Tiger Park
There were warning signs ahead advising him that he was
approaching the Annihilation lane turnoff. Passing the skull sign post he
declined looking at the littered wrecks that cluttered the massacre lane, his
concentration was directed inwardly. He ignored the white overalled cleanup
crews who stood around laconically chewing gum while their compactor machines
cleaned up the carnage from the night before, the huge semi-automatic mulchers
masticating the mangled wrecks into compact squares of flesh and
metal.
Things were as
usual.
TIGER
PARK
The horror for many was yet to come as the spinning mass came into
contact with the two cars, which had just propelled themselves down the ramp. A
series of explosions devoured the four cars and their occupants. The flames
climbed skywards in a funeral pyre of death and destruction. The furnace door
had been opened, giving the spectators a glimpse into hell.
The crowd
scattered in fear and confusion, many being crushed underfoot as the heat drove
them back. For others, the steel netting became a steel web which held them
tight as the heat and flames engulfed them.
The Stein Man Title had no
real significance until the combatants stripped off, their shaven and oiled
bodies looked like reassembled Frankenstein monsters, a scarred patchwork of
cuts and disfigurements. Where the flesh had been torn, it had been sewn
together with rough crossover stitches, their chosen names matched the condition
of their bodies.
The young man remained frozen in fear, for only a second
before he tore off the offending watch which was now angrily flashing. Faster
and faster. He was galvanised into flight. He turned to run. Took only a single
step and stopped, clutching his head with both hands. A single piteous moan. His
eyes seemed to diffuse with blood and he dropped, disjointed, a puppet with the
strings cut. He sprawled lifeless on the harsh pavement. Beside his body the
watch no longer transmitted a signal.
When the AIDS virus had swept the
world in the eighties it had been estimated that it would only be a matter of
time before a cure would be found. Herpes had been equally prominent, a virus
that had paled into insignificance when AIDS had begun its deadly gallop around
the world. After all cold sores had been around forever. So Herpes had been a
little more severe. A worry. But not a real problem.
The antidote for
AIDS had seemed so close. So very close. When, somehow, somewhere, a cross
culture had evolved. A strain of Herpes had merged with the AIDS virus. The
HADES bud had been born.
HERPES ACQUIRED DEFICIENCY EMERGENCE