Cyx: The NY Golden-Child Rescue

A narrated portrait of modern vigilance/vigilantism featuring 'Mortal Kombat' inspiration and 'wry' dark-underworld negotiation(s) for a child-rescue...and New York detention(s).

A vigilante-fable with a 'cool' allegory to the 'fantastic' Cyrax (Mortal Kombat). Enjoy, 

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I've been drawing evil elves of consumerism-Christmastime shopping political cartoons online and then had to become more than just a social critic using comic-book doodles, and it's a daring adventure a simple guy like me, a Mortal Kombat video-game 'junkie' and humble Catholic, can't ever forget, despite the joys I get from making such drawings.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I discovered that a blood-diamond baron in NYC was going to murder a small infant child, the kidnapped babe of a rival druglord in the city after keeping the baby-girl in his dark apartment (luxury) for about a month. I discovered this 'basic evil rumor' in my cyber-comics forums after reading a member-comment about a 'rumor' he heard about 'real-world evils' we comic-book geeks simply don't believe.

 

This is a dark time, and the world's beset by the natural and sinister yearnings created by a capitalism-complicated landscape in this post-9/11 era of ongoing world complexities like the Russo-Ukrainian War. It's the sort of NY environment which gives rise to this psycho diamond-baron (Ion) who I had to 'destroy' to rescue the golden-child of American dreams! You can follow.

BARON ION: I'm putting that baby-girl to sleep with a painless injection to devastate my druglord rival Esteban (musician).

Now, this guy Ion lives in a lavish view apartment in NY and dabbles in 'insured' piracy-smuggled 'blood-diamonds' from conflict-zones like Sierra Leone and stores some of the gems in his 'abode' and showcases them sometimes to his insidious 'pals' from the underground. He's got too many diamonds to count, so I figured he wouldn't 'miss' some of them for a 'fair-wager' or soul-trade. Follow along.

The baby-girl is Sive, a real cutie of a wonder-woman, and she's so small and helpless, and I heard about her and had to rescue her and deliver her to an adoption-agency in Manhattan, just to 'veil' her and shield/get her away from her born-life of drugworld 'connected' nonparenthood existence. How could I not, being a Mortal Kombat (Kitana) junkie and Catholic devotee, folks?

I believe this entire 'child-napping' sideshow to the drug-underworld conspiracy involving blood-diamond traffic has something to do with a 'pseudo-Freudian Inferno' consciousness environment involving the staking of souls/bodies in 'Purgatory' for the sake of 'ascending' a proverbial 'ladder' of raw soulless ambition(s), and it requires a basic human perception solution, which is what I'm seeking for this deliverance from the Hell's painting.

Where'd I get this soul inspiration or compelled heroic? Well, it's all about Cyrax, a Mortal Kombat 'humanized' cyborg-superwarrior who's an embodiment of 'waged' heroics, and I've renamed myself 'Cyx' for this deed, and I'm modeling myself after Cyrax, who's sort of my Ares (god of war). Follow along.

I walk into Ion's apartment after telling his goons that I'm a diamond-merchant with special 'toy-gems' from Transylvania/Crimea which would 'boost' his social prestige regarding 'dabbling' with exotic/foreign toys/gems, and no one would find out the wiser about this soul-transaction. Ion and his goons notice from my get-up/costume that I'm sort of a "Mortal Kombat" character of rather well-designed theatrical presentation(s) and lets me into his dark abode.

CYX (Me): Well, here's the 'toys' (gems) from Transylvania/Crimea, for this strange time, friend!
ION (Baron): I'm no friend; but I like the playful theater of these gems-display(s), Cyx.
CYX: Cool; well, I'll give you these gems if you let me take the baby-girl (hostage) Sive to an adoption-center.
ION: What?
CYX: I'll tell the media the baby-girl was 'misplaced' and I found her to keep her away from crime-worlds.
ION: So?
CYX: Well, then you can still tell your underworld critics, "Hey, look who lost their baby-girl!"
ION: So?
CYX: Well, you needn't worry about the 'stigma' of having to 'dabble' in child-problems.
ION: How'd you discover Sive's a complexity for me --- did someone from Romania/Ukraine tip you?
CYX: Let's just say...I'm your little Mortal Kombat 'character-angel' for this New York story, friend!
ION: I'm no friend; however, I like this 'angle' of cartoon-storytelling; I can still stay 'cool' in underworld.
CYX: The gems from Transylvania/Crimea...for Sive (adoption-center).
ION: Wow; I really don't care if your little toys/gems are fakes or not.

CYX: Cool!

And so, I rode off into the night on my bicycle and donned hooded sweatshirt with Sive (baby-girl) in my basket-pack and took her the next morning to the adoption-center in Manhattan and left the note, "Don't let this golden-child of New York fall into the worsened hands of the modern gargoyles of diamond-dollars, good folks...for right Catholic measure(s)."

What an adventure! Sive's safe. So am I. Cyx is still Cyrax and unknown...since I never removed my costume/get-up while engaged with Baron Ion, so he doesn't even know what I look like, and besides, I'm still a Mortal Kombat junkie...but I now live in 'more enlightening' British Columbia (North America)! That's the whole story of heroic! Thanks for following.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)