Tar Hill Revolution
Copyright © 2016 by Jenni Gisselbrecht Hyena
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Jennifer “Wholesome” Gisselbrecht
“Shots fired! Shots fired! Officers down!” I heard one of the dirty twelve’s police scanners animatedly blurt out as Emma and I both raised our M4 and AK assault rifles quickly and continued our next champagne life style reign of bullets as pig after pig soon came rushing around one of the charred corner stores on Kane Street, only to gracefully join their now long dead and bloody comrades; with the body count now just as equally on the rise of all the more than many ones of the innocent, mostly young and thriving lives that these fuckers had claimed proud game trophies of for nearly two hundred plus years since the very first days of slavery way back when. Our new wolf boy, Danny Menzelfricke, and Emma’s now happily bonded fiance, was now kicking ass and taking first and last names with his rather simple and old school style hunting bow and arrow and katana while Margaret continued her usual full time Wendigo spiel of ripping through flesh and limb and devouring as our feet pounded heavily across the rocky paved roads and sidewalks, as if soldiers on a trip back in time to the 54th Massachusetts Infantry during one of the final battles of the civil war; in which our ancestor’s more than boldly fought to keep us whole and truly free, only to have nearly every one of those great freedoms shattered in the early nineteen forties all the way up to the present day. I called up Stella who was taking shelter in a nearby beauty parlor setup by the local Bloods along with Jason and Jessica while the many protests on the corner continued. “Yo, yo, yo. My main blast from the prehistoric past, how are Mr. Scott’s wife and the cubs holding up back there with my lovely couple?” “Still pretty shaken up and a little bit shell shocked, as to be obviously expected.” She answered, sadly with a sigh. “But, otherwise all up and still completely in one piece. Your soon to be mama cougar, Jessie here seems to actually be pretty good at keeping the young ones soothed and entertained. She and her husband are definitely gonna raise up one hell of a damn good son when the time comes.” I chuckled. “Yes, most definitely.” I confirmed with a warm smile to Donna and Wendy on my left. “She definitely takes that up both from her sisters and yours truly. We’re almost up to the 45th Precinct now. Donnie and I will both give ya a shout out when we finally bust a cap into good old Kimba the sellout lion. Meet ya’ll in a few.”