Max crashed through the drywall with guns blazing.
The Underbelly Kings didn't even know what hit them.
Bullets flying through the air like angry wasps, the sound of bodies hitting the floor was keeping in time with the beat in his mind.
20130612
Boom!
Max crashed through the drywall with guns blazing.
The Underbelly Kings didn't even know what hit them.
Bullets flying through the air like angry wasps, the sound of bodies hitting the floor was keeping in time with the beat in his mind.
A Moment with Maggie
Violence is no novelty to Maggie. She has seen her fair share of
death and destruction. So now here she sits on the edge of the building
looking down upon the crime scene. Many cops are below. They arrived moments earlier. They also failed to see her sitting there, like a
bird on a wire; she didn't want to be seen.
She feels the first tinges of hunger; it is a good sign. It indicates that she is still alive. Her long red hair billows about her as the wind sweeps through the city, like a long lost lover.
Her cellphone dances.
"Speak to me," she says.
"Did you have to take him out so soon after the other?" the voice on the other end asks.
"It had to be done," she replies coldly. "You know it had to be done. Soon as I picked up on the trail."
Her katana is on the ledge beside her, the drizzle washing the red stains from the blade. The cops below her are going about their business like ants tending to the hive. She will need to disappear again for a while, to lay low and wait to see what was going on.
She hates the day after. She knows the press will make it more mundane than it actually is.
Tomorrow's headline will declare to the city that the 12th slasher victim was found. They will give the name and the address of this supposed victim. Nowhere in the paper will it say that this victim was one of the hounds of hell unleashed from it's prison many years ago.
"Only one more to go," she says to the voice and then shuts off her cellphone.
She feels the first tinges of hunger; it is a good sign. It indicates that she is still alive. Her long red hair billows about her as the wind sweeps through the city, like a long lost lover.
Her cellphone dances.
"Speak to me," she says.
"Did you have to take him out so soon after the other?" the voice on the other end asks.
"It had to be done," she replies coldly. "You know it had to be done. Soon as I picked up on the trail."
Her katana is on the ledge beside her, the drizzle washing the red stains from the blade. The cops below her are going about their business like ants tending to the hive. She will need to disappear again for a while, to lay low and wait to see what was going on.
She hates the day after. She knows the press will make it more mundane than it actually is.
Tomorrow's headline will declare to the city that the 12th slasher victim was found. They will give the name and the address of this supposed victim. Nowhere in the paper will it say that this victim was one of the hounds of hell unleashed from it's prison many years ago.
"Only one more to go," she says to the voice and then shuts off her cellphone.
20130611
Like Realities for Water
INT. SUBWAY CAR - NIGHT
SUKI is sitting near the back reading a comic book. MAX is two seats down wearing a cowboy hat and a t-shirt that declares "OLE". He is slumped down trying to catch a few winks. AKIMOTO is standing - he has an mp3 player and is listening to some tracks.
The subway car is zipping along many realities at the moment; mutants, dinosaurs, aliens, futuristic persons, hollywood stars, and the like all merge with each passing platform.
The train begins to slow down a little. AKIMOTO takes off his head phones and places the mp3 player down on a seat. SUKI closes the comic book and checks the Godhammer. Max straightens up and stretches. He takes the cowboy hat off and places it on the seat beside him.
BISHOP:
(voice over the intercom)
Arriving in destination in 1 minute.
On the platform are myriads of human-looking beasts, drooling and dripping blood. They seem to be a mockery of humanity at it's worst.
MAX:
(whispering as he brings his guns up)
Showtime.
Like a Dove Amongst Ravens
Maggie stood and looked around; she was looking for something but couldn't remember what it was. She was sure that whatever it was that
she was looking for was here.
She walked to the window and looked out and saw nothing but the blankness of space and time. She was trying to puzzle it together. Something was chiming and she couldn't tell what it was; it was the most annoying sound that she had ever heard.
"Maggie," a voice calls to her, carrying a hint of surprise.
Maggie turns to see the being made of energy, no features, no face, just a bright light of sorts.
"Are you okay?" the voice asks.
Maggie has something new growing inside her; she thinks it is fear. Is it fear? She doesn't know, but it's the first word that popped into her brain. The energy being steps towards her.
"Ain't you going to answer your cellphone?" the voice asks.
"Sell... fun?" Maggie said the last word; it sounded strange and foreign as if she was using her vocal chords for the first time.
"Maggie?" the energy being asked, stepping closer. "What's happening?"
As Warm as an Arctic Wind
Prime Minister Augustine Kendry stood in front of the window, her hands
clasped behind her back. She stared out at the street below and smiled a
warm smile, like a mother watching over a sleeping child.
If they only knew what they cannot truly see and feel.
She heard the side door to her office open but did not turn to see who entered. There was only a select few who knew of the secret passage to begin with.
"You are punctual," she said, still looking out the window.
"Well, when you've been summoned by a world leader one must see fit to attend," he replied.
"Let us cut to the chase on this one. Time, I think, is of the essence here," the Prime Minister said. She turned to face her guest. "There is something sinister in the works, and I need your team to do something about it."
"You know we aren't your dirty tricks squad," he replied.
"I know," she said with a slight smile, a hint of a real smile hidden in it somewhere. She reached for a envelope on the table and handed it to him.
