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Living Assault Weapons
by
Mark Walt Meredith
Imagine a view of Hub City at nighttime. Imagine a penthouse view of the Empire State Building through expensive thick, plate-glass window: in this alternate '52: blimps are used for transportation more, stopping at building tops to hook up to the buildings and refuel with heated air and move on. In this, '52 there, was a nuclear super man that could provide Hub with nuclear plants with super powered nuclear radiation. There was plenty of heated air coursing through the buildings in pipes to reach the zeppelins through connectors in the front of the blimps.
Hub originally planned for Hub City buildings to have these and even the Empire State Building was built to connect to zeppelins in our universe. Imagine looking out a skyscraper window at an expensive view of Madison Square Garden with big zeppelins and small zeppelins gliding along the midnight sky. Imagine the tranquility is broken let's say by a crime fighter being thrown through the glass of that thick window. The tranquility smashed by the sound of a crime-fighter with a dove on the crime fighter's shirt being thrown through glass.
The crime fighter name: Peacemaker. Imagine the spider web of shattered glass shards jutting out of the window-sides had slashed this super hero on the mystery man's way flying past where the window once stood. In a moment that seemed to last for years to the would-be killer: the crime fighter was thrown pas the plate glass window and seemed to hang in the air as inertia died and gravity took over. The broken shards of thick glass hanging in thin air began to fall to Earth, and soon the picture window was empty of anything but the view.
The edges of the spider-web remaining had blood on some of its shards and strips of material as some shards of this spider-web began to fall off the window top. The murderer took a gun and cleared the glass shards at the bottom of the window-pane so he could look out the window and then broke the spider-web at the top of the window-frame so the murderer wouldn't cut the killer's head if the murderer looked down out of the window: to make certain Peacemaker died. The Hub City streets were practically empty in the night because Hub is supposed to be an urban working class division and some parts are empty on Sundays.
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The cars that did see Peacemaker just ignored his body. The next day Peacemaker's body was still there in the gutter. Peacemaker was in a pool of his own blood. Blood seeped from his bleeding nose, the back of Peacemaker's slashed head, bloody mouth, and cut-up back: one blood-spot that stood out upon Peacemaker's chest insignia.
The longest drop of dripped blood that dripped from his mouth during the battle that led to being thrown through a window: the longest bloodstain that had run down Peacemaker's insignia and stopped at a certain spot. The blood drop looked like a clock-hand. The blood drip, made the dove insignia look like a death-clock counting down to the end of the world. Imagine you are the owner of the deli on the bottom floor of the skyscraper and you walk down the block to open your deli: you see this superhuman hero lying on the asphalt facing you.
You look at the death-clock that is a sign of-the times seeing that beatniks, lascivious Rock and Roll and juvenile delinquents are decaying US values and violence is escalating into nuclear war. You see this clock face is counting down to the black oblivion of a night that lasts until infinity. Imagine you are the man who finds this super human hero's body signifying the death of justice and mystery-men and the birth of delinquents reading Tales from the Crypt comics. You are this every-man, as you say to yourself, What is becoming of this world?!
To be Continued in Scene 2 Living Assault Weapons
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Scene 2 Living Assault Weapons
by
Mark W. Meredith
I reach the scene of the crime as an owner of that deli on the bottom of the apartment building is hosing the blood off of the concrete into the gutter. I walk through the blood and track bloody foot-steps across the sidewalk in front of the delicatessen and the deli owner yells at my backside about what the world has become. I suppose the world is becoming worse and so that is why there is a pool of blood, why I'm tracking bloody foot-prints across the concrete. In this world, you have to be worse than the monsters you have to slay.
That is why I don't notice I'm tracking bloody foot prints across the sidewalk. Spilled blood of the innocents becomes just an-other unpleasant fact. You become an unfeeling calculator that only tabulates the death toll of innocent people killed. What is today: once again?!
Oh yes, of course: it is October 12, 1952, saw the dead carcass of a cat in an alleyway this morning. It was a hit and run, alerted the pound as to the cat's license. The pet's owner will be alerted. This city is afraid because I have seen its animalistic true nature.
I have seen the light of the sun and I know that some of them are guilty of human nature and they need to be in jail, I am the one to put them there too. The gutters are always bloody for a detective like Victor Sage the Question. Are so many stabbings, shootings that the streets are going to be pools of blood and what will we call them! We will have to call the streets gutters.
I walk around the corner and to the entrance to apartment building. All of the republican fools will be walking a path: staring into space like optimistic simpletons until they walk off a cliff into bloody Hell.
Sgt. Harvey Bullock looks out the shattered window as Mr. Sage walks into the broken door. Bullock says to Commissioner Gordon in the room, I'm speechless.
I answered Bullock saying, "That's strange. You are usually blathering on about how you won't do your job".
Bullock said; I do my job; then he looked back in order to confirm what he knew to be true. He knew that was the voice of Mr. Sage.
Mr. Sage replied, yes but you never do anything beyond the call a' duty.
Bullock replied to that, I do go beyond the call of duty.
Mr. Sage answered: rarely.
Commissioner Gordon studied the door chain making small talk; they say you faint just before you hit the ground. Do you think that's true,
Bullock stated seriously, maybe you: should chuck Question out the window: and we could go down-stairs to ask him.
Mr. Sage answered, women first Bullock.
Bullock ignored Mr. Sage and asked Commissioner Gordon, "You the guy fresh outa' police academy: what do you think happened here",
Commissioner Gordon knowing Bullock was testing him, said, "Someone kicked the door in and kicked Peacemaker's ass in. That's what happened here. Someone caved Peacemaker's ass right in: with a good, swift kick: right in the ass. Obviously, Peacemaker was in the apartment when the attacker arrived because the chain is broken.
Obviously Peacemaker was finished patrolling and fighting for that night because Peacemaker had a Peacemaker costume on under his untied robe, though he had taken his helmet off because it was hot from the night." Who could've come to do this though?! What burglar could've beaten a superhuman hero who is a master of boxing and a street-fighter that fights gang members every evening?
The End