend's speech.Ballad Bar had just witnessed the power of the Undead White and the resurrection of Jack William Monroe,also known as the Undead Black,member of the Great Gang of Disharmonica Town.

The citizens were scared and more silent than usual,but they had to make a choise.Whether leave things as they go and go with th flow,or act and decide to show what they are made of.
Reverend Jackson,an old corrupted piece of crap was waiting a time like this to gain more power.

And this is what he added:
-We weren't brought here without a purpose.We weren't brought here without a voice.We weren't brought here to be sheep.We were brought here to do something and this is what we must do.Pray.Pray and make sure everything we own,house,car,children,women are our ultimate sacrifice to the Great God.
He is the One to tell what must be done and He has spoken.Let there be no time gone.Let's get out of this sinful place and let us reunite in the hands of God.
The Reverend was a smart son of a bitch.He only decided to stop talking when most of the poor old fellas inside the bar decided to do what he said,with the smile of a poor who's just been given the replica of a diamond.Hope that is.


The town now seemed to be in place.Reverend Jackson was happy.Women would be brought to him as slaves and children would be his new toy for a nightplay.Luxuries he had never seen before would now be an everyday fact.
Reverend made a mistake though.He decided to smile.

Emilio Joker was sitting over there looking the priest.When he saw the smile,he laughed in sarcasm,finished his booze and got out his revolver.He was after all a man with balls and a free will.
-Reverend,I don't mean to be disrespectful to your cause,but I'm going to stop you right here.Giving you stuff aint gonna make one bit good.You know that and I know it.Now,let the poor people go home and wail.War is coming and we should be ready to do whatever it takes.
Reverend Jackson stopped smiling and then decided to see things through.Emilio Joker was an old war hero and his shooting skills were famous all around the Two Towns.

He said"Whatever the people think is for the best" and ran away.

It was not long after that,that he would have a plan to destroy Emilio Joker and reign over Diharmonica Town.

Emilio left the saloon in a hurry.Rode his horse,light up a cigarette and starting running for the book.
Emilio Joker is the only one that can save Morgan Freeman and the Vow.

He just doesn't know.

"The marvelous tales of a Morgan Freeman" CHAPTER THREE:"A girl and a vow"

The rain keeps falling and the night seems cruel as ever.The streets are filled with whores and thugs and a man is staring at them through the rooftop of a scyscraper,while smoking passionately.His face is filled with wrinkles,made from vows and thoughts and regrets.
This man's name is Morgan Freeman and he is scared.
He seems decisive now and decides to act quickly.He wears his  gray coat and runs inside his room.There is a girl waiting for him.Till now,she was speechless.
She decides to stop him.
She whispers something very very quietly,so that the man can not  listen to her.

"Oh demonic pleasure, how could I ever expel you from within me, without never kissing the whole substance of the unbreakable pains lifestyle of  my physical "costume"?
I could never seize a day of liberation without pain figerpainting  the passage to you.
Wish I was born a thousand times and a thousand more just to meet you.
Nothing else would I ask.


Just to see you again,Oh,where are you now my sweet freedom?"


The vow has been repeated.Morgan Freeman can now smile for a while.The girl approaches him and smiles.


-You are a free man,for now,she says and shows him the way out.
Im more than willing to backsmile at her,but time is of the essence.I get close to her and decide to act fast,just like I was trained to do.


I snap her throat and some seconds later,she is gone.Like a flower who's just been trampled.
Her wide open eyes belong to death now.May her soul finds peace.
I cover the body with a blanket and move on.
I take the elevator and realize there is no way out.I may have bought some time,but they are coming for me.


The book must be released once more before they get me.
I run like never before.
My name is Morgan Freeman and they are coming for me.

"The marvelous tales of a Morgan Freeman" CHAPTER TWO:Disharmonica town and the Undead White

The time is 9:01

Jack William Monroe was a regular steady black old man,with long eyelashes,an unforgettable way of shaking your hand when he first meets you and a confident smile.There he is,laying on the grass,dead over the revolver of the Undead White.

