A Jebus Black Mini-Series
-He Came Tumbling Over-
Among the fallen debris of the torture room stands a man in a white leisure suit, taking small puffs off his cigar. He stood above the broken slabs of concrete, examining what was in front of him.
“Ya mean at tell me that Paskie has be taken & you worthless pieces of tiremark smudge couldn’t stop him?” shouted Salomon. “Y’all are some retard soldiers to let that hippie commie out of y’ur sight!”
“Well, I can explain..” replied the C.L Frost, the blonde guard.
“I don’t want you to explain!! I want you to grab that mangy Pasquel!!!!” he grabbed the man by the shoulder. “Also, there’s a mole in our midst, I want you to grab that son of a bitch who’s been taking our connections & locations.” said Salomon as he continued to puff his cigar.
“Yes sir.” replied Frost & walked away.
Salomon examined the rubble which he then noticed fragments of the imploded grenade. Along with that he saw Merkel’s body, half his face was burned by the blast and the bottom half of his torso & face was torn off. The body began to twitch & move, causing the half deceased Merkel to speak, though the excess blood in his throat only let him make gurgling noises.
Salomon, surprised that Merkel was still alive, pulled out his silenced pistol with a golden handle & pointed it to Merkel‘s head.
“When the time all turns dark, you’ll see distant light from the lord in front of you, luring you to a place beyond peace & consciousness. Behind you will be a blazing fire full of endless pain. Whichever path is chosen will be up to you. I know you’ll choose the right one, my boy.”
The trigger is pulled.
Back in Agatha’s hideout, both Pasquel & Agatha laid in bed together, sweating & covered in thin silk sheets.
“If I’d known you would do this, I would have prepared a lot sooner.”
“Oh don‘t feel bad, It felt good. The scars on your back look like angel wings. It‘s cute.”
“That’s a first.” replied Pasquel. “Then again it’s not everyday someone asks for this type of…interaction.”
“There’s something I want to show you Pasquel.” said Agatha as she rose from the bed without clothing & stood in front of him.
Agatha grabbed a makeup sponge which sat on the chifferobe among a mess of makeup bottles & began rubbing it roughly on her face. She began to wipe away the thick layer of makeup. She also tore pieces of wax that were molded into parts of her face. Every single inch of her pale face was removed of the special makeup she had worn day in & day out. Her face & nude body was now in it’s natural melon tone, but decorated with scars, bruises & cigarette burns.
“This is the real me, Pasquel.” she said as the orange street lights outside illuminated her face. “You’re the first to see me like this. I hope I don’t frighten you.”
“The fool that provokes a woman has made himself another evil angel, and a new hell to which all other torments are but mere pastime.”
“Beaumont & Fletcher, I presume.”
“I’ve memorized that line since I was a kid.” Pasquel examined Agatha’s bruised & beaten body down and up.
*Blue, Green, Yellow*
-Blue: The Colony-
Pasquel stood in the small living room surrounded by a broken piano & messy wood floors. His mother laid before him with trails of her intestines trailing out in all directions like the legs of a daddy long legs spider.
‘God did this for a reason. God did this for a reason.’ He thought every time his dead mother came to mind. ‘God does this for a reason. He’s testing my faith, he’s a smart man. He tests all our faiths & he expects our committed devotion to stay committed. God did it to teach me.’
“So I told the pup his pop killed she-self, just sat there and took it. Man ‘o‘ man she was fine with those tits for breast feedin! Her giving birth to that fat scamp helped alot.” said the head Sheriff of the colony. “Just the way you expected.”
Salomon puffed his cigarillo and blew some rings into the ceiling. “It all worked out well, just as I suspected. We on easy street!”
Pasquel stood behind the walls as he heard their gurgled laughs.
“I’m glad that bitch died. A scabbin’ bitch who couldn’t keep her mouth shut or secrets hidden! She was close to spreadin’ word about our funds. Looks like we got ourselves a focused stream of good coming our way. They’re no way in a flea’s ass that twerp is gonna know about any of this. ”
The two gurgling men laughed and laughed as emotionless Pasquel stood there with tears running down his acne ridden face.
The funeral was nothing but a 20 minute break, then afterwards Pasquel was escorted back to work in the corn fields. No tears were shed in that moment of time.
“Hey Pasquel?” said Agatha in her short and near obese state.
“God didn‘t do this for me.”
“Well, of course he did. He did it to test y’ur faith.” replied Agatha.
He then grabed his rake and tosses it towards the thin windows of the old tool shed. “That’s what everyone says!! Everyone says god done did this to test my faith, but they don’t say why!!! Is he up in the clouds, smoking rings and ordering someone to kill mom!!!” he slowly approaches Agatha and whispers. “God wouldn’t let me suffer if he was here.”
Agatha stood there, breathless as she absorbed Pasquel’s blasphemous words. Two men in cowboy attire took hold of Pasquel’s arms & escorted him away.
-Green Month-
Pasquel stood in the center of the dirt plaza, on top of a wood carton, praising the idea of independence in his own words.
“If there’s a god here, why would he put one man in charge of all of us when we could take care of ourselves?” Pasquel spoke with much enthusiasm & volume, but the passerby’s didn’t hesitate to stop. “Why can‘t we leave here? Why are these acres of land purified by the lord & not the rest of the world? Why do we serve Salomon Brooks when he’s not god? Why do we toil, break our backs, grow boils in our fingers & splinter our skin while Salomon relaxes in his Mac Mansion? Do you trust Salomon’s name than God’s? If god was real, he‘d be pretty pissed off at you, and you, the gov-ment and the world!!!”
Two men in different colored golf shirts grabbed Pasquel’s arms & took him away.
“People of the colony!! You mustn’t be afraid to question the rules & ethics of this botched community we live in!! Think for yourselves!!!!” Pasquel then turned to talk to the two escorts. “Men, listen to the truth of my words, not the truth of your orders. Be confident about yourselves, say no when he asks you to bend over and take in!!!”
Inside the jail cell, Pasquel sat there on a stained cot as he watched Salomon’s men going about their business.
“Boys’ll be boys.” said a bearded man as he unlocked the door of the cell. “Yer free to go, but listen here bub. Ya better watch what ya say, ya better watch what ya feel. We gonna get you again & next time ya won‘t be breathing. Run home now.”
Pasquel stepped out of the jail cell with a ring of keys hidden inside his sleeves.
“Ya got the keys!” said the Milk Man with excitement. “Ah yes!! I knew you’d do it!!”
“It was a hassle trying to get it. I had to stick my fingers down my throat to really get they attention.” replied Pasquel as he was sitting on the roof of the abandoned Ford truck. All the young resistance fighters cheered & clapped. Among the crowd stood Agatha with a serious look on her face, the kind of look that clearly showed that she did not agree with everyone.
“Agatha.” called Pasquel as he placed his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just….Nothing.”
“Hey, be glad. I got us the keys & from here on out it’ll be easy street. We’re gonna destroy Salomon’s tyranny & we gunna be free. Be free!!”
Agatha gave a small smile, the kind that people use to hide their sadness.
“Pasquel. I can’t join you. I can’t let you take my hand. I can’t.”
“Don’t be afraid Agatha. It’s alright to be scared. I’m a little scared too, but it’ll be alright. It happens to everyone, everyone’s scared of marriage once ‘n’ a while. We’ll be happy in the free city, away from the colony. We‘d own a home & live together & have kids ‘n‘…”
“And that’s why….I can’t!” Agartha pulled her arm away from Pasquel’s grasp & left him.
