EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author


UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.



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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.


And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.


This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.


Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.








April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.




#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...


#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 


Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.


NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 



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The Beginning of the End
Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)




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Quaraun and the Vampire, Into the Swamp of Death
Volume 8 of
The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Quaraun said to Unicorn.

"I know. I have forgiven ya, Quaraun. I just have to re-learn to trust ya agains."

"I feel like I'm losing control of myself. I worry that a day will come when I do kill you because I no longer have enough self control to stop myself. I don't want you to die and I can't trust myself to not kill you. There is a healer, Massimara, she lives on Mount Yen, in Baironi. We should go there. She knows powerful magic, maybe she can do something to restore your sight and ease your pain. We can be there in a few weeks."

"Baironi?" BeaLuna interrupted. "Are you crazy? That's halfway around the world! You have to find a ship to go across the ocean. That alone is gonna take months. It'll be at least a year before we get there."

Quaraun turned his attention to the little pink haired, green skinned Flower Gnome and the Dwarf. He'd nearly forgotten of their presence. These past few weeks he'd worried only of Unicorn's failing health and had barely said a word to either the Orchid Gnome or the Mountain Dwarf who'd been travelling with them.

"I have a ship," Quaraun said.

"You have a ship? Since when?"

Quaraun reached into his bag of holding and pulled out a tiny glass bottle. Inside was a ship, floating in water.

"It's a flying ship. Fully crewed. It only takes days to cross the ocean in her. We...uhm...we...commandeered her in your absence. It was the first thing we did after leaving the Vulgar Alchemist Inn."

"That ship? We are gonna cross the ocean, on a ship that's barely two inches long and corked in a bottle?"

"Yes. I lived with the Di'Jinn for decades. My speciality is Genie Bottles, Phylacteries, and Bags of Holding. Remember? I used to own a shop and that's what I sold. I inadvertently helped to create the Lich Lords because I'm so good at what I do and, so also so good at getting caught in Faerie traps. Apparently, I have a weakness for the Fae and their drugged food."

BeaLuna glared at Unicorn. 

"Yeah, I'd say you do. Especially when it's a psychotic Faerie trying to get in bed with you. You just fall for that one every time. That's how you got stuck with this crazy Faerie and that lunatic BoomFuzzy you used to fuck around with before you started fucking around with Unicorn. Damn you Quaraun, you need to stop drinking Faerie wine and getting yourself fucked over by Phookas."

"Maybe him likes Faerie wine un getting him bahookie fucked by the Phookas," Unicorn said.

"I wasn't talking to you," the Gnome screamed. "I'm never talking to you. You're a raving lunatic and I don't want you near me."

"Him do be insane un ya does not mind him." Unicorn pointed to Quaraun.

"No, you keep him drunk on Faerie wine and he doesn't know whether he's coming or going any more."

"Quaraun, are ya not wanting me keeping ya drunk on Faerie wine so I can fuck yar wee lil ass?"

Quaraun looked back and forth from the Faerie to the Gnome. "How do you two turn every conversation into an argument about my sex life?"

"Well,” Bullgaar answered. “You're a male Elf dressed like a female prostitute she-slut, eunuch who took of vow of celibacy, claims to still be virgin, and you likes whoring yourself out to unicorns and male Faeries. Everyone wants to talk about your sex life, because no one else has one quite like it."

"Yes, well, while you and BeaLuna argue about my sordid sex life, I'm gonna take Unicorn to Mount Yenka, in Baironi to see Massimara. And BeaLuna, what's happened to you? You used to like BoomFuzzy. The only reason you didn't die with everyone else is because you didn't hate BoomFuzzy with everyone else. When did you start hating BoomFuzzy?" 

"That thing there," BeaLuna pointed to Unicorn as she spoke. "He's not BoomFuzzy, Quaraun. You gotta get that through your head. BoomFuzzy's dead and this creature is not him. This THING is a monster. He's a trickster. He's drugging you with Faerie Food and playing tricks on your mind. He's NOT BoomFuzzy and I don't have to like him. I can hate him all I want."

"Bullgaar?" Quaraun stood up and turned to the Dwarf. "Do you agree with her?"

"I did not knows the BoomFuzzy, fellah, but that Unicorn there, he's crazy. I wouldn't travel with him by choice. Don't trust him. Never trusted no Phookas."

