Cursed by the Law ch4

----chapter 4----

The Virgin Stealers concert was one of the best nights of my life. Renate put way more heart into the songs than the studio album versions. “Death Won't Save You”, “You're Mine, They Die” and especially “Break the Pelvis, Love the Penis” never sounded better, including some new songs I never heard of, and some I could not even believe working that well, like “Total Embrace,” hugging never sounded more metal. The final song was a metalized rendition of “Polka Never Dies.”

 A police officer with a garbage “hd” camcorder from 2008, another with a hunk of wood and metal that would have fooled me into thinking it was Renate's gun body if not for the red dot optic enhancing my vision.

The officer with the fake stg threw the “rifle” into a smelting furnace I previously thought was part of the stage. Renate proceeded with a “burning alive” act that fooled almost everyone in the audience. She then collapsed on the ground, the policeman shutting off the camera. The audience gasped in horror, many still crying when she stood back up again.

“My friends I am officially dead, but these brave policemen have collaborated with me to ensure that I live on! However, their work would be in vain if i just sat by and let this happen to those less fortunate, the blacksmith who did the fake me will happily make more for all of you! With these policemen as our witnesses, we can avoid this and hide in a camp until our husbands and mamono allies can reverse it by democratic means! The midterms are in three weeks, I put in an absentee ballot, so can you!”

My husband left to get my fake gun body and left me to wait in line for the services Renate was offering. Things are looking up.

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Jerome Brown walked down the road as instructed by Google maps. As the signage changed from “Hellsing’s Humanity Fashion” to “Proud to SIFT” and finally “monster-whites not welcome”, he wondered if he was headed in the right direction. The ghost of Jan appeared “Honey, remember that gift I gave you?”

“The elastic headband with metal bits?”

“Yes, you need to put that on, now.” she moved towards the nearest wall

“Alright, fine. I look like I just escaped the seventies.”

“Just trust me” she said as she walked through the wall, and out of sight.

At that moment a group of five people rounded the corner in front of him; all wearing the solid black hoodies and bright red metal faceplates of SIFT protesters. The one in the front confronted him “sir, our scanners detected Monster-white influence in this area, if you could remove any electronic effects, that would help” as Jerome compiled,a bottle of clear liquid was handed to the lead SIFT protester. “Now,” the leader said as he raised the bottle up “unless you have had intimate contact with mamono, this should be harmless. If you have been tainted by those fascists, however…”