Cobra Lead: Roller-Girl

A Story by Abishai100

Can vigilante/detectives offer the Homeland city a 'quiet-ballet' for numbers in disaster?

A bright Saturday's Eve fanfiction/adaptation of the excellent American street-crimes dialysis holograms tale/film Cobra (George Cosmatos), which I think you'll like,

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Twin brother vigilantes of the Earth (American Homeland) city made a 'wage' for a private-detective stalk of the new environment serial-stalker known as Night-Slasher who preyed upon a magazine/cyber culture doll-girl who was a roller-skate consumerism/fast-food ad-queen for incomplete-distances readings for our Selfie-capitalism commentary culture readings of incomplete-bureaucracy 'leviathan' paranoia for social festivities of pedestrian confidence (e.g., Mardi-Gras).

AMLAN SATAN: This city's mark for the hellmouth for crime liquids.

AJAY SATAN: We're the vigilante-detectives for hire in Hell!

AMLAN SATAN: This Night-Slasher's mark for Roller Girl is weird!
AJAY SATAN: I concur, partner; we'll make for headways in fortune.

AMLAN SATAN: Capitalism?
AJAY SATAN: Who said Robin Hood glass is simply dead?

AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like (sure!).

The Night-Slasher sought to paint the shiny frailty of Roller-Girl's place in post-9/11 era (American Homeland) pedestrian/traffic superstitions for paranoia in commerce/consumerism worry for terrorism/insanity by labeling her as simply a Bride-of-Frankenstein 'accident' for the Ego (wow).

BROS. SATAN: We've found the Slasher at his warehouse-cave (wow).
INTERVIEW: You tracked cues to his agenda for abandoned buildings.
BROS. SATAN: He was an anti-institutionalism messenger of insanity!
INTERVIEW: There's not that many abandoned warehouses in here.
BROS. SATAN: We knew of 3; we marked the right-one for Slasher-IQ!
INTERVIEW: He wanted to become the new Unabomber, yes?
BROS. SATAN: You said it, pal; he was the Devil's Advocate!
INTERVIEW: For cleats?
BROS. SATAN: Selfie-like (city's arts).
INTERVIEW: Heroics in invention-battery (too cool).

BROS. SATAN: Fiction's lead.

Our two protagonist prince-hero vigilantes (the Brothers Satan) began dating Patriots-cheerleader ladies (American Homeland football!) and prepared a nice and gorgeous Irish-stew curry for Saint Patrick's Day and reflected on their laurel for Slasher-art and daydreamed that someday the Western 'worldly' expressions of hospitality-readings in crime-cleats would erect the diner-table chats of (sane) porcelain votes...for all.