Thread: Raven's Point

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Dawn, Pixel and Mister Tuxedo shuffled into Raven's Point just as the sun was setting and things began to stir.
"What was that noise?"
"It's Mrs. Downbeete sending her children out the door to school, Pixel, haven't you ever seen children going to school before?'
"Kids go to school here at night?"
"It saves tax dollars, no need for air-conditioning, and kids never want to go to bed anyway most of the time."
Just then a group of small bodys wrangle passed the three of them almost pushing them into a heap alongside the road.
"That was rather rude!" Mister Tuxedo remarked, he being the underworld expert in this field.
"Yes, these children have learned rather well!" Pixel said.
"Well, I'd like it better if we had a much more civilized study programs at the school."
"But, Dawn,the real world only accepts "civilization" when all of the big guys have pummeled each other and has what they want in their pockets, so teaching "Pummeling" is the first step toward that end."
"You don't seem like the average black and white cat to me, what are you , really?"
"Meow, MMMRR!"
"Too late for that, tell me, who are you really?"
As Mr. Tuxedo was about to reply,when they all had to move aside for a boy on his tricycle with a huge backpack on his handlebars.
They hadn't intended upon staring at the child, but they couldn't help it, his head was enormous!
As the trike peddled off into the distance toward the school, Pixel said, "He has to be "The Smart Kid" in the class!"
Mr. Tuxedo thought to himself,("Yes, and did you notice that boy's teeth? Razor-sharp!")

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

As Dawn, Pixel and Mr. Tuxedo stood mindlessly watching the "Big-Headed Boy" peddle away and up the hill, a strong gust of a breeze came toward them, almost making them stumble backward.
The same breeze stopped the "Big-Headed Boy"cold in his tracks, his leg muscles unable to overcome the force of the wind.
"Isn't that too bad, he can't peddle up the hill with the wind blowing", Dawn fretted.
"HEY KID! TURN YOUR HEAD SIDEWAYS TO THE WIND,IT MIGHT HELP YOU!"
"Tuxedo! That was a very unkind remark !"
"Just trying to help that kid, his head seems a little narrower if it was turned sideways, he'd lose some "sail" that way."
Pixel now felt secure enough to put in his 2cents worth on the subject,"I think about a 12 horsepower motor on that bike would do the trick, he'd have no trouble getting over the hill then."
Tuxedo added,"If the wind is still gusting from the same way when he's coming home, he will need good brakes on that trike, otherwise he will have to aim and steer it into something to stop himself."
"Well, if he were my child, I would give him a ride to school and save on any possible embarassment, I think I'll knock on their door and point this out to the parents!"
"Looking for trouble, aye Dawn? Go for it, and it will find you!"
"Mr. Tuxedo, you seem to be anticipating some evil thing from all of this, it doesn't speak well of your character."
"Yes it does, considering the true intent and wretched depth of that "character"!
"Well, we all have our own burdons to bare, and you wear yours like it's a natural thing."
"But you trully don't see, it is!" Tuxedo pawed his left fang, Dawn had never noticed how long and curved it was before, having met him in the dark. Tuxedo's cat-eyes took on a definate repitllian quality to them for a moment, a very old , evil quality, going back to the wonderful , but now defiled original "Garden". Dawn felt a chill in her soul for a moment, then disreguarded it as temporary silliness on her part.
She turned away from Tuxedo and didn't see his tail smack the ground raising a little dust-devil and some wanton sparks.

Dawn walked to the house that the boy seemed to have come out of, as she walked up to the front door she noticed a car parked beside the house. The car was an older, large car with a huge jagged hole cut crudely in the roof,"Maybe that's why they parked under the car port? Keeps the rain out, maybe?
The front door was about a full ten feet high even though the rest of the house didn't seem that large.
Dawn felt uneasy. She felt like someone was watching her from inside of the house. She moved back quickly and looked at the roof of the first floor, there was a face looking at her from the skylight in the roof!
"They probably think you are ringing their door to try and preach to them or sell them something." Pixel said.
"Or maybe they think that you are the official head-measurer from the government and they will be told to get rid of their power-guzzling super-large , inefficient fat brains!"
Dawn let that scurrilous comment go unaddressed from Mr. Tuxedo as she was too busy standing on her tip-toes trying to see into that window on the roof from her position on the curb.