He died,like most of the people you and everybody else will ever meet,unfair.It just wasn't his time.The old black fool died because he,the great Undead White had wanted to.The once powerful free gang of Disharmonica town was captured,tortured,killed and then fed to the dogs of the Undead White.
The Great Beast came here and decided to kill the most honest man in the town.He went disguised onto the saloon and asked everyone in town who, they thought to be the kindest people in town.Of course,they found weird the question,but they were all polite enough to point him.
Jack William Monroe.
Jack William Monroe was sitting over there,enjoying his bourbon and the finest tobacco around town,while laying on the sun.Just outside the saloon.


At 9:11 he was dead already.The Undead White smashed a stone into his head while he was sleeping.It was a terrible show.
Kids were there,splashed with brains from the black old fool's head and women were screaming and crying.Well,not at first,but when He decided to take his heart and throw it away,the non-fainters were the bravest ones.
When He got finally tired of dear old Jack,he whispered "damn you and never come back".This was a whisper of agony dressed in the finest silk.

The clock of the dirty old church says 9 minutes and fifteen seconds.That is the time that Jack William Monroe decided to resurrect,as the Undead Black,last member of the Great Gang of Disharmonica Town.


Sixteen seconds later,he was already victorious.Eventually,he decided not to kill the Undead White and give him another chance.


He decided to talk it over.
And they talked,like good old friends who try to resolve the problem that's been created inside them.
A decision had to be made though.


And they decided that it was important for them that Morgan Freeman remains alive.And they decided to have a plan.
Go back in time and save Morgan Freeman's life from The  Killing Harmonicas.

"The marvelous tales of a Morgan Freeman" CHAPTER ONE:A freeman on the stand

Perhaps it was a day of joy for some or a reckless afternoon for the most,here in Hankville,Louisiana,but there
wasn't even a soul in the sinful shining sun  over here to see the facts.
You see,people deceive reality in many ways.They try to look young all the time,like a sinful shining sun amongst the shameful dark of others or pretend to be someone else and then call it a profession or insanity.
No matter what people do to reality though,they just keep falling down,like puppets in the hands of mr. Parkinson himself.
Hankville is a place nobody likes to live in,but everyone fits in,like a lizard in a swamp.Ladies here aint something to brag about,but down at Jimbo's you can fuck an African-non American whore for less than what it costs you to have a real one inside your house.So,we got that one solved for most male population of the town.
The rest of the town is an old motel,a monument of art by some dead dude.And of course,the Ballad,town's only and proud blues bar.A place for drinkers,gamblers,jazz musicians and some very seriously proud Woody Allen fans.
Me myself,I ain't no big guy.I'm just a pawn in a system I like to play.My name is Sonny Quick Robertson.But,you can call me like most people,Sonny.The story I'm about to unfold is no greater than the story of Johnny Cash,Michael Jordan or crazy Mike Myer's parties.
Today a man is on a trial.He is accused of being responsible for the death of 69.He is an innocent man.The play has been played and we are witnessing it every second of the very little time of our existence.


Well you see,here in Hankville,we don't like black people.


Well,don't take me wrong.I'm black too.
It's just that some people of us,can't accept the fact that America isn't and will never be a country for us.
America is all about being fancy,while fucking a blonde whore,inside a luxurious convertible and owning stocks and services and families.Fuck that.
We,niggers,should realize that these shit ain't about us.And we ain't gonna take it.


The only man who was able ever to rise above all and abide and,thus,become a legend.
There has never been a man or a woman so full,so strong and so complete,as the man I once met and whom most people call Morgan Freeman.Yes,a beloved actor and an actual urban hero.




Morgan Freeman.


Today in Hankville,we have decided to go back in time and kill Morgan Freeman.Before the trial begins.








And that is a fact.