Gweg had gotten up at 7 am as usual. He was surprised to see Satyr already up. He was standing at the kitchen window, drinking a Dr. Pepper and shaking his head.
Gweg: What are doing up so early?
Satyr: Couldn't sleep.
Gweg: What's going on outside.
Satyr motioned towards the window.
Satyr: See for yourself.
Gweg went to the window and looked out. A large group of people had gathered on the street.
Gweg: Who are all of those people?
Satyr: Protesters.
Gweg: Oh god, what did you do now?
Satyr: I didn't do anything. The movie Theater down the street is showing The Da Vinci Code. Those people down there are from the Catholic Church.
Gweg: Don't these people get it's just a movie? Imagine if they found out the real truth about Jesus?
Satyr gave Gweg a cautious look.
Satyr: You haven't told anyone about that, have you?
Gweg: Who would I tell? Who would believe me?
Satyr: Yes. Who indeed.
Satyr gave Gweg a sideways glance and continued to look out the window. Gweg decided to have one last look out the window.
He saw something peculiar. There was an old man standing away from the group and looking up at Gweg and Satyr.
Gweg: Who's that old man?
Satyr: I don't know. I'm done with this nonsense, I'm getting on the computer.
Satyr left the kitchen. Gweg continued to look at the old man. The old man started waving at Gweg and then motioning him to come down. Gweg waved at the old man and left the window.
Gweg: I'm going out.
Satyr: Don't you know who I am?
Gweg: What?
Satyr: I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!
Gweg: What was that about.
Satyr: This video on the net. A couple of guys dubbed over an X-Men cartoon. It's better than that craptacular X-Men: The Last Stand.
Gweg: That's nice. See you later.
Gweg went outside. The old man had been waiting for him.
Old Man: You must come with me Gweg! Your life may be in danger!
Gweg: Who are you?
Old Man: Just come with me, I'll explain everything!
The Old Man led Gweg into a car. The both got into the back.
The Old Man: Here, put this on.
The Old Man handed Gweg a blindfold.
Gweg: Why? Where are we going!
The Old Man: We are going to a secret place. The blindfold is just a precaution.
Gweg put the blindfold on.
The Old Man: Driver, we are ready.
The car took off.
The Old Man: My name is Alexander Livingston. I am the head of a secret organization that has been watching the movements of your friend, Virtual Satyr.
Gweg: Geez, I'd say I'm surprised, but I would be lying my ass off.
Livingston: I'll explain more when we get to our headquarters.
20 minutes later, the arrived at the secret headquarters. Livingston had gotten Gweg out of the car and led him inside the building. When they got inside, Gweg was allowed to take the blindfold off.
Gweg was in a giant room. The only furniture in the room was a great long table with 50 chairs around it. 30 of the chairs were occupied.
Livingston: Please, Gweg, have a seat.
Gweg: Who are you people?
Livingston: We are the ASL, the Anti-Satyr League. We exist for this sole purpose: to makes sure the Virtual Satyr does not bring about the destruction of civilization as we know it.
Gweg look at Livingston, stunned.
Livingston: Please Gweg, take a seat, we have much top discuss with you.
Gweg sat down.
Livingston: The League has existed since around the year 1550, 50 years after the Satyr had arrived on earth.
One of the ASL members stood up.
Livingston: You have something to add, ASL 23MNY?
23MNY: Yes. It should be noted to Gweg that when the League first started, it was not an Anti-Satyr League. Quite the contrary. It was not known as the Anti-Satyr League until the 1800's. The League first existed as a group of people studying the satyr, monitoring his movements in a scientific study of the mythological creature.
Livingston: Thank you, that is correct. Yes, the life of the satyr was pretty boring until he came to America. That's when things started to happen. Satyr was a resident of the Roanoke Colony, having moved out right before the other inhabitants disappeared.
Gweg: Listen, I know about that. What I've always been curious about, but have been afraid to ask him, is how he has managed to live so long. Everything I have read about satyrs tells that they are not immortal.
