Christian had his swarm of future outlaws and junkies. When Jesus of Suburbia came, surrounded by all his disciples, the street was a sea of tattoos, piercings, neon-dyed hair, and black denim.
Jesus of Suburbia looked through his backpack which was full of spray paint (nobody knew how he got it, it was probably stolen). But what he pulled out wasn't spray paint, it was an air-horn. He kicked over a trash bin and stood on it.
"Hey dumb-asses," he yelled, "We're here to reign mass chaos and destruction on all the bastards who screwed up our lives for their own entertainment. We are not to be fucked with. And hell, all the anger has to go somewhere, so destroy anything you can get your hands on! RIOT!!" and he blared the goddamn air horn.
About a fourth of the followers started grabbing for a can of spray paint. Some took out blunt instruments and bashed the hell out of whatever was in their reach. Others started bonfires in trash cans with paper, lighters and aerosol.
In the background Christian faintly heard marching, chanting and guitar music. Oh shit, Christian thought, someone's getting shot. He knew how people would start bitching if there were protesters and a riot. The non-participants would get pissed to the point they would shoot. The bullets were almost always aimed for the protesters because the rioters were armed.
They're all chickenshits, he thought, can't stand up for anyone. Or too stupid, letting themselves get brainwashed.
Then he heard the gunshots ...and screams.
Shit! People are dying because of me. It's all my fault! Dammit!
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Gloria heard the riot and knew what happened to protesters in this circumstance. Oh well, she thought, too late to turn back now.
She was finished giving out the picket signs and gave the guitars their cue.
They all started singing the song they spent all last night practicing
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well gotta know the enemy
RIOT!
Violence is an energy
Against the enemy
Violence is an energy
RIOT!
Bringing on the fury
The choir infiltry
Revolt against the honor to obey
Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
We'll burn it down
The foreman of control
Silence is the enemy
against you urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul
Silence is the enemy
From here to eternity
Violence is an energy
So give me give me revolution!
The protesters (led by Gloria) sang their chant and marched carrying their anti-corruption signs. They got a lot of odd looks, as if the corruption didn't exist. Go ahead and stare, Gloria thought, we're protecting this country's sanity while you're standing at the sidelines, watching it dissolve.
They were just about to pass a church when three men in their Sunday-best stopped them.
"Please, your shouting is disrupting our prayers. We'd appreciate it if you would all go home," one of them asked.
When Gloria saw the gun in his hand she shouted, "RUN! EVERYBODY GO! HE HAS A GUN!"
Gloria gathered the youngest five and pushed into an alley. She heard gunshots and screaming. "Stay here," she ordered and went to save more. She brought two who were shot in the shins into the alley. She left to see if there were anymore wounded. Instead she saw about twenty corpses. She wanted to break down and cry, but she had to be brave. She looked around for the fanatics. They weren't there anymore. Probably telling the 911 operator lies about the protesters, she thought bitterly.
"Gloria, what now?" one of the protesters asked.
"Those freaks aren't out there anymore, head to H.Q.," Gloria answered.
"You coming?" one of the wounded asked
"I'll catch up later," she said.
The survivors were making their way to the Underground Headquarters. Gloria sunk into a corner and started to cry.