"So you both don't like Unicorn."

"No, Quaraun," answered BeaLuna. "We don't. And neither of us like travelling with him."

"But you liked BoomFuzzy."

"No, actually, I didn't. I put up with him, because you liked him and it became impossible to spend time with you, without also spending time with BoomFuzzy. The two of you were never out of each other’s sight, same way you are with Unicorn now. You’re very clingy with your lovers, you know that Quaraun? And I couldn’t stand BoomFuzzy. He was taking advantage of you, Quaraun. He admitted it. I asked him once. And he came right out and told me he was only using you to get you to make those 13 phylacteries. Quaraun he built the damned Lich Lords and he was only pretending to like you, so you'd help him. He used you Quaraun. He did not love you. He never did. He killed himself in a Lich making ritual. 

“Quaraun he did not love you. You need to open your eyes and face that. BoomFuzzy was a horrible person who took advantage of the fact you are too stupid to know when people are using you. I never liked that about him. You were so in love with him, you couldn't see it. You didn't want to see it. You did what you always do. You pretended not to see what was right in front of you. He was using you, because you was a wizard. And the worst part of it was you knew he was using you and you just turned a blind eye to it! 

“You completely ignored what he was doing. You’re always doing that. You won’t look at things you don’t want to see. Everyone knew he was an evil Necromancer, and you even knew it, but you overlooked it. You overlooked how people started going missing after he showed up. You knew he was killing people, Quaraun.”

“BeaLuna,” Unicorn interrupted. “Ya shoulds stop whiles ya ahead un while ya still has a head. Ya does not know what yis doing.”

 “SHUT UP!” The Gnome screamed at the Phooka. “I can't stand you. You are every bit as bad as BoomFuzzy. You use Quaraun, just like he did. All you care about is sex. You don't give a damn about him. You know he's desperately mourning BoomFuzzy and you're taking advantage of that to get him in bed with you. You're worse then BoomFuzzy...”

“BeaLuna ya really needs to stop belittling BoomFuzzy, ya does nah know what Quaraun him did...”

Bullgaar punched the Faerie. “Stop interrupting the Gnome. I wanta hear her.”

“She really needs to stop...”

“Why?” BeaLuna demanded. “Because he can't take hearing the truth?”

“No, him can no face what yis saying tos him, BeaLuna, he really can no, ya does not know hows de Moon Elves did died...”

“And you do?”

“I were there. I saws what him did. They push him too far. Like yis doing now. Him can no take anything bad said of BoomFuzzy. We is soul bound, I know what him feels, I know ya is hurting him too much with ya words. Ya have to stop talking. Ya have to stop saying bad tings of the BoomFuzzy.”

“Oh you know this, why, because you love him?”

“Aye, I do, BeaLuna. I does love him. I loves him very much.”

“No, you don't. You just want to fuck him because you know it's easy to get him bed with you.  He only let’s you fuck him as long as you keep playing with his mind and confusing him with your talk of being BoomFuzzy.”

“I is BoomFuzzy, BeaLuna. Quaraun is Necromancer. Him not wee lil Elf ya knew. Him change. Him brought me back, ya has to believe that, before he kills ya. Him kills people now. Him kills a lot of people. Ya been away from him too long. Ya knows not hows much him change.”

“Only because he hangs around with you. And he only does that because you lie about being BoomFuzzy.”

“I is BoomFuzzy.”

“No, you're not. You're nothing but a damned shape shifting monster. That's all you are. You are not BoomFuzzy. You are are nothing but a deceptive Phooka. You're a trickster Faerie, deceiving people is what you do.”

“I knows what I is. I knows what I do. That does not change who I is. Who I was in life un what him did to bring me back. I is BoomFuzzy, Quaraun is a Necromancer, him brought me back.”

“I knew BoomFuzzy, and he wasn't you.”

“BeaLuna, please stop, ya hurting him.”

“She ain't hurting the Elf,” Bullgaar laughed. He was enjoying seeing the hurt expression on the Phooka's face. He didn't care about the Elf, so long as the Phooka was upset.

“Please, BeaLuna, ya knows what his father did, he is hurt enough...”