“They’re gunna plan to steal some tapes off the jailhouse ‘n’ make copies for everyone can see ‘em.” said Agatha as both she and Salomon stood under the outdoor lamp. “They’re also planning to make copies of your classifieds all from the experiments to receipts.”
“Deal’s a deal. Julius!!” called out Salomon to the man standing behind a cargo truck. “Take the girl to the storage depot, looks like you ‘n’ yer ma won’t go hungry tonight. And Agatha, have you given thought on which one of the Colony men you decided to accept as your wedded lover?”
“Yes.” replied Agatha emotionless as she followed the man with the keys.
“How are we gonna deal with those ratchet little scabs?” asked one of Salomon’s henchmen.
“We wait for them like they prey. They make they move & we get ‘em in the process.”
(Three Days Later)
Pasquel is tied to a steel contraption in which his legs are tied together, his arms tied to a cross & his bareback fully exposed.
“The tapes Pasquel, where are they.” asked Salomon with a very thin strand of patience.
Pasquel did not answer, he waited for the next volts of electricity which would pain his body.
“Tell me!” Salomon’s thumb hovered above the red button of his remote control. “Tell me & I’ll stop.”
“And let the colony go on ‘n’ not know about yer expenses?! NEVER!!!”
Salomon slammed his palm onto the red button & watched as Pasquel’s teeth grinded & dripped blood.
“Man up, it doesn’t hurt that much. Now then, I’ll ask this again, where is the tape? I’ll make the question simpler. Where is the tape?”
Salomon’s eyes began to water. “Take your religion and shove it sideways!!!!!”
“Nah ah, those aren’t the magic word.” Salomon‘s thumb hovered above the red button. “You have ta help me or else you’ll be dead like yer pals.” Pasquel began to feel the tension as he saw the thumb nearly tap the red button. “Nah, I’ll lay off. Yer cooked skull is making me hungry. I better try later ‘n’ you betta tell me where da hell that tape is you poor excuse of a follower!!! Oh, while I‘m munching on mah chicken, I better give ya something to wrap your head ‘round, just so you won‘t get bored in this here room. Yo daddy, big man, long beard. He killed yo ma. I hired him. Oh ho ho he ain‘t got no hassle to come back to the community to kill you. He ain‘t got no stress, he‘s a subordinate of the lord, I got ‘im under mah thumb. Take that into consideration.”
Pasquel’s consciousness started to wear thin. ‘I don’t think I can take anymore volts in me. I guess this is it. Fuck, dad.’
A short man with a deformed face came into the room, holding a mop & speaking incomprehensible sentances. His mouth look like a torn hole on a face embellished with small teeth & his eyes seemed shoved deep into the sockets.
“No new metaphor. No new metaphor.” said the disfigured little man. “All in all, specks of dust in a lexicon.”
Pasquel did not understand what the strange man was saying. “Little….Little man…….Please…help.”
“Lexicon full of rubix cubes.”
“…Help….”
“Comic relief, replenished. Season went to short, no more laughs. Shattered displays, boost in books. Politics & Religion, hand with sword. Someone was cut.”
“GET ME OFF THIS THING!!!!!” Pasquel used up every last bit of his strength.
“Messiah crucified? Why adapt it pin by numbers? Break tradition, become trendsetter, not follow. The last of the kind.” The deformed man’s brittle fingers removed the leather which held Pasquel up to the contraption & watched him fall to the checker patterned floor.
“Thank you. Thank you.” Pasquel said as he gasped for air.
“Trails, split in two. Detours with rocks & workers fixing stuff. Car crash, star crash, Johnny Cash, paper cash. Carving smut away. Bruised bodies, crimson angel will make it up to you. Crimson angel will give you….your first born……. CRIMSON ANGEL WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU…
-Yellow month: The free city-
“Pasquel!” called Dr.Spinelli while Pasquel was busy inspecting the crimson fishes in the bright aquarium box. “Pasquel, get over here before my patience wears thin.”
Pasquel walks to Spinelli on his desk.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“I got your grades in the mail here.” Spinelli’s voice became serious. “You’ve really done it this time.”
Pasquel’s small smile turned to a frown.
“You really did good. You see, all you needed was a tutor. Madam Bleech is going to get paid extra when she sees your grades.”
“Well, don’t oversell it. If you must tell, tell her to put on some chap stick beforehand. I swear, her lips feel like razorblades breaking the skin.”
“So, you gave any thought on what you want to major in?”
“I don’t know, an art degree, I might paint for a living.”
“Well you do have potential for art, I’ve seen the photographs you’ve done & they’re beyond beautiful. I can get you connections, there are people I know willing to take your works of art for a price. You know their type, they spend 20 million on a painting with a line on it. Just a line that could have been done by anyone & they spent 20 million on it. Freaking ridiculous.”
“Thank you.” Pasquel then placed his arms onto the desk. “What’s up this week?”
Spinelli slides the file across his desk. “He goes under the alias of ‘William Giler’, he’s an escapee from those Colonies I’ve been hearing about so much.”
Pasquel opened the folder to find a portrait picture of his own father, now with his beard shaved off, combed hair & wearing a scholar sports jacket.
“So I’m assuming you’ll have some free time after your studies to do this job?”
Pasquel thought about his job, continued to stare at the portrait & contents of the file. “I’ll be ready. Expect the results on the 11 o’ clock news.”
“Oh, and before you check your account, I have taken a few bucks if you don’t mind.”
Pasquel narrowed his eyes a little.
The clouds in the sky showered the streets of New York, giving the concrete roads a neat reflection. Pasquel stands across the fancy apartment with a leather jacket warming his torso & a fur hood above his head. He pulled out his cellphone cartridge, placed it onto his ear & walked to the front door of the golden chic hotel.
“Was talking to my babe, you know how it is.” said Pasquel with a smile. “Scared I’ll leave forever.”
“Heh, yeah son, I’ve been there before.” replied the doorman who opened the door.
While walking through the main hall, he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the nearby trashcan & placed the hotel napkin over his arm. The elevator was open & vacant, perfect.
-1 floor
2 floor
3 floor -
‘Bing! Room A.7 3rd Floor. Have a nice rest’ said the automated British voice on the elevator.
Pasquel jogged through the hallway to find Room A.7 with his grip on the empty wine bottle.
‘Knock knock’
“Who is it?” replied the voice inside.
“Room service, a bottled pint of Chianti at the manager‘s request & expense.” replied Pasquel in his facsimile accent of a young Scotsman. As the people inside talked, probably questioning the purpose of the ‘Free Chianti’. Pasquel prepared himself by reciting a prayer his mother whispered to him before bed, back when he was only four years old.
‘ottib, efil sseddog, dmow htiw desseld, em htiw eb rehtom yam.
Won mom ruoy ekil kool I od, gib dna kciht, braed ym werg I.’
The door opens, “Hello?” Said William Giler.
Pasquel lunges his knee towards the wood door, knocking the nicely trimmed man to the floor. A young woman in the kitchen began to yell as Pasquel repetitiously punched the man’s face.
“Fuck you dad!!!!!”
The brunette prostitute ran towards Pasquel with a small ice pick on her hands, yelling a strange war cry. Pasquel quickly pulled out his silenced pistol & fired three bullets into her chest.
“Found you dad.”
Pasquel’s dad laid on the waxed floor with a face covered in his own blood. Pasquel shoves the barrel of his pistol into one of his father’s nostrils. His anger continues to be fueled with vengeance.
“You left me to fend for myself, I had no one to defend me. I’ve been lynched, tortured & drugged by the colony while you were here, living it up. And moms is dead because of you!!!” Tears & snot ran down his face. “I’ve read your file you bastard!! You got a new wife, surely wasn’t that woman I shot. I’ll check her out once I take care of you. If mom was alive, she‘d tear your scalp off your rotted skull & hang it up the plaza so all can see. As of now, I disown you as my dad.”
