(Note; Donny's employer will be the first person to respond to this post)
Public libraries are one of the few pure institutions left. They are an absolute good, providing free, easily accessible information to people from all walks of life. A library is a place of enlightenment and peace, true neutral ground. When was the last time, in all honesty, you heard of someone shooting up a public library? People shoot up churches. People shoot up schools. No, don't Google it. Search your own current mental reservoir. If you Googled "library shootings", you'd get what you asked for. If there is a despicable deed, you can bet your last dollar it has been done many, many times throughout history. Just, not that many times concerning libraries.
But still, have you yourself ever heard of someone killing in a library? Yes? Too bad you special starturd, pretend that you didn't. You're ruining this intro, you bastard.
At any rate, folks should respect libraries. That was why the meeting with "First-Degree" took place in one.
*6:00 P.M.*
*A man enters the library. This happened many times today under the stern eyes of the overweight library cop. You know about library cops. They sit at that little desk beside the door, giving everyone the evil eye as if it were an airport and every patron had a dirty bomb under their turban. This time was different. The cop nearly cringed, muscles tensing, cool sweat glazing the back of his neck. There's a funny thing people say about serial killers. "They look just like us". It's true. You might think that a killer may have a special gleam in their eye, or some kind of expression or quirk that sets the wolf apart from the sheep. There is no such thing. But, there is animal instinct. A brightly colored snake hints at danger. Spiders evoke repulsion at a glance. Great fangs and yellow eyes bring out our primal fears, which helped to keep us alive in less civil times. Sometimes you may see or meet someone that itches you the wrong way. The library cop had met a few such folks before, when he had been younger. Not every cop starts out working in a library. Many of them are merely the government equivalents of Wal-Mart greeters, semi-retired folks that can no longer keep up with the serious full-time job they had previously held.
He took a moment to size up the newcomer once more. Nothing wrong with the sleepy smile. The eyes had no murder in them, only a sort of kind tranquility. His bright ginger hair was slicked back, but dry strands fishhooked at the nape of his neck like so many licks of fire. The patron wasn't tall, wasn't muscle-bound. He didn't even seem to have good form. He walked in a slouch, shoulders slightly hunched, right hand sunk in the deep pocket of his black overcoat. Looked kind of like yuppie from New York who might smoke weed now and then, with even the black gloves and gold tie and everything. The hair on the the library cop's forearms stood on end. As he watched this thing lurk past him and into the quiet reading section with the big, comfy chairs, the cop thought of the shows on Animal Planet his granddaughter watched all the time. Could you call the stance of a crouching lion or a coiled snake a lazy slouch? When a lizard eats a bug, does its expression at all change or matter? The cop decided not to dwell for too long on such thoughts. He was too old for this, and was only a tiny pay grade above the frequently mocked position of mall cop. Best not to stir the shit when it's settled.*
Donny stopped in front of the person he had been looking for. He exhaled through his nose with satisfaction. When he spoke, it was like a cross between Forest Gump and Jud Crandall. Wherever he was from, this man sure hadn't been born in the city. His "r"s were "ah"s, and there was no "ing", only "in'".
"Oh, ayuh. Was a dite 'fraid Ah'd miss'd yuh. Bit late an' all, tryin' t'follow them culch d'rections. No sense bein' awl spleeny ovah it naow though. Les' 'ave a talk abaowt business, frahnd."
(TRANSLATED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE)
"Oh, hey. Was a little afraid that I'd have missed you. I was a bit late and all, trying to follow those bad directions. No sense in mulling over it now though. Let's talk business, friend."
Public libraries are one of the few pure institutions left. They are an absolute good, providing free, easily accessible information to people from all walks of life. A library is a place of enlightenment and peace, true neutral ground. When was the last time, in all honesty, you heard of someone shooting up a public library? People shoot up churches. People shoot up schools. No, don't Google it. Search your own current mental reservoir. If you Googled "library shootings", you'd get what you asked for. If there is a despicable deed, you can bet your last dollar it has been done many, many times throughout history. Just, not that many times concerning libraries.
But still, have you yourself ever heard of someone killing in a library? Yes? Too bad you special starturd, pretend that you didn't. You're ruining this intro, you bastard.
At any rate, folks should respect libraries. That was why the meeting with "First-Degree" took place in one.
*6:00 P.M.*
*A man enters the library. This happened many times today under the stern eyes of the overweight library cop. You know about library cops. They sit at that little desk beside the door, giving everyone the evil eye as if it were an airport and every patron had a dirty bomb under their turban. This time was different. The cop nearly cringed, muscles tensing, cool sweat glazing the back of his neck. There's a funny thing people say about serial killers. "They look just like us". It's true. You might think that a killer may have a special gleam in their eye, or some kind of expression or quirk that sets the wolf apart from the sheep. There is no such thing. But, there is animal instinct. A brightly colored snake hints at danger. Spiders evoke repulsion at a glance. Great fangs and yellow eyes bring out our primal fears, which helped to keep us alive in less civil times. Sometimes you may see or meet someone that itches you the wrong way. The library cop had met a few such folks before, when he had been younger. Not every cop starts out working in a library. Many of them are merely the government equivalents of Wal-Mart greeters, semi-retired folks that can no longer keep up with the serious full-time job they had previously held.
He took a moment to size up the newcomer once more. Nothing wrong with the sleepy smile. The eyes had no murder in them, only a sort of kind tranquility. His bright ginger hair was slicked back, but dry strands fishhooked at the nape of his neck like so many licks of fire. The patron wasn't tall, wasn't muscle-bound. He didn't even seem to have good form. He walked in a slouch, shoulders slightly hunched, right hand sunk in the deep pocket of his black overcoat. Looked kind of like yuppie from New York who might smoke weed now and then, with even the black gloves and gold tie and everything. The hair on the the library cop's forearms stood on end. As he watched this thing lurk past him and into the quiet reading section with the big, comfy chairs, the cop thought of the shows on Animal Planet his granddaughter watched all the time. Could you call the stance of a crouching lion or a coiled snake a lazy slouch? When a lizard eats a bug, does its expression at all change or matter? The cop decided not to dwell for too long on such thoughts. He was too old for this, and was only a tiny pay grade above the frequently mocked position of mall cop. Best not to stir the shit when it's settled.*
Donny stopped in front of the person he had been looking for. He exhaled through his nose with satisfaction. When he spoke, it was like a cross between Forest Gump and Jud Crandall. Wherever he was from, this man sure hadn't been born in the city. His "r"s were "ah"s, and there was no "ing", only "in'".
"Oh, ayuh. Was a dite 'fraid Ah'd miss'd yuh. Bit late an' all, tryin' t'follow them culch d'rections. No sense bein' awl spleeny ovah it naow though. Les' 'ave a talk abaowt business, frahnd."
(TRANSLATED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE)
"Oh, hey. Was a little afraid that I'd have missed you. I was a bit late and all, trying to follow those bad directions. No sense in mulling over it now though. Let's talk business, friend."
