A Jebus Black Mini-Series
-He Came Tumbling Over-
It was a cloudy Tuesday morning in the streets of the free city, New York city. Pasquel’s apartment room went from orderly & clean to messy & unorganized in a matter of hours. He pulled an all nighter with his tools, building his new pieces of weaponry & snapping parts together without the need of any instruction manuals. There came a knock at the door, Pasquel quickly moved his desk out of sight.
“Coming!” called out Pasquel as he opened the door.
A short man in a brown postal service uniform handed him a long, brown envelope along with an electronic pad for a signature. Pasquel signed for his package, then closed the door to see the contents of the envelope; the envelope contained portraits of each individual member of the ‘Lethal Aqua’ group. The pictures of these Lethal Aqua troops ranged from older veterans to the young, fresh off boot camp, troops. Whether or not these guys are as dangerous as Agatha & the media said, Pasquel believes he can take them on. Along with the portraits & dossiers came three net cards & a note.
‘Access the ‘Brdlr server’, we’ll communicate without the cyber division on our tails.’
Pasquel steps out of the apartment & jogs down the street, unaware that a bronze jeep is following him from a distance. Pasquel enters a small Dry cleaners place to pick up his newly restored trench coat.
“That’s quite a coat you have there, it changes colors when it moves.” said the elderly shop owner behind the cashier. “Say, mind if you name a price & I’ll see if I can pay to take that fancy thing off your hands.”
“When pigs fly, sir.” replied Pasquel sincerely. He walked to the nearest alleyway so he can take the coat off the thick plastic bag & put on his Technicolor trench coat.
‘Missed you too sweetheart.’
Pasquel took a subway to the now rebuilt ‘Central Park’ which had been closed for some time.
As he continued to walk through the artificial grass & trees, he suddenly notices the same bronze jeep on the road to the left of him.
‘Lethal Aqua?’ he thought in suspicion.
The jeep drove away as soon as Pasquel tried to get a clear look at the driver inside.
‘Could have been one of them….I can’t take my chances, I have to get out of here.’
Pasquel continued with his walking route & arrived at the supermarket with ease. The bright fluorescent lights hid the fact that his fake mustache was glued on his face using facial glue. The skies became engulfed in dark grey clouds & now drops of water showered the streets. He swiftly avoided the rainfall & ran back to the subway. At the right time the ‘Blue Line’ made it to the terminal as Pasquel paid for his ticket.
The inside of the train was packed, full of businessmen, construction workers & private school students, all coming home after a day‘s toil. Like any other packed train, it smells of teen perfume, half eaten lunches & cigarette smoke, the typical subway fare.
Just as Pasquel made himself comfortable & sat in a vacant seat, he caught the sight of a mother with her infant child. He patted her back & offered the tired looking woman the seat, which she thankfully accepted.
The subway lights shut down, the only illumination came from the oncoming tunnel lights which gave the compartment a strobe effect. Pasquel wasn’t a man to get easily distraught by strobe lighting, but then he heard a faint ringing in his ear which began to grow louder & louder.
“I got you now, Pasquel!” Shouted a man wearing a black ski mask as he rushed toward him with a knife.
Pasquel dropped his bag of groceries & lifted his bare hands to grab the small knife that came towards him.
The blade slashed across his forehead & a burst of blood blinded his right eye. Pasquel then lifted his fist to sucker punch the man’s nose.
“Gyah! Mah nose!!” cried the man in the ski-mask.
The crowd inside ran to the compartment nearby, afraid of what else this masked assailant might do. Suddenly, the masked man grabbed a young girl’s arm & pointed a small pistol to her neck.
“So, you must be one of Salomon’s hired goons.” said Pasquel as blood soaked his face. “I pictured someone taller.”
“Give yourself up ‘Pasquel’ & I’ll let the girl go. Just give yourself up.” the masked man readied his gun.
“Look, I’ll give myself up, just…” with his hands raised over his head, he summoned a small cartridge from his coat sleeve, then quickly aims the small black cartridge at the masked man. A sharp, pencil sized steel blade shoots out from the cartridge & penetrates the masked man’s shoulder. As the chain reaction unfolds, the masked man accidentally pulls the trigger of his small pistol.