Pasquel’s dad began to laugh, every second his laugh became louder & louder, but not loud enough for the other tenants to hear.
He pulled the trigger & watched a spray of blood stain the floors of the apartment room.
“It’s over.” He began to give an orgasmic laugh as he sat on the leather couch & turned on the curved flat screen television. Later that smile died off as he began to think of what he’d done. “Damn it. This didn’t last!!! Mom, why‘s not my happiness lasting. This is what I wanted. It‘s what you wanted!!” He grabbed a shot glass & threw it against the curved television. “I killed the horse Papa!!! I shot him just like you wanted!!! Man up, you became a man, now act like one, the horse deserved it!!!!”
Pasquel sat on top of the column of the front door of his former father’s home, watching his wife fix up their nightly meal & his children playing with wood toys.
“Did you really kill them?” asked Agatha.
“No, second thoughts stopped me when I watched them from the windows in their home. Sometimes you have to spare some lives before you’re labeled as a monster & such. There’s no use leading a rampage in primal anger.” Pasquel begins to stroke Agatha’s injured face as it laid on his chest.
“Please don’t touch the bruises.” said Agatha.
“It’s funny that we all look in our childhoods, thinking the endless happiness will last. I thought once I grew up that the good times will still flow. Do you think people still maintain a good & happy life after turning 14?”
“I don’t know Pasquel, that’s a philosophical question. I’m no good with philosophical questions.”
“Well then, here’s something you might answer. Didn’t you say that your police contacts opted out? How are we going to handle Salomon?” Pasquel took grasp of what he said & answered his own question. “You’re gonna hire some outside flaky kid to hack into the colony files, aren’t you?”
“You read me like a book Pasquel.” smiled Agatha. “But he won’t hack the Colony servers just by typing. I’ve got something in store….” Agatha was then interrupted by Pasquel who was worried.
“I’ve been reading you like a book since age 15. This is some risky stuff you want to pull. I read up on high tech security on an article from ‘Headline’ magazine. 80% chance that some armature hacker might get caught, traced & arrested by the cyber task force. They also would put a price on info which would lead them to us. It‘s not hard to change the mind of a teenage hacker with cash.”
“Pasquel, sooooo paranoid.” replied Agatha as she rose from her bed. “ I‘ll check for the best in the business. We’re in good hands. I have a plan, but our difficult task would be to find a scapegoat.”
Suddenly, Pasquel heard a noise outside.
“Did you hear that?”
“I didn‘t hear anything.”
I’m going to go check it out.”
“It’s probably a moose Pasquel, no one know about this hideout.”
Pasquel walks towards the window in the nude to see what is out there.
**************
Salomon sits in his quarters on the now vacant & empty lot of the colony, watching the night sky & puffing a new cigar.
“Boss?” said the blonde Frost standing tall & erect.
“At ease son“
“When are we gonna get paid? You see you told us we were gonna get paid to catch Pasquel. Then we caught Pasquel, so we kept our end of the bargain.”
“Is Pasquel with us?” asked Salomon.
“No, but…”
“Then you don’t get paid squat! Simple, you meathead! Until I see him tied up, gagged & in a straight jacket! Yer not getting cash yet!”
“Sir!” called soldier CL. Frost, the soldier with the acne. “We got hacked! It‘s distrupted all our servers. It‘s not letting us do anything. Look, it‘s buffering a video. Pull out the projector so the boss can see it!”
The remaining soldiers hook up the militant laptop to a projector .
“Play the damn vidya!!” commanded Salomon.
[Buffering 79% 85% 100%] On came a grim face covered in wrinkles & pores under a badly lit room. “I’ve a business proposition for all of you. Money is not my reward.” The video cuts to a security camera feed of Pasquel tied to a chair in thick rope. “I demand a small chunk of what is left of your colony for me to rule for my people who wish to immigrate to America. Also, I would like to borrow what’s left of your paid mercenary group to free some of my brethren from a prison in Istanbul.”
“More work? This clown, I say we double cross him.” replied CL Frost.
“Does that sound like a deal? I know you want him alive so I assume you will not back out of this exclusive offer. You have until 31 days & after that I will be willing to sell him to the highest bidder in the black market and that will be the last you will see of him. My name is Caleb Le Croix.”
The video disappeared in a blink & the screen when back to it’s desktop setting.
“Where‘d the hack come from?” asked Salomon.
“I don’t know, all we have his email address.” replied CL.Frost.
“Well then message him back, tell him to meet us a week from today at the Yonkers Cemetery. Tell him I accept his deal. We’re gonna short change his Euro ass & it will be then that I will git Pasquel on my grip ‘n‘ beat the livin daylights out of that unwanted sperm cell!!!”
Le Croix smiles as the email opens.
There was a slight chance of rainfall tonight in parts of New York, heavy drizzle & a minor chance of snowfall. That’s what all the local news meteorologists said. Regardless of what the weather might bring, Salomon feels he has the strength to fight anyone despite wearing his purple leisure suit & golden chains.
“Assume your p‘sissions men. That Euro trash will be here any second.” called Salomon as he stood on the steps of the marble morgue. The few remaining mercenaries ran around the cemetery & took cover behind tombstones with their silenced scoped rifles.
Rain began to fall & in the distance came a man in a white plastic poncho holding a chain linked leash connected to a collar worn by Pasquel.
“My god, it is Pasquel. Hold your fire.” said Salomon into the small microphone on his collar. “Ahh, you must be Mr. Le Croix.”
Mr. Le Croix shook hands with Salomon. “I am Sir Le Croix & I prefer to be called with the title ‘Sir’, thank you.”
“This must be Pasquel. Hah hah hah! ‘Member me son?” Salomon asked with a fiendish smile, exposing his replacement silver teeth.
“He can’t hear you., blood rushed to his ears from the beatings. He‘s a biter. A savage!”
Salomon could see the brown dry blood that trailed off his ears. He placed his hand on Pasquel’s chin to check his cheeks & eyes.
“You’re really something, my men are bumbling fools. They let this one go, what a joke but you, you did it yourself or..?”
“Yes.”
“May I check his fangs?”
“Go ahead.”
Salomon then ran his hands onto Pasquel’s mouth, “Open wide.”
Le Croix tapped Pasquel’s head, he opened his mouth & let Salomon’s fingers run down his teeth.
Quickly, he closed his mouth & bit off Salomon’s fingers. He tore through the bone & snapped a chunk of bone off him. The straight jacket snapped off it’s metal locks as he rose his hands. He then continued by pulling out his carver’s blade from inside his cotton pants & stabs Salomon in the crotch, shoving the sharp blade up in between his testicles & lifted the blade up to his chest.
Sir Le Croix reached into his poncho, then tossed a few smoke canisters & ran to the safety of the marble morgue. The four soldiers fired indiscriminately at the cloud of smoke, hoping to get LeCriox or Pasquel.
Salomon kneeled to the floor, crying in pain & pushing his hands into the incision below his beer belly.
Pasquel & Le Croix locked the door of the morgue & stood away from the windows. Agatha tore her ‘Le Croix’ mask off her face, yanked out the voice modulating collar & readied her sub machine gun uzi.
“Status report Agatha.” asked Pasquel as he tore the long sleeves off the straight jacket.
“For all I know, Salomon’s dead. You shoved that thing in real good. There are three guys left out there, once the smoke clears out we do our run ‘n’ gun, alright? Well in your case, stab ’n’ run.”
