Policeman/Stander

A snapped lawman becomes the living-visage of something dreadfully frail about Earthling end zones in the West (American Homeland).

An inventive maniac cop tale. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translation/critique). 

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Mr. Amlan Satan had become a good policeman, in Boston-town, respected and diligent; and then he just snapped. Nobody knew the reason, but that he'd been scarred somehow by a recent case involving a female hostage inside a mall who was bloody murdered, as he watched helplessly as an attending officer, for bad Selfie-comment (wow).

JOURNAL EXCERPTS: "Me thinks to be a leprechaun in fare-rich New England (now!)...masked, armed, and malicious...this new visage I wield (now!) is pure evil for the better (ha)...I prowl now as a man of self-directed violence...I take anarchy out of the powers of fools and into my own hands of skills...my bloody weapon is that cold silent silencer...my kill-count is up to about 20 now (wow)...all my victims represent the failure of civilization; me thinks to make Halloween Selfie-art for the Ego."

INTERVIEW: You say he had a horrid childhood growing up (Jersey).

PSYCHIATRIST: Officer Amlan Satan was a young troubled lad as a boy!

INTERVIEW: Alcoholic mother...that sort of nonsense...inspiration for cop.

PSYCHIATRIST: He'd tell me about dreams of comic book super-heroics.

INTERVIEW: That's basic Freud materialism (surely)...and these new evils?

PSYCHIATRIST: I read of them (online); some masked loon daring Amlan?

INTERVIEW: Or maybe Amlan Satan himself...snapped and turned to Hell!

PSYCHIATRIST: Our files are confidential; no report about child/home IQ.

INTERVIEW: Facebook-like (thanx).

MAYOR: His car's been parked all morning in this New England snow, man.

POLICE CHIEF: We assure you Officer Satan's not the man responsible here.

MAYOR: His car was near the scene of the crime today, man.

POLICE CHIEF: Maybe we're just lucky to have him on-hand for rep, Mayor!

MAYOR: You better be right...I don't want vigilante-qualia in the journals.

POLICE CHIEF: Facebook-like.

RESIDENT: I'm just a darling waitress of this Boston-town, stranger.

AMLAN: You don't have to know my name on this Halloween season night!

RESIDENT: Don't take your mask off...I'll keep you secret; pardon me, ok?

AMLAN: You doubt why I've this silencer in my jacket, don't ya, darling?

RESIDENT: I don't know you, stranger!

AMLAN: You don't have to know me...I know you're a drug-dealer, darling.

RESIDENT: Why me?

AMLAN: Because you're home (Selfie-like).

RESIDENT: This is worse than college-Hitchcock (damn!).

"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)