The subway brakes on it’s designated spot, the masked man ran out of the compartment doors just as they opened with the trademarked ring. Pasquel rushed to aid the girl who lay on the floor, soaked in her own blood with eyes wide.
“Don’t worry honey, you‘re going to be alright.” said Pasquel as he unwrapped the scarf on him & placed it on the gushing wound. “Someone call an ambulance!!”
A tall & thin Indian man came to Pasquel’s aid with a thin tablet at hand.
“Put pressure on the wound.” instructed Pasquel to the young girl’s friend as he rose from the ground & pulled out a silver pistol.
Pasquel rose up from the blood soaked floor & ran out into the terminal where he can clearly see the masked man’s blood trail.
As he ran out of the train, he felt a sudden slap of blurred vision & diziness.
‘Can’t see anything clear, balance tipping & this headache is killing me. Fix the picture, turn the bunny ears, adjust the coaxial, anything. That guy must’ve dipped his blade in something.’
He stumbled up the stairs & nearly fell onto a person’s shoulder’s, that was until he spotted the masked man inside a phone booth with the telephone at hand.
“He’s in the subway. Get him while the juice kicks in!” he removed his ski-mask & pushed the sweat to his red hair.
Pasquel aimed his gun at the man in the phone booth & fired one shot. The red haired man quickly jumps out of the booth & begins to return fire; Pasquel leaps into the cover of a vending machine.
He could now open his eyes, though saw nothing but a red trail running down to his field of vision. People ran & screamed for their life, Pasquel tilted his head to see the red haired man running up the stairs & pushing people off his way. He went after him, though his legs started to feel like jello & his arms shook as if he were in negative temperatures.
‘What’s wrong with me?!!’
He steps out of the Subway terminal & stepped into the crowded sunny streets. The buildings began to twist & bend as if they were made of rubber. Civilian faces started to morph and bend into strange and frightening creatures. Noses twisting, eyes melting, skin bubbling, throats opening, tentacles wobbling, scales emerging & colors changing.
‘What the…What the…What the…. What the… What the….’
As Pasquel decided to run down the neon painted sidewalk, he was then surrounded by strange crocodile creatures in swat uniforms who were armed with electric rods.
Two of the four crocodile beings began to shout at him through the microphone inside his helmet “Get on the ground, now!!!”
These crocodile beings began to hiss as white sticky liquid gushed from their sharp mouths.
Pasquel ,who was scared out of his mind, followed the creatures’ orders. He dropped the pistol, raised his arms to the back of his neck & kneeled to the ground. The crocodile creatures began to poke their electric rods at Pasquel, harshly electrifying his shoulder & sides. They paused & laughed as, once again, the white liquid gushed out of their mouths. Pasquel grabbed a nearby glass bottle & smashed the sharp end onto a crocodile’s face.
“Auuuughhhh!! My eyes!!” cried one of the Crocodiles as a bright squib of rainbow blood squirted from it’s eye sockets.
****
A crowd of passer bys began to stop & crowd around the action as they watched men in SWAT attire poke their electric rods at the hallucinating Pasquel.
“What’s going on here?” asked a man in a flannel business coat.
“It’s just some coked up guy loosing it, nothing to worry about, it‘s being handled. Move along citizen.”
Afraid of the presence of the small sub machine gun strapped to their vests, the man in the flannel coat left as well as the other pedestrians.
The soldiers then switched their electric rods off to use as stainless steel batons.
“Don’t beat him too hard, Salomon wants him alive!” called a blonde soldier.
Bruised & put to a bloodied straightjacket, Pasquel wakes up in a dimly lit room where the walls are surrounded in used mattress beds, the lighting is apple green & the windows are covered in thick newspaper. In front of him was a pristine flat-screened television hung high, nearly touching the ceiling. The flat-screen turned on & illuminated, showing the bright green words ‘Video. 2’ on the top left corner of the screen. Then played a collage of footage that had been taken from various commercials, movies & television shows to create a clearly coherent message.
“Pa-sssss-Kel. You are-not-to-stay-in-FREE CITY-ever-again. Resistance is- USELESS!!!! You will-be-back-at-The Colony- in no time. You-have-damaged my-reputation-one last time. You will pay for your missdeeds-Pa-ssss-Kel.”
Pasquel was clearly sober, but he sure wished he was still ‘tripping’ so that his situation could be nothing but a bad hallucinogenic dream.
