Killing Zoe (Fanfiction)

A Story by Abishai100

Twins spell 'troubles'/'theater' for Canadian-bacon 'expression' (Toronto) in a 'killer' adaptation of the Avary mod-classic about incomplete-distances to devastating 'guerrilla' fortune-dye.

A 'killer' adaptation of Killing Zoe (Roger Avary), which I think you'll like,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced film/work of inspiration and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression of social theater/art (for 'open' critique).

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AMLAN: You want me to trip to Canada (Toronto), for a blood-diamond vigilante-deed.

AJAY: We're twins/brothers, man; you're not to deny me this reunion-for-heroics (Canada!).

AMLAN: We haven't spoken since college, man; I dunno even what you're doing.

AJAY: Hey, I read your cyber-post about safe-code breaking and computer-alarm systems.

AMLAN: Ajay, I work for VeriCo (New England) now; all I know about you is Edward Abbey!

AJAY: You'll love it, and we'll come out Canadian-bacon clean for the wash/language, ok?

AMLAN: Still into radical 'things' for commercial flares, no?

AJAY: Toronto's flare, brother; my good-twin (ha); we'll look like artists for Halloween!

AMLAN: Facebook like (geez!).

Well, Mr. Amlan Satan thought he was a well-settled good-Catholic citizen of New England until his old/estranged 'radical-things' crazy-twin (brother!) Ajay Satan called him for a vigilante 'examination' in fare-rich Canada (Toronto), where a special/dark (rumored/insured) blood-diamond storage (Ion-company) moved some 'deep-thinker' capitalist-reformists to seek smugglers-highways intercepts literally/figuratively destabilizing world-commerce 'tracks' for the record of inventive consumerism/insurance 'lifestyle' flares for bureaucracy-readings and 'incomplete-distances' to institutionalism and infrastructure 'confidence' lines (for the Ego).

AMLAN: What the Hell are you doing, twin?
AJAY: This is Zoe; she's a teller-bird (bank-insider); I've prepped her as a mock-hostage IQ.

AMLAN: She's lovely, and this is getting eerie (even for us), Ajay Satan!

AJAY: You need to relax while we're holding this entire bank as a theater-audience (shut).

AMLAN: This is borderline-psychotic, and I figured you'd become too much of a thief.

AJAY: Zoe's flare, man; we've got water-rifles for the show (filled with my HCL), so relax.

AMLAN: I get a funny-humor feeling that Zoe's the sort of 'damsel' I'm destined to rescue.

AJAY: Don't get creepy, for brotherhood's bound, Amlan Satan (ok?).

AMLAN: Damn (Facebook like).

AJAY: Shut.

Amlan Satan was the clean-twin, and his costume/mask for that cold Halloween Eve in Toronto (Canada) appropriately seemed more 'theatrical' for hospitality for the stunned personnel/customers/patrons who thought they'd become 'witness' to some insider-stunt for bank-box media/insurance operation message for social media, with lovely-bird (Zoe) as prepped 'mock-hostage' while Ajay Satan, the more 'pirate' of the duo inside, looked like the evil sea-doctor that he was and coordinated the acid-burn of the bank-box and swapped the (rumored/insured) blood-diamonds with eco-message glass-animal miniatures (Ion-company bureaucracy).

AJAY SATAN: Hahahaha, Facebook like.

AMLAN: The cops will pull-up in like 10 minutes (now).

AJAY SATAN: Go kiss Zoe, twin...for Halloween's fare!

POLICE INSPECTOR (Pierre): This is some insider-act for institution-Canadian, but I sniffing.

STREET-COP: All we know is the bank-manager informed us to give it (all) extra-20mins.

PIERRE: Damn (bureaucracy-readings for field goals).

ZOE: Why'd you betray and leave your brother inside that bank, friend?
AMLAN: I knew he'd have that pride-gumption of a 'radical-thing' to make some eco-stand!

ZOE: He was going to kill me, no?

AMLAN: We've half the diamonds, I'll make the (Interpol-relation?) proper exchange.

ZOE: And we're off to a Brussels sprout eatery-dive venture (for retirement-plan?).

AMLAN: Didn't I whisper to you, "Make love to me...and fly-away by subway (now!)."

ZOE: Thanx for the ticket (you're good).

Amlan and his Canadian-bacon damsel (Zoe) departed for (actual) Euro-currency 'intelligence' and toasted their 'micro-miracle' with a culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s); and Mr. Ajay Satan, the pirate-doctor from hell, was rung for his 'chess-ties' to some pretty dark and 'radical-things' eco-terrorism plot-for-dialysis. Was this all worth the 'expression' (for diamonds-are-doughnuts)? You decide, for bread's fruit.