"Why do they always send the poor
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off
It's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor," System of A Down
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Mercy was found by a new detective, Thomas Remedy. He had a special assignment for her.
(Flashback In Mercy's POV)
"So you are the famous Mercy?"
"Yep, the one and only."
"The feared by criminals Mercy?"
"Why, I'm not a threat to you?"
"No, I believe it, with all that muscle you could take out me and the station I work at without a gun."
"How did you know about that?" he gave me a 'you better be kidding or I'm out of here' look.
"Anyways, the assignment should be easy." This would be a boring assignment…..
"Go on." I encouraged while I stretched.
He turned on a full wall plasma television. He started to fast-forward the clip. Suddenly he stopped to show a young boy with a sweatshirt, baggy jeans, and what looked like a beret talking to the cashier. He paused it.
"We believe this boy was occupying the cashier while this happened."
He continued the tape to show the camera focus on another boy. He looked like a football player, he was fairly muscular, tall, and had a letterman jacket on. He grabbed an item from the shelf and stuffed it in his jacket.
"And this."
He fast forwarded it again to show a Hispanic girl in a baby tee, super pointed heels and way too tight jeans on. She too grabbed what looked like a cosmetic item that was probably worth more then her life.
"Kids are getting barbaric these days."
"I know," he laughed, then made a confused pause, "And what are you about fifteen?"
"You expect me to tell you?" I said as I fiddled with my gun.
"Not really."
"What do you expect me to do?"
"Do what you're supposed to do. Find them, bring them back, and if they try to run away and you feel like you have enough time, kill them."
"And I said they were barbaric?" I teased as I looked up from my project of reloading my gun with his higher quality bullets.
He rolled his eyes and laughed, "So will this be an easy job for you?"
"I would think so."
"Watch out, these kids were victorious in stealing."
'How could they resist? They were 'brand new spankin deals.'" I quoted the sign in the background of the paused clip. He laughed again.
"So how am I going to find them so I can haunt their dreams?"
"Oh yes, there is a party scheduled tomorrow night that you will be attending."
"A party?"
"Yes, a party."
"Your saying that my job is to go to a party and hunt people down? Awesome."
His cell phone rang, "Hold on."
While he was talking he leaned on the remote. The clip continued to show other people doing other crazy things. At one point of all the chaos the camera caught the manager shoplifting too.
People were so hypocritic. Mainly because of society. With all this technology and these hypnotic computers trying to convince people to fit in like everyone else. No one was unique anymore...
Thomas finished his call.
"Crazy huh?" he said as he joined me in watching the unbelievable tape.
"They depend on our protection; still they feed us lies from the tablecloth," I said as I shook my head in disbelief.
"Well you'll get to meet some of those people tomorrow night cause 'everybody's going to the party have a real good time'."
"'Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.'" I finished the quote from the invitation on the desk.
"I'll meet you with some of the other guys so we can surround the place."
"Okay."
"Oh I forgot to tell you, this young boy might give you some problems," he showed me a young boy in a black and jumpsuit that had the letters DP on his chest, he had white hair, muscular but skinny, and was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen, but he was no match for me. Then I noticed something unusual, in the picture he was flying.
"Who is he some actor filming the latest action movie?"
"No, he is Danny Phantom, protector of Amity Park, no strings attached on the flying act," he stated.
"And he is a match for whom?"
"I don't know how but he has beaten everything and everyone we throw at him."
"Yea but I'm different."
"But you're dealing with the paranormal."
"You mean……"
He glared at me, "He's a ghost." I burst into laughter, "I'm serious!"
"He's probably an oiled hanger with a sheet over it." I said between laughs.
"He's as real as you and I."
"I don't believe in ghosts."
"Oh really," he turned around to see I was gone. He looked around as I watched him from on a good angle on top of another building. I'd do what he wanted, but I had to leave early. See, he was learning too much about me, no one should know I exist, and if they did ever meet me, they would have to forget terribly, almost drugged, like a sudden amnesia taking over them…… ……….
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Mercy didn't know what she was getting her self into with this one 'simple' assignment. Nobody could prepare for what the effect of this illegal teens party. Of course, most people have been to those parties the popular kids throw; you know, the ones with underage drinking, drugs, no chaperones, and to top it all off it has been thrown and attended to without permission. But this one particular party, would change everyone's life forever.