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

The three of them stood there for a long, quiet minute, then Dawn broke the silence,"We should probably go about our business, I do have somethings that I should be getting done today."
Dawn, Mr. Tuxedo and Pixel were all walking away from the front door of this strange house when a delivery truck pulled up and stopped next to the front sidewalk of the house.
The driver got out, walked around to the other side of his truck, he pulled out a low steel frame with four small, but heavy-duty caster wheels on it, laid it down on the sidewalk. He then pulled a yellow nylon rope from his truck, then Pixel noticed the yellow rope was attached to a small electric winch.
The winch shaft telescoped by power out from it's small, compact design and was now a very effective crane for lifting the big box out of the truck, and placing it on that steel framework with the wheels.
The delivery van rocked from side to side as the heavy parcel was handled.
As the driver pushed this package , Dawn noticed that the label on this box said, "Moaner's Big and Tall Man's Store!"
"Somebody in that house has one tremedous appetite to be ordering big and tall men to chew on!" Pixel remarked to no one in particular.
(It could be a giant "Erector Set" for Victor!" Dawn day-dreamed briefly) (I wonder?)(NAW!)

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

Dawn looked at Pixel and Tuxedo,"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"A sound as if someone is gasping for air, or at least inhaling alot of it all at once."
"AACHOO!" The compression of the release was followed by dust roaring up from the ground amid the sound of cracking, breaking wood and the tinkle of glass.
As the dust was settling and the three of them were holding their hands and paws up to their faces, sheilding themselves from the cloud of destruction, they all heard a coughing sound , a very loud coughing sound come from inside the three walls that were left standing of the strange house.
"Hey! Somebody! Help me, get me outa here!"
Dawn looked at the house, but the pleading voice was closer and almost underneath of them, it was the delivery man! He was buried alive!
"You trying to suck-up some overtime pay by goofing off under there Buddy?"
"Tuxedo! You can be SO Calloused and Rude!"
"Do you guys hear a voice coming from this piece of wood?"
Pixel was holding a splintered board up to his ear, totally fooled by the extreme confusion created by this unusual event.
"It's that delivery man, Pixel, not that piece of wood talking."
"Are you sure, Dawn, sometimes wood nymphs can be living in the grains of wood, they are very small, you know!"
"Then you should consider that the next time you have to use some toilet paper, I mean, how cruel can you be to those wood nymphs then?" Tuxedo remarked then smiled slyly.
"Please, get me out of here!"
Before any of these three could move, the top half of a very large man's body came into view from inside of the wrecked house. He took ahold of the largest piece of wall that had collapsed, pulling the top edge toward him he moved it seemingly very easilly exposing the delivery man under it.
The wooden flower box that had been hanging under the window had maintained it's rectangular integrity and supported the entire framed wall, saving the man from being potentially crushed like a grape.
The delivery man's face was covered in dust and dirt from the flower box, some flowers had been replanted coming out of the back of his neck opening of his uniform.
"That camoflauge ain't gunna help you hide, get back on the clock!"
Tuxedo sounded so authoritive for a mere black and white cat?
Pixel held out his piece of wood, the man grabbed it and pulled himself toward Pixel.
"Carefull, don't hurt the wood nymphs."
""What?"
Stress and confusion made the victim's face sort of sag with wonder .
"You have had quite a day already, maybe you should sit down and take inventory of yourself, maybe you need some medical attention?"
"I don't know, Lady, maybe I do, I haven't had this happen in quite awhile."
"Were you in an earthquake or a war before?"
"No, same thing as today, that's why the wall blew out in one piece, so neatly like that, it makes fixing it easier too!"
"Well who is that large man?" Dawn wondered.
"You won't see him anymore today, he's already hiding deep within his tunnel under the house, he is very embarrassed right about now."
"Who's going to repair his house?" "Pixel the Curious" wanted to know.
"I am pretty sure that he does it himself, late at night when nobody's around or watching."
"Why would he want to be underground in a tunnel?"
"Well lady, this thing that seems to be a house is really just the above-ground air vent and skylight for the rest of his place, infact,Alot of the stuff that this guy knows he learned when he was in World War Two."
"You mean,.."
"Yes, he was in the French Underground!"

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

As Dawn, Pixel and Mr. Tuxedo, the cat, walked down the street, Dawn suddenly had something "dawn" on her!
She actually hadn't thought of Victor for a couple of hours now!?
Were the years and longing and seemingly constant turmoil taking their toll?
Had he been replaced by simple companionship?
A deep emotion fear held Dawn in it's grip, she was actually beginning to question her past emotional ties with Victor, maybe she was just maturing, growing away from an extended school-girl "crush" that had already filled so many years and moments of her life, yet now she had been alone for such a long ,long time,..so was it all worth it?
These thoughts didn't set well with Dawn, this was new territory for her, mentally and emotionally.
"Was she just becoming "lazy"?
Maybe she really wasn't up for the efforts required to save and pursue a man such as Victor?
"A man such as Victor?!" What am I thinking?
How would she function without him in her life and heart and mind?

