The End Is Nigh #8
21 octubre, 2012 3 comentarios
Someone tried to kill Veidt. Proves “Mask Killer” theory. Murderer is closing in. Checked maildrop. Message from Molloch. Connected perhaps?
Next, went to retrieve face-mask from alley. Outside Utopia, police restrained a youth on KT-28S. He was screaming something about president Nixon-Obama. Something about bombs.
Is everyone but us going mad? Over 40th street, an elephant was drifting. Beyond that, unseen spy satellites. If they so much narrow their glass eyes, we shall all be dead.
This relentless world: there is only one sane response to it. The alleyway was cold and deserted.
Our things where we’d left them. Waiting for us.
Putting them on, we abandoned our disguise and become ourself, free from fear or weakness or lust. Our coat, our shoes, our spot-less gloves.
Had three hours before calling on Molloch. Away down alley, heard woman scream, first bubbling note of city’s evening chorus.
Approached disturbance an attemped rape/mugging/both. Cleared throat. The man turned and there was something rewarding in his eyes. Sometimes, is generous to us.