Livingston: Neither is the Virtual Satyr. However, the ASL has uncovered his secret to his seemingly eternal youth. We know that he was kicked out of Mt. Olympus by Pan himself, for reasons we do not yet know.
Gweg: I think it had something to do with frogs.
Livingston: That may well be, but we do know that time moves slower in that world than it does on ours. A lot slower in fact. We believe that Virtual Satyr had likened himself magically to his world before he was banished to ours. He may be living in our world, but he is aging as though he were in his.
Gweg: That explains a lot. But please tell me why you think he is going to cause the destruction of civilization. I know he is a sociopath who is capable, but I don't think he really cares about doing that. He's only interested in himself.
Livingston: That may be the image he projects, but we know better. ASL 30FMI, if you would please?
Gweg saw a beautiful woman stand up. She was holding a piece of paper. She began reading from it.
30FMI: We have confirmed reports that Virtual Satyr was at Pearl Harbor the day it was attacked. He was in Dallas when Kennedy was assassinated. He was in Florida when the Challenger exploded. He was in Oklahoma City when the bombing occurred. He was in New York City on September 11th.
Livingston: You see, almost every major tragic event in American history, the satyr has been present for.
Gweg: Listen, I know far too well of what he is capable of. I know that he doesn't hold human life in high regard. But he isn't capable of causing that much damage. He's too lazy. He does things on a whim most of the time, and I doubt he would do those things on a whim. Yes, he is mentally capable of doing those things, but he they're too big for him. Most days he hardly even moves out of bed.
Livingston: You must trust us Gweg. You have only known him for a couple of years. Our group has known him for 450 years. Not only is he capable of causing these events, he has been orchestrating these things and studying the effects. That's why each event keeps on getting bigger than the last. He will not be happy until he has brought about complete anarchy to our country.
Gweg: How could you possible know all of this?
Livingston: We have cracked his code.
Gweg: What code?
Livingston: I'm sorry Gweg, but we have not made everything clear to you yet. You see, the satyr has not acted alone, he has been backed up by a group, whom he used to communicate with through the newspapers, but now has contact with through the internet.
Gweg: What group?
Livingston: The LOL, the Liberators of Life. An organization who believes the government is corrupt and is trying to bring it down. They hail Satyr as their leader and inspiration.
Gweg: You've got to be kidding me.
Livingston: NO. Satyr had sent messages to them to organize them in his next attacks. He would do this my writing fake articles in newspapers. The first letter in each paragraph had spelled out the plot of the next attack.
Gweg: If you knew this, why didn't you stop the attacks?
Livingston: The ones he got away with, he had done so using another code, or so we believe. The plots we did discover, we did stop.
Gweg: Such as?
30FMI: An attempt to feed all of the cows in the country Pepto-Bismal so their milk would come out pink. A plot to discredit the Secretary of Defense by calling him a Doo-Doo Head on the Santa-Monica Freeway. A plot to exchange Pauly Shore with an orangutan to see if anyone notices the difference.
Gweg: None of those make sense. Actually, in regards to Satyr, those make perfect sense. But they are nowhere near related to what you claim he has done.
Livingston: Well, we think he planned those just to distract us.
Gweg rubbed his hand over his head.
Gweg: And you say he's talking with them over the internet now? He does spend a lot of time on it.
Livingston: Yes. When the internet first started up, Satyr and the LOL immediately took advantage of it. They would only talk in private chat-rooms, but they made each other aware of their presence through a code.
Gweg: And what code was that.
Livingston: To see id there were any members in a public chatroom who were with the Liberation Of Life, they would tell some random joke, and the members would respond with LOL.
Gweg stared on, in disbelief.
Livingston: We followed suit, in chatrooms, we would ask the chatters ASL?, and then our members would respond by giving the asker their alphanumeric code name.
Gweg: Ok. I'm starting to see the picture here, but I have to ask, if you think Satyr is that big of a threat to society, why don't you just kill him?
