Bracken, Nevada….senator of Nevada debate. Rival candidates Alvar Creed and Chaz Tiffman participating.

*Creed and Tiffman are at their podiums, talking to the humongous crowd of citizens. Cameras flashed, chatter was everywhere, and of course the booming candidate’s voices were heard. The city of Bracken was a buzz, this being one of the most heated elections that Nevada has ever had. Currently, Chaz Tiffman was talking to the crowd about law enforcement. The ever going problem of murder was the hot topic, one that Chaz had a plan for. Tiffman spoke as his bandaged opponent, Creed, listened.*

Chaz Tiffman: These killers and criminals out there have to be stopped! No expense should be able to halt this war on crime. That is why, if you elect me Senator, I will fight to have the highest crime fighting technology on every street corner! With the most sophisticated items at our disposal, it will be virtually impossible for any murderer to commit any crime!

*The crowd is talking amongst themselves, as Tiffman had a small smirk on his face. He was about to speak again, but was abruptly cut off. Under his bandages, Creed’s voice muttered into the microphone.*



Creed: Excuse me, Mr. Tiffman. You say that you want to install high technology throughout the country? Do you realize how much money that would cost us? Taxes would skyrocket! These people don’t want to have to pay that much, taxes are too high as it is! *turns to crowd* You citizens don’t need this expensive technology to protect you from killers. I have devised a better solution. Working with top scientists, and with countless days of research, we have discovered a way to keep criminals under control.

*Creed put his hand in his cat pocket, and pulled out a tiny metal chip. Creed held it in the air, as the photographers went wild, taking pictures. He rotated his body from left to right, showing the huge crowd.*

Creed: THIS IS THE CREED COMPLIANCE CHIP! Developed by scientists, this is the solution to murder! This inexpensive chip will be inserted into the brain of the criminal. A tracking device will now always be in the criminal, if one of the guards monitoring the killer sees notices him in a location he is not supposed to be in…the guard will initiate an electric shock incapacitating the killer immediately….

*Chaz cut off Creed*

Tiffman: Excuse me, but what does this have to do with stopping these killers? You need to catch them before you implant these…chips….in their brains!

Creed: Well, if you let me finish I would get to that. You see…the police force can’t think like a killer, that’s the reason, why they are so hard to find. But, have you ever heard the phrase “Fight fire with fire.”? Well…that’s exactly the plan. We will use Serial killers…to capture serial killers!
*This shook up the entire crowd. They were all talking amongst themselves. It was the most shocking thing hey had ever heard.*

Creed: Yes…the only way to catch a killer is to be a killer! That is why I propose a new plan, what I like to call “The Initiative”. We will implant the compliance chips into the serial killers, we will then send the very same murderers to hunt that and incarcerate the other killers. The chip has been tested…it is flawless. In return for serving our country the murderers will be granted freedom, but will still be under watch. We will soon rid the streets of murder, we will…

Tiffman: WAIT A MINUTE! How would you even get this group of murderers in the first place? We can’t catch them right now….so how will we catch them with the same police force?

Creed: Well, we still have killers in jail, they can be used. AND I have organized an elite police group of bounty hunters. Having them on the search for one killer at a time will assure a starting lineup of our new “Serial Squadron”. We will soon have such threats to society as; Red Spyder, Greg Moorgeen, and Vlad “The Impaler” Tarvis, peaceful and working for justice! IT’S A DAWN OF A NEW ERA! AN ERA OF PEACE! WE WILL PUT A STOP TO CRIME! WE WILL LIVE IN A BETTER WORLD! VOTE ALVAR CREEEED!

*The crowd erupted in cheers. Creed must have really gotten through to them. His idea sounded great, won’t have high taxes, and if scientists say it works, how can it not? Creed had them on his side. Tiffman was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief as he conversed with a man wearing sunglasses. Creed knew he had the upper hand over Tiffman, as did Tiffman himself. Alvar waved to the crowd, as he finally stepped down from the podium. With cheers booming behind him, he was met by a man with papers in his hand.*

Norman; Excellent speech sir, fantastic, stupendous, terrific! They were eating right out of your hands. The election is locked! I have never seen such a response!

Creed: Norman…shut up…

Norman: Oh……yes sir, sorry sir….

*Creed and Norman both enter a long black limo. News reporters are swarmed around the limo, asking Creed questions, which he was ignoring. He sat down, with a woman reporter pressed up against the window.*

Woman: Mr. Creed, what gave you such a strong campaign against killings?

Creed: Terrorism, my dear, it’s a disease and it needs to die. The citizens know it, and the citizens are what matter. No more questions.

*Creed left the reporters with that, and rolled up his window. Norman signaled the driver to go, as the limo drove away from the press.*

Creed: Fools, they will believe anything you say as long as it’s against terrorism…I swear, if it wasn’t for this pathetic excuse for civilization, no man could rise to power.

Norman: Yes sir, you had them eating out of your hands!

*Creed, sat in his seat, his body was shaking, and he couldn’t even hold his cane steady. He reached into one of the limo’s compartments and grabbed a bottle of pills inside. He lifted it up, but he was shaking so much is dropped to the floor.

Creed: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! GET ME THOSE!

Norman: Umm…sir…maybe you should cut down on the pain killers…the doctors are…

Creed: DAMNIT NORMAN! I DON’T NEED THE FUCKING DOCTOR”S CONSENT. I NEED THOSE DAMN PILLS, GIVE THEM TO ME RIGHT NOW OR I’LL FIRE YOUR ASS!

Norman: YES SIR! Forgive me.

*Norman bent down and grabbed the pills, popped the cap, and held out the bottle for Creed. Alvar knocked his hat off, and faltered trying to unwrap the bandages on his face. He took them off, revealing a face of burnt flesh. He snatched the bottle and quickly dumped three pills down his throat. He put the bottle down and leaned back, the shaking calmed down.*



Creed: I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth about my pills. Until you are burnt alive, you have no idea what this pain is like….so shut your insolent little mouth, or I’ll squash you like a bug. Do you understand?

Norman: Yes sir…I apologize sir.

Creed: Good…know your place….but anyways…I believe the debate went well. *chuckles* Its funny, I don’t even need to address the major economical issues…as long as I appeal to them with war, and crime…the idiots will adore me. I’ll have this god forsaken state, run under myself. And I’ll get revenge on fools…like Gojinn. I just have to make sure nobody finds out about anything I have done in the past, or my current dealings. But all I have to do is feed the masses with bullshit…and soon, Alvar Creed will be the new senator of Nevada, and those masses will still be too idiotic to stop me. Turn on the television. I want to see my feedback.

*Norman grabs the remote control and turns on the limo’s television. A news reporter was standing outside of the area of Bracken where Creed told his speech.*

Reporter: Well…it’s plain and simple. Candidate, Alvar Creed, revealed his plan to change crime fighting for the better. I can tell you one thing; the people of Nevada sure were behind him. It appears as though Alvar Creed wasn’t joking when he said he would make things better. Mr. Creed has showed us that even after surviving a terrorist attack…he can still fight for justice. What a noble man, and what a survivor…

*Creed turned off the TV as the limo stopped. A sadistic grin was spread across his face, and he began to laugh. The driver opened the limo door as Creed put his hat back on, and shrouded his face with his coat. He limped slowly walked out of his car, with his cane. He stopped and turned around at Norman.*

Creed: Oh…and…get started on The Initiative, will you?