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 #95: Parking ticket

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This week’s entry: Parking ticket

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A ticket!? A bloody ticket!?
”I have parked inside the lines,” Miko shouted. ”What kind of bullshit is this?”
”Not a ticket, Miko,” his employer said and stretched for the paper slip. ”It is the wrong color, you should know that.”
”What is it then?”
”A note.” The employer scanned the paper in just about two seconds too long for Miko to find it healthy.
”Or rather an invitation,” the employer continued as Miko pressed a button on his car key and the two front doors opened.
The fact that his employer preferred the front seat over the back luxurious back seat still confused Miko. Even though he had gotten it explained to him a dozen times. Everyone wanted to be seen as royalty. Every one except this guy who claimed that seeing what was going on was ’the more preferable in going for a ride.’ The employer didn’t want anyone to open the door either. The automatic system Mika had installed was borderline and almost costed him the job.
”What kind of invitation is it then?” Miko threw himself into the driver’s seat.
His employer first checked the interior to make sure everything was spotless.
”It doesn’t say,” the employer said. ”It only says that Mr. Maldo wants our attention.”
”The pedophile?”
Miko got one of those glares that his employer was so good at. A glare with a mix of disappointment and annoyance. Miko cared very little for that kind of intolerant behavior.
”Yes,” the employer said. ”The one recently accused of murder and pedophilia. He seems to know a great deal about some shady people.”
The radio started at the same time as the engine gave of its first purr.
”Four murdered today on the street. Is it the same killer? Will there be more? Stay tuned on radio Fast Lane as we follow the events live from our studio.”
”Intriguing,” the man in the passenger seat mumbled. ”Miko, plaese take me to the address on this invitation. This someone, not Mr. Maldo, has caught my attention. I think whatever is at that address will be of great interest to us.
”Sure, boss.” Miko put in the first gear and pressed down the pedal.
”Please, Miko. Serious people call me The Reviewer.”

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