"There's something going on in the northern regions, near Big Lake. A team of RCMP were sent in two days ago and nothing has been heard from them."
Max opened up the folder and began to scan the report, along with a few pictures. Max scrutinized one photo.
"I thought that would get your attention," she told him.
If they only knew what they cannot truly see and feel.
She heard the side door to her office open but did not turn to see who entered. There was only a select few who knew of the secret passage to begin with.
"You are punctual," she said, still looking out the window.
"Well, when you've been summoned by a world leader one must see fit to attend," he replied.
"Let us cut to the chase on this one. Time, I think, is of the essence here," the Prime Minister said. She turned to face her guest. "There is something sinister in the works, and I need your team to do something about it."
"You know we aren't your dirty tricks squad," he replied.
"I know," she said with a slight smile, a hint of a real smile hidden in it somewhere. She reached for a envelope on the table and handed it to him.
"There's something going on in the northern regions, near Big Lake. A team of RCMP were sent in two days ago and nothing has been heard from them."
Max opened up the folder and began to scan the report, along with a few pictures. Max scrutinized one photo.
"I thought that would get your attention," she told him.
All This and a Glass of Water Too
"You mean to say... what we are doing, this traveling about, is like going
to the beach?" Goner said. He stared at the glass of water on the table.
"Not going to the beach, but something akin to that," Max replied. He dropped his pen into the glass of water and moved it to the center of the table. "You see the refraction?"
Goner lay his head on the table and looked at the glass.
"See how the top sticks out and once you see inside you can see that the angle is different," Max continued. "The angle seems off and jutting off to one side. Now look at where the pen is inserted in the water. What do you see?"
"Bubbles," Goner said. "A lot of tiny bubbles."
"Do you see what I am getting at?" Max asked.
Goner's eyes widened as a new thought hit him.
"Not going to the beach, but something akin to that," Max replied. He dropped his pen into the glass of water and moved it to the center of the table. "You see the refraction?"
Goner lay his head on the table and looked at the glass.
"See how the top sticks out and once you see inside you can see that the angle is different," Max continued. "The angle seems off and jutting off to one side. Now look at where the pen is inserted in the water. What do you see?"
"Bubbles," Goner said. "A lot of tiny bubbles."
"Do you see what I am getting at?" Max asked.
Goner's eyes widened as a new thought hit him.
The Meeting Place
Montana 1891
Maggie sat on the wagon and looked across the plains. They were out in the open with no cover for what appeared to be miles around. Billy jumped down from the buckboard and took a few steps away before he stretched. It was a long ride and he was tired.
"This doesn't feel right," Maggie stated. She made sure that her katana was close at hand.
"Well, he said he was going to meet us here," Billy said. He scanned the horizon as well. He kicked at the red-painted rock.
Maggie had an uneasy feeling in her stomach; she knew that there was trouble brewing. And whenever she got this feeling, it was more than likely to come true.
Maggie sat on the wagon and looked across the plains. They were out in the open with no cover for what appeared to be miles around. Billy jumped down from the buckboard and took a few steps away before he stretched. It was a long ride and he was tired.
"This doesn't feel right," Maggie stated. She made sure that her katana was close at hand.
"Well, he said he was going to meet us here," Billy said. He scanned the horizon as well. He kicked at the red-painted rock.
Maggie had an uneasy feeling in her stomach; she knew that there was trouble brewing. And whenever she got this feeling, it was more than likely to come true.
20130610
The Iko Effect
Goner sat on the bus, using two pencils as drumsticks tapping out a beat on the empty seat before him. He was bored and really didn't know what to do with his time at the moment, and after all he was on a bus.
At first it was just a random beat; he wasn't truly aware of any song. Then an old song did occur to him - it was a tune his grandmother used to sing to him years ago - and he fell into the beat.
Two young girls sitting on the other side of the aisle glanced over at him and giggled. They were college students and were off to another part of the city to partake in some ritualistic partying. The one sitting by the window had recognized the tune and turned and whispered to her friend.
They began singing, their voices angelic, "My grandma and your grandma were sitting by the fire..."
Like a virus spreading and infecting through contact, others on the bus began to move their heads or clap or stamp their feet...
The Train Kept On A-Rollin'
"What's going on at the moment?" Goner asked. He plopped down on the seat
beside Suki. The others were napping or trying
to catch some sleep.
"A whole lotta nothin'," Suki replied with a
smile. She was sipping on a soda and watching the platforms passing by,
merging realities into one plureality. "Just watching the worlds meld
before me. It's better than television!"
Goner chuckled. He had begun to miss some of the shows he had grown accustomed too.
"We've been traveling for a long while without any stops," Goner noted.
"I know," Suki said. "And I have to go to the bathroom!"
Monday At Kelly's Dinner
Thunder rumbled across the heavens as the rain continue to fall. This was the third day in a row of rain; it was as if Mother Nature's tears were washing away the sins of the city, which was probably a good thing. The smell of bacon, eggs and home fries cooking on a grill brought his attention back to his surroundings.
Max took a sip from his coffee mug, raised it up signaling to the waitress that he wanted another refill. As he waited, he flipped open the dog-eared journal. Turning to a page that had the words scribbled in green ink:
TODAY'S YOUR DAY.
And scribbled underneath it.
Don't let the bastards tell you otherwise.
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