“I don't care. Someone needs to wake him up to the truth. He's been living in a dream world. He won't face reality because he too hung up on some lost lover, who never loved him in the first place. BoomFuzzy was a vile, evil, perverted monster. That bastard of a wretch never loved Quaraun. He knew Quaraun was stupid and easy to take advantage of. He messed with Quaraun's head the same way you are doing now. Quaraun's too retarded to know when he's being used, it's some many people keep taking advantage of him. I hate seeing you do it, just like I hated seeing BoomFuzzy do it.”

“BeaLuna please stop,” Unicorn pleaded, now sounded frightened. “Ya do'na know what ya doing.”

“No?”

“Ya do'na know whats he has done. What him is capable of doing...”

“Oh and you do? You don't even know him. I've known him his whole life. You've only been in his life less then a year. You don't know him at all.”

“I is soul bound to him. I has been for centuries. I knows what him feels, what him tinks, un I know what ya words are making him feels right now un knows ya need to stop, because right now him be seeing ya the same way he saws hims father. Please stop. Ya do'na know what happens...”

“Shut up and leave me alone, you perverted beast! I hate you! I hate the sight of you! I hate the thought of you! I wish you'd drop dead! I hate you as much as I hated BoomFuzzy.”

Unicorn sat on the ground and stared at his hands. BeaLuna continued yelling at him. Unicorn was in fact BoomFuzzy and he was soul bound to the Elf and he could feel everything the Elf was feeling and right now, Quaraun's heart was filled with an overwhelming sadness that was crushing his spirits. It upset Unicorn that BeaLuna's words were upsetting Quaraun so much and he didn't know how to stop her. Unicorn liked BeaLuna, he didn't like that she didn't like him. But the thing troubling Unicorn the most was the fact that BeaLuna was unaware of Quaraun's ability to kill people simply by wishing them dead and right now, Quaraun was wishing the Gnome was dead. And every time Bullgaar added a snide comment, Quaraun was wishing he'd die too. Quaraun was a Di'Jinn wizard, trained by the Di'Jinn themselves, granting wishes is what he did, but never well. He simply wasn't good at it. And when he started granting his own wishes things went wrong. Horribly wrong. They always did. Unicorn had seen it happen more than once. He's only heard rumours of Kelim's village, but he'd seen the deaths of the Di'Jinn and the destruction of the Moon Elf Village, he knew full well what Quaraun was actually capable of.

BeaLuna and Bullgaar both thought the Moon Elves had been killed by the Lich Lords. 

Every one thought the Moon Elves had been killed by the Lich Lords. 

The destruction of the Moon Elf Village had been so sudden and so violent. Whatever hit them, hit them fast. Swooping down on them without warning. A horrific Lich's frost that instantly froze everything and everyone – that's what people said. It had never occurred to anyone to think that Quaraun had killed his own people to punish them for driving BoomFuzzy to suicide. Quaraun was so timid. So quiet. So peaceful. He was too busy planting roses and embroidering pink hearts on everything to think an evil thought. He was too stupid to know what was going on around him. Everyone knew this to be true. 

But then there was Kelim's village. Kelim, about to marry the daughter of Finderu. Kelim alone had survived. Everyone knew the stories – a Necromancer had walked into town and unleashed a Lich on the village. A Lich unlike any Lich the world had ever known: a black dragon, and not just any black dragon, but the Elf Eater's Dragon from Fire Mountain, the most feared dragon of them all, owned by the most feared Lich of all time, both of Lich and Dragon controlled by a psychotic pink robed Necromancer.

Finderu was the leader of the Wizardry Guild. It had been on his word that the order to banish Necromancers from the Guild had gone out. He was the one who had been pivotal in setting BoomFuzzy on his vengeful path of Lichdom. Somewhere in Quaraun's twisted mind, Finderu had been to blame for BoomFuzzy's death and so, Quaraun had let loose a DracoLich on him, and everyone in his village. Unicorn insisted Quaraun was that Necromancer that destroyed Kelim's village, and Quaraun himself admitted to what he had done, but BeaLuna would not hear a word of it, nor would she believe Quaraun had had any part in the deaths of his people.

Quaraun's mind was broken far more than the Gnome realized and he simply could no longer listen to anything said against BoomFuzzy, no matter who it was who had said it. It never occurred to anyone to think that everyone whom had ever said an unkind word to or about BoomFuzzy had a nasty habit of turning up dead.