Livingston: Because the backlash from the LOL would be disastrous! They hold Satyr in such high regard, that some even worship him!
Gweg: Ok. Now tell me this: Why am I here?
Livingston: You are here because you are the only one who can get close to Satyr. We need you to put download this trojan horse into your computer so we can see what he is discussing with the LOL.
Livingston slid a computer disk to Gweg.
Gweg: Listen, I don't want to get involved in this. I get conned into Satyr schemes enough as it is and I don't need this burden. I'm just going to forget any of this ever happened.
Gweg threw the disk up in the air toward Livingston. Livingston screamed out No! as he got up to catch it. He never caught it, because the disk was hit by bullet and flew away from the table.
Everyone at the table looked toward the doors. Standing there, was a tall man, wearing a black trenchcoat with a bloody smiley pin on the lapel, identical to the one Satyr wears. He was also holding two guns in his hands.
Livingston: You! But how did you find us?
The Man: You stupid old fool! I was staking out the apartment when you took Gweg. I simply followed you here. You thought your driver was on the lookout for anyone following you, but your driver was secretly working for us! But you don't have to worry about him anymore, because I put a bullet through his head.
Gweg: Who is that?
Livingston: That is Sinister Isles! The LOL's best hitman.
Sinister Isles: Speaking of the LOL!
Isles opened the doors. A flood of people came rushing through. It was the Liberators Of Life.
Livingston: ASL attack!
The Anti-Satyr League members all stood up from the table and drew guns out from robes.
Gweg ducked underneath the table.
The gun battle was underway. Blood was quickly painting the walls as the bodies piled onto the floor.
A few minutes later, the fighting had stopped.
Gweg was uninjured. He got out from under the table and surveyed the scene. No one seemed to have survived. But Gweg heard a faint voice call out his name.
It was Livingston. He had been shot twice, once in the chest and the other in his arm. Gweg got down next to him.
Livingston: You need to watch out for him. When the Satyr tries to make his next move, promise me you'll stop him.
Gweg: I promise. But you need to get out of here, I'll call for an ambulance!
Livingston: No. Whether I live or die, it's not up to me.
Livingston looked up in horror, Sinister Isles was standing behind Gweg.
Sinister Isles: You're right. It's up to me.
Isles shot Livingston in the head. Gweg turned around, Isles was pointing the gun right at him.
Gweg: Just make it quick.
Sinister Isles: I'm not going to kill you. You are the Satyr's right hand man. But I warn you this, if you ever think about double-crossing him, I will make you suffer. You see all of these people? They got off easy. Death is not a punishment, it is an escape.
Isles smiled at Gweg and took off out the door.
Gweg left the scene of the carnage. Unfortunately, he didn't know where he was.
Gweg had finally managed to find a familiar landmark and made his way home.
An hour later, he had arrived at the apartment and walked in. Satyr was watching TV.
Gweg stared at Satyr intently.
Satyr: You look like hell. And by the look on your face, it's somehow my fault.
Gweg: In a way, it is.
Satyr: How? I've been here all day.
Gweg explained what had happened.
Satyr sat there and soaked it all in. He sat there, silent, for a couple of minutes after Gweg had finished his story. Finally he looked up at Gweg.
Satyr: Gweg, that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.
Gweg: What?
Satyr: You are trying to tell me that there are two groups out there who are following my every movement, one for me and one against me? Gweg, I have never known you to have an imagination, but when it finally decides to show itself, it come out like the fucking Death Star and all I can do is just look at it and say, "Look at the size of that thing!".
Gweg: You don't believe me?
Satyr: You actually expect me to swallow a whopper that size? ASL? All I have to say to that is: LOL!
Gweg was stunned. He honestly didn't know how to react.
Satyr: Gweg, either you have been smoking something you shouldn't have, or you are tired. I suggest you lie down.
Gweg: That's a good idea.
Gweg turned to go to his room. As he left, he didn't see the odd smile creep up on Satyr's face.
To Be Concluded
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