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Episode
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“Every time this kid whines, I’m
reminded that vasectomies only require local anesthetic and a steel-toed
boot.” Morgan Webb, X-Play Morgan stared at Alan like he was
staring at a trash bag that had broken halfway to the dumpster. As he descended the steps from the main
entrance, he surveyed the dozen knights, all dressed in red and black. He noted each one, appraising their
position and their weapons. With disdain,
he shook his head. At the doorway behind Morgan,
Rebecca stayed by the side, clinging to the shadows just beyond the edge of
the light from the outside. With a
fearful look, she remained hidden. Morgan reached the bottom of the
steps, for the first time noting the clubbers. Gathered at the walls, they waited with
impossible patience for the dance floor to be freed up. None spoke, none moved anymore than was
necessary. They stood still as if
waiting for elevators to transport them back to their world of music. He looked up into the light
fixtures, almost two stories above.
They shown through the darkness in a vast array of hues and textures,
creating shapes of fused light on the floor.
Inside the light, the music played on, the distant melody lost to the
beat of the techno music. “Who’s this guy?” Matt asked to
Ryoko, forgetting about the wounded Roland.
By the bar, Eliot and Donovan, along with the rest of the knights,
watched Morgan, unable to take their eyes away from the predatory aggressor. Alan disengaged from Erik, the other
knights keeping him defensively over Richard. “Oh thank god,” Roland sighed,
slumping to his knees. Across from
him, on the floor, passed out, Matt looked down at Roland,
confused by his relief. He looked at
Morgan and shoved Roland to the ground.
“You must be the big dog,” he said condescendingly, walking towards
Morgan. He strutted confidently
towards the former knight. “You’re the
hot sh!t in this town, right?” Morgan
stared. “Matt,” Alan cautioned across the
distance. “Who is he?” Ryoko asked. “That’s Morgan,” Eliot said, his
usual deranged confidence gone. “Be
careful, guys.” “Are you?” Matt went on,
approaching Morgan, crowding his space.
“You the big dog? Aw-aw!” he
began to bark. “Aw-aw! Aw-aw!” Faster than lightning, Morgan’s
hand shot out, grabbing Matt’s opened mouth, crushing down on his mandible
with his fingers. Matt froze in debilitating
pain, screaming at the top of his lungs.
As the knight dropped to his knees in paralyzing agony, Morgan glared
right at Alan. With nothing but his
hold on Matt’s jaw, Morgan tossed him away as if discarding an empty
bottle. Matt slammed into the steps
and slid to the ground; panting as the agony was slow to subside. Moran stepped onto the dance floor
and started towards Alan. He got halfway
before Ryoko stepped between the two.
The Japanese dame stood with her gaze tall, unfearfully staring into
Morgan’s eyes. Morgan locked glares
with her, squaring his shoulders. Alan swallowed nervously, aware of
the stillness that had befallen the dance club. He glanced to the doorway, for the first
time noting Rebecca. The two saw each
other and Rebecca was still. Alan held
her gaze for a moment, then looked back at Morgan. He was about to speak when he looked at
Rebecca again. He saw Morgan now with
a new optimism. “Ryoko,” he called
over the music, smiling. “Stand down.” She didn’t move. Neither did Morgan. Alan came up from behind her,
gently moving her away. “You must be
the infamous Morgan Brandy…” “Let them go,” he interrupted,
setting his fierce eyes on Alan. The
knight couldn’t help but step back. “I
don’t give a damn what you do to the Blue Knights.” “Thanks,” Donovan called
sarcastically. “But Roland and Sydney are
leaving.” “They started a fight,” Alan said. “What are you? Twelve?” Morgan barked, startling
Alan. “I don’t give a damn what they
did. They’re leaving.” “Or else?” Ryoko asked. Next to her, Alan closed his eyes, visibly
trying to keep control of himself and of the situation. Morgan turned his attention to the
dame. “Are we getting to that point in
the conversation?” he asked, semi-rhetorically. “We’re going to start hurling around what
all we’re going to do to one another.
‘I’m going to punch you in the face’.
‘I’m going to slice your hand off’.
That childish crap.” He looked
back at Alan. “We’re leaving. You got a problem with that, stop us.” He looked Ryoko in the eyes. “If you can.” Without giving them a breath, he
turned and started for the door. He
glanced at Roland. “Get Hobbling for the door, Roland and
Donovan followed Morgan to the exit.
At the top of the stairs, Morgan saw Rebecca waiting. He glanced from her, down to Alan, and
back. When he looked at her, and she
at him, he narrowed his eyes with anger, but said nothing. Turning his back on the gathered knights,
he stepped out into the night. |
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