Snake: City-of-Knightlife

A Story by Abishai100

In a darkened city of writhing corruption/calculation, twins (vigilantes) find cool water-ways for contending with an old-man adversary of things kaleidoscope.

Gothic-noir crime (city-portrait), fiction. Thanks for reading (Happy end-of-Summer),

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Amlan and Ajay, twins and vigilantes working together as mercs-for-hire in their challenged and dark American Homeland city of dreams and nightmares, found new bound-Rationalism to contend with a nefarious older-gent with evil-eyes for an underground diamonds black market that made for serious profiteer-visage 'requiring' more stern forms of punisher-action and prestige wrought from outright terror and sinister-violence, including decapitation of enforcing/inquiring 'overground' policemen...Facebook-like.

The old-man, working as a pirate-like evil sort with American Homeland conquest visions of black market conquest, started actually worrying about the vigilante-heroics of the twins (Amlan/Ajay) who wielded a deadly-accurate silver customized silencer (handgun) to use against the minions of the old-man for thoughts of simple/aimed keratin-salvation (for the Ego!).

OLD-MAN: You two are idealists, dreamers, daredevils, knights, damned (ha).

TWINS (Amlan/Ajay): We make zig-zag daydreams for things of this city, fool!

OLD-MAN: Well, your silent silencer sure makes for diamonds gossip against us.

TWINS (Amlan/Ajay): We think our invisible work is antidote for your visible Hell!

OLD-MAN: Maybe I'm an immortal, someone who may never-die in a world of Hell.

TWINS (Amlan/Ajay): As your gargoyles start vanishing, we'll cast you as Fagin!

OLD-MAN: Fagin, idiots?
TWINS (Amlan/Ajay): Yes, the creepy old-man from Dickens; Facebook-slums.

OLD-MAN: Damn you.

Amlan and Ajay, great vigilantes, started drawing out their view of heroics-deeds in their challenged and dark American Homeland city as their Satanic adversary, the old-man (real name: unknown), started looking more and more like Count Dracula, a leering blood-sucker of things of commerce and customs (for the Ego!). Amlan joked to Ajay, "We may draw first-blood kernels for vampire 'kites' and Holy Water now, in this time of onside kaleidoscopes, brother (ok)."