The Satan

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This chapter was written by the fabulous BenSobieck

    

Things weren't going as well for Abby, Nick, and Tony, to say the least. And saying the least was the first thing Abby told Nick and Tony to do after being detained by police, detoured on their way to join Darren. They wouldn't be joining in after all.

It started with someone asking for the time, an unusual request since the government regimented citizens' activities. This block of time was for shopping. That block was for eating. No entertainment between this hour and that. And so on.

It provided structure and engendered complacency, which the trio obviously wasn't falling for, and which was why the sharp-dressed businessman that approached them would never have asked for a reminder about the time. No sane person hurried like that anymore.

Abby ignored the request and Tony was in too much of a hurry, but Nick fell for it in the rush of the moment. He paused to glance at his watch, skipping a beat in his gait. That was all the time a police officer needed to rush over and plant a fist into Nick's belly. Tony spun right around and returned the favour, with twice the force.

"Keep moving," Abby urged as Tony helped Nick up, but the two couldn't help themselves. They wanted another go at the officer. It would've been fine had not three other officers appeared, each holding automatic weapons. Tony reached to pull out his pistol, but Abby stopped him with a knowing look. If he pulled the gun out, they'd all be shot to pieces.

"Next time, try not to talk so loud when you're discussing your plans. Just a little tip from someone who knows what he's talking about," the first officer says, rubbing his abdomen as the trio were put in handcuffs.

It was all over.

***

"You ever wonder if the villains in movies know they're the villains?"

The first words the officer had said since Abby, Nick and Tony were handcuffed, checked into the police station, and sat into chairs in a murky interrogation room. The three freshly admitted criminals nervously awaited their fate, due to be spouted from the officer's smug lips. There would be no lawyers, court hearings or assertions of rights. Those were for other times.

"Any ideas?" the officer said when he didn't get a response.

Nick popped in with a, "We didn't do anything wrong." Which is true, except for the law saying otherwise.

"Here's my theory," the officer said, ignoring Nick's assertion. "I believe they think they're heroes, except they got the short end of the stick in the script."

Abby, Tony and Nick remained stoic.

The officer continued as he fussed with a lighter for his pipe. "Think about it. Take your time. It'll make this entire process much easier."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Tony grunted.

"Oh, but I think you do. We found you with an unregistered firearm. That's a serious crime," the officer warned.

"Maybe it was worth the risk," Tony replied.

"Maybe, but remember that it wasn't me who made such possessions illegal. The people, years ago, cried out for their government to protect them from guns. And so, we did," the officer purred. "You, much more so than I could ever be, are guilty of crimes against your fellow citizen. You're not the good guys in this picture. And whatever you might think of people like me, I'm not the bad guy."

Abby twisted her wrists from within the handcuffs, not that she thought there was any chance of escape, but it felt good to resist.

"And later, people cried out for their government to ban all hunting, at the expense of the funds collected to preserve wild spaces and traditional sporting grounds. So, we did, and those areas were sold to developers who paved everything over," the officer continued. "Again, your government wasn't the bad guy in all of this. It simply obeyed the wishes of the people."

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