Friday, July 8, 2005

   Prologue:
"Whip," Nougat started, "I'm curious . . . why did you wanna make detective?" Cream snickered a little at the sudden question.
"You mean other than the extra two bucks an hour and all the women?" Both detectives had to laugh as the words echoed in the office.
"Yes, besides all that great stuff."
"I dunno," the younger officer answered, rubbing his chin and looking along the top of the back wall, "I guess . . . I just wanted to do something meaningful and interesting with my life, y'know?"


[myOtaku presents, a SomeGuy story . . .]

"Oh my gawd! I can't believe how many hotties were in that movie!" the first girl spouted as the group of six cut their way through the dark, empty Superstore parking lot. Her comment was quickly followed by a sequence of unrestrained giggles.
"That boy was absolutely molestable!" another added as she pretended to swoon and bounced herself off the others. The late hour and the vast amounts of iced coffee the group had drank after seeing the movie had taken its toll on the young high schoolers, and the quiet leisurely walk home was anything but.
"Okay, okay," another girl said, beckoning for her turn, "when they had the shot of him in the backyard . . ."
" . . without the shirt?!" someone else quickly added.
"Yes!" Immediately all six teens shrieked and clutched at each other's arms and jumped around like the schoolgirls they were.

The jumping ended abruptly when an empty beer can bounced quickly across the pavement next to them.

"Will you damn bitches shut the hell up already?!" shouted a young man standing in front of one of the few parked cars in the lot. The girls went silent as they looked through the overhead beams of light leading to the group of four sitting on and around the parked vehicle.
"Hey!" the tallest of the girls shouted back as her friends took up mixed stances upon which to respond. "If you didn't want people to interrupt your night you wouldn't have taken it to a parking lot like a bunch of losers." Another man rose from his seat on the car's hood, staggered slightly, and stepped forward.
"You girls completely brainless?" he questioned agressively. As he spoke, the other two left from their seats and quickly made their way around to the other side of the girls.

The one girl swore to herself and began backing up and away from the approaching group of youths. The girls suddenly found themselves cornered against the side of the Superstore to the four men.
"Next time you should just keep your damn mouths shut," the first man growled before swiping at the closest girl. She jumped back, swinging her purse up in the process and wrapping it around the man's arm; as the man yanked his arm back, the purse went with it and sailed behind all of them.

"That's it, now you've had it!" he shouted as all four of them rushed forward at the panicked and screaming teens . . .

"Ho-lee crap, can you get a load of this?" a voice called out from behind the struggle. Immediately the four men quickly turned around, giving the girls a chance to quickly escape. Once they were a fair distance away, the girls turned back to look: another group of young men were all standing opposite the first group . . .

"Alright, who the frick are you guys?" the first man asked as he eyed the new strangers.
"Oh, just another group of local assholes, much like yourselves," the center stranger replied wryly.
"Oh, you son of a . . ." The agitated man never finished his sentence before he charged forward and swung at the stranger; he was sidestepped and tripped to the ground.
"Alright," the same stranger said as the other four accompanying him cracked their knuckles and shook out their arms, "we just got ejected from the pub and are kinda put off about it. We were hoping we'd find a way to let that off, and, thank heavens, now we do . . ."

Before the first man could get back up, two of the strangers on opposing sides ran up and soccer-kicked him in his ribs with full force, drawing a sharp gasp. The other three aggressors came at the remaining three strangers as best they could.

The girls could only stare in shock from the sidelines as they watched the parking lot brawl play out. The largest of the strangers had run headlong into one of the prior men and forced him backwards onto the ground before pummeling him about the face mercilessly. Another of the newcomers, upon goading someone into squaring off with him, had thrown a handful of dirt and rocks into his opponent's eyes before rushing his knee deep into the man's stomach. The last stranger was circling around his match-up slowly; he dared not make a single move, but he was also not willing to let the other man leave. As he quickly glanced around himself, he smiled when his waiting paid off: three of his friends had finished with their bouts and were able to jump the remaining man from behind. A barrage of kicks and stomps left the man practically motionless as well.

While looking over their field of perverse victory, a couple of the strangers went over to the other men's parked car and help themselves to whatever drinks were still unopened. One of the strangers - the slimmer one who had orchestrated the final blows - stepped over to the fallen purse and picked it up. The girls, meanwhile, were quick to run up to their apparent saviours to offer their gratitude. Their gratitude turned to shock as the stranger opened the purse and pulled out the small wallet.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" the owner of the purse cried out.
"Bus fare," the stranger replied coolly while the girl's question echoed across the vast parking lot. "After that fight, I don't think we're gonna be able to walk the whole way home now." The other strangers who had since come back with drinks in hand were already laughing quietly amongst themselves. Their friend had since extracted a few bills from the wallet and had replaced it back in the purse.
"Oh get off it and give me my money back!" As the laughter around him rose, the stranger took a quick hop and threw the purse down the parking lot as far as he could before turning back to the visibly shaken girls.
"If you ask me, a lot worse could have happened here," he said. "You're all unhurt . . . which is more than I can say for us . . . and you still have all your possessions. Now be good girls and go home. It's a school night, after all . . ." As he turned away with his friends, he heard a shriek behind him.
"Asshole!" the girl screeched out, her voice straining and her tears falling. The strangers, meanwhile, continued to laugh and never look back.

"Man, Fil', that was about as cold as I've ever seen you work!" one guy said as they walked across the street away from the Superstore. Cream shrugged and grinned.
"Yeah, well . . . high school girls really piss me off, y'know? So annoying . . . . ."


Cream Filling: Origins


[And so it begins anew . . . . .]
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