Sunday, June 28th, 2009
Issue: 132   Editor: Nyxxie


The Adventures of the Coyote Bandit MuneLight
Chapter 1)
The Beginning

The lightning flashes in my eyes. They're dead, I'm all alone. What crime did they commit to deserve such a brutal murder? Is walking down the street a crime in this city? I fell to my knees and wept for the loss of my parents.

"What am I to do now?" I asked myself aloud, my voice muffled through the cries of my loss. "I have nowhere to go, I have nothing now!"

I turned to the site where the bullets came from, but I could see nothing. I ran into the darkness as quickly as I could, hoping I could find my parents murderer. I found nothing but a long street that led to nowhere. I turned and walked with my head down until I had returned to the spot of my parents death. Blood was splattered on the ground, in a 5 foot radius around my mother and my father. Their hands were still interlocked, in a loving embrace as they walked together, unknowing of what would soon happen.

"Father...Mother...I promise to you upon this day, that I will avenge you. I will see you again someday in heaven." I made this oath upon my parents spirits before turning and walking away.



I awoke on the next morning to the the sun peering through my curtains. My mind was racing. I'm only 16 years old. How am I going to pay the bills? How am I'm going to take care of myself? I went outside and grabbed the newspaper to look through the classifieds for jobs. I bent over to grab the paper and my entire body froze. On front page of the paper was a photo of my parents dead on the street. The headline read: "Risidder Mobsters found dead." I read the entire story twice, not believing that my parents were being accused of being the Risidder Mobsters. The article read as follows:

"This morning James and Tanya Gillis were found dead in an alley between Intera and Pond Street. They were believed to be the head of the Risidder Mobsters clan, and they were wanted for the Death of 2 police officers, the jailbreak last september, and the robbery of at least 10 banks. The Murder seems to be an act of another mob clan whiping them out. Investigators have begun searching for members of the Lystar Clan who are believed to have been having recent wars with the Risidder Mobsters over the past couple of months. No leads are known at this time."

My skin had turned pale as a ghost, my eyes where as wide as possible without actually popping out of my head. My parents were head of the Risidder Mobsters? That's not possible, they had always warned me of the evil those people do. Why would they warn me of something that they have complete control over?

I immediately went to my parents room. Thinking that I could find some clues to either verify, or disprove this article once and for all. I opened all their clothing drawers. I searched under their bed. I empty out there closet. I found nothing. I took a deep sigh, knowing that even though I didn't find anything, I am still not able to fully disprove the articles claims. I walked down the hallway.

"If I was going to hide proof of my criminal activites, where what would I do with it?" I questioned myself.

I walked down the streets looking at the lights on the wall. I pulled and twisted all of them, thinking that maybe their would be a secret passageway they unlocked. There was nothing. I sat down in my dad's recliner, staring up at the ceiling. An idea hit me.

"The attic!" I shouted aloud. "My parents always told me never go in the attic. I wonder if there's something in there?"

I ran up the stairs to the attic door. I twisted the knob, but the door was locked. I cursed aloud in frustration.

"Where would the key be?" I thought to myself. "Wait, I'll just break the door down. It can't be that hard. They do it on television all the time."

I took a few steps back, picked my target in the center of the door, and kicked as hard as I could. My leg flew out from under me, and I landed hard on my back.

"Crap, the door is made out of metal" I said to myself, out of breath from the fall. "I'm going to have to find the key, but, I think my dad always had the key on him."

I sat up and thought. When a person dies, they have to go to the morgue for an autopsy and to be drained of blood and all that lovely stuff before they are buried. I ran downstairs to grab the phonebook.

Detriot City Morgue: Address 9576 Riplense Parkway.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed with a grimace. That's like an hour walk from here. I looked outside and saw a beat up Chevelot sitting on the side of the road. I knew it wasn't my car, but I really needed to use it. I'm sure the owner would understand.

I walked outside, looking around to see if anyone was watching. I found a rock laying on the ground near the sidewalk, I picked it up and broke out the window of the car. A flashback took me back in time to when my dad had locked his keys out of his car. He showed me how to get into the car and start it without the keys. I wonder...I wonder if that was actually his car, or if he stole it. There wasn't time to think before I was in the car touching the wires together. The engine revved up, smoke came from the exhaust pipe, and I was driving away to the morgue.