(Mercy's POV)
Mercy parked the motorcycle Thomas had lent her a block away from the addressed house. She would have to make sure she could get away without being noticed. As she walked she realized Thomas had been right, everyone was going to this party. The streets of Amity had been deserted of its teens. She stopped in front of the walkway to the house and noted that the host had money. She rung the doorbell and heard a 'hold on!' being yelled above the music. The Hispanic girl opened the door, and she reeked of liquor and drugs.
"Who are you?" she asked rudely, and obviously drunk, her heavy liquored breath making Mercy cough.
"A guest."
"A-and," She almost fell but caught herself, then continued her sentence, "how old are you?"
Mercy thought about her answer, then decided on her real age, "Fifteen."
"You're a sophomore? Cool an older person came to my party!"
"Whatever," I mumbled and walked into the house. Kids were everywhere; on the couch making out, other ones playing crazy games, and some chugging down very large amounts of beer bottles. Mercy was amazed that with all the intentions of the government to make sure teens don't get a hold of the age old drugs, they still got them easily enough that they could have parties with this much of it. Most of these kids probably went to the same school, and were drunk or drugged enough to leave intruders like her unnoticed. As she made her way through the crowd, she looked back at the door to see at least five guys on the annoying Hispanic girl. They were practically kneeling before her, and disappearing into her ego and her reputation. I made my way to the kitchen and saw more liquor then I would see at a bar sitting on the table. This party was out of control. Whoever brought the liquor had to break into Fort Knox to get some of this stuff! The intentions of the government, the police, Thomas and others were weak. I felt a sudden impact and was thrown to the ground. I looked up to see the other thief from the video who obviously always wore his letterman jacket drunk and standing before me. His eyes were bloodshot and hewreaked of drugs. I cringed at the sight, he looked terrible.
"Move it!" he snapped.
"Excuse me?" I said as I got up.
"You heard me," he tried to push me aside but soon found that I wasn't a weak little girl like his drugged eyes probably saw right now, but I would admit this was going to be harder then I expected.
"Wow, you're strong," I teased when he tried to push me again. Seconds after that he tried to punch me, and I easily dodged it then pinned him, creating an awkward silence in the party with every single teenage eye on me. He broke free and swung a punch at him when I dodgedit Ipunched him and had him lying on the floor, blood dripping out of his mouth. He glared at me, then in a matter of seconds was on his feet. He spit the blood out on the floor. "I'd rather make out with you then fight you but you lost your chance, but if you're willing turn back right now I can arrange that."
I shook my head and whispered loudly, "Never." He ran to tackle me when momentum hit. Thomas' voice echoed in my head, and our intentions were fulfilled. I took out my gun and shot him and he instantly fell to the ground and died. The whole party stared in disbelief at me. The preppy girls screaming there heads off. Out of no wherethe raven haired boy stepped out of the crowd, "Put the gun down."
"Don't worry kid, this is legal."
"What?"
"This is legal now go back to the party."
"Are you crazy? How is this legal?" He cried freedom. I was being handed to obsoletion. He wasn't being fed lies like he thought he was. Everybody came to this party and ended up seeing this, they came for a good time, not a horror scene. But that stupid kid just wouldn't cooperate!
"We don't live in a fascist nation kid, go back," he didn't move, "I can't explain, go back!" He swung a punch at me when I grabbed him and held him close, my gun to his head. The crowd gasped. I grabbed the radio Thomas had given me and yelled into it, "Thomas where are you? A suspect was killed! Where is the backup?" the line was silent, I gripped the boy tighter. "THOMAS WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" no response………
Isoon noticed thatThomas wasn'tplanning on respondingand thatI would have tofinishthe whole messmyself.
And I was pissed.
Ithrew down the radio, broke it, grippedthe boytighter, and started to mumble inhis ear, "Why don't the presidents fight the war why do they always send the poor?"Iraisedmy volume started to say it louder and louder until it sounded more like chanting.
Andbefore I knew itI was ontop ofa building outside laughing at those anmatuers...