It was 7am and the sun was sluggishly lighting the horizon. it was that time of year when the sun slowly leaves us to deal with the darkness and cold a bit more each night. The trees slowly falling asleep, shedding leaves, the grass becomes that unbearable brown color. And no matter how hard you try the sky is always gray. It was at this ungodly hour of reluctance, that the world felt the need to throw a few more punches, a kick or two to the ribs. And everything just begged for a concussion, to digress before the blackness of unconsciousness.
Elsa was getting ready for work, Steve had already left. So she had the place to herself, she sang bee gees songs as she made a Denver omelet, and sipped some coffee down. Elsa hadn’t felt herself for some time but today, she felt better then she did when she was herself. Elsa felt luxurious, Steve left a note on her pillow. The note was very vague, but the intentions of the note screamed out at her. She was to be ready by 8pm sharp, dressed to kill as instructed. They had been a couple for long enough so she figured it was that time. Time to have a nice gold ring put on her finger in a candle lit room, with champagne flowing and love in the air. Elsa's imagination ran wild while the sun crept up lighting her kitchen.
6 months earlier and 90 miles away, in a small town called Hartford a man in a mask walked into a bank. Pulled out a gun and left with a bag of cash. The police said they had leads, but this was just a ploy to hide the police chiefs incompetence. The police chief was named lawrence, he was 50 had been a cop for 30 yrs. But in Hartford the worst thing that had ever happened was a 6 yr old girl getting ran over by her mom as she left for work. So Lawrence was quite clueless, still he needed to prove himself and this was his opportunity.
The man who robbed the bank some how slipped away, completely unnoticed. He had been planning this robbery for yrs, then one day it was time. He wasn’t on the run, he just gradually made his way out of town, camped and fished for a few weeks then moved on. The man who robbed the bank, his father owned a factory that produced anti-depressants. His father was a bit of a scientist and a doctor to say the least. But the robber was suited to acquire the family biz. He failed, he went to college studied, was at the top of his class. Then he got mixed up in a little bit of criminal activity and gave up the ghost. His heart broken father abandoned him. Of course our little crook didn’t care, he just moved away got a job at a steel mill.
rob made his way into the town, Elsa's home town, it had been six months so he felt like all was clear. He bought a small car, one that was crappy enough to not draw attention, but still a descent get away vehicle. Rob found a studio apartment and moved in. Elsa on the other hand was planning a wedding, they were to elope next Saturday. Then spend the next week and a half on a cruse ship in the Rivera, it took six month to plan. Steve had been saving for years secretly.
On the other side of town two fat smoke stacks bellowed out puffy white clouds. Men in hard hats and white cover alls walked around, like they had work to do. It was the morning shift change, the early chaos that slowly drones in to a day of endless automation. Nothing seemed any different then any other day.
Lawrence really had found some leads, he had been doing his homework. Hartford was a small enough town that almost every person could be accounted for, so it looked like the odds were on his side. Lawrence had tracked down a few transaction that seemed suspicious enough. He had found his way to Elsa's hometown, with his snout stuck to the ground. He had found a place to strike, and he was ready to go in guns blazing.
On his way out to his car, rob saw a young woman through the window on the first floor of the apartment building he just moved into she was pretty he thought. She had a feminine glow to her that made him stare for a moment. I think its easy enough to assume this is Elsa, so it was. Rob was just going out to get some things from his car to get ready for the day. A block away Lawrence watched.
Ten minutes later Steve came home unexpectedly, saying their had been a breach at the plant, he needed his hazmat suit. Elsa was glowing, just to have the sight of her love, but still was a bit struck with concern. Steve said it wasn’t anything big, that’s why he was helping, he said no biggy. "I’ll be home for dinner, so don’t worry." As Steve stepped out the door he saw a shot gun pointed right between his eyes. Guess who? It was Lawrence. Now somehow Lawrence with his stellar intellect tracked down Steve as the robber, since all of a sudden he had deposited a bunch of money in his bank account. Steve had to be his man. But the truth was Steve had been hiding his money in a safe he had hidden in his work shed. When the wedding had been set, he deposited this money into his bank account. Coincidentally the very next day after the robbery.
Rob upstairs from his window saw the cop, he almost shit his pants. But when he noticed the gun was pointed at someone else, he felt like the sliest fox ever to live. So here was the dilemma, playing out right in front of him. Surreal like on a movie screen.
As Lawrence pointed his gun, with the snarl of a starving beast waiting to dine. The sirens sounded, the breach wasn’t just a breach. It was a nuclear melt down. Just like the meltdown steve felt in his head as the gun went off. Elsa was right behind him following him after a hug and kiss. Elsa got to taste a bit of it, as brain fragments, blood, bone hair showered her face. Her screaming mouth filled with Steve's head. She swallowed it down, thinking "now your inside me forever my love."
Seconds later the nuclear plant followed suit, and exploded like Steve's head.
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