Fruit Loops

            “Stop right there…put your hands on your head you son of bitch!” hollered Rolland.

            But the ghastly thing wouldn’t listen, it wanted nothing more than to kill this man shouting at him, after all the master had made him whole, made him wholly. Raised him from the dead, brought him back from the dust, back from rubble and bones. He heard the lord then, whispering in his ears.

            Fruit Loops, the lord said; tear that man’s eyes out of his skull and the tongue as well.

            “Yes lord!” muttered Fruitloops, his own eyes like rotting eggs in his head.

            “Stop right there,” said Rolland. “Or I’ll blow your brains out!”

            “Praise the lord!” answered Fruitloops. “Praise God almighty.”

              What the fuck did he say?

               At that same instant, Roland pulled the trigger, no time for games; Fruitloops was closer than ever, chewing at the bit, but the trigger mechanism jammed and Fruitloops grabbed hold of Rolland, fighting desperately.