Home Coming

lxxy and Towelie head deep into the night, towards another day. They stop off at a diner somewhere between Hell and Racoon City, lxxy ordering as much bacon as possible. While the waitress stared at both of them for a few moments, being this far out in the desert and this close to Roswell had lent her the foresight of knowing when to ask. In this case, she didn't even want to know.

In between mouthfuls of bacon and swigs of coffee, lxxy stares intently at Towelie. "You know buddy, you've done a lot for me. Is there anything I can do for you?"

lxxy shook his head. "Not in here man, I'm eating. Besides, I'm trying to have a heart felt conversation with you."

"Oh," Towelie said as if he was unaware of what was transpiring. "Man, I am so high right now."

With a sigh lxxy continued to stare into Towelie, really trying to comprehend what a walking talking cyborg towel could ever possibly want, outside of a hemp farm. "Towelie, there has to be something..I mean, anything, you have always wanted more than anything in this world. Don't you want that something?"

Towelie stared stupified at lxxy. He was so high right now, he thought. But that bacon smelled good. And this lxxy guy was pretty cool, even hooked him up with a bunch of Humboldt County. What else could he ever ask the alien in return?

He stared, still, longer still...nope, even longer. Yep, still waiting...and he remembers now!

Brief flashes of laboratory tests, of white coats and pain. Towelie connected with lxxy, because like lxxy, he never asked to be created. And everywhere he went he never fit in, unless it was at a Grateful Dead concert or something.

But here was this confident, loveable being, right there in front of him. Asking him the most brutal of obvious questions. Finally, he replied. "Well," he took a sip of water. "I kinda always wanted to find a place I could fit in, ya know? Maybe find a family or something...have a couple of towelings, that sorta thing."

lxxy slammed his hand down on the table, opening his eyes wide with enthusiasm. "That's it Towelie, we're gonna find you a home!" Looking around the diner, lxxy extends his arm out with his credit card in hand.

"Check please!"

Charlize slowly entered through the doorway, Whiz stood up and tried to reach for his chair, but Alex had already done so. "You wanted to see me, Albert?"

"Yes, sit down Miss Duhwyn." Charlize hesitantly looks around the room, wondering why some guy hovered over Albert ready to clock him, and why two other creepy looking guys were trying to offer her their chair.

Charlize walked forward slowly, but stood back enough to make a good chance for the door should anything go down. You could never be too careful. "I'm just fine standing. What's all this about?"

The guy closest to Albert was making faces at him, when he wasn't looking. Charlize cracked a smile. Then an older guy, closer to her, began to speak. "Miss Duhwyn we are on the hunt for a fugitive, to put it not so clearly. All you need to know is that your alien friend is wanted and we're looking for him."

Charlize shook her head. "I guess you guys are new around here." Charlize pointed towards Albert, with tears vaguely in her eyes. "He and his lackey shot him yesterday."

Whiz nodded, his eye buzzed slightly as he recorded this all in. "Right, we've heard."

John stopped making faces and walked forward away from Albert. Charlize glanced towards the entrance. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," John explained. He was kinda convincing.

Charlize grabbed a tissue from her purse and tried to blot away the tears. "It's sickening. All of this. You men should be ashamed of yourselves! He wasn't out to hurt anyone!"

John stopped dead in his tracks. "Look, he took over my body for however long--I have a connection with him. And I can tell you right now he's not here, and he's certainly not dead."

Albert had decided then was the perfect opportunity to take out his revolver and level it onto the forehead of John. "Well my boy, seems like you have information on the whereabouts of my alien majigger. If you don't tell me where he is right now, I'm'a gonna shoot'chu for treason."

John ducked, and Alex cloaked. An ominous shadow grew large across the room, freaking out Albert and Charlize.

"It's the batman!" Albert discharged his revolver into the sea of inky darkness. When the shadow continued to come, he opted to hide under his desk.

Whiz grabbed Charlize, and soon John joined, the two men protecting her on either side. She witnessed them grab a hold of something, but in all of the commotion she couldn't keep her head straight.

Speaking of head, the migraine was expanding, then contracting. Scratch that, maybe it was her whole head. Yes..it felt as if someone was stepping on it. Then she felt...like everything, all at once, scattered into a billion glittery pieces of glass confetti. Suddenly, she was in the back of an SUV. And she felt as if her body was being poured into a hot mold, as she melted back together again.