CL. Frost crawled under the layers of green smoke & came across the dead body of his friend, “God damnit Carlo!!! You shot one of our own!!”
“I was trying to get them two!” replied Carlo, the blonde haired soldier.
Pasquel gave Agatha a kiss, “Alright, let’s do it.”
“For freedom of the remaining colonies.” asked Agatha
“For the freedom of the remaining colonies.” replied Pasquel as he is handed his satchel of weapons.
The cemetery was silent, but the soldier’s channel for communication was loud and clear.
“Frost here. Do you see Le Croix or the bounty anywhere?”
“Nah.” replied Carlo into his microphone. “I ain’t seen ‘em. Ey, Sergio. You seen ‘em?”
“Negati… WAIT!! I got someone on my scopes. Looks like a woman. Hell, a cute one at that!”
“Cute woman?” questioned Frost.
“Oh she’s coming onto me. Looks like I’m gonna get me some swee… ‘BRRAAPP!!! BRAAAP!’ AAAHHHH!!!!”
The rapid fire could be heard from a distance.
“Sergio!! Sergio!!!! Damn it, ready yourself Blondie, looks like LeCroix has backup of his own. Shoot to kill. Shoot to kill. Don‘t let the good looks distract you.”
Frost walked through the isles of tombstones that collected the falling rain. Every inch of sound was audible, from the steps he took on the fallen dry leaves to the drops of rain which hit the mud ground. His breath was visible, the degrees fell shorter by the minute & suddenly he noticed his hands shaking, as well as his legs & head.
“The sarge man, he told me. He told me I can’t keep up with this, walking it off like a champ man. Need my fix.” said Frost. He opened a small pocket from his vest & pulled out a small syringe & a vile full of orange serum with the white label ‘V-4 Sortenika’, adrenaline shots. Crouched behind a tree he stuck the needle into the vial & pulled in half the contents of the vile. Next, he continued to lift his uniform sleeve which showed previous holes that decorated his arm. Before he could stick his arm onto the clear space he heard a whizzing sound, but paid little attention to it.
Carlo crawled around the marble morgue, crawling through the leaves & mud to become one with the ground. It reminds him of the time he was in Cambodia, hiding in mud & avoiding detection from the ‘Sprigs’ as the village rebels were called by the military.
Suddenly, he sees a silhouette, standing beside a white van he & his men came in.
‘He’s not marked by a flashing strobe. It must be the bounty.’ Carlo whispered & pulled the trigger of his scoped rifle. He saw the silhouette drop to the ground as his blood splashed on the white van. He rose from the ground & ran towards the white van.
‘I got him, I got him!! I….What the..?’
Frost was sitting beside the tree & watched every object in his vision covered in blinking white sprites, almost as if he was seeing everything on a broken digital screen.
“Heee heeehhheeeee devilsmanagedtodecoratethisplace.” said Frost as the drugs had taken effect. “ThegoodolddaysarebacknowletspillageandrapetheseSprigbitches.”
He heard the whizzing sound once again, & that was the last thing he heard. The tiny white sprites which decorated everything suddenly rose and dispersed, then cut to black.
Carlo came across the dead body of Frost with half his head missing.
“GOD, FUCK, SHIT!!!” shouted Frost in disgust.
As much as he wanted to cry & scream, but didn’t, he looked around to see what got Frost. He then heard a strange whizzing sound in the distance, it was not a plane, nor was it a motorcycle. The sound became louder & louder, then he saw a small light become brighter by the second. A razor sharp Frisbee sliced Carlo’s arm, the same arm which held his rifle.
“AHHHHHH!!!! HELP ME!!!!” he cried.
Pasquel walked towards the frightened, praying man who kneeled in agony, trying desperately to stop blood from gushing off his bloody arm nub.
“PLEASE, HELP ME!!!”
Pasquel, holding the spinning Frisbee to his face replied, “No. You’re going to meet all those innocents you’ve killed for your pleasure. I may not be religious anymore, but I do know that you’re going to a place where the pain doesn’t end & the suffering has not yet begun. Say hi to my father for me.”
And his head fell to the pavement & rolled down the small grass hill, eventually halting in a puddle of mud.
“Ready the evidence!” called Agatha with her headphones plugged into a small handheld scanner. “An APB has been called, looks like we‘ve woken someone up.”
Pasquel sprinted towards the hybrid with it’s windows half smashed. He opened the trunk to find a drugged Texie.
“Did you hear that?” asked Pasquel.
“I didn‘t hear anything.” replied Agatha.
“I’m going to go check it out.”
“It’s probably a moose, Pasquel. No one knows about this hideout”
“Oh no!”
Pasquel hid behind the window curtains & watched Texie slam her baseball bat onto Agatha’s Hybrid.
“Shit, it’s her. How did she find me?”
“Who’s that?” she asked.
“It’s just a girl, who I had a one time thing with. Should’ve replied to her calls. Agatha, I’m sorry, I will pay for the car, this is all my fault.””
“ It’s her. The mole!” said Agatha as she got a clear view of Texie’s face.
“What are you going to do Agatha?” asked Pasquel in a bit of confusion.
Agatha was readying her pistol sedative, twisting the vial into the handle & attaching the needle to the barrel. “Salomon paid her to track you not too long ago.”
Pasquel didn’t believe a word she said, that was until he spotted the same Jeep he saw days earlier. “That jeep, I saw it the day I was caught by Salomon’s troops.
“….A bizarre bloodbath at a Yonkers Cemetery earlier this morning. Famous television parishioner Salomon Brooks found dead at the scene as well as four ex American heroes from the ‘Lethal Aqua’ team…. Also the body of ‘Texela Marrow’ ,who may have been a bystander during the bloodbath, was found at the scene under the influence…. It is believed that she killed Salomon & the soldiers…”
-The New York Guardian, Vol. 21, March, 2019-
Two Weeks Later.
“Wow Pasquel, look at you!” said Agatha as she saw Pasquel without the scar on his forehead, his hair was combed backwards & it‘s obvious that he got himself a pricy suit.
“I found myself a loophole in the contract, I got myself a haircut & now I’m finally getting paid what I deserve. So, how‘s it going being blonde so far?” he asked.
“I‘ve yet to experience that ‘dumb blonde moment‘ Ive been hearing about. Here‘s some advice Paskie, don‘t spend your check all in one place.” replied Agatha.
“I won’t. But I say I should splurge myself a little once in a while. Maybe on a new house. The market’s been in an boom recently, maybe I can make a down payment on one of those hillside homes, the Frank Wright kind.”
The speakers ,which hung above an old fashioned clock, began to ring it’s trademark tune, followed by a message. “4:55pm, Now boarding, blue line, North Dakota, now boarding.”
“I’m going to stay at a friends’ house in Pamona, California. You know, just in case.” said Agatha as she held her suitcase.
“I understand. With all this boom in technology, you can never be too safe.” Pasquel then raised his arms & wrapped them around Agatha’s waist. “You’ll call or write to me. I’ll be waiting.”
“If you need my help with anything that doesn‘t require contacts, you know where to call me.” She kissed Pasquel’s forehead. “Also here.” she grabbed a gift wrapped package from her purse & handed it to him. “Open it when I’m gone. Goodbye.”
“We will meet again in a year.”
“Or earlier. You never know.”
Pasquel wrapped his hands around Agatha & gave a long kiss goodbye.
As she left, Pasquel stood on the edge of the sidewalk & hailed for a cab.
“Where to buddy?” called the cabbie from inside.
“Take me home.” replied Pasquel & sat on the passenger seat with his head leaning to the window on the left of him.
