The Secret Government Weapon That Could Melt Brains, Explode Heads: An Anti Establishment Short Story
“Nazarene”, by Grant J. Kidney (Part One)
Above image © Zach Johnsen
Her name was Nazarene Natasha Natalya. She was a bad, bad girl- well, according to the government.
Nazarene lived in a pretty messed up world. It’s not the kind of world that you and me are used to, unless of course you’re one of those ‘conspiracy nuts’.
Just lake week for instance, in Nazarene’s own neighborhood, a guy was arrested for selling plants. Yeah, imagine that. Just because someone could feel pretty damn good by smoking these plants does not make this man a criminal!
“What’s for dinner?”, Nazarene implored of her sweet little kitty named Murphy.
“Yeah, me too, Murph.”
Nazarene grabbed a can of tuna from the kitchen shelf and turned her headphones way up, as far as the volume would permit.
Nazarene had such an unusual sense of style. This was a girl who sported unusually bright purple hair and who wore long black trench coats when she felt like prowling about New York’s night scene.
Nazarene kept a blog entitled, ‘Into the Hornet’s Nest’ where she wrote prolifically concerning her personal beliefs about the government. Nazarene’s latest entry, “Government unveils new super weapon that can literally ‘cook’ brains” received mass attention and many thousands of comments.
“According to my sources, the U.S. army will be rolling out a new super weapon with the potential of being able to set folks’ brains on fire.” Nazarene wrote on her blog. “Dubbed the ‘ST961′, the most frightening thing about this new weapon however is that it was designed specifically for crowd control situations here in the United States.”
Nazarene, tuna sandwich in hand, made her way over to the couch where she plopped down with a sigh. Nazarene was exhausted from her day job where she worked as an office assistant, crunching numbers and filing paper work whilst posing as a productive member of society.
As a teenager, Nazarene had always wanted to be a journalist working for a major news network. That idea quickly went out the window however after she had embarked on a personal quest to ascertain just why the world was such an ugly place and full of so many problems.
Nazarene, a true independent woman if there ever were such a thing, sat chewing upon her tuna sandwich, staring at the brick wall in her expensive, New York city efficiency apartment.
Suddenly a knock. Two knocks. Now three. Whoever it was at the door, they had better have a pretty damn good excuse for interrupting Murphy the kitty’s dinner tonight, Nazarene thought.
Nazarene made her way to the door. Before she could even reach for the knob, two men in black suits had rammed their way in, causing Nazarene to fall to the ground.
“What do you want with me?!” shouted the startled young blogger.
“You’re under arrest.” replied one of the sinister looking government agents- both of which who were wearing dark, aviator sunglasses and ear pieces.
“Under arrest for what?”
“Treason, against these United States!” shouted the agents in perfect, angry unison.
Suddenly the agents began reaching for their coat pockets. Nazarene gulped as the two men in black whipped out identical, futuristic looking hand guns.
“But I thought I was under arrest? Now you want to kill me?!” Nazarene hollered.
“Just what in the hell is going on here?” David, Nazarene’s next door neighbor and a dignified, black attorney, had walked in to what was already a very dangerous situation.
“Official state business,” replied one of the government agents. “Stay out of this, black.”
“What did you call me? Sate business my ass! Where is your warrant, gentlemen?”
David came in closer to the agents’ proximity showing that he wasn’t afraid to flex his rights as an American citizen.
“If you don’t show me your warrant, I’m going to… AGHHH!!!”
David fell to his knees, his hands placed tightly on his head which was now throbbing in intense pain. One of the agents stood over top of poor David, holding out his weapon which was emitting some kind of strange, blue glow.
“The ST961. Holy s**t. That’s what this is all about!” Nazarene hurried across her small living room and managed to quickly escape through the window and out on to the building’s fire escape.
“Get her!” shouted the weapon yielding agent to his partner, still tormenting David. “I’ll catch up- but right now I’m going to end this disease ridden monkey-s**t!”
The agent’s partner dashed across the living room and jumped through the same window that Nazarene had escaped from.
David let out an excruciating holler, his head boiling as though it were being super-heated from within. Suddenly David’s entire head exploded, drenching the agent’s pitch black suit in a bright, red paint. David’s headless body fell to the floor, planting right in to his squishy, grey brain matter.
To be continued.
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