Topic: M.O.Y.A.

The RPS Guy

Date: 2006-08-08 04:50 EST
Chris jumped from the porch right in step with the walk, the green outline calling out traces that form ghosts and live off street lamps. Boot strings, frayed and peeking from designed confines, bounce about in chaos with the occasional calming of sole. The brim of the hat was seeker of no eyes, pulled down to shadow, the gaze kept constant companion with chaos below. Head down, "Supplication' in the earphone.

A line of trees, the sugar magnolia, indications of the street bearing name and the corner taken to the receding sidewalk bearing the fruit of it's name. There set a figure at the base, shadowed in the heavy leaf and with weapon. Bad intentions catch the glimmer of green ghosts and the slow fade of street lamp host with the sparkle of a toothy nail hammered into the big board. An intimate conversation as far as defining, in detail, the breakdown of a beat down is in request! Post-haste.

Commentary: <voiced by Hall of Fame-er-er John Madden> Head down. Boom! Watch how Chris takes that first step around then corner and Boom! See how his eyes never looked up as he turned the corner" What you want to do, how you really want to approach this situation is Boom! When you turn that corner Boom! Step. Boom! Eyes up. Boom! That way you can keep your head on a swivel. Speed Kills!

There was a flicker of silver, stainless steel touched with the dying light, all of which beholden to the act. The cut, the thin line beyond which you really can't fake, slice the heel, the Achilles, and neutralize the speed. Systematic and unfeeling, it was business. The swing was professional too. A two-by-four, the big board, cracks three ribs easy and shatters one as the nail on the business end hits true.

Chris just crumbled, a rag doll dropped, breaking the fall with his head. The left lung had exploded and life flashed to angels dancing on a pin. Now also with a severe concussion and awake, staring up at the assailant who is bending over and staring back. Chris had but moments to live and he tried to live those last few moments well.

"Why would ya do that' I mean who slices someone's tendon and then hits them with a two-by-four" Seriously, who does that' Ya have killed me and I will never see twenty-one. Ya suck. Go away so I can die now."

"No one is going to die, Chris."

"I'm dying right now."

"Trust me Chris. Just look over there to your left and smile because you are on I Just Went Medieval on your Ass!!!!?

"Now way! Seriously' I love that show."