The Minute Man: Part 6
“You idiots!” screamed the head of Kim Jong -Il. “Why did you bring her here?”
The vikings looked at each other in confusion and fear before looking back at their bespecled leader. None of them wanted to admit to anything at this point for a variety of reasons. For some, it was because the leader of their Glorious Revolution was a ghoulish head floating in a tank of some unholy liquid. If anything, the Elvis sunglasses and wig that it wore only made him more disturbing to gaze at. For most though, it was what the floating head tank was attached to. A total of six spidery metal legs extended from the head and each had various jagged and sharp bits on it just in case onlookers didn’t get the point the first time.
Dakota found both the head and the legs horrid and would have said so if she wasn’t tied to a chair and gagged with pages from the writings of Adam Smith. To her credit, she tried to get her point across with panicked eyes and a moderate amount of whimpering.
The synthesized speech box at the bottom of the tank squawked in annoyance, “Well, I’m waiting…” One of the vikings cleared his throat to speak. Survival instincts kicked in on the others who started backing away from him.
“Comrade Jong-Il, we thought that if we captured the girl, then the capitalist pig dog agent would attempt to rescue her. Then we could trap the capitalist pig dog and continue our Glorious Revolution,” said the viking.
The head of Kim Jong-Il tapped one of its spidery death-legs absently as it pondered the viking’s words. The idea was creative. It had merit and potential. It had everything except one very important detail.
“That was not an idea of mine,” said the Glorious Leader and put several of his legs through several of the industrious viking’s vital organs. The viking died messily and then proceeded to bleed on the floor.
The head turned its attention to Dakota and made a chilling attempt at a friendly smile. “You see, to ignore the state is to put your needs above that of society’s. This is the same decadent ideals that your oppressive empire functions under,” he said, “There is hope for you though. You simply need to have the truth explained to you,” The vikings next to Dakota placed clamps on her head that forced her eyelids wide open and unable to even blink. “Lights!” shrieked the head and the room went dark.
A giant screen flickered to life and the beginning credits of a film scrolled past. A film written, directed by, and starring Kim Jong-Il. The faux-curtains parted to reveal Humphrey Bogart and Jane Mansfield looking unusually uncomfortable on camera. Dakota guessed it was the armed men holding guns and que-cards that unsettled them. Next to them was Kim Jong-Il, who managed to look drenched in flop-sweat despite being a head floating in a tank “I thought I did well in this,” said the head next to Dakota as it munched on some popcorn, “but Bogy overacted everything,”
Dakota screamed.
Copyright 2007, JJ Kahrs.