Quaraun could hear no word against BoomFuzzy. Not even from his children. Four small children. The oldest only 9. Had come in one night singing a song they had overheard and knew not the meaning of. A song about BoomFuzzy and the joys of the world without him. A song that rejoiced in his death.

They were the first to die. Four small children, who never knew BoomFuzzy and knew not the meaning of the song they sung. Murdered at the hands of their own father. For he loved his children, but he loved BoomFuzzy more.

“I loved my children,” Quaraun said quietly.

“We aren't talking about your children Quaraun,” BeaLuna yelled. “Will you stop drifting off and pay attention!”

“That were the breaking point,” Unicorn said. He sounded terrified.

“I loved BoomFuzzy more.”

BeaLuna didn't know about Finderu and Kelim or what had happened to their village. She didn't know BoomFuzzy had been kicked out of the Guild for practising Necromancy and so Quaraun murdered every last Guild member. More importantly, BeaLuna didn't know about the children. Four little Elflings, singing a nursery rhyme their vile hearted mother had taught them. A horrible song, about a monster named BoomFuzzy. A horrible song whose words cut through their father's heart like a knife. That night their father put them in bed and then as they slept sliced their throats, then in a rage, turned on the village and killed every last Moon Elf, for their crime of not only driving BoomFuzzy to suicide, but also turning his beloved children against the Faerie he had loved so dearly.

BeaLuna didn't know how the children had died. But Unicorn knew. Unicorn knew that Quaraun loved BoomFuzzy with a devotion that defied logic and Quaraun would do anything to anyone, to defend BoomFuzzy's honour. Unicorn knew the danger BeaLuna was putting herself in, with this rant against BoomFuzzy. Unicorn knew what Quaraun was capable of and it frightened him terribly the dark thoughts that were now surfacing on Quaraun's tormented soul. 

“I loved my children,” Quaraun said again, sounding horrified and mortified. 

The guilt of having murdered his children weighed heavy on his mind. He'd gone too far and he knew it, but he didn't know how to stop. He knew the thoughts rising up in his soul now. How much he wanted to shut the Gnome up – forever. 

BeaLuna had been his friend since childhood. He loved her dearly, but he loved BoomFuzzy more and every word she spoke now, piled on more hurt of the pain that was already crushing the poor Elf's mind.

Quaraun walked away from the group, looking dazed and confused. He could not bare to listen to BeaLuna's words any more. He needed to get away from her. He wanted to be alone, to not listen to the hurtful words she had to say about BoomFuzzy.  But she followed him and continued to belittle BoomFuzzy’s memory.

“BeaLuna leave him alone...”

BeaLuna ignored Unicorn and followed Quaraun, still screaming at him.

“BoomFuzzy only seduced you because you were the local wizard. He knew you was the only one who could stop him, and he knew if he toyed with your heart, that you wouldn't stop him. He used you Quaraun. You are are incredibly stupid Quaraun, it’s so damned easy for people to take advantage of you, because you haven’t got enough brains to know any better. I don’t know how you survive. Of all the Moon Elves to survive, why you? You are too stupid to live and yet you’re the one who keeps on going while everyone around you drops dead. It’s dumb luck is what it is, is certainly ain’t survival of the fittest, you’re the farthest from being the fittest, and you’re just about the dumbest danged Elf I ever met.”

“You’ve meet an Elf dumber then he is?” Bullgaar asked.

“No. Bullgaar’s right. You’re the stupidest Elf I’ve ever met. You know how to do one thing and one thing only. Magic. That’s it. You are damned good at being a wizard, you’re the best danged wizard anyone’s ever seen, but you don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground about anything else. You think you know love. You don’t know love. You don't know when someone loves you. 

“You know how to love. I’ve never seen anyone love someone as much you loved BoomFuzzy, but he didn’t love you, and you’re too stupid to see that. He didn't love you. He never did. He used you, Quaraun.”

“I does love him, BeaLuna,” Unicorn said, not moving from his spot on the ground, hoping she'd come back to him and let Quaraun walk away.

“YOU ARE NOT BOOMFUZZY! STOP CONFUSING HIM!”

“Leave him alone, BeaLuna.”

