Irony and Daring con't
(Warning: there is a lot of bad language to follow.
You were warned. Read at your own risk.)
12 Years Ago
As Dare walked purposely into the lounge of The Green
hangout he heard the murrmers. Irony had called this
meeting about something she deemed as very important.
As a member of her inner circle for almost a year now,
he'd been pretty much by her side most of the time...
in part to keep up the appearances of the fiction that
had saved his life. He was going to be up front when
this gathering started.
"Heads are gonna roll." one member of the Green said.
"Bad Ass Bitch, Head Nigger in Charge, it's all coming
out. Irony is pissed. What was Da Mold thinking?"
"It's all about the smackdown."
As Dare reached his seat in the front, Irony, Satire
and Con walked in the side door and took their seats as
well. You could tell by the look on Irony's face that
this meeting was not going to be a plesant one.
"Adversity!" Irony barked, "Bring in the crap."
A young blond woman rose and went out into the hallway.
She returned with 3 seventeen year olds, decked out in
black leather wearing the ugly green arm bands.
Irony stared them down for a whole five minutes. The
room had gone completely silent. Finally, the young
woman said, "Penicilin, Rancid, Rotten...WHAT IN THE
HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
"Look, Your Almightly Bitchiness," began the toughest
looking of the three. Irony sent him and evil glare
but the young man continued, "The prick was in my way
so we...took care of it."
"The prick was in his way." Irony said quietly. "The
prick was in Rancid's way. He assaulted a CHILD, under
my PROTECTION, because 'the prick was in his way.'" She
started to laugh. "Well, shit." She looked at the
three boys again. "Explain to me why I didn't just let
you die in that gutter I found y'all in?"
Satire said, "I told you to, Irony. Crap is crap. You
can't save the whole damm world."
"Fucking A, Irony. You are acting like The Green is
respectable or something. We're a gang. We be violent.
Society doesn't like us, why should we respect any of it
silly ass conventions - "
"Keeping people in one piece is not a 'silly ass convention.'
Even if I didn't care about people, I care about the safety
of the family...Did you assholes even think about what could
have happened if the police got wind of this? Or were you
fancying a legal beat down?" Irony looked at them. The boys
in front of her did not seem repentant at all. "Fuck this shit.
Okay, every Green knife, every Green artifact, out with it now."
The young men stared at her. "I Said NOW!"
The young men began to comply, pulling out knives and rope, and
throwing them to the floor in front of them.
"The armbands too." said Satire.
Dare leaned over to Irony, "What are doing? Without the armbands,
they are free game to any gang or demon out there." he whispered
to his savior.
Irony turned to the young man next to her. For the first time
since he'd known her, her eyes were totally cold and unfeeling.
"Should I care?" was her reply.
Ignoring the shocked look on Dare's face, Irony turned to the young
men in front of her. "This is your punishment. For the next week,
you aren't one of us. We don't know you. We don't help you.
Survive on your own. Grow up. After a week, come back and I may talk
to you. As the original BAB, bad ass bitch of this group, I've
spoken. Now get the hell out."
As Adversity pointed the boys to the door, Irony said one more thing.
"Guys...let's hope for your sakes, that you don't 'get in anyone's
way.'"
******
The present
Irony, having taken off her heels at the door, walked into the living
room of the appartment. "Nice place. Your style of decorating
hasn't changed much."
Mamoru smiled, "So you finally accept simple as a style?"
Irony laughed, "Hell no. It's just nice to know some things don't
change." She sat down on the couch. "I realize that seeing me is
a big surprise."
"Yes it is....Why are you here, Irony?"
The woman took a deep breath. "Dare, do you remember what I said
to you that last day."
A bitter look came over Mamoru's face. "The sentence, 'We've
corrupted you enough' comes to mind."
Irony winces. "Okay...well...well, first, was I wrong? You look
respectable. Life's been better for you, hasn't it?"
Mamoru looked at Irony, "Yeah" he said slowly.
"Tell me about it."
