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Posted by Moon Knight
on 4/8/2009, 5:33 am, in reply to "Children of the Grave Epilogue/Anarchy in the US prologue"
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Manhattan; Undisclosed Location
”London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing.”
“Mmmmm mmm mmmm mmmm.” The young man’s song turned to a hum as he walked through the dark alley ways of lower Manhattan. Not many people would walk through the area alone but he knew things that others didn’t. He knew people. He was somebody now and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it.
Josh Blake was SOMEBODY. It felt good for him when he thought about it, even if he couldn’t tell anyone about it. He knew it and his new friends knew it. That’s all that mattered.
He neared the set of doors and quickly rapped upon them, being careful not to knock to the beat of the song in his head. The door opened from with in and he stepped through pausing just long enough to allow himself to be scanned by the security measures.
Once he had been cleared he continued into the large meting chambers. It wasn’t anything except for the gymnasium for the old school his brethren had taken as their own but chamber sounded so much cooler.
Torches hung along the walls lighting the area just enough to create the right mood. He thought to himself that things were really going to work out for once as another of his brothers struck up a conversation with him about tonight’s meeting.
Before too long the sound of beating drums built until they blocked out all other noise, to the point that some of the newer brothers reached to cover their ears. Josh was not one of them he held his head up proudly letting his heart beat with the drums until the room flashed red and mushroom clouds appeared on the ceiling. He’d been here before he’d seen the light show and fancy video before. He looked at the newer members and saw their eyes glaze over as they too came to realize the same thing he had.
Josh turned his head toward the stage like many others did before one of their leaders appeared from behind a plume of smoke and fire. As the figure stepped out onto the front of the stage the light show above and behind him changed. A peaceful blue streaked through the red making a purple that matched the underside of his cloak. Soon the blue took control of the red annihilating it completely. A bright sun and fluffy white clouds took the place of the explosions and mushroom clouds.
“America will collapse ...this entire world will collapse. We have seen the coming catastrophe. We see where our leaders are willing to take us. God will drown the blacks, the dwarf, the Jews the unworthy of our time, and the so called American president. God will drown America in our seas, in our skies, in our land ... America will be destroyed. And soon the world will follow!"
Josh was mouthing the words even as Flag Smasher spoke them. He had heard a variation before by a terrorist over seas but he didn’t really care if the man before him had plagiarized it or provided it to him.
“America is not the strongest! The people see what they show you. They allow you to see what they want you to see. All the riches we have are fake, borrowed or stolen. The only thing America owns or has that's original is its foolish pride. The majority of the nation is in debt, poor, and homeless. America shows you what they want to show; glitz and glamour. Beautiful women if they have tons of makeup on, handsome men with fat bank accounts, mansions, and Bentley's. You know what America does not promote and shine the light on? No one sees the homeless, the sick that we can not care for, the mentally challenged we hide away, the crack heads bouncing from garbage to corner scrambling for life. America doesn't show real struggle. America does not show you the backbone of their country. They show you the boys playing dress up, the week end warriors! They do not show you you’re reflection in the mirror that reveals all. The do not show you the real leaders of tomorrow. The real army of salvation. I will show you salvation!” Flag Smasher paused allowing his words to sink in as the gathered crowd listened.
“I have brought an enormous army upon you, that starts here and ends here." Flag Smasher stood his back to the false blue sky that was behind him the hung over his ideal world. The video froze in playback and he clenched his fist.
“and you! You are my fists!” Flag Smasher paused after continuing his speech to allow the gathered men below him to shout their agreements.
“HOLD!”
Everyone in the room including Flag Smasher looked to the rear of the chamber at the new voice that dared interrupt.
The red robed man known as Anarky stepped toward the crowd which parted for him as the Red Sea did for Moses. Whispers lead him through the crowd. He rarely left his chambers leaving the rallying of the common troops to Flag Smasher. “Our fist is not whole. There is a broken finger.”
The whispers grew in number and volume as the men turned to look at each other. If you couldn’t hear it you could see the relief as he passed each and everyone until he stopped near Josh Blake.
“Anarchy.” Josh made the motion of an A with a circle across his chest before kneeling before the man in red.
Anarky withdrew his staff and plunged it into Josh’s head in one deft and swift motion. It pierced straight through until it’s tip rung out against the floor. Josh’s head slid down the staff until it touched the floor with a thud. “He was a betrayer to our goal. To our way of life! He wished Order not Anarchy!”
A mixture of cheers and jeers sounded through the crown not because of the boy death but because he had dared betray them and what he had received for his transgressions against the order.
“Know thy fate if you choose to do the same.” Anarky lifted his staff from the wound and stepped toward the stage to take a place at flag Smashers side.
Flag Smashher finished his speech then turned to Anarky. “That one had promise. I thought he had really taken to the cause.”
“He no doubt had.” Anarky’s gold face shone in the lights. “We needed a sacrificial lamb to keep those that may have betrayed us in line.”
Flag Smasher understood but still looked surprised. “How did you choose?”
“Randomly.” Anarky turned to leave the stage. “How else would I?
-TBC-
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