"You might be surprised how smooth things can be in your day-to-day existence without him." Came a strange voice in Dawn's head.
"Who is this in my mind?" Dawn wanted to know.
Silence followed, Dawn waited. Then she waited somemore.......
Mr. Tuxedo spoke to Dawn just then," So did you say this is your hometown?"
Dawn easilly recognised the voice-in-her-head now!
"Mr. Cat-Tuxedo! Stay out of my head! Thank You!"
Mr. Tuxedo feigned surprise, then turned his head and began whistling a broadway show tune as they were all still walking down this street......
Pixel stopped , bent over and fetched a pizza-crust laying along the side of the sidewalk, "Yum!"

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

Exactly where was Dawn's emotional alligance to?Victor had always been there for her.Always kept her from harm.Was Dawn's emotional attachment fading?Was she searching out more than what laid back at Frankenstein's Castle?
Dawn was begining to get confused.Her mind yelled"Whats happening to me??!!""I was born to love just one man!Victor,oh Victor!Where are you now?!"Suddenly her lips opened to let out the cries that were bombarding her mind.Images of her life with her lover,father figure,friend and soul mate......Victor!A gentle breeze brushed by her lovely face as if to tell her that Victor was still waiting.Dawn turned around in confusion hoping to see that familiar figure that she had spent so many years with.Dawn jumped back into the limo and started driving like a maniac towards the only thing that she ever felt any compasion for....her husband.

rod spain

"Dames!" Ain't they something?" Tuxedo remarked in his best imitation of a 1940 gangster movie villan.
Tuxedo and Pixel just stood there watching the squealing limo's tires fade off into the morning light as Dawn could just barely see over the dashboard, looking actually under the windsheild wipers!
"That woman needs a periscope!" Tuxedo said.
"Or maybe just a small pile of pillows to sit on."
"Pixel! What's wrong with you? A pile of pillows would make too much sense and be too easy! At least trying to drive looking through a periscope, there would still remain plenty of mischief-posibilitys for us and the COPS Show to film and enjoy!"
Pixel 's face lit up, he was getting his enthusiasm into the "Tuxedo" gear now!
"And then when she accidentally pushed the torpedo button, would she be in trouble then! Especially if the submarine nets to Tokyo bay had just been closed behind her!"
Tuxedo swung a lightning-quick paw, forcefully to the side of Pixel's head!
"Snap out of it, Pixel! There will be no "submarine nets " behind Dawn on the highway, and she's half a world away from Tokyo bay!"
"S-s-sorry, Boss."
"What we could use would be a motorcycle with a sidecar, that way one of us could drive, while the other one worked the camera to record the crazy driving little Dawn will be doing in her present emotional state, "COPS"-TV, here we come!"
"I think I heard some guy come home and park his motorcycle around the corner here in the alley just a few minutes ago."
"I heard that too, Mr. Tuxedo, look! There is the bike!"
"See that "sidecar" next to the bike? Made to order!"
"What sidecar? All I see is a plastic garbage can on two small built-in wheels."
"Here, allow me to show you,.." Mr. Tuxedo reached in his kidney-pocket of his custom furr-suit and took out a very small hand-held computer."
"Small size, but someone forgot to put a screen on this one, some bargain, Tux!"
"No, this one works "different", I "Borrowed" this one from my friend Bill's lab."
"Your friend Bill has a dog that had this new, small computer?"
"You Simpleton! A "Lab" is also a "Labratory"
"Oh, yeah, so still tell me, where is the screen?"
"Stick this small wire into your ear, now put this probe up your nose, and we will be ready to show you how this works."
"My Uncle owned a "Probe" once, it was red and got 25 miles per gallon!"
"But he traded it in because he couldn't park it up his nose, right, Pixel?"
"You have heard this before?"
"Only twice a day now for six years."
"How far up the nasil should I cruise?"
"Stay out of Bouganville, you're snot supposed to go that far."
"What's gunna happen?"
"You will get-the-picture!"
And there it was in Pixel's mind, clear as a bell, he was riding in a sidecar, very fast, down some rural path that was supposed to actually be a road!
Tuxedo was driving the bike, he was wearing a uniform and steel helmet, goggles were on his eyes, the yellow dust was billowing all around them. Looking over his shoulder, Pixel was trully startled to see a whole formation of like machines behind him on this beautiful sunny day.
"Be ready Herr Gruppenkommando Von Pixel, have your machine gun cocked and ready, there may be a French roadblock around the next corner!"
As the machines roared around this blind corner, there were several Frenchmen sitting having some wine and cheese at a small round table in the shade of a huge tree that may have watched Roman legions as a sapling marching up this very path.
Pixel really didn't want to machine-gun anyone, he closed his eyes, pulled the trigger, the motorcycle flipped as the weight of the huge palamino crushed downward, Roy went head-first into the pile of hay beside the wine-sipping Frenchmen, one of them looked at Roy and said in perfect "American" english, "You are too late, I removed my woman from the hay just minutes ago, hahahaha!"
That "Frenchman" was obviously a deserter from our army left behind, unpunished since world war one.
"So who's dream is this anyhow? I know it usta be mine, when I deserted and hooked-up with Monique, but she got bored with me, heck, I got bored with me!"
"I don't believe this is a dream, I think that this is an artificial-reality to enhance the buying mood of a potential customer for various products, "Entertainment" is fine, but commerce and large purchases is what makes the millions roll in."
"Then you are telling me that I am just a dream in your 60 second motorcycle ad?"
"It would seem to be that way, sir, sorry."
"Well then if I do something fairly brutal , it won't mean beans, will it then?"
"Brutal? I don't think I like the sound of that word as it rolled from your lower, festered, scabby lip."
Before Pixel could even think of doing a "Fight" or "Flight" reaction, this drawling "Faux-Frenchman" rammed Pixel's head through the remaining spokes on the fron tire(good thing they weren't solid-disc type wheels!)
He then tried to spin the wheel, choking Pixel as his neckway bent and kinked repeatedly.
"That's it, I've seen enough, you're hired "Frenchy", Tuxedo said as he climbed down from the nearby tree that he had arranged for the wrecking bike to comfortably throw him into.
"Hired!?"
"So, Pixel, did you see and learn anything about "sidecars" from all of this?"
"Yes, I believe that I did!"
"..and it was ?"
"The plastic garbage can with the small wheels will work in lieu of a real sidecar!"
"Very good, go to the head of the class!"

