Creeper-Jack: Francisco Book

A Story by Abishai100

San Franisco friends must negotiate town-life for Homeland superstitions while 'dealing' with a dark-side messenger of (simple) leviathan.

A Homeland superstition fable featuring that 'nasty' horror-avatar Creeper (Jeepers-Creepers). Merry Xmas,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to the city of San Francisco and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression (for 'open' arts).

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AMLAN: We're the merry-folks of Francisco-pasta for this gem-lore chat(s), eh?
MARCUS: I wager our Homeland life of post-grad adventurism primes us (nerds).

EZZY: It's the coffee and noodles that make for San Francisco FaceTime magic!

AMLAN: Are we being 'eyed' by Martians, strangers, or specters, friends?

Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica called themselves the Homeland-Quartet ('HQ') and celebrated their post-grad friendship and coexistence as affable-sorts for San Francisco social-media life, with Amlan being a cyber-comics artist/writer and frequenting his fave-spot for Saturday afternoon coffee. However, after doing some (private) Roswell study (library-microfiche), Amlan started expressing concerns for his HQ-pals about his 'premonition' that Homeland (American) life-comforts would draw the 'interest' of a special specter or ghost. Was he right? Was there 'trend' in Francisco-books/media for super-natural phenomena (or a leviathan)?

AMLAN: There's some link between social mobility and super-natural paranoia.

MARCUS: Roswell, Spring-heeled Jack, Chupacabra bordertown lore (etc.); IQ?

AMLAN: These microfiche readings have me brooding about texture(s) in Hell!

MARCUS: You're adapting some Homeland 'couture' for specter-cartoons (cyber).

AMLAN: Excellence, for bureaucracy (or darkness).

Well, Amlan was onto something of a stranger variety. A dark-side messenger was indeed 'spying' on the HQ-friends of the Homeland, marking them as 'prototypes' of Earthling-consciousness, with each of the 4 great Americans (Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica) contributing something of a 'cornucopia-mentalism' to civilization landscapes (as an artist, architect, nurse, and journalist). This stranger, in hat and trench-coat, wielding a (hidden) silver-shiny Medieval battle-axe, and going by the name 'Creeper' (allusion to stalking) sought to inquire of the HQ-friends' wit(s) concerning those incomplete-distances to traffic/culture excellence knowledge for patriotism...or bureaucracy-paranoia. This was a real Devil's Advocate, right out of a town-superstition of (deep) leviathan art(s).

CREEPER: I bring you Francisco-book types to this dark-night field for flare-IQ.

HQ (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica): You want us to make a flare-gun showcase.

CREEPER: You fire flares, while I inquire of your Homeland 'mettle' for chess.

HQ: Is this some devilish spiritualism-test for American rationale/defense, devil?

CREEPER: Pass and you live or flourish; succumb/fail and face leviathan/Hell!

HQ: What choice do we have, as you've lassoed and flown us to this night-field?

CREEPER: No choice, for this is a fear-inquiry about Earthling-transit worth (ok?).

HQ: Proceed, devil.

CREEPER: Quite a flare light shot for second-string show, with a question now.

HQ: The flares blind you into some modesty to procure a dare-consciousness.

CREEPER: You've guessed it; my preferred test-method; question is of value(s).

HQ: What's it, devil?
CREEPER: What's your tie with sports, antiterrorism, capitalism, and media?
HQ: We may think this is the only/singular 'examination' question, devil?

CREEPER: Yes...and you must answer by the 5th flare-light shot tonight, friends.

HQ: We've your answer, devil.

CREEPER: Call me 'Creeper' for good-faith, heroes.

HQ: Creeper, the 'tie' likes in the 'arc' of field goals (e.g., medallion-journals).

CREEPER: Damn (bureaucracy); you're (absolute) social-media culture coaches.

HQ: Alright!

CYBER_FANZINE: That recent tale of masked-robbery for blood-diamonds was IQ.

AMLAN: Are you implying I was one of the masked-rascals behind that news-story?
CYBER_FANZINE: You're a 'cult'-fave cyber-writer, Amlan; the story mirrored news!
AMLAN: That was acid-warfare with chemistry-IQ; applicable by telepathy, surely.

CYBER_FANZINE: We've the 'premonition' you're an eco-minded soul, artist.

AMLAN: Perhaps I've a ('dark') secret to weave a consciousness for Earth-fortunes.

CYBER_FANZINE: Maybe we're just being...paranoid (ha).

AMLAN: Good show (for Facebook-likes!).

The HQ-friends had found varied forms of 'adaptation' behaviors upon completion of the 'examination' by the Creeper's axes-hands of 'adversarial' inquiry and explored sectors of Francisco-book 'consciousness' for immersive Homeland activity and even patriotism/heroics! The Creeper meanwhile had self-exiled himself to the deep-ocean abyss as a (private) scholar of Earthling culture/media, keeping distance as a contract for sportsmanship, having accepted the HQ 'answer' to his riddle(s) and grading them with a 'pasta-B+' for bureaucracy-reading (leviathan!).