A man's mouth talking into a 'payphone', an amazing archaeological achievement our species left behind in our world but not here ~
"Disseminated venerated and it's all been overstated crawl berated and debated just to keep the guilty sated you can say you're a saint ...
"Like you're different with new paint but I can see through the feint and it drops with the foil ...
"So you toil and you toil and it's just to keep your spoils, never earned, never leaned and in the fire you burn.
"Now you coil with a royal just to say it's the same, and then recoil from the oil that you threw on the flame ! Despoiled all that soil like you think you're Arty Doyle so ...
"Broil and boil and toil that trouble, it'll never be the same because you lived in a bubble so double those troubles and triple your fun !
"Stack all your rubble to cripple the sun !
"Consolidated all related every script is signed and dated since created then translated ... it's all been annotated over here, over there and even in your gated house so what the fuck, little mouse ?
"Whatchu gonna do !? Whatchu gonna do when ... "
('Bad Boyz' remix by Major Lazer)
~ X O ~
Chalk
outlines along the walkways to the tower, splats where the heads would
be, occasionally from other places but usually not. Overlooking the
city, patrols buzz their worries in the sky while one Polaroid after the
next shown developed.
Along
the walkways and into the tower where the bodies remain strewn as they
fell. Efficiency with not an ounce of brutality leaving that much more
horror of headless corpses for the coroner to identify.
Through
the complex and up the tower top where that last one is found, like the
rest. The room is a small bunker of an office, multiple screens still
running.
________
Some
other guy walking down a random street past a crowd of people trying
one after the next to pull a .50 SAW from the sidewalk stone, failing.
Some guy - "And you know ... nothing really changed."
One after the next, great and small they try and try ...
Some
guy - "Everyone just kept on going to work, went home at night like he
was still even there. Like everyone's even more afraid to stop now that
he's gone, it's death's panopticon. Everything the old bastard wanted ... I
guess he got it."
Past the corner market, a nod to and from the people gathered before they turn away to task.
"It's in the hushed tones. The things no one wants to say. We all know ... who the hell could possibly replace him. Nobody. But now that it's settling in everyone's starting to wonder ... what did he even do ?"
Into the alleyway, he pulls and checks his pistol, then and fits it with a scope so large one would have to wonder why.
"People prying into the cracks now ... "
Reaches
to the back of his belt for the fore-blade and fits it reached long
before the barrel. Aft-blade under arm to stabilize and without the gun
both useful.
"Now that people see they don't need him ... "
He fits the barrel's suppressor extension and checks the sights through a passing window where lovers embrace.
"And then they get scared."
Over
the other side of the alley in the window others argue, a cat along the
apex roof, zooms to the windows of the looming complex over, offices
working too late.
"And then they work harder."
He drops the sight and lets the gun-blade hang from the strap as he climbs the fire escape.
"While the news is all about 'prevailing as a people', 'maintaining the way.' They don't even talk about the news anymore."
Chunks
the blade into the building's stone edge and sights back to the
office. Formalda working late with some other guy. He sights her as
she turns away apparently to return from orders and through the door.
"All everyone talks about without ever even talking about it is that the king is dead."
Back to the man watching her walk then out the window with a smile.
"Long live the king." Takes the shot.
~ Money lands on the bedside table, prostitute in bed getting ready.
Prostitute - "So who was he ?"
Some guy - "I don't know. Some fucking guy." Sits on the beds edge.
Prostitute - Over to rub his shoulders, "Hmmm ... some ... guy ... do I care ?"
Some guy - "I'd say of all the king's horses and men ... this one might not make the news."
Prostitute - Whispers in his ear, "Did you kill the king ?"
Some guy - "I'd tell you if I did."
Prostitute - "Would you ever tell anyone else ?"
Some guy - Smiles and turns for her, "I'm buying out your contract."
Prostitute - Laughs indulgently, "So you keep saying ... and then what ? A nice little house and some kids ?"
Some guy - "Yeah. Maybe some part of that. We could always just you know ... get a dog."
Prostitute - "You're walking it."
Some guy - "You're changing the diapers."
________________
At the funeral ~
Investigator - "How you holding up ?"
Formalda - "Fine ... I guess ... "
____
At the coffee shop ~
Nunya - "Oh my god do you think he knows ?"
Formalda - "I don't think so ... he's looking for an angel."
____
Prostitute - "You know it's just a dream."
Some guy - "Doesn't mean it can't come true. Just one more hit and I've got enough for you. And then we'll be free. I promise you."
Prostitute - "Who ?"
Some guy - "Some fucking guy."
('Roses' by Unknown)
~ The prostitute with another man.
The killer walks the streets in the morning, city coming to its own version of morning life.
~ Another man still.
Passing
a small gang on the corner outside a shop called 'Sam's Bullet and
Wares', he gives them a nod and they turn to work, knowing.
~ Another man, cash grabbed with her coat.
Past
counter and through to the back where the guns are being assembled and
bullets being pressed. To the back of the workshop, a desk and a man
waiting.