Book Five, Chapters 13: The Patchers

Book Five, Chapters 13: The Patchers

Morning came, a relief to all of us. We didn’t get time to sleep. We had a plan to enact.

"Alright, folks," Antoine said as we stood in the town hall, "I'm just gonna cut straight to the point. We got a killer on the loose, and he's coming after Patchers."

Whispers went through the crowd. We had invited about thirty of the Patchers along with as many non-Patchers as we could find. Being alone in a room with a bunch of Patchers didn't seem wise.

"If he's coming after us, then it's our business, not yours," Merle Patcher said. It was clear that he was seen as a sort of leader among the family.

We tried to invite all the Patchers that we had met, including Corduroy Patcher, who owned the general store. We needed to keep him involved because we planned on robbing him blind, and that would be easier to do if... something were to happen to him.

"Why can't you tell us more than this?" one of the Patchers screamed. "I'm a mother with children at home, and if I'm going to pull them out of school, I need to know why you think he is after us."

They really wanted to know how we knew they were the target, even more than they wanted to know why they were the target.

Others called out in agreement.

"Listen," Antoine said, "I understand your frustration, I really do, but this guy has taken out three of your kin, and one more looks like he's on the way out at the clinic. We need to coordinate efforts to help keep you all safe."

"We don't need your help to coordinate efforts," Merle said again. The ten years since we had last seen him had not diminished the man; he was a thunderstorm in human form. In fact, he was so notable in the presence of the other Patchers that I started to believe we had messed up by not getting to know him better in the Party Phase.

He seemed to be a key player.

"We cannot just sit around while more innocent people are slaughtered," Antoine said.

"Nobody ever said nothing about just sitting around," another Patcher said.

"I don't understand," one of the citizens who we knew for sure was not related to the Patchers said. "How do we know that this person is only attacking people of the Patcher bloodline? Why would they do that?"

The Patchers got real quiet.

"We're not making any inferences about that at this juncture," Antoine said. "If any of the Patchers have any idea why your family might be targeted, you can contact my office anonymously and feel free to let us in on that."

"None of us are going to tell you anything in secret," Merle said, taking offense at the very notion. "We are a family. Family is where we find our purpose. We don't need your help."

The other Patchers agreed vehemently. The man that I assumed was Merle's son, Joshua, said, "We have our own ways of solving problems around here."

Perhaps that was a bit too far; Merle looked at him with a scolding expression.

"The fact is," Merle said, "we just are not impressed with the current leadership of the Sheriff's Department. I have no reason to believe that you would be able to protect us, so we are going to protect ourselves."

The meeting went on like that for another hour, with different Patchers throwing out one-liners for Carousel to pick through. We had been up all night, ensuring that no one came and stole Tamara Cano's body. We needed to make sure that it got back to a medical examiner who wasn't a Patcher, married to a Patcher, or the secret love child of a Patcher.

We weren't sure if this was the right course of action, but we did know that the Patchers were all involved.

The best thing we could do was get them On-Screen and talking about it. We even managed to hide our cameraman in the room, his camera concealed under a pile of old sheets and rugs.

We were getting nearer and nearer to Second Blood, and we weren't sure which direction the plot would take. There were so many potential Patchers to be killed; how were we supposed to know which ones were next?

Just as the conversation started to wind down, the final Patcher showed up and made a loud entrance as he ran into the room, nursing a wound on his hand and hollering to the heavens.

He was a Patcher by marriage; his name was Jeffrey Fields, the representative of Eastern Carousel. The years had not been so kind to him.

"He got Della," was all Jeffrey could say. "He got Della. I tried to stop him, but he shot me here in the hand."

Rustle shot him?

Antoine quickly rushed to the man and looked at his wound. He looked over at us and then back at the wound.

"He shot you, huh?" Antoine asked, holding up the wound. It was a bleeder, alright, a small bullet hole on the skin between the thumb and pointer finger. It was apparent upon close inspection that the gunpowder residue, which was always visible in movies, was on the inside of his palm.

"What are you trying to say?" Jeffrey said.

"Our suspect doesn't use firearms," Antoine said. "He uses a blade."