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-He Came Tumbling Over-
It was a cloudy Tuesday morning in the streets of the free city, New York city. Pasquel’s apartment room went from orderly & clean to messy & unorganized in a matter of hours. He pulled an all nighter with his tools, building his new pieces of weaponry & snapping parts together without the need of any instruction manuals. There came a knock at the door, Pasquel quickly moved his desk out of sight.
“Coming!” called out Pasquel as he opened the door.
A short man in a brown postal service uniform handed him a long, brown envelope along with an electronic pad for a signature. Pasquel signed for his package, then closed the door to see the contents of the envelope; the envelope contained portraits of each individual member of the ‘Lethal Aqua’ group. The pictures of these Lethal Aqua troops ranged from older veterans to the young, fresh off boot camp, troops. Whether or not these guys are as dangerous as Agatha & the media said, Pasquel believes he can take them on. Along with the portraits & dossiers came three net cards & a note.
‘Access the ‘Brdlr server’, we’ll communicate without the cyber division on our tails.’
Pasquel steps out of the apartment & jogs down the street, unaware that a bronze jeep is following him from a distance. Pasquel enters a small Dry cleaners place to pick up his newly restored trench coat.
“That’s quite a coat you have there, it changes colors when it moves.” said the elderly shop owner behind the cashier. “Say, mind if you name a price & I’ll see if I can pay to take that fancy thing off your hands.”
“When pigs fly, sir.” replied Pasquel sincerely. He walked to the nearest alleyway so he can take the coat off the thick plastic bag & put on his Technicolor trench coat.
‘Missed you too sweetheart.’
Pasquel took a subway to the now rebuilt ‘Central Park’ which had been closed for some time.
As he continued to walk through the artificial grass & trees, he suddenly notices the same bronze jeep on the road to the left of him.
‘Lethal Aqua?’ he thought in suspicion.
The jeep drove away as soon as Pasquel tried to get a clear look at the driver inside.
‘Could have been one of them….I can’t take my chances, I have to get out of here.’
Pasquel continued with his walking route & arrived at the supermarket with ease. The bright fluorescent lights hid the fact that his fake mustache was glued on his face using facial glue. The skies became engulfed in dark grey clouds & now drops of water showered the streets. He swiftly avoided the rainfall & ran back to the subway. At the right time the ‘Blue Line’ made it to the terminal as Pasquel paid for his ticket.
The inside of the train was packed, full of businessmen, construction workers & private school students, all coming home after a day‘s toil. Like any other packed train, it smells of teen perfume, half eaten lunches & cigarette smoke, the typical subway fare.
Just as Pasquel made himself comfortable & sat in a vacant seat, he caught the sight of a mother with her infant child. He patted her back & offered the tired looking woman the seat, which she thankfully accepted.
The subway lights shut down, the only illumination came from the oncoming tunnel lights which gave the compartment a strobe effect. Pasquel wasn’t a man to get easily distraught by strobe lighting, but then he heard a faint ringing in his ear which began to grow louder & louder.
“I got you now, Pasquel!” Shouted a man wearing a black ski mask as he rushed toward him with a knife.
Pasquel dropped his bag of groceries & lifted his bare hands to grab the small knife that came towards him.
The blade slashed across his forehead & a burst of blood blinded his right eye. Pasquel then lifted his fist to sucker punch the man’s nose.
“Gyah! Mah nose!!” cried the man in the ski-mask.
The crowd inside ran to the compartment nearby, afraid of what else this masked assailant might do. Suddenly, the masked man grabbed a young girl’s arm & pointed a small pistol to her neck.
“So, you must be one of Salomon’s hired goons.” said Pasquel as blood soaked his face. “I pictured someone taller.”
“Give yourself up ‘Pasquel’ & I’ll let the girl go. Just give yourself up.” the masked man readied his gun.
“Look, I’ll give myself up, just…” with his hands raised over his head, he summoned a small cartridge from his coat sleeve, then quickly aims the small black cartridge at the masked man. A sharp, pencil sized steel blade shoots out from the cartridge & penetrates the masked man’s shoulder. As the chain reaction unfolds, the masked man accidentally pulls the trigger of his small pistol.
The subway brakes on it’s designated spot, the masked man ran out of the compartment doors just as they opened with the trademarked ring. Pasquel rushed to aid the girl who lay on the floor, soaked in her own blood with eyes wide.