“You leave HER alone!” Bullgaar yelled as he punched the sick Phooka as hard as he could.

Unicorn let out a cry of pain. The Phooka fell back to his knees again. He was too weak to put up a fight. But his sharp yelp of pain, struck a nerve in Quaraun.

Quaraun stopped walking. He turned and stared at Bullgaar. The big Dwarf was a bully. He was bigger than everyone else in their group and he liked picking on the little sick Faerie. He liked pushing Unicorn around. He took every opportunity he could find to hit Unicorn and push him around.

Quaraun’s mind reeled. BeaLuna and Bullgaar were his friends, but now they had both turned on Unicorn. They belittled BoomFuzzy’s memory, while they attacked the dying Faerie that resembled him so much.

Quaraun had already lost BoomFuzzy before. He wasn’t gonna lose him again.

The old Phooka was new to their group. A stranger. There was no logical reason for Quaraun to defend him. But he was BoomFuzzy. Back from the dead. Of this Quaraun was certain. And now that BoomFuzzy was back alive, he would not lose BoomFuzzy again.

 “They both used you,” BeaLuna continued to yell at Quaraun. “BoomFuzzy and now him. He used you because, you’re so stupid that it’s easy for people to take advantage of you. Your father was right about him. He was a really bad person and your father was right to want to get you away from him."

"You agreed with my father?" Quaraun asked, quietly, looking at BeaLuna for the first time since she had started yelling at him. 

“We all agreed with your father.”

“No one hated BoomFuzzy more then my father did.”

Quaraun was used to being belittled, put down, teased, and called stupid by everyone around him. He’d grown up with the entire Moon Elf village treating him that way. His entire childhood had been spent, burying his nose in magic books to try to pretend he couldn’t hear the person beside him calling him stupid and retarded. 

Had Quaraun lived in a time when such things were known, doctors would have told his friends that Quaraun had Autism, and he excelled in silently sitting in one spot for hours on end not crying or showing any emotion at all while people told him he was stupid. People thought their words had no effect on him, because he sat silent, not crying, not showing any emotion at all. But inside he was screaming. Inside he felt like they were tearing him apart. Inside he wanted to tear their tongues out of their thoughts and make them shut up. But no one had belittled him more than his father. It hurt when people called him stupid, but it was soul crushing when it father had done it. He tried shutting out most of BeaLuna’s cruel words now, until she brought up his father.

BeaLuna continued to scream and yell, but Quaraun was no longer hearing it. His thoughts were thrown back to his childhood and the horrible abuse he had received at the hands of his father. Then his thoughts went to BoomFuzzy. No one had hated BoomFuzzy more then Quaraun's father had done.

"You agreed with my father?" Quaraun said again, this time to himself.

"Yes. On BoomFuzzy I did. And I'd agree with him on this too. He'd hate Unicorn and you know it. He'd hate that you were sharing your bed with this vile, perverted creature."

"My father was evil."

“No. Quaraun. He wasn’t.”

“He hated me.”

“No, Quaraun, he didn't.”

“He wanted me dead.”

"Quaraun, your father cared about you. He wanted a better life for you, then the one you were chasing after. He wouldn't want to see you wasting your life worrying about a trampy fuck-crazy Phooka who ain't worth a piece of shit. You used to have a mission and a purpose, until you met him, and now all you do is lean over and let that thing fuck you. You used to travel to help villages from the Lich Lords, now all you do is not travel for weeks because he's too old to be travelling and can't keep up, so we have to stop and pamper him. What you really need to do is find a healer, and then leave him there so you can get on with your life without this interruption in the way of everything."

“He reminds me of BoomFuzzy.”

“Quaraun, he's not BoomFuzzy.”

“I don't care.”

“Quaraun, you need to care, you're just gonna get hurt again.”

“I want BoomFuzzy.”

“He's not BoomFuzzy.”

“I don't care.”

“You need to care...”

“I love him.”

“Quaraun, why aren't you listening to me?”

“I AM listening to you. For the first time. I am hearing you. You hated BoomFuzzy just like everyone else did. I thought you were my friend. You’re just like everyone else. I don't want to hear you any more, you're annoying me.”

“He's not BoomFuzzy.”

“I don't care.”

“You're father would have cared.”

“I don't care what my father would have thought.”

