Hostage: Leviathan

A Story by Abishai100

Can misfortunes lead to greater worry, for Americans (mother/son) caught in a 'matrix' of (manmade) 'bad-sport' for Hell?

A criminal-insanity 'case' of darkness (fiction), drawn loosely from the paranoia sibling-fitness psychosis themes/imagery from Sisters (Margot Kidder). Thanks for reading (Happy Spring, all)

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Matthew Stafford) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretation).

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Mother and son were getting-on, post domestic issues involving an alcoholic household-head, the husband (Theodore). Danica and her darling toddler-boy (Damian) struggled financially, seriously, and had to think of moving out of their mansion, owned once by Danica's husband who divorced her post-adultery, and into a Haddonfield neighborhood one Autumn in the American Homeland. The year was '25, and Danica/Damian sought to make for 'discovery' of some magic to retreat from the darkness of the past; but mom wouldn't have anticipated the new ordeal in-store for the two American angel humans. Follow along, friends.

AMLAN/AJAY: Won't you come into our little Haddonfield haven, for toys?

DANICA: Well, yes, that's kind...you're twins?

AMLAN/AJAY: Ajay's a race-car driver; I (Amlan) am a town-dentist.

DANICA: My boy (Damian) and I just moved here; I'm a divorcee; looking for life!

AMLAN/AJAY: Won't you come in, and Damian can look at our sports stuff/toys?

DANICA: Well, yes, that's nice...we were walking by on this Autumn Saturday.

AMLAN/AJAY: Like our American football Detroit QB-card (signed), Danica?

DANICA: Yes, and Damian seems to think it's lovely (too).

AMLAN/AJAY: Detroit is a Thanksgiving-football TV town, you know.

DANICA: Didn't this Matthew Stafford move to Cali and get a Super Bowl?

AMLAN/AJAY: That he did, Danica...we twins keep American treasures of value.

DANICA: Why's that?
AMLAN/AJAY: Well, you never know who'll visit us (inside) to probe patriotism, ha.

DANICA: That's a weird statement, brothers (Facebook-like).

Friends, it turned out that Amlan and Ajay Satan, Slovak-Algerian Haddonfield Catholic residents/immigrants/citizens, twins/brothers, one a racer and the other a dentist, were undeniably insane. They locked Danica/Damian in their guest-room after offering them an afternoon nap-bed for Damian. They then played music with their banjos outside the locked/closed door, as Danica screamed, to no avail. The room had no windows, so she couldn't open one to scream help or 'bloody murder!' to anyone outside walking by for fortune. Fortunately, Danica had a miracle in-store in this Autumn Saturday fright-image tale of incomplete-distances readings of the detection of sanity/hospitality (Facebook-like).

This fortune came in the form of Amlan and Ajay's other brother, Adarsh. Adarsh and Amlan and Ajay were born as identical triplets in Algiers and moved to the American Homeland with their mother (Nina), whom Amlan/Ajay bloody-murdered and burned to ash post-death and had her ashes commemorated for alibi (damn). Adarsh kept the dark secret but made them promise to find overground/legal lives, while he moved-away to the Windy-City to become a police-detective (a respected one!). Well, Adarsh heard of the Haddonfield town-gossip that a divorcee and her toddler-son had moved into Amlan and Ajay's neighborhood (on social media) and wondered if the town-gossip of Danica's 'link' to adultery-jars would bring the evil of Amlan and Ajay out into the street-talkie open (Selfie-like).

ADARSH: You're welcome, you two!

DANICA: Damian and I couldn't thank you more this Autumn Saturday.

ADARSH: I read of the town-gossip of you on social media, Danica (wow).

DANICA: You guessed your (insane) brothers would draw me inside?

ADARSH: They'd make you some town-birdcage personal keep for bad magic.

DANICA: I'm sorry you suffered trauma with your brothers (too).

ADARSH: It's a miracle I decided to visit today and see what they were doing!

DANICA: Damian and I will (finally) try to get our lives going here.

ADARSH: Good...Thanksgiving approaches...you should keep that Stafford-card.

DANICA: God bless you, brother (Facebook-like).

Danica got some 'exotic' Eastern flour materials to make some mod-Earth world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread for a pre-Thanksgiving home-life chat(s) with darling-Damian and thought about ways they'd forget (all) about Theodore (her cheating ex-husband) and the hideously insane Satan Brothers (Amlan/Ajay) who'd become a near-fright Realism for their journey to find solace and enjoy things of football and 'confidence' in the American Homeland of Earth (wow).