Mamoru turned away from her for a second, 'I can't.' He thought to
himself. 'I never could lie to Irony and I can't tell her everything
that I've done since I've left.' He turned around. "It's been
okay. I have some friends, some important people in this new life.
I have made some bad decisions..."
Irony looked at him. "Like what?" She stared into his eyes. "What
aren't you telling me?"
"I've done some good things since...the last day and some pretty
nasty things..."
"Dare."
Mamoru sighed. Maybe he could tell her the truth without telling
her the truth. "I joined another gang for awhile."
"You WHAT?!!"
"I know, I know. It was stupid. I just...well, I was brainwashed,
in a sense. I'd found out some heavy stuff about my past and it was
like I reverted. I went back to the old ways. I guess
part of me missed intimidation, using sharp objects, and the like.
The gang was even female headed...and I think some days I just
pretended that Beryl was you." The last statement surprised him;
he hadn't realized he had done that until he said it...which also
meant he did have some of his own memories at that time. Another
reason for that time to haunt him. His excuse for his behavior
was gone. "It was a very cutthroat organization."
"How did you get out?"
"The hard work of a women who loved me. There was a pretty nasty
fight involved, which kil- almost killed me. She risked a lot
to get me out."
"Sounds like my kind of girl. Would I have liked her?"
"I'm sure you'd like her."
"Oooh, present tense." Irony smiled. "What a lucky girl."
Mamoru sat down next to the woman on the couch. "Okay, Irony.
Out with it. Why are you here?"
"I'm here because I need your help." Irony sighed. "Dare, we
are in trouble and I can't protect the family anymore. All
associations are being demonized. We don't know why. I mean, they
usually don't care about us. The trash killing off the trash.
Why are we important? Something has happened...but beyond that."
Irony stopped. She seemed to be struggling to get the last piece
out. "God, Dare, I would normally never ask this of you. Normally
I'd disappear and hope you'd forget me and all of your trials and
all of your pain and just live the life you deserve...but I can't,
not when so many need me. Dare, I need you speak for us. Explain
who we are. Explain why the world...should at least just leave us
alone. Please?"
- to be continued -
(Warning: there is a lot of bad language to follow.
You were warned. Read at your own risk.)
12 Years Ago
As Dare walked purposely into the lounge of The Green
hangout he heard the murrmers. Irony had called this
meeting about something she deemed as very important.
As a member of her inner circle for almost a year now,
he'd been pretty much by her side most of the time...
in part to keep up the appearances of the fiction that
had saved his life. He was going to be up front when
this gathering started.
"Heads are gonna roll." one member of the Green said.
"Bad Ass Bitch, Head Nigger in Charge, it's all coming
out. Irony is pissed. What was Da Mold thinking?"
"It's all about the smackdown."
As Dare reached his seat in the front, Irony, Satire
and Con walked in the side door and took their seats as
well. You could tell by the look on Irony's face that
this meeting was not going to be a plesant one.
"Adversity!" Irony barked, "Bring in the crap."
A young blond woman rose and went out into the hallway.
She returned with 3 seventeen year olds, decked out in
black leather wearing the ugly green arm bands.
Irony stared them down for a whole five minutes. The
room had gone completely silent. Finally, the young
woman said, "Penicilin, Rancid, Rotten...WHAT IN THE
HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
"Look, Your Almightly Bitchiness," began the toughest
looking of the three. Irony sent him and evil glare
but the young man continued, "The prick was in my way
so we...took care of it."
"The prick was in his way." Irony said quietly. "The
prick was in Rancid's way. He assaulted a CHILD, under
my PROTECTION, because 'the prick was in his way.'" She
started to laugh. "Well, shit." She looked at the
three boys again. "Explain to me why I didn't just let
you die in that gutter I found y'all in?"
Satire said, "I told you to, Irony. Crap is crap. You
can't save the whole damm world."
"Fucking A, Irony. You are acting like The Green is
respectable or something. We're a gang. We be violent.
Society doesn't like us, why should we respect any of it
silly ass conventions - "
"Keeping people in one piece is not a 'silly ass convention.'