Every turn I made, every car I passed, my chest was pounding. I am now one small step in becoming what my parents were. I wonder if they'd be proud of me, or disgusted? My heart was in my throat when a cop pulled up next to me at a red light. I tried not to act suspicious by waving at him. He returned the wave as the light turned green, and I slowly drove off. I finally made it to Riplense Parkway and I slowly drove in circles looking for the correct address. When I finally found it, put the car in park and walked into the office.

"Can I help you?" the secretary behind the desk said.

"Yes," I responded, "Uh...my dad and mom died last night, and they have the keys to the house, and I was wondering if I could get them, so that I could go home?"

"Just one minute," she replied.

She turned and picked up the phone. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but their was concern on her voice.

"They'll be up here to see you in one moment. You can have a seat over their in that chair until they get here." She said to me as she hung up the phone.

I walked over to the chair and sat down, my heart was still pounding. After about 5 minutes, the door swung open and three men walked through. Two of which where police officers, the third man was dressed in a white suit with bloods stains all over him.

"Follow us," One of the officers said.

I hesitantly got up and followed behind them, thinking about the stolen Chevelot that was still running outside.

"Tell us," the other officer said. "Tell us what happened last night. Do you remember anything? Did you see anyone?"

"No," I answered with a shutter in my voice. "It was dark outside, and the gunshots came from behind us. By the time I realized what had happened and turned around, they were gone."

"I see," The questioning officer stated. "Do you know about your parents past? Have they acted strange lately?"

"Well," I started remembering some weird things my mom said the past couple of weekends. "My mom did seem nervous recently. Like she expected something to happen. But, my dad was just cool like he always is. I didn't know about their past until I read it this morning in the paper."

We entered the room where my parents bodies were.

"I just want the keys and I'll be on my way," I said calmly. "I have no information that you would find useful. I just want to go home."

The man in the white clothes reached into my dad's jacket, and pulled out a keychain with about 15 keys on it.

"Here you go kid, is this what your looking for?" He questioned.

"Yes, thanks sir. If you don't need anything else I'm going to go." I responded.

"Wait," the first officer put his hand on my shoulder. "How are you going to get home? You don't have a car do you?"

"No sir," I lied. "I walked out here, which is why it took me so long in the first place."

"How about we give you a ride home?"

"Okay."

"Well Nick, thanks for showing us the bodies," the second officer replied. "If you find any of the bullets let us know that way we can run an inquiry on them. Other than that we don't need anything else from you."

The officers turned and walked away. I took one more look at my parents before I followed behind them. We got all the way out to the front door and the cops stopped.

"Someone left their car running." The leading officer exclaimed. "I hope they come back soon. They might run out of gas."

"Was this car here when you got here?" The second officer turned and looked me up and down. The fact that my parents were criminals, and now this car is just sitting here with no owner was very appealing to him.

"No, No it wasn't here when I got here." I again lied.

The first officer turned and looked me over as well. I thought for sure they knew I was lieing.

"Leave him alone Tim," The first officer finally said. "He's had a rough night. You can't seriously think he stole this car can you?"

They put me in the back of their car. We started our trip home. The car ride was nearly silent with the exception of Tim pointing out all the traffic violations that other drivers were making. When we finally got home, they opened the door for me to get out and I was nearly home free.

"Son," the officer named Tim started. "How about you let us take a look around inside to see if we can't find anything that might be of use to us."

I shook my head. "I know the law, sir. If you want to search the house you need a warrant. I plan on searching the house myself. If I find anything intriguing I'll let you know."

Tim frowned upon my answer. "Well I assure you, first thing in the morning we will be here with a search warrant. Is this understood?"

"Yes sir." I got out of the car and unlocked the door. Once I watched the cop car drive away, I shouted in excitement. I now have the key that I need for the attic. I had a near miss with being arrested for Grand Theft Auto. The adrenaline that I felt within the past couple of hours has never been matched by anything I've ever done. Now I know why my parents where criminals. I also knew what I would become.

I ran up the stairs to the attic. I fumbled through the keys trying to get one to work. Click. Finally! The door swung open, and I could not believe what I saw. The first thing that caught my eye, was a bag of money. Their had to be at least 5 thousand dollars in twenties, tens, and fives. The first thing that ran through my mind was those cops are going to be here in the morning. I've got to figure out a way to cover this up.

