Puppy Kicker
First Post
Angel in the Devil’s Shoes
Part I
Her dishwater blonde hair was a matted mess on her face and shoulders. The sign she carried was barely legible now, once clear magic markered letters now ran in the rain and spelled out “MERCY NOT MURDER”. The crowd around her was already starting to disperse and the execution wasn’t scheduled for another hour. Sally scowled openly at a young man as he abashedly slinked away towards his car.
“A man’s life is at stake here! Isn’t that worth dealing with a bit of rain?!” The youth hunched his shoulders and looked at the ground, but continued towards his car, now followed by a couple more weak-willed protestors. Sally turned her anger towards a gawking middle-aged man. “And what do you think you’re looking at?!?” He looked away quickly and waved his sign with a little extra token gusto. Sally looked down, wondering why he was so interested. Oh. Note to self, white shirt at rainy protest equals bad idea, she thought.
Sally’s scowling blue eyes found their real target now. Anger at the petering anti-execution protest and the gawking man was refocused to the other side of the road where it REALLY belonged.
“You’re being a moron, Sean! How can you approve of this?!”
There, among a crowd of people bearing signs with “EYE FOR AN EYE” and “VICTIM’S RIGHTS” a slightly balding, slightly overweight man returned Sally’s angry gaze. “Killers don’t deserve to live. Why are you being so difficult!”
“It was an unfair trial! It was a kangaroo court, Sean!”
“Kangaroo court? What, do I look like the %&#$ing Crocodile Hunter? How should I…”
Sean’s words tapered off as a prison security guard stepped between them, purposefully interrupting their view of one another. Just a uniformed barrier in their already barrier-filled marriage. Sean looked away in frustration and half-heartedly waved his sign. It was getting dark now and his polo shirt clung disgustingly to his overfed belly. He self consciously pulled it away from his skin and squinted as the floodlights around the prison burst into a blinding luminescence.
“It’s funny how they all come on at the same time, isn’t it?” A muscular young man next to Sean covered his eyes as he spoke. “Like the heavens opening up all at once.”
Sean shrugged. “I think it’s just some light sensors, so when it gets just dark enough all the lights turn on. Same as streetlights.”
The young man chuckled. He had a high and tight haircut and some kind of Chinese writing tattooed on his neck. Part of it was obscured by his jacket. “Yeah, I think you’re right. But I like to think it’s a more heavenly approval of what’s going on tonight. The man killed people. Now he’s going to be treated as he deserves. Anyway, looks like you have an enemy on the other side.” The young man glanced over towards Sally, who was scowling at the prison lights and waving her sign.
“Yeah, seems that way sometimes.” He extended his right hand towards the young man. “Sean Hanson. Good to meet you.” The young man took Sean’s hand and shook it. “Mike Holmes. Nice to meet you too, Sean.”
The lights went out. A popping sound like a crushed over-ripe melon to Sean’s left preceded a wet splash of fluid and spongy material on his face. A woman screamed. Another popping sound a second later. As Sean’s eyes adjusted to the evening light he watched brains and blood splatter across Mike’s face.
“Sally. Sally! SALLY!” Sean screamed as fear for his wife clouded all other thoughts and he dropped his sign. He sprinted blindly though the dark towards the other side of the road as the sounds of screaming, falling bodies, and death surrounded him. A body on the ground caught him unawares and he slammed to the ground.
Sally crouched in the mud, cradling the body of a young woman she had met not five minutes before. A hole in the girl’s chest gushed blood onto Sally’s white shirt. That’s going to be so hard to clean out, she irrationally thought. The girl’s eyes were still open. Her mouth tried to form words but she had no lungs to exhale these words to the world. A body fell to the ground next to her. One of the security guards. Sally whispered at the guard’s corpse. “You should arrest whoever is doing this.”
Sally heard her name being called but she didn’t know who was saying it or from where. The guard had a gun at his side. It was still holstered. You should take that gun, Sal. Things are very bad right now.
She did.
Mike wiped the brain matter from his face, dropped to a crouch and scanned the area. In the few seconds it took for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness he had already unholstered and disengaged the safety on his government issue 9mm. Bodies were falling around him, people were screaming, fluids were spraying.
None of this concerned the young agent. The dark figure he could now see on the other side of the prison fence concerned him. The figure seemed to be clad in robes and his hands were performing an intricate series of gestures. Mike knew what those gestures could do. He also knew how to stop them. He raised his pistol, held his breath, fired two shots. The robed figure had not even finished slumping to the ground before Mike was scanning the fenceline again. “Now where are your friends, you vile son of a &%$#@...”