Even if I didn't care about people, I care about the safety
of the family...Did you assholes even think about what could
have happened if the police got wind of this? Or were you
fancying a legal beat down?" Irony looked at them. The boys
in front of her did not seem repentant at all. "Fuck this shit.
Okay, every Green knife, every Green artifact, out with it now."
The young men stared at her. "I Said NOW!"
The young men began to comply, pulling out knives and rope, and
throwing them to the floor in front of them.
"The armbands too." said Satire.
Dare leaned over to Irony, "What are doing? Without the armbands,
they are free game to any gang or demon out there." he whispered
to his savior.
Irony turned to the young man next to her. For the first time
since he'd known her, her eyes were totally cold and unfeeling.
"Should I care?" was her reply.
Ignoring the shocked look on Dare's face, Irony turned to the young
men in front of her. "This is your punishment. For the next week,
you aren't one of us. We don't know you. We don't help you.
Survive on your own. Grow up. After a week, come back and I may talk
to you. As the original BAB, bad ass bitch of this group, I've
spoken. Now get the hell out."
As Adversity pointed the boys to the door, Irony said one more thing.
"Guys...let's hope for your sakes, that you don't 'get in anyone's
way.'"
******
The present
Irony, having taken off her heels at the door, walked into the living
room of the appartment. "Nice place. Your style of decorating
hasn't changed much."
Mamoru smiled, "So you finally accept simple as a style?"
Irony laughed, "Hell no. It's just nice to know some things don't
change." She sat down on the couch. "I realize that seeing me is
a big surprise."
"Yes it is....Why are you here, Irony?"
The woman took a deep breath. "Dare, do you remember what I said
to you that last day."
A bitter look came over Mamoru's face. "The sentence, 'We've
corrupted you enough' comes to mind."
Irony winces. "Okay...well...well, first, was I wrong? You look
respectable. Life's been better for you, hasn't it?"
Mamoru looked at Irony, "Yeah" he said slowly.
"Tell me about it."
Mamoru turned away from her for a second, 'I can't.' He thought to
himself. 'I never could lie to Irony and I can't tell her everything
that I've done since I've left.' He turned around. "It's been
okay. I have some friends, some important people in this new life.
I have made some bad decisions..."
Irony looked at him. "Like what?" She stared into his eyes. "What
aren't you telling me?"
"I've done some good things since...the last day and some pretty
nasty things..."
"Dare."
Mamoru sighed. Maybe he could tell her the truth without telling
her the truth. "I joined another gang for awhile."
"You WHAT?!!"
"I know, I know. It was stupid. I just...well, I was brainwashed,
in a sense. I'd found out some heavy stuff about my past and it was
like I reverted. I went back to the old ways. I guess
part of me missed intimidation, using sharp objects, and the like.
The gang was even female headed...and I think some days I just
pretended that Beryl was you." The last statement surprised him;
he hadn't realized he had done that until he said it...which also
meant he did have some of his own memories at that time. Another
reason for that time to haunt him. His excuse for his behavior
was gone. "It was a very cutthroat organization."
"How did you get out?"
"The hard work of a women who loved me. There was a pretty nasty
fight involved, which kil- almost killed me. She risked a lot
to get me out."
"Sounds like my kind of girl. Would I have liked her?"
"I'm sure you'd like her."
"Oooh, present tense." Irony smiled. "What a lucky girl."
Mamoru sat down next to the woman on the couch. "Okay, Irony.
Out with it. Why are you here?"
"I'm here because I need your help." Irony sighed. "Dare, we
are in trouble and I can't protect the family anymore. All
associations are being demonized. We don't know why. I mean, they
usually don't care about us. The trash killing off the trash.
Why are we important? Something has happened...but beyond that."
Irony stopped. She seemed to be struggling to get the last piece
out. "God, Dare, I would normally never ask this of you. Normally
I'd disappear and hope you'd forget me and all of your trials and
all of your pain and just live the life you deserve...but I can't,
not when so many need me. Dare, I need you speak for us. Explain
who we are. Explain why the world...should at least just leave us
alone. Please?"
- to be continued -
