Of Blood-and-Phones

A Story by Abishai100

A crime portrait of 'football proportion' for our media-culture of leviathan-expression and simplified value helmets.

A tale of incomplete-distances crime detection in the West.

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., David Fincher) and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views).

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AMLAN: What does this guy want?
DANICA: We're assigned as detectives and need to keep nature-queries out!

AMLAN: He claims he's both Michael Myers and a vampire, a football terrorist.

DANICA: We're assigned as detectives and need to keep nature-queries out!

AMLAN: Well, this 'John Doe' claims athletes deserve 7-Sins persecutions.

DANICA: We're assigned as detectives and need to keep nature-queries out!

AMLAN: Facebook-like (surely).

Friends, Amlan and Danica were Western (American Homeland) crime-detective hotshots and enjoyed their hostel-station (inn-Express) stay (in a Homeland-Jersey suburbia prototype town called Echelon) for cyber 'examination' of a serial-killer of Christian fanaticism in the post-9/11 era ('John Doe') modeled after a cinema expression of 'leviathan' for the books and photo-synthesis, and this is their dark 'faerie-tale' of Hell. Follow along in this Summer-season misadventure of what can be framed as high art (surely).

DOE: Thanx for this e-chat, detectives!

AMLAN/DANICA: Why 7-Sins against football, John?
DOE: Haven't you seen The Last Boy Scout (Tony Scott)?

AMLAN/DANICA: Why Echelon, John?

DOE: These TV-culture 'heroes' mark our pride, sloth, gluttony, and envy!

AMLAN/DANICA: What about wrath, lust, and greed, John?
DOE: Damn...I'm at a Halloween store pre-visit to the Town Hall.

AMLAN/DANICA: Happy Halloween, John Doe (surely).

After police nabbed the Michael Myers mask-resemblance serial-stalker of football athletes for social media nonsense/anarchy, Amlan and Danica made toast of their American Homeland trophy with a cool Netflix download of our cinema-culture expressions of simplified 'leviathan' query readings (for Ego-cleats)...Spy Game (Tony Scott).