Cutting Wedding Phylum

A Story by Abishai100

A tale of incomplete-distances readings for the leviathan of mind's rescue from the pits of 'manmade' bureaucracy/customs/romance learning.

A world crime super tale inspired (loosely) by Se7en (David Fincher). Happy Summer.

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Well, Easter wedding image had fast approached among a socialite couple tied to media worlds in New England (Boston-town, neighboring surrounding suburbia), and they hyped the 'worldly' event on social media, but it now drew interest from a cage-constructing punisher/prison-IQ psychopath, a self-titled homemade 'super terrorist' of customs-destroyer games called Jigsaw. Jigsaw fashioned he was straight from some modern cinema-paranoia image of media-net culture 'faces' of eerie superstitions.

JIGSAW: "Look at this yuppie-universe media-lands couple with their Easter-jovial wedding in Boston-town, unsuspecting of my 'agenda' to place them in a saw-cutting room of Christian-apathy forays for real examination-eye of Western indulgences of perfect marketing (of smores and fudge and confectionaries!)."

Now, this wonderful (if indulgent) media 'universe' pair, somewhat separate in age, but equally rich and New England happy, was suddenly made target for the psycho 'cinema-copycat' adversary (Jigsaw) who sought to pit them in a secret chamber-room after kidnapping them at the reception claiming he was a costumed/delivered clown-artist to take them into his limo for a short-ride for photos (private). He detoured them to his 'star' Christian Saw Chamber ('CSC')...not Facebook-like.

Friends, fortunately, a detective was hired (privately) quickly to this case, after the dashing Easter-wedding couple of New England media circles vanished (post-kidnapping). You see, no one identified or marked the Jigsaw scooping-away our lovely couple in his clown-limo at the Easter wedding reception site, which only generated warm smiles and chuckles. Was Jigsaw an actual terrorist, striking at media-capitalism 'universe' investor hand-axes (for the Ego)? Well, our hero-detective (private-dick) assigned to rescue was none other than the sharp if eccentric Sherlock Shah, a man from the East who settled into Boston-town areas to create privately-assigned local (New England) educational-environment (university campus) securities imagery for American Homeland trust and fiction/storytelling (wow).

JIGSAW: How'd you find this couple (Teddy/Marge)...and me, Sherlock?
DETECTIVE SHAH: I guessed an aristocrat-media couple would be taken here.

JIGSAW: To the Courtyard (hotel) of Boston-town, eh?
DETECTIVE SHAH: I inquired and was told by the concierge you rushed them here.

JIGSAW: That darn concierge noticed I was 'ushering' them to my paid room (hell).

DETECTIVE SHAH: Now that I've posted online about this couple, you emailed me!

JIGSAW: Now that you've my attention, Sherlock, we'll play this game as contest?

DETECTIVE SHAH: Courtyard's fiction, Jigsaw (hmmm).

SHAH: What's this game, Jigsaw?
JIGSAW: A wedding-chapel scene from The Princess Bride (Rob Reiner).

SHAH: The scene with Peter Cook as funny-man ceremony priest?

JIGSAW: In his scene, Cook yields expression for candylands narcissism, no?

SHAH: And you fancy yourself as the axes-opposition of wedding-priest apathies!
JIGSAW: Am I mistaken about Christian vice/neglect/vanity, Sherlock?

SHAH: What's the pit-challenge for this Easter-wedding media-aristocrat couple?

JIGSAW: I told them, "Let the groom cut a finger of the bride; or cut his own foot."

SHAH: Aha, guilt by pledge; the wife seeks lighter pain for herself; groom's valor.

JIGSAW: Fake valor, Sherlock!

SHAH: You despise the cinema-vanity of the 'image' of indulgences-pity (humor).

JIGSAW: Since you're negotiated this 'education' for you, I demand private exile.

SHAH: Selfie-like?

Friends, Detective Shah saved the day. He revealed with calculator-eye the 'agenda' of the psychotic Jigsaw who, despite this bloody-crime IQ, was granted the self-exile 'status' for quiet neglect, given that no one was harmed. He would be sent a special doctor for his incarcerated therapy, somewhere in Brussels (Belgium); meanwhile, Shah became an acclaimed crime-psychology writer, for his Selfie-age of customs-adjective commentary in New England (ha).

COUPLE: Oh, thanx, Sherlock darling.

DETECTIVE SHAH: Easter's save; Boston-town's smores once-more; Jigsaw-vanished.

COUPLE: How'd you know of this man's pledge-prison IQ for our sake, Sherlock?

DETECTIVE SHAH: I guessed his 'acid-brain' for prison-linings of simple leviathan.

COUPLE: Damn (Facebook-like).

DETECTIVE SHAH: Whatever!

Detective Shah decided to adapt his varied crime-story adventures in the West into rather dashing Pulitzer-caliber dark reading about a novel concept featuring allusions to the nature-instinct of criminality, wrath, mistrust, and leviathan...(arguably appropriately titled) Dartmouth. You decide if it'd descriptive...enough!