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-He Came Tumbling Over-
Among the fallen debris of the torture room stands a man in a white leisure suit, taking small puffs off his cigar. He stood above the broken slabs of concrete, examining what was in front of him.
“Ya mean at tell me that Paskie has be taken & you worthless pieces of tiremark smudge couldn’t stop him?” shouted Salomon. “Y’all are some retard soldiers to let that hippie commie out of y’ur sight!”
“Well, I can explain..” replied the C.L Frost, the blonde guard.
“I don’t want you to explain!! I want you to grab that mangy Pasquel!!!!” he grabbed the man by the shoulder. “Also, there’s a mole in our midst, I want you to grab that son of a bitch who’s been taking our connections & locations.” said Salomon as he continued to puff his cigar.
“Yes sir.” replied Frost & walked away.
Salomon examined the rubble which he then noticed fragments of the imploded grenade. Along with that he saw Merkel’s body, half his face was burned by the blast and the bottom half of his torso & face was torn off. The body began to twitch & move, causing the half deceased Merkel to speak, though the excess blood in his throat only let him make gurgling noises.
Salomon, surprised that Merkel was still alive, pulled out his silenced pistol with a golden handle & pointed it to Merkel‘s head.
“When the time all turns dark, you’ll see distant light from the lord in front of you, luring you to a place beyond peace & consciousness. Behind you will be a blazing fire full of endless pain. Whichever path is chosen will be up to you. I know you’ll choose the right one, my boy.”
The trigger is pulled.
Back in Agatha’s hideout, both Pasquel & Agatha laid in bed together, sweating & covered in thin silk sheets.
“If I’d known you would do this, I would have prepared a lot sooner.”
“Oh don‘t feel bad, It felt good. The scars on your back look like angel wings. It‘s cute.”
“That’s a first.” replied Pasquel. “Then again it’s not everyday someone asks for this type of…interaction.”
“There’s something I want to show you Pasquel.” said Agatha as she rose from the bed without clothing & stood in front of him.
Agatha grabbed a makeup sponge which sat on the chifferobe among a mess of makeup bottles & began rubbing it roughly on her face. She began to wipe away the thick layer of makeup. She also tore pieces of wax that were molded into parts of her face. Every single inch of her pale face was removed of the special makeup she had worn day in & day out. Her face & nude body was now in it’s natural melon tone, but decorated with scars, bruises & cigarette burns.
“This is the real me, Pasquel.” she said as the orange street lights outside illuminated her face. “You’re the first to see me like this. I hope I don’t frighten you.”
“The fool that provokes a woman has made himself another evil angel, and a new hell to which all other torments are but mere pastime.”
“Beaumont & Fletcher, I presume.”
“I’ve memorized that line since I was a kid.” Pasquel examined Agatha’s bruised & beaten body down and up.
*Blue, Green, Yellow*
-Blue: The Colony-
Pasquel stood in the small living room surrounded by a broken piano & messy wood floors. His mother laid before him with trails of her intestines trailing out in all directions like the legs of a daddy long legs spider.
‘God did this for a reason. God did this for a reason.’ He thought every time his dead mother came to mind. ‘God does this for a reason. He’s testing my faith, he’s a smart man. He tests all our faiths & he expects our committed devotion to stay committed. God did it to teach me.’
“So I told the pup his pop killed she-self, just sat there and took it. Man ‘o‘ man she was fine with those tits for breast feedin! Her giving birth to that fat scamp helped alot.” said the head Sheriff of the colony. “Just the way you expected.”
Salomon puffed his cigarillo and blew some rings into the ceiling. “It all worked out well, just as I suspected. We on easy street!”
Pasquel stood behind the walls as he heard their gurgled laughs.
“I’m glad that bitch died. A scabbin’ bitch who couldn’t keep her mouth shut or secrets hidden! She was close to spreadin’ word about our funds. Looks like we got ourselves a focused stream of good coming our way. They’re no way in a flea’s ass that twerp is gonna know about any of this. ”
The two gurgling men laughed and laughed as emotionless Pasquel stood there with tears running down his acne ridden face.
The funeral was nothing but a 20 minute break, then afterwards Pasquel was escorted back to work in the corn fields. No tears were shed in that moment of time.
“Hey Pasquel?” said Agatha in her short and near obese state.
“God didn‘t do this for me.”
“Well, of course he did. He did it to test y’ur faith.” replied Agatha.
He then grabed his rake and tosses it towards the thin windows of the old tool shed. “That’s what everyone says!! Everyone says god done did this to test my faith, but they don’t say why!!! Is he up in the clouds, smoking rings and ordering someone to kill mom!!!” he slowly approaches Agatha and whispers. “God wouldn’t let me suffer if he was here.”
Agatha stood there, breathless as she absorbed Pasquel’s blasphemous words. Two men in cowboy attire took hold of Pasquel’s arms & escorted him away.
-Green Month-
Pasquel stood in the center of the dirt plaza, on top of a wood carton, praising the idea of independence in his own words.
“If there’s a god here, why would he put one man in charge of all of us when we could take care of ourselves?” Pasquel spoke with much enthusiasm & volume, but the passerby’s didn’t hesitate to stop. “Why can‘t we leave here? Why are these acres of land purified by the lord & not the rest of the world? Why do we serve Salomon Brooks when he’s not god? Why do we toil, break our backs, grow boils in our fingers & splinter our skin while Salomon relaxes in his Mac Mansion? Do you trust Salomon’s name than God’s? If god was real, he‘d be pretty pissed off at you, and you, the gov-ment and the world!!!”
Two men in different colored golf shirts grabbed Pasquel’s arms & took him away.
“People of the colony!! You mustn’t be afraid to question the rules & ethics of this botched community we live in!! Think for yourselves!!!!” Pasquel then turned to talk to the two escorts. “Men, listen to the truth of my words, not the truth of your orders. Be confident about yourselves, say no when he asks you to bend over and take in!!!”
Inside the jail cell, Pasquel sat there on a stained cot as he watched Salomon’s men going about their business.
“Boys’ll be boys.” said a bearded man as he unlocked the door of the cell. “Yer free to go, but listen here bub. Ya better watch what ya say, ya better watch what ya feel. We gonna get you again & next time ya won‘t be breathing. Run home now.”
Pasquel stepped out of the jail cell with a ring of keys hidden inside his sleeves.
“Ya got the keys!” said the Milk Man with excitement. “Ah yes!! I knew you’d do it!!”
“It was a hassle trying to get it. I had to stick my fingers down my throat to really get they attention.” replied Pasquel as he was sitting on the roof of the abandoned Ford truck. All the young resistance fighters cheered & clapped. Among the crowd stood Agatha with a serious look on her face, the kind of look that clearly showed that she did not agree with everyone.
“Agatha.” called Pasquel as he placed his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just….Nothing.”
“Hey, be glad. I got us the keys & from here on out it’ll be easy street. We’re gonna destroy Salomon’s tyranny & we gunna be free. Be free!!”
Agatha gave a small smile, the kind that people use to hide their sadness.
“Pasquel. I can’t join you. I can’t let you take my hand. I can’t.”
“Don’t be afraid Agatha. It’s alright to be scared. I’m a little scared too, but it’ll be alright. It happens to everyone, everyone’s scared of marriage once ‘n’ a while. We’ll be happy in the free city, away from the colony. We‘d own a home & live together & have kids ‘n‘…”
“And that’s why….I can’t!” Agartha pulled her arm away from Pasquel’s grasp & left him.