“You're father didn't want you throwing your life away and I don't either.”

“He hated BoomFuzzy.”

“Quaraun, BoomFuzzy was evil. Your father didn’t want you hanging around with evil wizards.”

“He was not evil.”

“Yes he was.”

“You hated BoomFuzzy?”

“No, Quaraun. I hated the way he was using you.”

“You hate Unicorn.”

“Yes, I can't stand, Unicorn.”

“You hated BoomFuzzy and you hate Unicorn.”

“Quaraun, that is not BoomFuzzy, that thing is a monster. He's not even a person. He just morphs into that form to blend in. He's a monster. An actual monster. You know that. You've seen his natural form. You're the only one who really knows what he looks like. Quaraun, you KNOW he's not BoomFuzzy. You know he's not even remotely a person.”

“I was there, when BoomFuzzy died. I saw what he turned into after the illusions were gone. BoomFuzzy was a Unicorn. I know what he really is.  BoomFuzzy was a horse,” Quaraun turned and pointed to Unicorn. “He's a horse.”

“He's an animal!”

“He's a Unicorn.”

“He's a vile, filthy, perverted monster.”

“BeaLuna, leave him alone!”

Quaraun was yelling now. He was losing his patience with BeaLuna.

“You need him out of your life.”

“He's sick. He needs our help.”

“He's evil.”

“He's not evil.”

“He's a monster, Quaraun.”

“I don't care what he is. I love him.”

“You don't love him, Quaraun. You love the idea of him. You love the fact that he reminds you of BoomFuzzy. You only want him around because he's a shapeshifter and he can be BoomFuzzy for you. He can be BoomFuzzy in bed for you and that's what you really want. He can be anything or anyone you want him to be and you want BoomFuzzy and he's doing that for you. But he's not BoomFuzzy, Quaraun.”

“I don't care, BeaLuna.”

“You should. You should care. He's just using you for sex. He knows how sad you are without BoomFuzzy and he's using that to get in bed with you. He's pretending to be something he's not, so he can take advantage of you.”

“I don't care if he is. I am happy with this. I like this. I like him. I like bedding with him and shouldn't matter to you who I bed with. It's none of your business.”

“I care about you.”

“I know you do. But I'm never going to bed with you. I do not like females and you should know that by now. I'm never going to bed with you BeaLuna, you need to accept that.”

“You shouldn't be bedding with him!”

“BeaLuna...”

“Quaraun what are you gonna do when he dies?”

“He won't die.”

“Yes he will. Quaraun look at him. You said it yourself. He's old. He's sick. He can't get around on his own. We can't travel any more because he can't keep up. You want to end your quest to help people, so we can go out of our way, around the world, to find him a healer.”

“How is that not still me helping someone?”

“Because he's not someone. He's not any one. He's not anything at all. He's just a Phooka. He's a monster, that doesn't deserve to live in the first place. We'd all be better off if you just left him here and let him die.”

“I'm not leaving him behind.” 

“Quaraun, he’s a monster. We kill monsters. Fighting monsters is what we do. Normally we’d kill a Phooka. This one got in your head. He’s playing mind tricks on you. He’s pretending to be BoomFuzzy so you won’t kill him. Why can’t you see that? He’s disrupted our lives.”

Quaraun stared at Unicorn who was sitting on the ground, sullen and silent. While he usually joked about these things and tried to laugh at them, the things BeaLuna said to and about him, did hurt his feelings, and these past few weeks he was becoming too ill, too weak, to laugh them off any more. Right now, the Phooka was crying. Quaraun couldn't remember ever having seen Unicorn cry before.

"She do be right," Unicorn whispered hoarsely. "I has disrupted yar life.”

“No,” Quaraun answered. “You haven’t.”

“They hates me un they'll convince ya to leave me behind. No one ever stand by a Phooka long. I is used to it. It is why BoomFuzzy did died. Him could not take it no more. No one ever loves Phooka. We have to hide what we are if we wants to live with others. BoomFuzzy pretended to be Moon Elf, because it were the only way him could enter Elven village without being killit on sight. I has destroyed ya life."

Quaraun knelt beside the old Phooka and hugged him.

