God Hates Us All
12. State Of Emergency
The humanitarian advocate was naively stupid to come into town.
She was an aspiring musician, who was also a campaigner for human rights and equality all around the world. And the rare part was, she didn't just talk about helping those less fortunate. She actually did it. Footage of her showed her assisting the building of a church in Nigeria, tending to wounded civilians in the refugee camps on the Rwandan border, attending art and craft classes in Burma, not to mention her continual donations to various charities around the world. And now her attention was diverted to her home state of Texas, USA. Terrible things had been happening in her hometown, and she planned to host a free concert, a peace rally, calling on the warring groups to put down their guns and negotiate for peace. She remained undeterred by the constant death threats of Michael Yahweh and his followers in his ultra-extremist cult. She wasn't intimidated by Yahweh's followers picketing her home and throwing rocks and abuse at her and her house. She was there on a mission, to bring love and happiness back to the place she called home. But she didn't count on two people who had the brains, and the hatred, to silence her voice of peace with not just a bullet. They planned to silence her with murder. One that would bring any semblence of peace in this town to its knees. These people were Matt Sanders and Brian Haner.
Matt didn't plan to kill her for only those reasons. He was watching the news, when he came across her on a major news channel giving a press conference. He thought "yada yada yada" as she talked about peace and love and how she wanted it to come back to her hometown... then she said something that enraged him.
"... What happened to that poor girl in my hometown shocked and saddened me as much as anyone else. But I wanted to say something to her husband... Matt Sanders, if you can hear me, you are not doing the right thing. Your attacks on the people who broke you in half will not bring Valary back. I believe that Valary is looking down on you from heaven, and dearly loves you and wants you to lay down your guns. Please, put your guns down!"
Syn remembered that day all too well... it was when he was woken up by Johnny's plasma TV flying through his door, knocking the door off its hinges in the process. And what sounded like a seriously enraged Matt, completely destroying Johnny's apartment. "Matt, man, c'mon, it's okay, it's okay, don't listen to her!" Syn heard Johnny beg Matt; he done a pretty good job of talking above Matt, considering that Matt resembled a rampaging lion at this stage. Syn poked his head out the door, seeing what all the fuss was about... only to have to duck as Johnny whizzed past him and hit the wall. Syn lay in bed, seriously hungover, and watched Johnny cowering on the floor as a volcanic Matt towered above him. "Jeezus Matty, I have an alarm in here, you didn't have to show me a proactive combo-alarm of expensive TV and hairy midget" Syn smirked. Matt snapped to Syn, staring at him with the look of a man seriously deranged. "WHO IS THAT WHORE WHO'S ALWAYS ON THE COUNTRY MUSIC CHANNEL!!!!!? THE BLONDE SWEETY-PIE BITCH WHO JIMMY USED TO JERK OFF TO!!!?" "Uhh... Tanya Carswell?" Syn asked, smirking still, "what'd she do? Get caught with her panties 'round her ankles with some shitbag rapper's dick in her ass?" Syn thought it was funny, and even Johnny was able to chuckle a bit through a broken nose and what looked like half of his blood supply. Matt, though, was seriously not amused. "NO! THAT WHORE CALLED ME OUT ON NATIONAL TV! SAID THAT VAL- VALARY-" what followed was a loud wail that spelled out Matt's everlasting pain. Running from the room and slamming the door to his room behind him. Syn shook his head, perplexed. "What happened, short-shit?" Syn grumbled to Johnny as he crawled out of bed. "That Tanya Carswell was on TV, sayin' that she's comin' here tomorrow to put together a peace rally or some shit" Johnny said, his voice thick through his broken nose, "she was bangin' on about how Val was in heaven and apparently she wants Matt to stop blowin' shit up and loves him and all kinds of shit." Syn's response was to shove Johnny out of the way, head to Matt's bedroom and kick the door open... only to find Matt knocked out, blood trickling from a split open head and a hole in the wall from where he obviously knocked himself out. Grumbling, he pulled out his iPhone and accessed the news feed. "Bingo" he whispered to himself upon finding the article he wanted. He accessed his contact list and dialled a certain number.
