Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2005 09:06:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Farrell Mc Nulty <brendanchenowith@yahoo.com>
Subject: Detectives Log - Chapter Twenty-One - Righteous Raids and Rescues

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - Righteous Raids and Rescues

The cops are yellin' at Chesterton to surrender and they point their
weapons, but he ends up grabbin' Eddie as a freakin' human shield. The
poor kid's hands tied behind his back, his feet tied at the ankles,
stripped down to tee-shirt and underwear. For a second, I thought he
looked pretty hot, but then I slapped myself across the face, "you fool,
his life's in danger. These cops start shootin', Eddie's gonna get every
last slug. What the hell are ya doin' to save him? HUH?" That's right.
First I put him through the mill at the club, then I really give it to
'im refusin' to talk and all. Him seein' all-a this crap at such a young
age....I think he can do better. Ya know, I think I might just let 'im go
after this. Not as a partner, but as a partner.

EDDIE - I see the creepazoid gettin' it. GOOD! One down, one more crumb
to go. Wait, wait, wait, hold up there! Before I know it, my hands are
tied behind my back and my feet are tied up, too. I'm still p.o. at
Chesterton for doin' me dirty like he did. "Boy, what a con job! Ya
thought I'd be an easy lay just 'cuz ya dug my costume, and now this -
all because that creep of yours wanted to get even with his boyfriend."
SMACK in the gut. I go down. Practically fetal. "It wasn't just his
boyfriend - it was yours, too. How the hell do you think I felt when I
found out you and what's his name were spyin' on us? You call ME a con
job? You fuckin' jagoff, I liked you for real. I thought you were hot. I
just wanted you to start hangin' at our place so I'd have somethin' to
look at once in a while, to get myself off to when I thought about you at
night. You don't know what you did to me in that suit. I wanted to be
with you!" He bends down to me, starts huggin', kissin', even grabbin' at
me a little. "But we're with other guys", I said. "You mean I WAS with
another guy. That man out there is dead! And yours is next if I have
anything to do about it, if not you, too! You don't get it do ya?" "What
do you mean?" "Look, I've always sort of needed someone, like, all my
life, ya know? My dad and brother hated me, always blew me off, treated
me like I was something different. I didn't have any friends and......I
saw the likes of Batman on t.v. and the two of them were sort of like a
dad and brother to me. Then I saw you guys at the bar the other night for
that contest and I was just destroyed." "Then it wasn't really me ya
liked, was it?" "Of course it was, I still treated you the same when you
were yourself. Not that I ever experienced anything like that. I mean, as
great as you looked that night, I saw who you were underneath that,
and......." He just stopped. He looked at me for a second or two, then
the look of sadness he had on his face turned to anger as he grabbed an
AK-47 and me. He jabbed the weapon in the space between my arm and my
torso and stood me in front of him as he went out to face the cops. I was
bein' used as a human shield. As the cops pointed their weapons at
Chesterton, he stuck the AK-47 out at them through my body and taunted,
"I don't think you want to use those just now. If you do, it's bye-bye
Boy Friday." He paused for a second. God, I hated it when he did that,
he's gettin' another idea, I know. "Or is it bye-bye blue boys!" With the
gun stickin' outta my arm, he blasted every cop in the room. My screams
couldn't be heard over any of that blitzkrieg. Then he stuck his foot in
front of mine and pushed me over til I fell on the floor. He loaded the
AK-47 with another magazine of ammo, then aimed it right at me as I'm
lyin' there, screamin' for my life, terrified outta my skull. I saw his
finger on the trigger. I always believed a real man looks right at his
assailant as he's about to get whacked, but I couldn't help myself this
time. I squinted, heard a pop, then felt somethin' land on my legs. It
was Chesterton! I wasn't hit at all, the pop was.......

.......ME! Man, I thought my boy was never gonna get outta the way. I am
jokin' of course. I had my gun aimed at this bastard the whole time, just
waitin' for a good shot at his head and I got it when he shoved Eddie to
the floor. Chesterton keels over and I cackle, "HOT DAMN! Lucky shot!"
and run over to see if Eddie's okay, or at least how badly he was hurt.
He kept gettin' punctured like a stack of papers gettin' stapled. I saw
this crumb lyin' on Eddie's legs and I kicked him over. "You ain't even
got what it takes to die on this kid's body, much less lay down on it." I
cut his bonds and try to pick him up. "Ya okay, there, boy?", I said. He
looked at me for a second, then went over to where this town's finest
gave up their lives for the two of us, and just stared. After all, these
guys were like his brothers. I give 'im a minute, then walk over to 'im
to try to put 'im at ease. I put my hand on his shoulder, hopin' then to
put his head on mine, or somethin'. Man, I was missin' this kid and now
that I got him back - he shrugs me off. He kinda even shoved me away a
little. Then walked out. "Hey, Eddie, what's the deal?" He wouldn't
answer. He wouldn't look back at me, he just kept goin'. Now, I had to
stay back a little til some more cops got here and then we can clean up
this mess. But I had to see what was up with Eddie. Maybe he was just all
broken up about the cop shootin'. Yeah, maybe that.