Cursed by the Law ch3

--chapter three--

A TV reporter continues to cover the ongoing investigations, who survived, who died and speculation as to who did this. SIFT was a prime suspect, after all there was a protest there. That alone gets on my nerves, protesting the birth of people. Add to that fact you just murder babies, moms, and those who celebrate them, and they have the gall to claim that WE are Hitler's fans? And that THEY speak for women? Oh, look it was the KKK, which remains a tiny, insignificant speck, just like it was decades before we showed up.

 My husband saw I was getting upset, so he changed the channel. Renate Hoeltzman the lead singer for the metal band The Virgin Stealers. Is giving her last performance next week, because she's a cursed stg 44, a banned assault weapon. She looked like such a trooper. Her death mandated by the state, but she was giving one last stand before her gun body was destroyed. Also it's free for cursed assault weapons and their husbands.

Jack returned my gun body to me. “Alright, i'll have that ready before Saturday”

My husband sighed in relief “Great! What's the charge?” He said.

“No charge, it'll make things look suspicious.” He said “this is not just the people's right to self-defense and the means to it, it's now people who are threatened. I...I can't just let that stand”

“Wow… thanks!” My husband said. He shook Jack's hand, then turned back to me. “Wanna go to that concert? I know you like The Virgin Stealers.”

“Sure! One last date, hide and acclimate myself to a compliant weapons, ride out the statute of limitations-”

“No use. That was removed last year.” Jack said.

“I thought that was just for sexual assault charges!” I said.

“It was extended to illegal firearms possession last year. Dems snuck it into a budget provision.”

“So I'll have to hide until we get this repealed?!”

“Yes, I'm afraid.” Jack said, his face looking at the floor.

“We’ll figure something out, I'm sure” my husband said…

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“I mean, yeah loss of life is tragic, but you have to look at the context.” A news commentator stated. “These Creatures have no interest in dismantling Patriarchy, they just want to participate. I mean look at Sweden: No gender pay gap before mamono, then it comes, not counting monster girls, back at FIFTY CENTS ON THE DOLLAR!, Abortion rights are rolled back. Big shocker people who celebrate the births from total strangers don’t like the right to choose. Australia, Canada and Great Britain have repealed their assault weapon laws. The gals support meritocracy, putting minority representation in major jeopardy. And if that wasn’t enough, these girls seem to want outright fascism, i mean look at the husbands of their greatest leaders” the news commentator droned on and on about how the mamono and the alt-right are linked. Jerome Brown's mind was on the The Maternity Hall Bombing, and how he lived through that.

He was in the process of being incubised by a beautiful oni named Jan when he drank her sake a little too early. He threw up into a trash can just as the SIFT protesters were leaving. Little did he know, that can contained a bomb, and throwing up on it shorted out a key part of the control circuit. That saved him and his wife from the blast. The other trash bombs were too far away. However there was still the collapsing ceiling. A shard of the rafters smashed through her head, killing her instantly.

 He was one of the few survivors of the attack. In the celebration part of the Maternity Hall. Most of the other survivors, ironically, were in the delivery rooms. however , he finds himself unable to move on from Jan. Every mamono thinks I’m trying to cheat on my wife, and is shocked when I tell them she died in the bombing. One girls said it was due to a “smell like a mamono on him” that the mistake was made. It had been three days since the attack I shouldn't “smell” like her. After not turning up crap on google, he looked towards the residence of the Great Mage Geri, if anyone knew how to get her smell off it’s her.

 His number is called as he walks into the room, a mixture of modern medical facility and witches potion shop. After a few minutes, she walks in piece of paper in hand. “I just got done talking to your wife we-”

“SHE'S ALIVE?!” he jumps off of the examination table. Gidder than when he saw Wanda Wayne, the first Oni in the Lakers, bounce the ball of the opponent’s backboard into the net. A spectral image of Jan appears

 “no… I'm not, sorry.” the ghost said.

“As I was saying” Geri continued, slightly annoyed “We have determined that you need to be decoupled from her, the way she was incubised you would have made you dependent on her body for things she can't provide as a ghost.” She grabs a pen off her desk and starts writing “while posthumous decoupling is relatively simple as far as decoulings go, it's still outside of my particular skill set. I would advise that you talk to her.” She pushes a slip of paper in his hand with some codes, an address and a name. When he types the address in it is discovered that the address puts him clear across town. “Well, no time like the present” he said to himself.