Moments later , all alone in the speeding limo, Dawn saw a glimmer in the rear-view mirror, something stirring up alot of dust as it was gaining on her!
It looked like it might be a motorcylce with a large man driving it , with an animal of some small sort on his lap, but the strangest thing looked like a plastic garbage can next to the motorcylce, it was whipping violently from side to side and smoke or fumes of some sort were pouring out from beneath it!


"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

Even tho Dawn could barely make out the images that were reflecting in her rear view mirror,she knew that she musn't deter from her utmost mission...to get back to her Victor.As she drove like the perverbial Bat outta Hell,she was more determined to be next to her true love.Just then Dawn
glanced up in the rearview mirror again and noticed her makeup wasn't quite right.
Dawn immediately took her hands off of the steering wheel to touch up her face and lucsious lips.The car veered to one side of the road just as Mr.Tuxedo and Pixel were about come abreast of her.
WHAAAMMM!!The cycle went flying along with two small individuals."Oh dear!"said Dawn."Did I hit a deer or sumptin?!""I guess that I better keep my hands on the wheel instead of putting on fresh makeup!"The glovebox opened and Dawn noticed the title of the book that fell out.The book was titled,"How to Put On Your Makeup With A Trowl"by Tammy Faye Bakker.Dawn's eyes lit up.This was her missing book.At long last she could put on her makeup like Tammy Faye.Dawn went to grab the book and again she let loose of the steering wheel.The car veered again in the direction of the stunned,scarred and bruised figures of Mr Tuxedo and Pixel.
WHAMMMM!!!And again the two unfortunate battered figures went flying again in the air.As the two went flying Mr.Tuxedo made one final statement....."I need a vacation!"

rod spain

"What IS that smell?" Tuxedo asked, turning his head all the way around scanning the entire horizon for a clue.
"It smells like burning fish! I love burnt fish!"
"What happened to "Frenchy"?" Tuxedo inquired.
"I think maybe that smell IS Frenchy!"
"It's only my glutemousmaximus.!" A weary Frenchy replied from the ditch, below the line of sight for Tuxedo and Pixel.
"What happened, and what is Glutenous-maxiepad?"
"well, I saw the impending collision with the limo door so I just scooted off the back of the bike, landed right on my butt onto the highway at 70 miles per hour!"
"That must have hurt!"
"What do you mean "must-have!? It STILL DOES!"
"Wow! whata roaring ride on asphalt!"
"I guess I can sell my stock in the Preperation "H" company now, I think I'm beyond those nagging problems."
"How about you, Pixel? How did you fare?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Those look like a couple of compound fractures sticking through your furr there buddy."
"No, not really, it's nothing, ignore it, I do this all the time."
Tuxedo looked at Pixel with a knowing "look", it was time to "operate" on Pixel, again!