"Hola pendejo what da fuck you want ese?" The voice over the phone snapped. "Felipe, it's Brian" Syn said impatiently. "I know that hermano, why in fuck you gotta call so fucking early?" Felipe snapped. "I'll give you 20,000 fucking reasons why it's important!" Syn snapped. Evidently this was a code for a cash job, as Felipe said "...Ahhh, I gottta change of attitude I think ese. What do you need for 20,000?" "You know Tanya Carswell?" Syn demanded. "Ahhh the country bitch, why? You want me to kill her? That'll cost more than 20,000 hermano." "No no no you greedy spic, we just need you to kidnap her is all" Syn said. "Gotcha, we'll find where she is, and we'll bring her over" Felipe said before hanging up. Syn smiled, relaxed. And waited.
Tanya never made it to her concert. Upon entering the outskirts of town she was promptly ran off the road by Mexican gangbangers, pulled from her car, beaten, felt up and bound and gagged before being driven off in a white van. Syn awaited the delivery, chuckling in anticipation. Matt was still holed up in his bedroom.
Tanya was screaming, crying, begging to be let go, but Matt and Syn were on a relentless attack. Not only had she been beaten, whipped, branded with a hot rod and waterboarded, but now Matt was alternately strangling her and burning her with cigarettes. "You fucking disgust me bitch!" Matt screamed in the woman's face, "How dare you bring her up on TV? HOW DARE YOU?!!!" Tanya could only give muffled screams and sobs in reply, screaming loudly when Syn went to town on her with pliers. Her limp, nearly lifeless body was then bundled into Matt's car, heading for the sherriff's office.
It was 7am before the sherriff's deputy showed up to work... and noticed the crucified body hanging upside down. Eyes bulging in horror, he shouted to passersby, "quick! Call an ambulance! I need help over here!"
The press room of the White House was unusually sombre. Some people were holding candles. It was out of respect for Tanya Carswell, a talented young woman who from time and time again stood firm in front of violence. And she had paid for her beliefs with her life. There was not a dry eye in sight as President Obama stepped up to the stage.
"My fellow Americans. We are a nation built to love and prosper. To help those in need. We are NOT a nation of terrorists and non-existant human rights! The situation in Texas is way out of control. Over 500 dead and counting! I hereby immobilize Texas into a State Of Emergency! We shall find the monsters responsible for these attacks, and we WILL take them down!"
She was an aspiring musician, who was also a campaigner for human rights and equality all around the world. And the rare part was, she didn't just talk about helping those less fortunate. She actually did it. Footage of her showed her assisting the building of a church in Nigeria, tending to wounded civilians in the refugee camps on the Rwandan border, attending art and craft classes in Burma, not to mention her continual donations to various charities around the world. And now her attention was diverted to her home state of Texas, USA. Terrible things had been happening in her hometown, and she planned to host a free concert, a peace rally, calling on the warring groups to put down their guns and negotiate for peace. She remained undeterred by the constant death threats of Michael Yahweh and his followers in his ultra-extremist cult. She wasn't intimidated by Yahweh's followers picketing her home and throwing rocks and abuse at her and her house. She was there on a mission, to bring love and happiness back to the place she called home. But she didn't count on two people who had the brains, and the hatred, to silence her voice of peace with not just a bullet. They planned to silence her with murder. One that would bring any semblence of peace in this town to its knees. These people were Matt Sanders and Brian Haner.
Matt didn't plan to kill her for only those reasons. He was watching the news, when he came across her on a major news channel giving a press conference. He thought "yada yada yada" as she talked about peace and love and how she wanted it to come back to her hometown... then she said something that enraged him.
"... What happened to that poor girl in my hometown shocked and saddened me as much as anyone else. But I wanted to say something to her husband... Matt Sanders, if you can hear me, you are not doing the right thing. Your attacks on the people who broke you in half will not bring Valary back. I believe that Valary is looking down on you from heaven, and dearly loves you and wants you to lay down your guns. Please, put your guns down!"
