Blood Moon And The Body Snatchers

Chapter one: The Oracle

A crow is perched on an old tattered light pole on the south side of downtown. He is pecking under his wing and staring lustfully at an older couple as they walk home. It's the time of night when trouble happens, no one out after midnight is ever up to any good.

All of the sudden the crow snatches his head to the left blinking ferociously. He's heard something in the distance. The young crow leaps from the pole and spreads his wings. he begins to fly through the tattered streets of downtown Atlanta, a place that's southern enough for self-segregation, yet modern enough for 21st century let downs and addictions. He makes a quick right down an alley by an old bread shop and passes a man nearly dead form heroin. He continues and passes a whore in a parked car accepting payment for god knows what. A quick left then another right. He swoops low and passes a young man with a black eye, smoking a cigarette that im surprised the muggers let him keep. None of these things bother the crow, for he is a crow, therefore not tethered to the morals of mortals.

He flies over a low fence to a large area surrounded by buildings and comes to rest on a light pole. Windows go up all sides of the square lot as well as vines. The concrete is cracked and tattered by years of abuse, and you can only imagine the blood these cracks have soaked in. there are people in every window and hundreds of people in the lot itself, separated to form an open square in the center of the lot. There is but one thing written on the walls of this concrete cage. "Law doesn't live here"

In the center of this huddle of people stands a short man in his mid-30s. Male pattern baldness runs in his family. He wears a green pull over sweater and gold medallions on silver chains, he holds a large megaphone and begins to shout about the evening's events.

"Are you ready Atlanta?!?!?" he shouts and the crowd goes nuts. They all seem to be blood drunk.

"Well tonight is the main event where LUMBER JOCK BENSON will defend his title for the underground championship! No rules! No weight class! No tap outs! We go until there is one man standing! Am i right Atlanta?!?!?!" and the crowd goes absolutely crazy.

"All right shut up, shut up!" he says playfully antagonizing the group.

"today we have a pretty evenly matched set up ladies and gentlemen.in this corner we have the champion standing 6 foot 5, weighing in at a whopping 250 pounds of solid muscle. All the way from Decatur, 5 time holder and defender of the underground championship, the axe man himself LUMBER!!! JOCK!!! BENSONNNNNNNNN!!!!!"

The man steps out of the crowd as they cheer like children at an ice cream truck. He's already in his fighting shorts. Expressionless, and almost bored with these fights. He is not worried, or scared, he is just ready to claim his cash prize. His face is littered with scars, the kind of scars that a fist couldn't make, you can tell this goliath of a man has been in his share of scraps.

"And in this corner!" the little man continues "the brave, or stupid, challenger! Standing 6 foot 5, weighing in at a solid 230 pounds! Air to a legacy we can only hope he lives up to! The one and only poster boy! KAOOOOOOOOO LECRAY!!!!!!"

A hushed whisper falls across the crowd as kao takes off his hoodie.

"What? I don't get a cool nickname?" he asks as he stretches his arms.

"You haven't earned one, boy" jock says with a look of superiority

"That's fair" kao responded "I'll just have to take yours after i knock you around a little."

"Whoa whoa whoa! Looks like things are heating up here in the underground folks! But words are for chumps let's see these boys talk with their fists! Whoever is left standing will leave with bragging rights and the prize of 2000 dollars!" once again the crowd erupts.