"Oh man, what's going on right now?" Towelie had followed lights off a beaten path, someone was making a whole big bugaboo as the circus marched into town, set up, and partied it down. He wondered what that was all about, thinking that a circus would normally want to save it's pyrotechnics for show time.

lxxy looked up as they headed towards the convoy. "Towelie, maybe this is it! Stop here! We gotta check this place out!"

Towelie looked over and then slowed the car to an abrupt halt, slamming lxxy into the dash. "I told you to wear your seat belt. Now you've got green blood matting up your hair."

Brushing his fingers through the hair on the right side of his head produced clotting green blood. "Yeah, you're right."

Towelie reached down under the seat and pulled out a clean looking cloth. "Don't forget to bring a towel, that's what I always say."

lxxy laughed, took the towel and cleaned himself up a bit. Hopping out of the car he motioned towards Towelie to follow. Towelie did as instructed, slowly following lxxy behind just a couple steps back.

They had entered the midway, game booths on either side. Toys and prizes hung in the air, the smell of popcorn and hot dogs wafted through the air.

Towelie's eyes grew wide. "Wow, this place is neat!"

Towelie approached a game vendor and purchased three balls. He nailed the bottles each time, but somehow none of them fell. "Hey, now wait a minute--"

The game operator shrugged. "Quite a good arm there towel fella, but running a bit of a dry spell and I'm in need of a good doctor."

Towelie looked the operator up and down. "Gee mister, you sure don't look sick."

The operator shrugged. "Not everything you get sick with can you see, I'm in need of Doctor Greenthumb."

A black light went off over Towelie's head, and he produced a blunt.

Suddenly all of the carnies stopped. Even the midgets, in mid flight as they exploded out of cannons. They all descended in droves towards Towelie, asking for a puff.

"Now hold on guys, there's plenty to go around...I have some seeds stowed away in my pocket!"

The crowd cheered, lifting Towelie up, passing him around, marching slowly off into the night singing praise having found a steady supply of their favorite relaxing medication.

lxxy stood afar as Towelie was laughingly carried away, happy as can be. A single tear was shed that night. "Well, so long friend. You've found your home."

That evening lxxy would give a waitress one big tip as he handed her the keys to the car. Somewhere along the line Towelie must have had a new ignition put in it. She cried, thanking him for a second vehicle, now free from her reliance on the bus. An angel, she thought, as she watched him rise above the ground.

lxxy himself flew off at a blazing speed toward Los Angeles, California. Because someone had showed up there today it seemed, or at least she was present at time the footage was shot.

It was all over the news--every radio, satellite, television, and network interface had gone a blaze with a mysterious blond woman talking revolution.

His Charlize was still out there, looking for him. She had just lost contact when he shifted the balance of power and sent the time-space he invaded out into a separate branch of quantum mechanics. lxxy was the proud owner of his own little universe, complete with pawns.

Nah, he thought...more like pets.

don't... be... silent.

FIGHT!

Here's your introduction to destruction,

and the hate sustaining me.

Are we safer or in danger?

Drowning in atrocities?

Riot gear, the slaves are here,

piling corpses high.

Its the rich man's war,

but its the poor that fight!

More capitalist crimes,

more enemies than allies,

no WMD's - who gives a fuck if they die!

Just kill 'em all - watch 'em fall,

skin the world with their lies!

Its the rich man's war,

but its the poor that fight!

Stand up

Speak out

Strike back!

Stand up

Speak out

Strike back!

(They don't know what they started...)

CONFRONTATION!

My religion of resistance,

challenging everything-

radicals and dissidents

of creativity!

We are the children

of the siege you hide.

In this rich man's war

where the poor just die!

More deception and greed,

more wars and disease,

more lies from the hive mind

that seek to deceive!

A weak nation of need,

like silent thieves in the night.

Its a rich man's war,

but its the poor that die!

Stand up

Speak out

Strike back!

Stand up

Speak out

Strike back!

(They don't know what they started...)

CONFRONTATION.
Stand-FIGHT!
Speak-FIGHT!
Strike back!
Stand-FIGHT!
Speak-FIGHT!
Strike back!
They don't know what they started...

CONFRONTATION

This is my battle cry!
Defy the lies of the tyrant race!
With a fist in the air,
and a finger in their face!

DEFY THE TYRANTS!

DON'T BE SILENT!

DEFY THE TYRANTS!

DON'T BE SILENT!

DEFY THE TYRANTS!

DON'T BE SILENT!

DEFY THE TYRANTS!

DON'T BE SILENT!

There's no way they can stop us now!

there's no way they can stop us now!

there's no way they can stop us!

So let them try,

we fight or we die.