Hello all and welcome to the very first Mastercrap theater. I’ll be your host, Poison Apple and for today’s entertainment I present to you the first chapter in a classic series written by myself, Poison Apple.
Set in an unnamed city, in an unnamed location the story of ‘Snowflake’ revolves around the exploits of one of the city’s major gangs A-Soul, short for Artist Soul. Behold as we enter the world of A-Soul and watch as order succumbs to chaos in a series of irreversible events.
Illustrations to come soon. Enjoy.
Snowflake by Poison Apple
It was a cold Valentine’s Day and there were a collection of souls together at an inner city ice rink. Michael Jackson’s ‘Rock with you’ played in the background as people skated together on the ice and a magical air of lust and romance rose to the rafters.
Meanwhile, an aura of malice and discontent loomed in this place at this night. This air came from one who was well known in this city by name and reputation. He sat in the top seats with his partners in crime as he looked down sympathetically at the people down below. Why would he feel sympathy towards them? Because, he knew once what it was like to be carefree and like all other things in life…it must come to an end.
He was known as Script X of A-Soul and beside him sat his colleagues, Poison and Spectrum, also of the same organization. They were planning something big and it was dangerous, but they weren’t strangers to danger, they had nothing to lose and everything to gain. There was fire in their eyes and blood as red as the lips of any sweet woman that they looked down on below.
“It’s time” said Poison and he got up.
Script glanced up at the tall slender black man in the black suit who stood above him. He could see his own brown skinned reflection in Poison’s dark shades before nodding to give his silent approval. Poison adjusted his white bandana and patted down his afro before heading making his exit.
Spectrum then got up to follow suite but still Script sat down with a glassy look in his eyes.
“Yo Script you alright?” Spectrum asked, and he shook him with his hand.
Script snapped back into reality and he looked up at Spectrum who was now standing over him where Poison had once been. Spectrum was a tall, dark man with short, spiky black hair. He stood shivering in black jeans and a black leather jacket. His dark eyes were staring straight at Script, filled with concern.
“You know you can sit this one out if you want” said Spectrum
“Its ok” said Script as he shook his head “I’ll be fine” he said as he got up.
“Alright” said Spectrum as he walked off to the exit.
Script had dark brown eyes that were almost black and light brown skin; he wore a black sweater under a white T-shirt and had on baggy black jeans. Script then followed his partners towards the pre-meditated location for their plot to unfold.
As he walked he stopped once more and looked onto the rink to notice a young woman watching him. Her emerald green orbs were watching him with interest while she casually fixed her long brown hair. His response to this was give a small smirk, then a laugh and walk off in the direction of his colleagues with a feeling of sympathy towards the young woman. She didn’t know what was coming.