I got drafted, I didn’t get trained, and then I got sent to die in the trenches. But I don’t need to fight her, I just need to kill her. If I fought this ‘Wonder Woman’ I wouldn’t win. Slowly, I reach for my mask and put my hat back on. The secretary scrambles away and I don’t make any sudden moves. What catches my attention even more however is the lasso on her belt. She’s beautiful of course, I was told that but it still catches me off guard. She’s wearing the stupidest fucking armor I’ve ever seen and wields a sword and shield. “I would like to know.” My target says as she enters the room. “Wanna know how I got these scars?” I ask good naturedly. I slowly remove the rubber and porcelain mask that most of the time covers over half of my face. I wipe the stringy remnants of my hair that hasn’t gotten the message and given up yet and undo the leather strap. I take off my hat and drop it on the tiled floor, I can always pick it up later. I get a real kick seeing people react to my old war-wound. Even if she hadn’t nodded, I was going to take my mask off in front of her anyway. There’s a pregnant pause before the secretary nods. “If it would put you at ease, I can take it off.” The secretary doesn’t answer, but she isn’t looking at me either. “I just walked in… Are you afraid of me?” I ask, slightly hurt. The secretary continues to furiously press the hidden button under the desk where she thinks I can’t see. “I’m actually not supposed to say my name… right now. I open my mouth to answer her before closing it. “Who are you?” She asks intensely as she presses a hidden mechanism beneath her desk as I fan my phto to make sure it devops properly. I know I will.” I drawl out, and as promised, raise my camera and take a picture of the secretary. Inside there’s a reception area and the secretary there gives me a gobsmacked look. There’s a gate, but it might as well not even be there given the ease in which I pass through it. The correct flag flies out front and lets me know that I’m in the right place. But over the gate on a stone deck it says ‘Themyscira House’. ‘Themysciran Consulate’ it says out front. I spent two whole hours looking for the damn building before I find it. How many of those are in the city? Can’t be that many. A blue flag with a red and yellow trim, a white cross, and a woman's head in the center surrounded by a halo. It also has a flag out in front of it that should make it easy to find. It should be a three story building in the nicer parts of town. It helps me avoid looking like a lost idiot as I make my way through the streets of the city looking for my final destination. I know only the barest secrets of Moth, enough to not stand out. I can’t wait to show it to the boys back home and watch them bleed from the eyes as they howl in delight at seeing what can’t be understood. It was an ordeal getting here! Some God-From-Nowhere tried to block the entrance to this History but I slipped right by them. I’m the one guy who the Long knew would be able to get here no matter what. That’s why I’m in some place and time I’ve never heard of doing the bidding of assholes. I am a master Adept of the Lore called Knock, and no door may bar me or History stop me. The only reason my ass is here instead of the Long who gave me the orders is because I know all the secrets of the Way That Opens. So here I am in New York on the orders of a Long, who got an order from an older Long, who got their order from a Lesser Name, who got their orders from a Greater Name, who got their orders from an Hour! Here’s the kicker, it was actually multiple Hours! Then I killed one and the rest got on my case and made me do things cause I owe them. All of them are massive assholes! They’re all like, ‘Ooh, lookit me, I’m enlightened and immortal and shit!’ I wouldn’t want to be here unless I had to be. Villains, monsters, organized crime, and things that should never see the light of day moving in the shadows under the streets of the city. Too many people pressed together will always bring problems. In all actuality, I don’t like cities all that much. A city so nice, you say it twice! Ha, I joke I joke. TBH I'm not feeling that good so it may not be my best work. AN: I have the 'vid, and wrote this cause I'm sick and can't think.
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