Death and the Calculator

An American Homeland city-stalker/serialist of fashion-world femmes and face-laceration is challenged by a post-hours masked 'interference' cop (Mr. Amlan Satan).

An adaptation of the excellent American crime/psycho city-street cop film Cobra (Sylvester Stallone), which I think you'll like, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced film of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' interpretation). 

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Mr. Amlan Satan was working in the 'insider' game of self-appointed vigilante work in his Homeland (American) city of incomplete-distances readings for the hellmouth(s) of inventive psychosis, working post-hours from his off-duty cop-life consciousness to challenge the hand-axes of a deadly Earthling ('Slasher') who relentlessly pursued and slandered (on social media!) fashion-world females (e.g., models). The Slasher poisoned fashion-women and then left their bodies with one single small tiny face laceration (with his 'famous' lancet) for some anti-capitalist message about the sheer vanity of media age/culture cleats (for the Ego!). Officer Satan renamed himself the 'Scarecrow-Policeman' (SP) and stalked the alleys of the city in his costume/mask in search of the Slasher now...for a Selfie-like (damn).

SP ('Scarecrow-Policeman'): I catch Slasher; Selfie-masked for city-salvation(s).

POLICE CHIEF: I'll keep your hideous-secret, Satan; but don't take any liberty here!

SP: You said it...my half-vigilante/half-cop get-up is all Halloween for no copycat.

POLICE CHIEF: You said it...good luck, Satan/Scarecrow (ha).

Friends, we all know the city of Earth had seen much challenge for darkness and hellmouth; Slasher was simply a new poison in the annals of bad storytelling for folklore, a real Headless-Horseman whose message axes for anti-fashion threat invoked a 'cinema' expression for the erosion of psycho-medicine and intervention. Knowing is what moved Officer Satan, our protagonist 'antihero-prince' cop of the American Homeland, to create a media-aura for vigilance 'theater' to dilute the dialysis of hellmouth created by the Slasher...and his pure antisocial narcissism about the frailty of our world (of capitalism!).

ELIZA: Thanx so much, Scarecrow.

SP: You guessed I was a cop by day; but I won't take my mask off (for you!).

ELIZA: Why'd the Slasher make mark of me (with my name!) on social media?

SP: He's just the Phantom of the Opera (here/now); the city loves you and sports!

ELIZA: Who'd think a Barbie would be an enemy of the mind, Scarecrow sweetheart?

SP: No one...but don't fear...I'm hand-trained in the sport-fashion image of acid.

ELIZA: Thank goodness (ok).

SLASHER: Why did I agree to this TV-interview, cop?

SP (Officer Amlan Satan): Because I tracked you to your mall-hideout.

SLASHER: So what...I worked as a mall security-guard (damn)?

SP: I knew you made a hypothesis surrounded by mannequins, bad-man!

SLASHER: Well, perchance you're like that bumbling Sherlock Holmes, Scarecrow.

SP: Who cares...isn't cinema simply the stuff of therapy for fallouts?

SLASHER: I'm not a dropout...I was prophecy, hero.

SP: I'm no hero, just a challenger for science and democracy (Selfie-like).

SLASHER: Damn!

While Satan hid Eliza (his Rapunzel-damsel) at a hostel-station outside the city, he worked on his hunches to track/find the Slasher, and he did. However, did he fall for Eliza and marry the maiden of hero-lore in this dark tale of city hospitality challenges of hellmouths? We won't tell you, but we can say that for any snake of heaven/hell, there's an image for social media cleats, even in that silence realm of fashion (sure).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)