“They’re gunna plan to steal some tapes off the jailhouse ‘n’ make copies for everyone can see ‘em.” said Agatha as both she and Salomon stood under the outdoor lamp. “They’re also planning to make copies of your classifieds all from the experiments to receipts.”
“Deal’s a deal. Julius!!” called out Salomon to the man standing behind a cargo truck. “Take the girl to the storage depot, looks like you ‘n’ yer ma won’t go hungry tonight. And Agatha, have you given thought on which one of the Colony men you decided to accept as your wedded lover?”
“Yes.” replied Agatha emotionless as she followed the man with the keys.
“How are we gonna deal with those ratchet little scabs?” asked one of Salomon’s henchmen.
“We wait for them like they prey. They make they move & we get ‘em in the process.”
(Three Days Later)
Pasquel is tied to a steel contraption in which his legs are tied together, his arms tied to a cross & his bareback fully exposed.
“The tapes Pasquel, where are they.” asked Salomon with a very thin strand of patience.
Pasquel did not answer, he waited for the next volts of electricity which would pain his body.
“Tell me!” Salomon’s thumb hovered above the red button of his remote control. “Tell me & I’ll stop.”
“And let the colony go on ‘n’ not know about yer expenses?! NEVER!!!”
Salomon slammed his palm onto the red button & watched as Pasquel’s teeth grinded & dripped blood.
“Man up, it doesn’t hurt that much. Now then, I’ll ask this again, where is the tape? I’ll make the question simpler. Where is the tape?”
Salomon’s eyes began to water. “Take your religion and shove it sideways!!!!!”
“Nah ah, those aren’t the magic word.” Salomon‘s thumb hovered above the red button. “You have ta help me or else you’ll be dead like yer pals.” Pasquel began to feel the tension as he saw the thumb nearly tap the red button. “Nah, I’ll lay off. Yer cooked skull is making me hungry. I better try later ‘n’ you betta tell me where da hell that tape is you poor excuse of a follower!!! Oh, while I‘m munching on mah chicken, I better give ya something to wrap your head ‘round, just so you won‘t get bored in this here room. Yo daddy, big man, long beard. He killed yo ma. I hired him. Oh ho ho he ain‘t got no hassle to come back to the community to kill you. He ain‘t got no stress, he‘s a subordinate of the lord, I got ‘im under mah thumb. Take that into consideration.”
Pasquel’s consciousness started to wear thin. ‘I don’t think I can take anymore volts in me. I guess this is it. Fuck, dad.’
A short man with a deformed face came into the room, holding a mop & speaking incomprehensible sentances. His mouth look like a torn hole on a face embellished with small teeth & his eyes seemed shoved deep into the sockets.
“No new metaphor. No new metaphor.” said the disfigured little man. “All in all, specks of dust in a lexicon.”
Pasquel did not understand what the strange man was saying. “Little….Little man…….Please…help.”
“Lexicon full of rubix cubes.”
“…Help….”
“Comic relief, replenished. Season went to short, no more laughs. Shattered displays, boost in books. Politics & Religion, hand with sword. Someone was cut.”
“GET ME OFF THIS THING!!!!!” Pasquel used up every last bit of his strength.
“Messiah crucified? Why adapt it pin by numbers? Break tradition, become trendsetter, not follow. The last of the kind.” The deformed man’s brittle fingers removed the leather which held Pasquel up to the contraption & watched him fall to the checker patterned floor.
“Thank you. Thank you.” Pasquel said as he gasped for air.
“Trails, split in two. Detours with rocks & workers fixing stuff. Car crash, star crash, Johnny Cash, paper cash. Carving smut away. Bruised bodies, crimson angel will make it up to you. Crimson angel will give you….your first born……. CRIMSON ANGEL WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU…
-Yellow month: The free city-
“Pasquel!” called Dr.Spinelli while Pasquel was busy inspecting the crimson fishes in the bright aquarium box. “Pasquel, get over here before my patience wears thin.”
Pasquel walks to Spinelli on his desk.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“I got your grades in the mail here.” Spinelli’s voice became serious. “You’ve really done it this time.”
Pasquel’s small smile turned to a frown.
“You really did good. You see, all you needed was a tutor. Madam Bleech is going to get paid extra when she sees your grades.”
“Well, don’t oversell it. If you must tell, tell her to put on some chap stick beforehand. I swear, her lips feel like razorblades breaking the skin.”
“So, you gave any thought on what you want to major in?”
“I don’t know, an art degree, I might paint for a living.”
“Well you do have potential for art, I’ve seen the photographs you’ve done & they’re beyond beautiful. I can get you connections, there are people I know willing to take your works of art for a price. You know their type, they spend 20 million on a painting with a line on it. Just a line that could have been done by anyone & they spent 20 million on it. Freaking ridiculous.”
“Thank you.” Pasquel then placed his arms onto the desk. “What’s up this week?”
Spinelli slides the file across his desk. “He goes under the alias of ‘William Giler’, he’s an escapee from those Colonies I’ve been hearing about so much.”
Pasquel opened the folder to find a portrait picture of his own father, now with his beard shaved off, combed hair & wearing a scholar sports jacket.
“So I’m assuming you’ll have some free time after your studies to do this job?”
Pasquel thought about his job, continued to stare at the portrait & contents of the file. “I’ll be ready. Expect the results on the 11 o’ clock news.”
“Oh, and before you check your account, I have taken a few bucks if you don’t mind.”
Pasquel narrowed his eyes a little.
The clouds in the sky showered the streets of New York, giving the concrete roads a neat reflection. Pasquel stands across the fancy apartment with a leather jacket warming his torso & a fur hood above his head. He pulled out his cellphone cartridge, placed it onto his ear & walked to the front door of the golden chic hotel.
“Was talking to my babe, you know how it is.” said Pasquel with a smile. “Scared I’ll leave forever.”
“Heh, yeah son, I’ve been there before.” replied the doorman who opened the door.
While walking through the main hall, he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the nearby trashcan & placed the hotel napkin over his arm. The elevator was open & vacant, perfect.
-1 floor
2 floor
3 floor -
‘Bing! Room A.7 3rd Floor. Have a nice rest’ said the automated British voice on the elevator.
Pasquel jogged through the hallway to find Room A.7 with his grip on the empty wine bottle.
‘Knock knock’
“Who is it?” replied the voice inside.
“Room service, a bottled pint of Chianti at the manager‘s request & expense.” replied Pasquel in his facsimile accent of a young Scotsman. As the people inside talked, probably questioning the purpose of the ‘Free Chianti’. Pasquel prepared himself by reciting a prayer his mother whispered to him before bed, back when he was only four years old.
‘ottib, efil sseddog, dmow htiw desseld, em htiw eb rehtom yam.
Won mom ruoy ekil kool I od, gib dna kciht, braed ym werg I.’
The door opens, “Hello?” Said William Giler.
Pasquel lunges his knee towards the wood door, knocking the nicely trimmed man to the floor. A young woman in the kitchen began to yell as Pasquel repetitiously punched the man’s face.
“Fuck you dad!!!!!”
The brunette prostitute ran towards Pasquel with a small ice pick on her hands, yelling a strange war cry. Pasquel quickly pulled out his silenced pistol & fired three bullets into her chest.
“Found you dad.”
Pasquel’s dad laid on the waxed floor with a face covered in his own blood. Pasquel shoves the barrel of his pistol into one of his father’s nostrils. His anger continues to be fueled with vengeance.
“You left me to fend for myself, I had no one to defend me. I’ve been lynched, tortured & drugged by the colony while you were here, living it up. And moms is dead because of you!!!” Tears & snot ran down his face. “I’ve read your file you bastard!! You got a new wife, surely wasn’t that woman I shot. I’ll check her out once I take care of you. If mom was alive, she‘d tear your scalp off your rotted skull & hang it up the plaza so all can see. As of now, I disown you as my dad.”
