Dragon's W.

A Story by Abishai100

A mod-city crime-tale of distances for lights and measures for bio-life (for all).

A civilization insanity/crime portrait. Thanks so much for reading,

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AMLAN: Did you doubt our first case would be simple, Marcus; I didn't (hmm)?
MARCUS: This case is hideous; this horrid-psycho 'dragon' artist is a city-stalker IQ.

AMLAN: Don't treat it lightly, Marcus; we know this John Doe type is (all) magician.

MARCUS: Magician, right; decapitation of policewomen, some Facebook-poke(s).

AMLAN: You're right; seems a 'steady-light' for cop-work for doughnut-ERA, no?

MARCUS: Hey, you're the veteran between us; I trust us for Facebook-praise(s).

AMLAN: Don't fear Hell; this John Doe type is simply 'fertility' adversary for docs.

MARCUS: Good (for bureaucracy).

Our two hero-detectives of Earth had made for special distances to readings as they nabbed the worst Homeland super criminally-insane villain since, say, Charles Manson himself, a real 'nasty' type who went by the name John Doe and surrendered himself willingly by marching into the station where Amlan/Marcus worked and tirelessly offered social media comments about the clues/cues they'd unearth for track for this eerie criminal sociopath who liked leaving messages about 'dragon-art' definition at the sites of bloody cop-women decapitations, usually in city alleyways (post-midnight). This was the Devil himself in the view of Marcus, but Amlan felt this needed a 'right-touch' of gloves/softness, lest they allow a horrible urban antisocial be 'martyrized' as a 'prototype' for criminal-insanity paranoia.

AMLAN: You wouldn't think I'd let this 'art-messenger' go as a 'nut' for museums.

MARCUS: I trust in your 'sage' approach to policework; but I was terrified!

AMLAN: You'd be wise not to disregard such practical-IQ; we proceed infinitely.

MARCUS: Yeah...for the 'sake of art's bureaucracy' (for social media excellence).

AMLAN: Excellence (photo-synthesis).

JOHN DOE: Did you like the art-rendering of the gorgeous angel-lady (hawk)?

AMLAN: I don't dislike your method of highlight art's matter, but I fear your Hell.

JOHN DOE: No one had the gumption to decapitate cop-women in this ugly-city.

AMLAN: You refer to this 'crusade' for empathy as a misnomer for 'ugly-city' lingo.

JOHN DOE: You guessed it, cop; this was a matter of silhouettes of unraveling.

AMLAN: Aha, revelations for the anti-trust 'feelings' of city-life and traffic (terror?).

JOHN DOE: That's what worries me about cop-life, detective; neglect for fashion!

AMLAN: Yes, yes; you're quite a fashion-reader and groping with your own demons.

JOHN DOE: Maybe I've found the Sherlock Holmes to my Iago, detective.

AMLAN: In my view, you're a 'copycat-thinker' with a 'taste' for trending (hmm).

JOHN DOE: Damn (bureaucracy).

When it was discovered that John Doe had committed suicide in his incarceration-center, Amlan/Marcus were inquired for chemistry reaction(s), and they made their social media 'handshake' for their post-heroics and offered the city/Earth a great sigh for what was (surely) a loss of something evil. John Doe (real-name: Unknown) was some kind of antisocial messenger of the 'eeriness' of human life on this fare-rich Blue-Planet of 'incomplete-distances' to traffic/media securities for sanity. He was like a 'bad' movie-villain from some 'gothic' crime-tale (or something), and Amlan/Marcus cheered their relief with a grand worldly-buffet (restaurant) visit on St. Patrick's Day to remind themselves (simply) why any city-crusade (for bureaucracy) afforded all humans a special 'light' for that quality of intelligence-direction. John Doe left the note, "Eat your dragons...remember me as Wonka ('W.')."