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Posted by riggs on Oct 26, 2007 15:29:08 GMT -6
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A large black hot rod whipped around the corner at the far end of 5th avenue, nearing central park. Behind him a swarm of police cruisers flew after him in pursuit, sirens blaring. The hot rod sped up the near empty street in the drivers seat a crazy eyed man howled in excitment his long black hair waving wildly as the wind flew past. The car hopped up the hood and tore through Central Park, the cops in pursuit. They whipped past the trees and paths, they drove past a lake, the water shining in the moonlight. Riggs looked back at the patrol cars, a wicked smile formed on his face. He jammed the steering wheel to the right and hit the brakes. The car spun around before coming to a stop, the police cars surrounded him and jumpped out of there cars focusing there guns on him. Riggs stood up slowly reaching in the pasenger seat and grabing a dark red Flying Y guitar. A cord ran from it into a port on the car. Riggs placed the strap over his shoulder and placed the guitar in front of him ready to play. The cops looked at eachother questioningly. "A solo, just for you." Riggs anounced, "Human insects." He added the last part in a mumble and began playing a high whining solo that projected from speakers on the outside of the car. The officers stood and watched, "Sease the playing and come down or we will open fire." yelled one of the officers over a megaphone. Riggs opened his eyes, they were completly black now, and he started playing a faster harder tune. A large shatter and falling of glass sounded from a near by cruiser, and then again from another and another. The tires on the cars popped and the officers droped there guns clutching there hands to there bleeding ears. All the officers were kneeled over in pain as as Riggs unleashed a final loud note sending all the officers flying back ten feet, unconcious. Riggs unplugged the guitar and ajusted it so it was on his back. He jumped down from the car and walked over to a unconcious officer taking out his wallet and removing the money. Riggs straighted and threw the wallet on the mans chest, "Pay back's a bitch." He said as he kicked the unconcious man in the side.
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