Jeffrey went white.

"You let that man take my sister!" Merle screamed from across the room. He rushed toward Jeffrey and took his own look at the man's wound.

"I should have never let you marry her. I knew you couldn't protect her. Tell me that wound doesn't look like it came from that little girl gun that you got," Merle said.

"Merle, I swear," Jeffrey said. "I did everything I could. I just didn't want you to think..."

"How many times do I gotta tell you, boy? You can't hide anything from family," Merle said in a hushed and frankly terrifying voice.

"We gotta find her," Merle said. "Everybody, go pray. We need to finish this."

Off-screen.

Go pray?

The Patchers poured out of the town hall and found their way to the gas station and the general store. I stood and watched outside, having no clue what was going on.

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"Della!" Merle screamed. "You dumb son—”

I couldn't hear what else he said because the entire area came alive with gunfire. The bullets penetrated Rustle's torso, tearing through and leaving spatters of blood. Some of the guns were very powerful and left entire holes in his torso.

They shot him at least twenty times.

Rose screamed out, "No!"

It was abundantly clear that the hail of bullets was designed to be lethal by the script. They hit every square inch of his body, including his head and chest. Still, he stood for a moment long enough to stumble backward and fall into the abyss behind him.

Just as he did, Second Blood struck on the plot cycle.

Well, that would certainly explain why no one had to die in this movie. First Blood was Benny Harless; Second Blood was his son, Rustle.

Several of the Patchers ran to Della's aid, but she was a lost cause. Other than a few miserable gasps, she was finished. Benny had killed everyone apparently involved in his father's murder and the death of his childhood friend.

"Rustle," Rose cried out. Kimberly immediately grabbed onto her, as did Dina, and they helped stop her from falling further to the ground.

"I always prayed for a child," Rose said. "I prayed at the church in town. I prayed to the gods of foreign religions. I prayed and I prayed, and I never got my answer." She looked up to the sky and around at the trees and the wind that blew their leaves rapidly. "Then I prayed to the trees and the fields and the forest and to the gods that have no names. And they gave me him," she said, looking up at Kimberly. "I heard him crying in the field. He was born from a gourd, his umbilical cord attached to the plant itself. But he was my boy. He was mine to look after. A child of the fields, the spirit of the harvest in human form. Such a special boy. Until they did this to him," she said. "When they killed his father, I saw darkness form inside him, an anger that was unnatural, and... now he is free."

I was so distracted by her confession of Rustle's supernatural origin that I hardly noticed the Patchers were all standing perfectly upright and still, their weapons at the ready.

We were in the finale, and it was time to meet the real enemy.

The Patchers

Plot Armor: 15-28

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Tropes

Twist Villain

This villain may have initially appeared to play a more minor part in the story, even appearing as an NPC, but when the film’s apparent villain falls, this villain’s true nature is revealed.

Hidden In

Plain Sight

This villain cannot be attacked On-Screen until it attacks the player or is otherwise identified as hostile. Attacking it will not be effective, nor will it change the story. It will cause the player to go Off-Screen for a time.

Pattern Killer

Before the finale, the villain will only kill victims chosen according to a pre-established motive.

No Neighborhood Watch

The villain will not be seen by NPC witnesses when off-screen

Hive Mind

This villain's mind is linked to that of similar villains.

The Unseen Hand

This enemy is guided by a greater force. This guidance may be a part of the lore or the meta.

Strength In Numbers

The enemy is at its strongest in groups. Singling its members out will weaken them substantially.

Fungible Enemy

This enemy is composed of countless largely interchangeable units whose numbers will not diminish until the scene is concluded. There always seems to be more to come.

Skeletons in the Closet

Once the players discover this enemy’s dark secret, the Win Condition is Get the Truth Out.

Hive mind? I started to question in my mind.

Then the question was answered.

"In family, we find purpose," Merle said.

Then, they all said it with him. "In family, we find purpose!"

It just occurred to me that we had inadvertently done the thing we were so careful not to do earlier, the thing about being alone with a bunch of Patchers.

"Oh damn," I said as they all spoke and moved in unison. "Run!"