Part I
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Her dishwater blonde hair was a matted mess on her face and shoulders. The sign she carried was barely legible now, once clear magic markered letters now ran in the rain and spelled out “MERCY NOT MURDER”. The crowd around her was already starting to disperse and the execution wasn’t scheduled for another hour. Sally scowled openly at a young man as he abashedly slinked away towards his car.
“A man’s life is at stake here! Isn’t that worth dealing with a bit of rain?!” The youth hunched his shoulders and looked at the ground, but continued towards his car, now followed by a couple more weak-willed protestors. Sally turned her anger towards a gawking middle-aged man. “And what do you think you’re looking at?!?” He looked away quickly and waved his sign with a little extra token gusto. Sally looked down, wondering why he was so interested. Oh. Note to self, white shirt at rainy protest equals bad idea, she thought.
Sally’s scowling blue eyes found their real target now. Anger at the petering anti-execution protest and the gawking man was refocused to the other side of the road where it REALLY belonged.
“You’re being a moron, Sean! How can you approve of this?!”
There, among a crowd of people bearing signs with “EYE FOR AN EYE” and “VICTIM’S RIGHTS” a slightly balding, slightly overweight man returned Sally’s angry gaze. “Killers don’t deserve to live. Why are you being so difficult!”
“It was an unfair trial! It was a kangaroo court, Sean!”
“Kangaroo court? What, do I look like the %&#$ing Crocodile Hunter? How should I…”
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Sean’s words tapered off as a prison security guard stepped between them, purposefully interrupting their view of one another. Just a uniformed barrier in their already barrier-filled marriage. Sean looked away in frustration and half-heartedly waved his sign. It was getting dark now and his polo shirt clung disgustingly to his overfed belly. He self consciously pulled it away from his skin and squinted as the floodlights around the prison burst into a blinding luminescence.
“It’s funny how they all come on at the same time, isn’t it?” A muscular young man next to Sean covered his eyes as he spoke. “Like the heavens opening up all at once.”
Sean shrugged. “I think it’s just some light sensors, so when it gets just dark enough all the lights turn on. Same as streetlights.”
The young man chuckled. He had a high and tight haircut and some kind of Chinese writing tattooed on his neck. Part of it was obscured by his jacket. “Yeah, I think you’re right. But I like to think it’s a more heavenly approval of what’s going on tonight. The man killed people. Now he’s going to be treated as he deserves. Anyway, looks like you have an enemy on the other side.” The young man glanced over towards Sally, who was scowling at the prison lights and waving her sign.
“Yeah, seems that way sometimes.” He extended his right hand towards the young man. “Sean Hanson. Good to meet you.” The young man took Sean’s hand and shook it. “Mike Holmes. Nice to meet you too, Sean.”
The lights went out. A popping sound like a crushed over-ripe melon to Sean’s left preceded a wet splash of fluid and spongy material on his face. A woman screamed. Another popping sound a second later. As Sean’s eyes adjusted to the evening light he watched brains and blood splatter across Mike’s face.
“Sally. Sally! SALLY!” Sean screamed as fear for his wife clouded all other thoughts and he dropped his sign. He sprinted blindly though the dark towards the other side of the road as the sounds of screaming, falling bodies, and death surrounded him. A body on the ground caught him unawares and he slammed to the ground.
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Sally crouched in the mud, cradling the body of a young woman she had met not five minutes before. A hole in the girl’s chest gushed blood onto Sally’s white shirt. That’s going to be so hard to clean out, she irrationally thought. The girl’s eyes were still open. Her mouth tried to form words but she had no lungs to exhale these words to the world. A body fell to the ground next to her. One of the security guards. Sally whispered at the guard’s corpse. “You should arrest whoever is doing this.”
Sally heard her name being called but she didn’t know who was saying it or from where. The guard had a gun at his side. It was still holstered. You should take that gun, Sal. Things are very bad right now.
She did.
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Mike wiped the brain matter from his face, dropped to a crouch and scanned the area. In the few seconds it took for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness he had already unholstered and disengaged the safety on his government issue 9mm. Bodies were falling around him, people were screaming, fluids were spraying.
None of this concerned the young agent. The dark figure he could now see on the other side of the prison fence concerned him. The figure seemed to be clad in robes and his hands were performing an intricate series of gestures. Mike knew what those gestures could do. He also knew how to stop them. He raised his pistol, held his breath, fired two shots. The robed figure had not even finished slumping to the ground before Mike was scanning the fenceline again. “Now where are your friends, you vile son of a &%$#@...”
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