I opened up a drawer, and saw 5 different sets of blueprints. Four of the sets were to banks, and the fifth set of prints was to a casino in Vegas. I knew my parents where planning on going to Vegas for their honeymoon next month, but I didn't know that they were going to go to Vegas to pull a casino heist. I opened more drawers, most of which were empty. Then the very bottom drawer, I found a letter, addressed to me. The letter read:

"My son,

I knew that one day you would be smart enough to figure out what your mother and I actually do. If you ever get to read this letter then we have already left this world. The bag of money in the corner is for you. Their is $7,500 in assorted bills. I left this for you to be able to start your own life. Once the life you had with us ends. Also, in this letter is an address. You will need to take these five blueprints, the bag of money, and this letter to Jeremy. He lives at 1247 Binten Avenue. He will be able to get you started in the right direction. Tell Jeremy when you get there that the deed has been done. He'll know what you mean. Zachary, I love you my son. Carry on our legacy. Spread our name. Make us proud.

Love,
Dad and Mom."

I wanted to cry, but I knew mourning would have to wait. I needed to carryout my dad's wish for me. There's a bag of money, 5 blueprints, and a letter that needs to be transported. He chose me to do it. My heart started pounding again. The adrenaline rush was back.

"How do I transport an entire bag of money without anyone seeing me?" I asked myself. "This has to be a test to see if I'm worthy. The Chevelot is still at the morgue. Do I have to steal another car to do this?"

I went downstairs and looked out my window. My heart dropped to my knees. Their were two officers standing outside talking to a person. The man was pointing in the location of where the Chevelot used to be. I had to get out quick. I ran upstairs and grabbed a suitcase out of my room. I threw all the money, along with the blueprints, and the letter in the suitcase. Then I jumped out of the attic window to the back of my house. I fell hard but I had no time to whine about it. I had to go!

I ran and hopped over my backyard fence and disappeared into the woods. I had once again escaped a close call. Walking through the woods, I began to wonder where exactly I was at. How much farther could these woods go on for. I continued walking, my legs were getting tired. The briefcase was getting heavier. I finally made it to the end and collapsed on the ground.

"Where the hell am I at now?" I looked around for a street sign. "Eucalyptis Street? Damnit! I'm entirely on the other side of town."

I immediately looked for a car that I could steal to get where I needed to go. I found a large rock laying on the ground near me, so I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I walked over to a restuarant that had plenty of cars to choose from. I went to the middle of the parking lot where it was the most congested with cars, that way no one would be able to easily see my crime. I briefly looked around then smashed the window of the car and hopped in. I paused to throw the shattered glass into the passenger seat, as I figured glass laying on the road would raise flags a lot quicker than it would for the owner of this car to finally realize his car was missing. I hotwired the car and sped out of the parking lot. I looked around as I got to the first red light to see if I was being followed, or if anyone was watching me suspiciously. The coast was clear.

I drove very carefully to Binten Avenue. I didn't want to be pulled over by the cops for doing one thing wrong. Allowing them to realize that I've already stolen two cars on the day. Once I finally got to 1247 Binten Avenue, I drove around to the opposite end of the road. I'd hate for a stolen car to be sitting in Jeremy's driveway, and he'd get blamed for something I did. I hopped out of the car and walked back towards his house. The moon had just came up. Cars passed me blinding me with their headlights. I heard people talking and laughing, also heard dogs barking at me as I passed their fence. None of this bothered me. I had my briefcase, and I had my mission.

Once I finally got back to the house, I knocked three times on the door.

The door opened slightly ajar. "Who are you?" The man questioned me.

"I'm Zach." I answered.

"Zach? I don't know a Zach."

"I'm Jame's son," I hesitated briefly, then followed the letters instructions. "The deed has been done."

There was a bit of a pause after I said this. The man then shook his head and opened the door fully.

"Do you have everything he gave you?" He questioned me.

"I do." I answered.

"Well come on in. This will be your home for now."

I walked in and he shut the door behind me. He pointed towards the couch, offering me to sit down. I accepted gratefully. Once I had been seated, I looked over at him curiously. Wondering what I was to do next. Wondering what my new life would become.