“Don’t worry honey, you‘re going to be alright.” said Pasquel as he unwrapped the scarf on him & placed it on the gushing wound. “Someone call an ambulance!!”
A tall & thin Indian man came to Pasquel’s aid with a thin tablet at hand.
“Put pressure on the wound.” instructed Pasquel to the young girl’s friend as he rose from the ground & pulled out a silver pistol.
Pasquel rose up from the blood soaked floor & ran out into the terminal where he can clearly see the masked man’s blood trail.
As he ran out of the train, he felt a sudden slap of blurred vision & diziness.
‘Can’t see anything clear, balance tipping & this headache is killing me. Fix the picture, turn the bunny ears, adjust the coaxial, anything. That guy must’ve dipped his blade in something.’
He stumbled up the stairs & nearly fell onto a person’s shoulder’s, that was until he spotted the masked man inside a phone booth with the telephone at hand.
“He’s in the subway. Get him while the juice kicks in!” he removed his ski-mask & pushed the sweat to his red hair.
Pasquel aimed his gun at the man in the phone booth & fired one shot. The red haired man quickly jumps out of the booth & begins to return fire; Pasquel leaps into the cover of a vending machine.
He could now open his eyes, though saw nothing but a red trail running down to his field of vision. People ran & screamed for their life, Pasquel tilted his head to see the red haired man running up the stairs & pushing people off his way. He went after him, though his legs started to feel like jello & his arms shook as if he were in negative temperatures.
‘What’s wrong with me?!!’
He steps out of the Subway terminal & stepped into the crowded sunny streets. The buildings began to twist & bend as if they were made of rubber. Civilian faces started to morph and bend into strange and frightening creatures. Noses twisting, eyes melting, skin bubbling, throats opening, tentacles wobbling, scales emerging & colors changing.
‘What the…What the…What the…. What the… What the….’
As Pasquel decided to run down the neon painted sidewalk, he was then surrounded by strange crocodile creatures in swat uniforms who were armed with electric rods.
Two of the four crocodile beings began to shout at him through the microphone inside his helmet “Get on the ground, now!!!”
These crocodile beings began to hiss as white sticky liquid gushed from their sharp mouths.
Pasquel ,who was scared out of his mind, followed the creatures’ orders. He dropped the pistol, raised his arms to the back of his neck & kneeled to the ground. The crocodile creatures began to poke their electric rods at Pasquel, harshly electrifying his shoulder & sides. They paused & laughed as, once again, the white liquid gushed out of their mouths. Pasquel grabbed a nearby glass bottle & smashed the sharp end onto a crocodile’s face.
“Auuuughhhh!! My eyes!!” cried one of the Crocodiles as a bright squib of rainbow blood squirted from it’s eye sockets.
****
A crowd of passer bys began to stop & crowd around the action as they watched men in SWAT attire poke their electric rods at the hallucinating Pasquel.
“What’s going on here?” asked a man in a flannel business coat.
“It’s just some coked up guy loosing it, nothing to worry about, it‘s being handled. Move along citizen.”
Afraid of the presence of the small sub machine gun strapped to their vests, the man in the flannel coat left as well as the other pedestrians.
The soldiers then switched their electric rods off to use as stainless steel batons.
“Don’t beat him too hard, Salomon wants him alive!” called a blonde soldier.
Bruised & put to a bloodied straightjacket, Pasquel wakes up in a dimly lit room where the walls are surrounded in used mattress beds, the lighting is apple green & the windows are covered in thick newspaper. In front of him was a pristine flat-screened television hung high, nearly touching the ceiling. The flat-screen turned on & illuminated, showing the bright green words ‘Video. 2’ on the top left corner of the screen. Then played a collage of footage that had been taken from various commercials, movies & television shows to create a clearly coherent message.
“Pa-sssss-Kel. You are-not-to-stay-in-FREE CITY-ever-again. Resistance is- USELESS!!!! You will-be-back-at-The Colony- in no time. You-have-damaged my-reputation-one last time. You will pay for your missdeeds-Pa-ssss-Kel.”
Pasquel was clearly sober, but he sure wished he was still ‘tripping’ so that his situation could be nothing but a bad hallucinogenic dream.
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