Flashes of Sanity #119: Taxi Driver

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Today’s entry: Taxi Driver

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One monster dispersed in the rear view mirror, and another one fell.
Miko refocused on the road ahead. He avoided hitting a man on the street, and repositioned himself on the road.
“That was quite unnecessary, Miko,” the Reviewer said beside him. “He wouldn’t have cared if you hit him or not.”
“How can you be so sure,” MIko snarled back while saving another road walker from his polished hood.
“It is written on every wall. Sinners never die.”
“How can you be sure they never die? How can you know it wasn’t a saint?”
Miko felt the reviewer’s eyes scanning from top to toe as he would judge a fool.
“It is also written on the walls… Saints bleed out on the streets. And besides, I have gotten confirmation of its truthfulness.”
“So, you are saying the monsters behind us were saints?” The passenger in the back seat asked.
Miko had to say, the young boy had been growing on him since they washed the piss of his legs.
“The dragon seems to have been one, Mr. Sooly. The other monster just scattered it looks like. Miko, left here, then first on the left.”
Miko stopped at a metal door without numbers on a street full of doors. Of all the streets they had passed this was the only one that was empty.
“Now what?”
“We go in, rescue the prisoner and go out. If we are in luck it will be prisoners.”
“And you don’t think anyone will get us?”
“No, they are all out ‘never dying’.” The Reviewer smiled at his own cleverness. 
Miko sighed.
Young Mr. Sooly didn’t seem to know if he dared to smile or sigh. 
A series of small bombs took down the metal door. The reviewer was first inside. He whistled, and the room whistled back. 
“Miko, first door to the left. Mr. Sooly, first door to the right. Follow the corridor and check every door.”
The Reviewer himself walked through the corridor ignoring all doors.
Miko kicked his doors open. Mr. Sooly on the other hand pushed them open and peaked inside before he took cover behind the wall. The process took about too long for Miko to tolerate it, and he began kicking the doors from the other direction.
The rooms were all empty.
The Reviewer himself came back with someone on his shoulder. A trail of blood followed his foot steps, but somehow it never dripped on his shoes. Mid-step he slammed his heel against the floor. His foot went straight through the wood. He looked down, nodded, and continued walking.
“Carl Messinger awaits you under the floor,” he said as he passed Miko and Mr. Sooly. “Me and Donna will meet you in the car.” 
“Don’t you dare ruin my seats!”
“Our new beneficiary will gladly pay for new ones!” The Reviewer threw back at him.
“F*ck the beneficiary,” Miko mumbled as began tearing the wooden floor away. “Those seats are priceless.”
“Donna…” Mr. Sooly stuttered beside him.

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Flashes of Sanity #97: Bait

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This week’s entry: Bait

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”Could you do me a favor?” She had asked. Then a kiss on the cheek.
That was Mitch’s first kiss since… Ever.
He was ready to accept anything Donna said after that.
Luckily, it was just to take a box to an alley, and deliver the notes inside. At night.
”Hey!” A voice shouted from the darkness. Then Mitch saw the gun. ”Do you have a delivery for Figo?”
”For Figo?” Mitch stumbled on the words and searched through the box. ”Y-yes, here.”
The man fell down to the asphalt screaming. The blood flew from his hand onto Mitch’s only almost-clean white T-shirt.
“If you even think about taking that letter, I will shoot your head off.” A Long, muscular Woman showed herself in the darkness.
“Damn, you Vanessa!”
“Shut it, Claes, or I will shoot you anyway!”
“So you are the one messing with our business,” she continued and scanned Mitch. “Kind of disappointing. You have a letter to Gondacho, give it to me! And give me the letter to Figo too.”
“Damn you!”
“Claes, you idiot!” The woman screamed back.
Where is the letter, Mitch thought. He heard two gun shoots. He felt new warm liquid hit his body. And the one called Claes fell silent.
“Here it is.”
“Thanks!”
Mitch’s forehead turned cold. His legs turned warm.
“Please.”
“Don’t take it personally,” Vanessa said. “It is just business.”
She pressed the gun harder against his head. A loud bang echoed in the alley.
And Vanessa fell to the ground.
“What is this?” Mitch dropped the box and ran as fast as he could. New bangs echoed behind him. One bullet hit his legs. And he flew to the ground.
“Help!”
A car halted with screech.
“Look at that Miko. Seems like our dear note writer holds promises after all.”
“What do you mean?”
“That you should listen more and think less.”
Mitch felt a hand reaching down his pockets.
“Please, I don’t want to die.”
“Die?” the man asked. “The Reviewer doesn’t kill. I was picking up my letter.”
Letter? When did that end ll there.
“I see… Miko cover the back seat with something plastic. My gift has had an accident.”
“Gift?”
Gift? Mitch thought. A hand grabbed him by the neck.
“Yes. Gift. The little lady sent me an apprentice.”
“Please.” Mitch stumbled on his feet as the.
“Stop whining, it is not a good color on anyone. And lift your feet as you walk. Such laziness can get you shoot in this world.”
A hard push threw Mitch into the back seat.
“I am not an apprentice.” Mitch said. “I am just Mitch Sooly.”
“Your lady friend seems to think different.” Gun shots echoed through the alley. “And I believe her. Now Miko, how about activating those sprinklers of yours.”
Miko’s face split in a smile.
“With pleasure.”
The door slammed shut. Gas poured in through the roof.
“Please,” Mitch whispered. “Help.”
His view blurred, and everything became darkness.

