| From: | William Lydick <lydick@*******.CNS.UDEL.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | News Feed |
| Date: | Wed, 16 Feb 1994 19:46:11 EST |
Source: Seattle Newsfeed
ANCHOR: And in the department of strange events today, there is the nearly
total decimation of one of Seattle's smaller, less well-known non-cybered gangs.
The gang, named the Scorpions after the type of 'cycles they ride, was
reportedly gathering their weekly fees for protecting the street people in their
territory. According to one survivor, ...
(fade to interview feed)
(A Scorpion member is shown. His face is beat up, his nose broken and bleeding,
his arm bending in places arms were not meant to bend. There are black lines
that look like burn marks criss-crossing his chest. He speaks in a broken
voice. On the ground next to him is a light pistol that looks usable with
only minor repairs. He's propped against the side of a building which has
seen better days. The gang member easily tops 240 pounds. There is some
brass on the ground around him.)
GANG MEMBER: We was, like, mindin' our own business, ya' know, just collecting
our fee for our protection. Well, there was this new guy, so we gave him the
scoop, ya' know? He was in a box down the alley, covered with something...a
cloth or somethin'. Anyways, Ginter, he's, like, explainin' the scoop to this
guy and the guy gets up. Big fragger. Least eight foot. Must, like, be a
small troll or sumeptin'. But, here's the thing, man, he's, like, got no
clothes on. So we all, ya' know, (wheeze) start laughin' and stuff. He just
stands there, lookin' at us like he didn't understand or nuttin'. Just
standin' there, holdin' his little red duffel. Well, Ginter explained the
scoop to him again, and he STILL didn't understand, ya' know. It's, like, ya'
just can't get through to some people. Anyways, Ginter, like, he'd had enuff
(wheeze) of this crap, so's he grabs the duffel outta this fraggers hands.
Says it's this week's payment. The guy looks like he's lost, like, all sex'n
capability or somethin'. He just looks like he's about to blubber. We's all
turn around, thinkin' that this naked fragger was just a baby. Was we WRONG!
We's strollin' outta this here alley, just got our last payment from that
naked guy, ya' know, and the next thin' I know, I'm, like, flyin' past Ginter.
Fragger had just picked me up an' threw (wheeze) me over the rest of the gang.
I landed 'gainst that pole over there. Yeah, that one, the one with the dent.
Now, our gang, ya' know, it's like a family. Ya' frag with one of us, ya' frag
wit' us all. Well, this guy was gonna see what that meant, or so we's thought.
Thom and Freddy are sailin' over the gang by the time they get the guns out and
pointed at him. I saw Thom crack his head open 'gainst that car ova' there, and
Freddy...let's jus' say t'at he ain't gonna spend no time wit' no girlies no
more, if ya' get my drift. And the fragger di'n't stop wit' that. I'm busy
trying ta get up, ya' know, when, like, my brothers start firin'. They hit him
in da' legs, in da arms,...frag, they probably hit him in da' head. I'm pretty
sure they hit 'im in da' head. I mean, even guys who've been metaled would stop
for this drek. It was, like, unreal. I SAW the shots hitting him...breakin'
da' skin...drawin' blood...he just wasn't stopping. He just looked suprised.
Like he di'n't understand what we was doin'. Then the fragger did sumethin' I
only seen those sorcerer guys do in BIG fights...ya' know, CORP sized fights...
he did somethin' and lightnin' just, like, FLEW outta his hands. Took down
Sammy and Harold...fried 'em to a crisp. I'm up at this point, but I (wheeze)
can't get a clear shot on 'im 'cause Ginter an' my pals are stannin' in da' way.
So here's we is, ya' know? Ginter, me, Perky, and Louie...we's all got this
fragger covered wit' our pistols, so what's the fragger do? He grabs
Perky and throws him over his shoulder like a bag of somethin'. It's, like,
unreal. Louie's busy findin' some sort of cover from this freak, ya' know?
He grabs Ginter, and, like, ASKS for his bag back, in a soft voice, ya' know.
Like we'd give him the bag at this point! It was our payment. Ginter, like,
gets all pissed off now an' says,"Frag you!" and puts his gun to the
fragger's face. The fragger grabbed the gun and did somethin', I don't know
what, but when Ginter squeezed that trigger, the gun was pointed at his head.
Blew it clean off, man.
Ginter's dead an' I'm pissed...so I charge him, ya know, gonna gutshoot him.
He does that lightning thing again, hits me in the face, and throws ME over
his shoulder. This is about where I landed. cracked my head on the pavement
real good, ya' know? I looked up, and he's just sorta sittin' there, ya' know,
sittin there with his cloth, his duffel, and nutin' else! Just sittin' there.
Louie, he, like, jumps him from behind, ya' know, trying to take this fragger
down. The guy just sort of seems to, like, GROW! He just suddenly gets all
hairy-like an' gets these mean lookin' horns all over his bod, ya' know? He,
like, takes an' elbows Louie in the gut. He sorta, just like, ya' know,
crumples an' falls over, holding his guts in.
The fragger just, like, picks up his duffel, an', like, LOOKS at me. Looks at
me like I don't matter. Then, ya' know, he leans down, an' hands back my gun,
sayin', "Here's yer gun back." Gives me my pistol, man, with the mag'zine kinda
bent over an' all. Turns around and walks back to his crate. Sits down an'
starts playin' with some stuff in the bag. He gets all shimmery, ya' know, like
the road on a hot day, an' the bullets we hit him wit' just start fallin'
outta him. Like he was using some sorta magic. Ping. Ping. Plunk. (wheeze)
He just sorta finishes up whatever it is he's doin, an' starts walkin' around
the alley, just kinda walking an' pickin' up stuff. He comes over here, ya'
know, and pours the brass an' slugs all over me. Makes a crack 'bout it,
sumet'in like,"I believe these are yours." Like it really matters. Gets his
stuff, our PAYMENT, an' leaves. Just walks away, bleedin' a little, but WALKS.
(Wheeze) I'm tellin' ya', like, it isn't safe to be out on the fraggin'
streets, makin' an honest livin' these days.]<<<<<
-- Seattle Newsfeed Service <22:00:00, 02-16-55>
