Saturday Morning: Concert Day

Finally bodies started moving, and I saw a cast of familiar faces. Morning faces, that needed to be assembled an put together the way they normally go. Eyes that needed some water splashed in them. Hair that needed brushing. Everything seemed normal and noone seemed to be aware of the evilsensomizer scanning that had taken place last night. Sometimes it can cause nausea. This probably blended with any heavy drinking they had been doing the night before. Jason said nothing, maybe he just sleeps with his eyes open and did not actually see the event taking place. Then the group decided to split, yes, this would make it hard to keep tabs on everyone. It seemed the bigger group was heading to Denny's so I figured that was my best bet of keeping an eye on things. As Melly came out from the shower, she apparently was only and hour beating an all-time speed record, the evilsensomizer went off in the briefcase. I went into the bathroom after her and the window was open, what evil might have gotten to her? She was definitely in there long enough for some sort of possession. She was also dressed somewhat...evil.

At Denny's everyone seemed to act normal and enjoy themselves. Nothing unusual other than one strange man. He was messily put together. He sat with his coffee talking and muttering to his imaginary friend, or possibly some presence I was not aware of. Then he would walk outside the Denny's and look in at the AP's, then come back in, sit right by us drinking his coffee and muttering. Then he would return to his spot outside to peer back in at us, through the glass, as if it was some sort of filter allowing him to see something that could not be seen with the naked eye. Just what the hell was going on here? Then Melly's food arrives 15 minutes before everyone else's. The clues are becoming illogical. Then the man vanishes, before I can question his peculiar activity. What did he see, what fear did he witness through that thick yellowish Denny's glass?

We approach the fair grounds where the music festival is already underway. The kids are all zombies. They walk around in a stooper, they are aware that we are different, they stare and then go about their way as if some power had already overwhelmed an entire community. Of course we are all wearing black AP shirts done by Cocky, the shirt is hot out in the sun, but not as hot as the usual black agency suit I would be wearing, I thought I would blend better with the AP shirt. The AP's all pretty much regather at a central location on the premises. Roger and his friend are there now, so is Jim Myers, I welcome them and unbeknownst to them pass the evilsensomizer by them. Jim and Roger's friend are clean, but when passed by Roger I get some readings. This I was aware of though. Roger has been infected with Evil Poe for quite some time, fairly mild though, not at too harmful a rate yet. He has some Dolphin posters being sold at the show. I had the employee that was selling them take down names and numbers of all Dolphin poster purchases, the agency has been aware for some time that the poster is evil and there are many strange codes in its design that the boys at the agency are still decoding. They will follow-up with examinations on all poster purchasers and eventually track Roger back to Monterey and nail him. So I could not get too involved so as not to interfere.

Jane Jensen begins to play and AP's head over to give her a listen. Shaun (Blat) is already crowd surfing. AngryTerry is up front getting smashed wondering if that was such a good idea. Melly and Cocky are getting into it when suddenly a deranged fan starts to attack Cocky. Smashing against him, licking him, tasting him, blood oozing from her mouth and eyes, she screams and shrills "I am going to bring you down". As I reach for my gun Melly seems to drag him away from her. The creature seems to run off at this point, I follow it as the others start to head over to the other stage where Poe or Evil Poe is about to play and where Jarrod is already setup with camera to film the likes of which he's never seen.

I follow the girl, beast, creature or whatever she was to a tent. She seems to just barely drag herself into it with somewhat of a limp. I slowly enter the tent with gun in hand, it is dark and I hear the heavy breathing in the corner. Then the breathing stops as I light a match. In the corner lay the bodies of the girl and of Jason Capriotti, the stench was awful. Not like death but like a smell of no description. Both of their eye sockets were bloodied and their foreheads had circled stars either etched or burned into them. As I had worried Jason had fallen victim to the wrath of Evil, him and the girl were mere pawns with obvious expendability. At this point I would have to call in some "cleaners" from the agency. They would dispose of the bodies and cover-up the story. I needed to move on, to get back to the Poe concert now getting underway.

I get as close to the event as possible. I stand spellbound. I watch a tall gangly figure on stage choreograph a moshing frenzy of humans into their own self destruction. As I make my way through the madness I see a flash of light ahead and a wave of heat. I get closer and there is Melly laying on the ground, barely breathing. Shaun and Cocky try and drag her out of the crowd but she is getting trampled. They finally get her to a clear spot. They claim she was hit in the head with some object. The blood seems to flow from her forehead without end. She says to me, I saw it, I saw the Evil. What did she mean by it, what had she seen? With that she gasped her last breath. The local authorities came and took the body, Shaun went to, he would have to return her to her parents in Denver. It was a sad day to be an Angry Psycho.

Though solemn the others gather to meet with Poe. They receive message that Poe won't be meeting with them. That she is faint. Faint? Could this be a cover-up of Evil Poe? Is this Poe? Did Evil Poe get to her? Finally the group is led upstairs for the briefest of AP meet and greets. She seems to sign a few things and what not but is somehow not the same. I show her some interesting data I had acquired, just to get a reaction, to further examine who she was. She half laughed but then threw her foot in my direction, had I not have ducked I might have been thrown from the window down to my death. It seemed like a joke, but was it? There is adding up to much for me to figure, to much for me to draw any conclusions yet. Was Jason the inside Evil acquaintance or did he just fall victim at the festival and still one of us is plagued with Evil that will soon embrace us all. I must keep a stricter eye one everyone...well, everyone left.

The person selling Dolphin posters never heard back from Roger, apparently Roger got antsy and made a speedy retreat back home. Our boys would be on to him, he was the least of our immediate problems. Tony talked to me before he left, he was not suppose to fly out till the next day but said he was going to shorten his trip. He looked white like a ghost. I tried to calm him a bit, asked how his videos came out. Would like those for examination of the going ons. He said, "That's just it, every time I have filmed since I have been here I just get snow and scratchy sound". I try to comfort him telling him that it probably just needs adjusting. It seems to have no effect though, he knows that something is not right and with that he steps into the taxi which is headed to the airport where Shaun and Melly's body are probably already being shipped off. Things are strange, I want to consult fellow agent Anthony Amato on it but we are sworn not to discuss separate cases with each other.

I lay in bed in the hotel room. The cast of remaining AP's there too. I know that one of them is a cenobite of Evil. Their only goal to corrupt and destroy the rest of us. I must get to them first. I try to stay awake but without sleeping for a few days it finally catches up with me...and pulls me down...and I dream...I dream...

I am in a wheelchair. Arms are strapped to the sides. I am gagged. A nurse pushes me up to a large desk. On the other side is Poe. She asks me, "What is it TyM@n, what is it this time?" I try to talk but can only mumble with the gag in my mouth. "What TyM@n, what? Tell me?" From behind her I see a large shadow moving towards her, the large shadow has a knife in hand held above its head as if to thrust, the shadow is a tall and thin figure. It approaches her closer and closer. I scream and shake in my confinements able to do nothing, just Poe saying, "What is it? What are you trying to say?" The figure now standing directly behind her, behind a curtain, I see only a shadowed silhouette. The knife raised, I am sure it is about to be plunged into Poe's back. I shake violently and only tip myself over backwards. My head makes a cracking sound as it hits the floor, I can no longer see what's happening and my ears only ring from the impact. From across the room a dwarf enters, he is nicely clad in a 70's suit. He does a little dance and snaps his fingers...but Poe...and he snaps his fingers and I watch amused.

Continued - Sunday Morning - On to Vegas