Syn remembered that day all too well... it was when he was woken up by Johnny's plasma TV flying through his door, knocking the door off its hinges in the process. And what sounded like a seriously enraged Matt, completely destroying Johnny's apartment. "Matt, man, c'mon, it's okay, it's okay, don't listen to her!" Syn heard Johnny beg Matt; he done a pretty good job of talking above Matt, considering that Matt resembled a rampaging lion at this stage. Syn poked his head out the door, seeing what all the fuss was about... only to have to duck as Johnny whizzed past him and hit the wall. Syn lay in bed, seriously hungover, and watched Johnny cowering on the floor as a volcanic Matt towered above him. "Jeezus Matty, I have an alarm in here, you didn't have to show me a proactive combo-alarm of expensive TV and hairy midget" Syn smirked. Matt snapped to Syn, staring at him with the look of a man seriously deranged. "WHO IS THAT WHORE WHO'S ALWAYS ON THE COUNTRY MUSIC CHANNEL!!!!!? THE BLONDE SWEETY-PIE BITCH WHO JIMMY USED TO JERK OFF TO!!!?" "Uhh... Tanya Carswell?" Syn asked, smirking still, "what'd she do? Get caught with her panties 'round her ankles with some shitbag rapper's dick in her ass?" Syn thought it was funny, and even Johnny was able to chuckle a bit through a broken nose and what looked like half of his blood supply. Matt, though, was seriously not amused. "NO! THAT WHORE CALLED ME OUT ON NATIONAL TV! SAID THAT VAL- VALARY-" what followed was a loud wail that spelled out Matt's everlasting pain. Running from the room and slamming the door to his room behind him. Syn shook his head, perplexed. "What happened, short-shit?" Syn grumbled to Johnny as he crawled out of bed. "That Tanya Carswell was on TV, sayin' that she's comin' here tomorrow to put together a peace rally or some shit" Johnny said, his voice thick through his broken nose, "she was bangin' on about how Val was in heaven and apparently she wants Matt to stop blowin' shit up and loves him and all kinds of shit." Syn's response was to shove Johnny out of the way, head to Matt's bedroom and kick the door open... only to find Matt knocked out, blood trickling from a split open head and a hole in the wall from where he obviously knocked himself out. Grumbling, he pulled out his iPhone and accessed the news feed. "Bingo" he whispered to himself upon finding the article he wanted. He accessed his contact list and dialled a certain number.
"Hola pendejo what da fuck you want ese?" The voice over the phone snapped. "Felipe, it's Brian" Syn said impatiently. "I know that hermano, why in fuck you gotta call so fucking early?" Felipe snapped. "I'll give you 20,000 fucking reasons why it's important!" Syn snapped. Evidently this was a code for a cash job, as Felipe said "...Ahhh, I gottta change of attitude I think ese. What do you need for 20,000?" "You know Tanya Carswell?" Syn demanded. "Ahhh the country bitch, why? You want me to kill her? That'll cost more than 20,000 hermano." "No no no you greedy spic, we just need you to kidnap her is all" Syn said. "Gotcha, we'll find where she is, and we'll bring her over" Felipe said before hanging up. Syn smiled, relaxed. And waited.
Tanya never made it to her concert. Upon entering the outskirts of town she was promptly ran off the road by Mexican gangbangers, pulled from her car, beaten, felt up and bound and gagged before being driven off in a white van. Syn awaited the delivery, chuckling in anticipation. Matt was still holed up in his bedroom.
Tanya was screaming, crying, begging to be let go, but Matt and Syn were on a relentless attack. Not only had she been beaten, whipped, branded with a hot rod and waterboarded, but now Matt was alternately strangling her and burning her with cigarettes. "You fucking disgust me bitch!" Matt screamed in the woman's face, "How dare you bring her up on TV? HOW DARE YOU?!!!" Tanya could only give muffled screams and sobs in reply, screaming loudly when Syn went to town on her with pliers. Her limp, nearly lifeless body was then bundled into Matt's car, heading for the sherriff's office.
It was 7am before the sherriff's deputy showed up to work... and noticed the crucified body hanging upside down. Eyes bulging in horror, he shouted to passersby, "quick! Call an ambulance! I need help over here!"
The press room of the White House was unusually sombre. Some people were holding candles. It was out of respect for Tanya Carswell, a talented young woman who from time and time again stood firm in front of violence. And she had paid for her beliefs with her life. There was not a dry eye in sight as President Obama stepped up to the stage.
"My fellow Americans. We are a nation built to love and prosper. To help those in need. We are NOT a nation of terrorists and non-existant human rights! The situation in Texas is way out of control. Over 500 dead and counting! I hereby immobilize Texas into a State Of Emergency! We shall find the monsters responsible for these attacks, and we WILL take them down!"
10/8/13