Pasquel’s dad began to laugh, every second his laugh became louder & louder, but not loud enough for the other tenants to hear.
He pulled the trigger & watched a spray of blood stain the floors of the apartment room.
“It’s over.” He began to give an orgasmic laugh as he sat on the leather couch & turned on the curved flat screen television. Later that smile died off as he began to think of what he’d done. “Damn it. This didn’t last!!! Mom, why‘s not my happiness lasting. This is what I wanted. It‘s what you wanted!!” He grabbed a shot glass & threw it against the curved television. “I killed the horse Papa!!! I shot him just like you wanted!!! Man up, you became a man, now act like one, the horse deserved it!!!!”
Pasquel sat on top of the column of the front door of his former father’s home, watching his wife fix up their nightly meal & his children playing with wood toys.
“Did you really kill them?” asked Agatha.
“No, second thoughts stopped me when I watched them from the windows in their home. Sometimes you have to spare some lives before you’re labeled as a monster & such. There’s no use leading a rampage in primal anger.” Pasquel begins to stroke Agatha’s injured face as it laid on his chest.
“Please don’t touch the bruises.” said Agatha.
“It’s funny that we all look in our childhoods, thinking the endless happiness will last. I thought once I grew up that the good times will still flow. Do you think people still maintain a good & happy life after turning 14?”
“I don’t know Pasquel, that’s a philosophical question. I’m no good with philosophical questions.”
“Well then, here’s something you might answer. Didn’t you say that your police contacts opted out? How are we going to handle Salomon?” Pasquel took grasp of what he said & answered his own question. “You’re gonna hire some outside flaky kid to hack into the colony files, aren’t you?”
“You read me like a book Pasquel.” smiled Agatha. “But he won’t hack the Colony servers just by typing. I’ve got something in store….” Agatha was then interrupted by Pasquel who was worried.
“I’ve been reading you like a book since age 15. This is some risky stuff you want to pull. I read up on high tech security on an article from ‘Headline’ magazine. 80% chance that some armature hacker might get caught, traced & arrested by the cyber task force. They also would put a price on info which would lead them to us. It‘s not hard to change the mind of a teenage hacker with cash.”
“Pasquel, sooooo paranoid.” replied Agatha as she rose from her bed. “ I‘ll check for the best in the business. We’re in good hands. I have a plan, but our difficult task would be to find a scapegoat.”
Suddenly, Pasquel heard a noise outside.
“Did you hear that?”
“I didn‘t hear anything.”
I’m going to go check it out.”
“It’s probably a moose Pasquel, no one know about this hideout.”
Pasquel walks towards the window in the nude to see what is out there.
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Salomon sits in his quarters on the now vacant & empty lot of the colony, watching the night sky & puffing a new cigar.
“Boss?” said the blonde Frost standing tall & erect.
“At ease son“
“When are we gonna get paid? You see you told us we were gonna get paid to catch Pasquel. Then we caught Pasquel, so we kept our end of the bargain.”
“Is Pasquel with us?” asked Salomon.
“No, but…”
“Then you don’t get paid squat! Simple, you meathead! Until I see him tied up, gagged & in a straight jacket! Yer not getting cash yet!”
“Sir!” called soldier CL. Frost, the soldier with the acne. “We got hacked! It‘s distrupted all our servers. It‘s not letting us do anything. Look, it‘s buffering a video. Pull out the projector so the boss can see it!”
The remaining soldiers hook up the militant laptop to a projector .
“Play the damn vidya!!” commanded Salomon.
[Buffering 79% 85% 100%] On came a grim face covered in wrinkles & pores under a badly lit room. “I’ve a business proposition for all of you. Money is not my reward.” The video cuts to a security camera feed of Pasquel tied to a chair in thick rope. “I demand a small chunk of what is left of your colony for me to rule for my people who wish to immigrate to America. Also, I would like to borrow what’s left of your paid mercenary group to free some of my brethren from a prison in Istanbul.”
“More work? This clown, I say we double cross him.” replied CL Frost.
“Does that sound like a deal? I know you want him alive so I assume you will not back out of this exclusive offer. You have until 31 days & after that I will be willing to sell him to the highest bidder in the black market and that will be the last you will see of him. My name is Caleb Le Croix.”
The video disappeared in a blink & the screen when back to it’s desktop setting.
“Where‘d the hack come from?” asked Salomon.
“I don’t know, all we have his email address.” replied CL.Frost.
“Well then message him back, tell him to meet us a week from today at the Yonkers Cemetery. Tell him I accept his deal. We’re gonna short change his Euro ass & it will be then that I will git Pasquel on my grip ‘n‘ beat the livin daylights out of that unwanted sperm cell!!!”
Le Croix smiles as the email opens.
There was a slight chance of rainfall tonight in parts of New York, heavy drizzle & a minor chance of snowfall. That’s what all the local news meteorologists said. Regardless of what the weather might bring, Salomon feels he has the strength to fight anyone despite wearing his purple leisure suit & golden chains.
“Assume your p‘sissions men. That Euro trash will be here any second.” called Salomon as he stood on the steps of the marble morgue. The few remaining mercenaries ran around the cemetery & took cover behind tombstones with their silenced scoped rifles.
Rain began to fall & in the distance came a man in a white plastic poncho holding a chain linked leash connected to a collar worn by Pasquel.
“My god, it is Pasquel. Hold your fire.” said Salomon into the small microphone on his collar. “Ahh, you must be Mr. Le Croix.”
Mr. Le Croix shook hands with Salomon. “I am Sir Le Croix & I prefer to be called with the title ‘Sir’, thank you.”
“This must be Pasquel. Hah hah hah! ‘Member me son?” Salomon asked with a fiendish smile, exposing his replacement silver teeth.
“He can’t hear you., blood rushed to his ears from the beatings. He‘s a biter. A savage!”
Salomon could see the brown dry blood that trailed off his ears. He placed his hand on Pasquel’s chin to check his cheeks & eyes.
“You’re really something, my men are bumbling fools. They let this one go, what a joke but you, you did it yourself or..?”
“Yes.”
“May I check his fangs?”
“Go ahead.”
Salomon then ran his hands onto Pasquel’s mouth, “Open wide.”
Le Croix tapped Pasquel’s head, he opened his mouth & let Salomon’s fingers run down his teeth.
Quickly, he closed his mouth & bit off Salomon’s fingers. He tore through the bone & snapped a chunk of bone off him. The straight jacket snapped off it’s metal locks as he rose his hands. He then continued by pulling out his carver’s blade from inside his cotton pants & stabs Salomon in the crotch, shoving the sharp blade up in between his testicles & lifted the blade up to his chest.
Sir Le Croix reached into his poncho, then tossed a few smoke canisters & ran to the safety of the marble morgue. The four soldiers fired indiscriminately at the cloud of smoke, hoping to get LeCriox or Pasquel.
Salomon kneeled to the floor, crying in pain & pushing his hands into the incision below his beer belly.
Pasquel & Le Croix locked the door of the morgue & stood away from the windows. Agatha tore her ‘Le Croix’ mask off her face, yanked out the voice modulating collar & readied her sub machine gun uzi.
“Status report Agatha.” asked Pasquel as he tore the long sleeves off the straight jacket.
“For all I know, Salomon’s dead. You shoved that thing in real good. There are three guys left out there, once the smoke clears out we do our run ‘n’ gun, alright? Well in your case, stab ’n’ run.”