An hour or so later Pixel is seen duct-taped to a picnic table at a rest stop, his three arms are secured, as are his toes and tail, Mr. Tuxedo is digging through the trash barrel closer to the road, he pulls his head out and he has found a wipe-n-dry, unopened, he opens it, cleans his claws on his left paw with it.
"Doctor" is ready to begin!"
"Please, I can live with it this way, really, it's "No Problem"!
"You keep quiet, you are forgetting something, you are MINE, and I say you need another operation to then effortlessly pass through society, unnoticed, not an obviously crippled freak that will muster attention, you do have to blend in for these clandestine missions that I send you on, you know!"
"Then why to I have three arms?"
"It was Tuesday! That's why! I'm the BOSS here and don't you forget it!"
Pixel gulped some extra oxygen from the small atmosphere before him as he lay strapped to the greasy old picnic table, this was going to be just too hysterical! He might pass-out or die from over-laughing!
Tuxedo was once before "Playing Doctor" and he reversed all of Pixel's pain-sensation-senders, so normal pain made him laugh like his belly and feet were being tickled at the same time!
Run a dull scalple down the length of his chest from stem to stern and they will be able to hear the laughing from the next county (If anybody was home!)
Frenchy was sizing up the posibilities here. He might be able to make some decent bucks if he taped this operation and sold it to America's Funniest Operation-Videos, now showing on the Purely Decadent Channel.
The Avante-Garde Frenchman from the good ole USA knew "strange" when it rubbed up against him (or when 70 mph asphalt ripps his carcass, leveling both butt-checks!)
Many years previous Frenchy had participated in some strange filmmaking when he had been working at the secret , covert opps plant building machines to shoot deer at cars passing by in the night
The deer would be dead, sometimes the driver would be dead also, sometimes the driver would have been someone that sort of looked "Familiar" to him, maybe seen him testafying on tv infront of congressmen?

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

Dawn kept driving into the night.She finally arrived at the outskirts of Raven's Point.She stopped the limo and slowly got out.The town seemed quiet.Too quiet.Dawn's eyes looked cautiously everywhere.An occassional creature darted out from one of the alleyways making a scurrying sound.
Dawn continued to walk towards the center of town.Nothing,no one was around.She wanted to scream and yell to get some type of reassurrance that there was still life around.But she dared not.Instead she ran back to the limo.Speeding off again,Dawn headed for the castle.It was the only semblence of security she knew.
The car screeched to a halt in front of the mighty doors.She ran and placed her housekey into the lock.She turned the knob and opened the door only to find the same situation as was in town...nothing,no one.
Dawn couldn't believe what she was seeing.The house echoed with a deathy,hallowed sound.Brisk winds came flowing thru the castle halls."HEEELLLLOOO!!!???",she yelled.She yelled for her handmaidens,her servants,anyone that she could remember,she yelled for.But no one answered.She saw a rat scurrering across the floor."EEEKKK""I hate rats!"bellowed Dawn.
Dawn frantically ran up to her bedchambers and threw open the door only to find her bed still made up.Her clothes were placed neatly in the dresser drawers and hung correctly in the closets.
Her mind couldn't comprehend the strangness of the situation."MY GOD,WHERE IS EVERYBODY???WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE???WILL SOMEBODY ANSWER ME??!!PLEASE?"
Tears started to flow down her lovely cheeks,she scooted into a corner afraid of the lonliness that surrounded her.She held herself crying like a child in tearful hopes that someone would hear her silent prayers.
Was her mind playing tricks on her or was it reality?She was starting to doubt her own sanity.Was Victor still in prison or did he leave her to find himself to be one with the universe?Or did he simply dump her for another woman or even a dispicable,disgusting clone of a woman!Questions,TOO many questions and no answers.dawn wept in the corner but as the night melted into day she realized that she HAD to find out what happened to everyone in Raven's Point.

rod spain