"No. You gave my life a meaning. It's alright," said Quaraun as he kissed the Phooka's face. "Don't listen to her. Their words mean nothing to me. Ignore the naysayers, it’s the only way you can make from one day to the next when you are different like we are. I know I’m not smart, but that doesn’t stop people from telling me I’m stupid every chance they can get. You have to learn to turn a blind eye to your pain and a deaf ear to their cruel words. They don’t care how much they hurt others or they couldn’t say the things they do. They think because I’m not smart, I have no feelings to hurt. They think because I don’t cry, I’m not hurting. The people who every day said bad things about BoomFuzzy, where the same ones who every day, said bad things about me. That’s why I liked BoomFuzzy, because he understood my pain. He suffered at the sharp end of their tongues with me. Don’t cry, Unicorn. When you cry, they win. They know they’ve hurt yo. Don’t let them know their words hurt. Just turn around and walk away. That’s what I’ve done my whole life. I learned that as a children, I’d have killed myself, the same way BoomFuzzy did, centuries ago, if I hadn’t taught myself, to ignore pain. Just like BoomFuzzy, the bullies who tease you are the same bullies who tease me. You're the only thing important to me any more. and right now you're sick, we need to find you a healer. Don't worry. I won't leave you behind. I'll never leave you. We both need each other."







Volume 8: Into The Swamp Of Death

Quaraun wakes up in The Mournful Lamb Inn, with no memory of who he is or how he got there. Every one tells him he arrived covered in blood and collapsed, but no one can answer any other questions, save a gargoyle-like beast of a vampire, who tells Quaraun he is dead by suicide and wanders through the Swamp of Death, the holding ground between life and death, heaven and hell. The holding grounds for people too good for hell but too evil for heaven, as well as the place where lost souls wander until they can be set free: The Mournful Lamb being the resting place for murder victims and suicide victims.

Confused and alone, Quaraun tries to leave the inn, only to discover a vast barrier around it prevents any one inside from getting out.

The vampire tells him the only way out is to look into his own memories and seek out the truth: seek for the three friends, who never travelled with you, answer the question: why do always travel alone.

Unlocking his past reveal a horrifying truth: BeaLuna the Gnome, Bullgaar the Dwarf, and BoomFuzzy the Unicorn were never there - figments of his warped imagination or ghosts of the past, he can't tell which, but in all this time no one but Quaraun has ever seen any of them, for they are all ghosts who now haunt their murderer.

TRIGGER WARNING

This novel is about a murder-suicide, in which the suicide victim is found still alive. 

This novel contains references to and graphic depictions of cutting, intentional drug overdose, suicide attempts, dismemberment, murder, and beheadings.

Some of these scenes are included in the free-to-read-online sample chapters.

Reader discretion is advised.

Possibly NSFW

BDSM YAOI

TORTURE PORN

BARBED KNOTTING WARNING

This novel contains one of the most graphically detailed and brutally violent CBT barbed-knotting torture/sex/rape scenes of the entire series. No part of this scene is available free-to-read online.

Reader discretion is strongly advised.

NSFW


The sample chapters listed below equal about 1/10th of the novel. No additional chapters will be made available free to read online.


The Mournful Lamb Inn



Everyone Is Dead?



Where Are Your Friends?



The Valley of the Katopas (Part 1)



The Valley of the Katopas (Part 2)



The Beginning of the End



The Witch Massimara Of Mount Yenka



Psychotic Dead Things



Six Days Earlier



There is no Mournful Lamb Inn



The Swamp of Death





TYPE: Long Novella/Short Novel

WORD COUNT: 61,449 words

PAGE COUNT: 164 printed paperback pages

POINT OF VIEW: third person; Quaraun’s point of view usually; a few times from Unicorn’s

HAPPY EVER AFTER? no, this volume does NOT have a happy ending; character death ending

CLIFFHANGER ENDING: Yes. Sort of. Almost. This volumes ends with a sort of “To Be Continued...” that doesn’t actually continue

CONTINUING SERIAL? Yes; this is volume 8 of 130

INTERRACIAL COUPLES? Yes; a white skinned cross-dressing male Elf and his black skinned male Phooka lover.

Genre: Dark Fantasy > Sword & Sorcery > Bizzarro > Literary

LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, meaning there’s a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action going on in this heavily character driven series. Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or hour) in Quaraun's life.















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