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Flashes of Sanity #93: Crisis in Thoughts

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This week’s entry: Crisis in thoughts

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Captain Cassandra Crisis stared at the blank screen.
Why does this never end? Why does every gangster has to be replaced with two more?
They had caught five mass-murderers, wasn’t that enough?
No, it wasn’t, she sighed. It never was. Just as she closed the laptop she got it confirmed once again.
Two new murders. Within 30 minutes.
“Still here?”
Cassandra looked up to see Kara lean in through the office door.
“Yes,” she rubbed her temples. “ It looks like we will have another rough day tomorrow.”
“Again?” Kara frowned. Then she lit up. “You know what? We need to take the edge off!”
“You think so?” Casandea had to admit, the thought of a scotch down the throat didn’t sound like a bad idea.
“I know so,” Kara said. “And I know just the place. An abandoned warehouse turned into this scary house bar kind of thing. I promise this is an experience you won’t forget for the rest of your life.”
“You got a point!” Cassandra arose from her desk. “Let’s do this!”
Just as she grabbed her coat, her phone buzzed once more. She glanced at it, and sighed.
“You know what? We’ll call in the others instead. This will be a long and stressful night.”
The murder count had doubled in just a few minutes. The phone buzzed as the word ‘BLOODBATH’ popped up below the latest update.
“This has become an all hands on deck thing.” Crisis sighed. “We’ll take the scary house bar kind of thing another day.”
The frown on Kara’s face broke in a smile. “Sure, I will hold you to your words.”

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Flashes of Sanity #88: Criminal Rivalry

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This week’s entry: Criminal Rivalry

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Crime lords. Crime lords. Crime lords. Crime lords.

Oh, Donna sighed, so many they were. Oh, so jealous they were.

You start a pandemic of murders. They must start a pandemic of murders.

You pin it on an unaware father. They pin it on some other sad f*cker.

Donna leaned over the newspaper. Five photos lined up on the frontpage. Five mass murderers finally caught. The mysterious corpses who had been filling the streets since the beginning of the summer where no longer so mysterious. They were just victims.

The police must be so proud. They blamed the alien attack for how long it took them to solve the mess. The truth was more like they had no idea what they were doing. They probably never would.

Wonder how many fathers there would be on the famous thunder chair this year, Donna thought. Probably too many.

With the pictures Donna planted, her father wouldn’t even get the chance to see it. She giggled. He never stood a chance.

The only problem now was to keep everyone thinking he was a monster. After all, he was the only one who has not confessed at this point.

That’s probably a good way to use all those crime lords. All those who still held on to their turf unaware of what was happening among them. Donna threw away the newspaper and began scribbling on her notepad.

All her thoughts ended up on the paper in messy lines. She loved this part. The planning. The adrenaline when she realized how far she had to push the limits was intoxicating. Arousing even.

When she was finished, she looked at the scribbles. There were still pieces missing. Someone who could get under their skin without endangering her.

She knew who that was. Everyone with some connections knew who that was. She shivered. Some bogeymen she had learned were real. The reviewer was one of them. She was not sure she wanted him to know about her. That could mean real danger.

But she needed him. He was the only one who could put the other crime lords on their place once she moved to phase two. The adrenaline spiked again as she began to prepare for how to contact him.

“Why did I kill Mia,” she mumbled. “That puppet would have been perfect here.”

She shrugged the thought away. With Mia still by her side, she wouldn’t be where she was today. She would probably be in her bed playing with her thoughts. That depressing place was the last thing she wanted.

So, she needed to create a new puppet. Someone fragile with nothing to lose in a new friend. She scanned her yearbook.

Then she locked on the smelly kid.

He would be perfect.

With a smile on her face the plan fell into place piece by piece. She shivered again.

Dear crime lords, she thought. I am coming for you.

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