CL. Frost crawled under the layers of green smoke & came across the dead body of his friend, “God damnit Carlo!!! You shot one of our own!!”
“I was trying to get them two!” replied Carlo, the blonde haired soldier.
Pasquel gave Agatha a kiss, “Alright, let’s do it.”
“For freedom of the remaining colonies.” asked Agatha
“For the freedom of the remaining colonies.” replied Pasquel as he is handed his satchel of weapons.
The cemetery was silent, but the soldier’s channel for communication was loud and clear.
“Frost here. Do you see Le Croix or the bounty anywhere?”
“Nah.” replied Carlo into his microphone. “I ain’t seen ‘em. Ey, Sergio. You seen ‘em?”
“Negati… WAIT!! I got someone on my scopes. Looks like a woman. Hell, a cute one at that!”
“Cute woman?” questioned Frost.
“Oh she’s coming onto me. Looks like I’m gonna get me some swee… ‘BRRAAPP!!! BRAAAP!’ AAAHHHH!!!!”
The rapid fire could be heard from a distance.
“Sergio!! Sergio!!!! Damn it, ready yourself Blondie, looks like LeCroix has backup of his own. Shoot to kill. Shoot to kill. Don‘t let the good looks distract you.”
Frost walked through the isles of tombstones that collected the falling rain. Every inch of sound was audible, from the steps he took on the fallen dry leaves to the drops of rain which hit the mud ground. His breath was visible, the degrees fell shorter by the minute & suddenly he noticed his hands shaking, as well as his legs & head.
“The sarge man, he told me. He told me I can’t keep up with this, walking it off like a champ man. Need my fix.” said Frost. He opened a small pocket from his vest & pulled out a small syringe & a vile full of orange serum with the white label ‘V-4 Sortenika’, adrenaline shots. Crouched behind a tree he stuck the needle into the vial & pulled in half the contents of the vile. Next, he continued to lift his uniform sleeve which showed previous holes that decorated his arm. Before he could stick his arm onto the clear space he heard a whizzing sound, but paid little attention to it.
Carlo crawled around the marble morgue, crawling through the leaves & mud to become one with the ground. It reminds him of the time he was in Cambodia, hiding in mud & avoiding detection from the ‘Sprigs’ as the village rebels were called by the military.
Suddenly, he sees a silhouette, standing beside a white van he & his men came in.
‘He’s not marked by a flashing strobe. It must be the bounty.’ Carlo whispered & pulled the trigger of his scoped rifle. He saw the silhouette drop to the ground as his blood splashed on the white van. He rose from the ground & ran towards the white van.
‘I got him, I got him!! I….What the..?’
Frost was sitting beside the tree & watched every object in his vision covered in blinking white sprites, almost as if he was seeing everything on a broken digital screen.
“Heee heeehhheeeee devilsmanagedtodecoratethisplace.” said Frost as the drugs had taken effect. “ThegoodolddaysarebacknowletspillageandrapetheseSprigbitches.”
He heard the whizzing sound once again, & that was the last thing he heard. The tiny white sprites which decorated everything suddenly rose and dispersed, then cut to black.
Carlo came across the dead body of Frost with half his head missing.
“GOD, FUCK, SHIT!!!” shouted Frost in disgust.
As much as he wanted to cry & scream, but didn’t, he looked around to see what got Frost. He then heard a strange whizzing sound in the distance, it was not a plane, nor was it a motorcycle. The sound became louder & louder, then he saw a small light become brighter by the second. A razor sharp Frisbee sliced Carlo’s arm, the same arm which held his rifle.
“AHHHHHH!!!! HELP ME!!!!” he cried.
Pasquel walked towards the frightened, praying man who kneeled in agony, trying desperately to stop blood from gushing off his bloody arm nub.
“PLEASE, HELP ME!!!”
Pasquel, holding the spinning Frisbee to his face replied, “No. You’re going to meet all those innocents you’ve killed for your pleasure. I may not be religious anymore, but I do know that you’re going to a place where the pain doesn’t end & the suffering has not yet begun. Say hi to my father for me.”
And his head fell to the pavement & rolled down the small grass hill, eventually halting in a puddle of mud.
“Ready the evidence!” called Agatha with her headphones plugged into a small handheld scanner. “An APB has been called, looks like we‘ve woken someone up.”
Pasquel sprinted towards the hybrid with it’s windows half smashed. He opened the trunk to find a drugged Texie.
“Did you hear that?” asked Pasquel.
“I didn‘t hear anything.” replied Agatha.
“I’m going to go check it out.”
“It’s probably a moose, Pasquel. No one knows about this hideout”
“Oh no!”
Pasquel hid behind the window curtains & watched Texie slam her baseball bat onto Agatha’s Hybrid.
“Shit, it’s her. How did she find me?”
“Who’s that?” she asked.
“It’s just a girl, who I had a one time thing with. Should’ve replied to her calls. Agatha, I’m sorry, I will pay for the car, this is all my fault.””
“ It’s her. The mole!” said Agatha as she got a clear view of Texie’s face.
“What are you going to do Agatha?” asked Pasquel in a bit of confusion.
Agatha was readying her pistol sedative, twisting the vial into the handle & attaching the needle to the barrel. “Salomon paid her to track you not too long ago.”
Pasquel didn’t believe a word she said, that was until he spotted the same Jeep he saw days earlier. “That jeep, I saw it the day I was caught by Salomon’s troops.
“….A bizarre bloodbath at a Yonkers Cemetery earlier this morning. Famous television parishioner Salomon Brooks found dead at the scene as well as four ex American heroes from the ‘Lethal Aqua’ team…. Also the body of ‘Texela Marrow’ ,who may have been a bystander during the bloodbath, was found at the scene under the influence…. It is believed that she killed Salomon & the soldiers…”
-The New York Guardian, Vol. 21, March, 2019-
Two Weeks Later.
“Wow Pasquel, look at you!” said Agatha as she saw Pasquel without the scar on his forehead, his hair was combed backwards & it‘s obvious that he got himself a pricy suit.
“I found myself a loophole in the contract, I got myself a haircut & now I’m finally getting paid what I deserve. So, how‘s it going being blonde so far?” he asked.
“I‘ve yet to experience that ‘dumb blonde moment‘ Ive been hearing about. Here‘s some advice Paskie, don‘t spend your check all in one place.” replied Agatha.
“I won’t. But I say I should splurge myself a little once in a while. Maybe on a new house. The market’s been in an boom recently, maybe I can make a down payment on one of those hillside homes, the Frank Wright kind.”
The speakers ,which hung above an old fashioned clock, began to ring it’s trademark tune, followed by a message. “4:55pm, Now boarding, blue line, North Dakota, now boarding.”
“I’m going to stay at a friends’ house in Pamona, California. You know, just in case.” said Agatha as she held her suitcase.
“I understand. With all this boom in technology, you can never be too safe.” Pasquel then raised his arms & wrapped them around Agatha’s waist. “You’ll call or write to me. I’ll be waiting.”
“If you need my help with anything that doesn‘t require contacts, you know where to call me.” She kissed Pasquel’s forehead. “Also here.” she grabbed a gift wrapped package from her purse & handed it to him. “Open it when I’m gone. Goodbye.”
“We will meet again in a year.”
“Or earlier. You never know.”
Pasquel wrapped his hands around Agatha & gave a long kiss goodbye.
As she left, Pasquel stood on the edge of the sidewalk & hailed for a cab.
“Where to buddy?” called the cabbie from inside.
“Take me home.” replied Pasquel & sat on the passenger seat with his head leaning to the window on the left of him.
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