October 31, 2026
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
They thought he wouldn't track them. But he was a deer hunter, trained in the art of tracking prey.
Those skills were enhanced by Addy's phone. At least, until the signal stopped.
It seemed like a good idea. Walking the streets of Milwaukee, hopping into different parties at bars and nightclubs. Looking for the ones with the freakiest costumes and music.
They left their third party, hearing tell of one that was the creepiest yet, a haunted building in a sketchy part of the city. Walking there was not as bad as they were led to believe. Until three masked men drove up in a van, jumped out, and abducted Addy. He was hit over the head and left lying dazed on the ground.
They had made a fatal mistake. Eddy was not like everyone else. They were messing with the wrong hombre.
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"Jesus Christ! Won't that bitch ever shut up?" This seemed like a good idea to have a little fun, but she wouldn't stop squaloring. "Maybe we should just gag her!"
His compatriot shook his head. "Nah! No one's gonna hear her." The three of them had her zip-tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by a failed industrial park. "Besides, I love it when they fight back."
"You're making a huge mistake!" Addy cried out. "I'm an American!"
"Oh, yeah?" snarled the heaviest set one. None of them was very fit, but the one snarling was the worst. Sitting in a booth at Waffle House would be an impossibility for him. "Prove it!"
"Let me out, and I can get the papers to show you."
"Ha! Whatever you could get would be fake. Just like your Snow White costume!" They laughed.
The one in the Zorro mask spoke up. "You're no more Snow White than that Latino bitch who played her in that woke Disney trash!"
Addy was a light brown woman who looked Latino. "My father was from Mexico, yes, but I was born here in Wisconsin. My mother's family has been here for generations. Please, you're making a mistake.
They laughed. One whose face was covered by a bandana said, "Not possible. ICE doesn't make mistakes. Prepare to be...deported!"
They had descended into yelping hysterics. This was just fun and games to them. ICE was in Milwaukee to "monitor" early voting, intimidating any voter whom they suspected was not a citizen. And boy, did that cast a pretty wide net! The idea was to make people in certain voting districts so intimidated that they wouldn't try to vote. Some hoped that people attempting to vote would strike back, giving the President the excuse to declare martial law and void the election altogether. There was a strong likelihood that the Democrats would reclaim Congress, and that just couldn't be allowed to happen.
But these three agents found the work pretty boring. It was hard to do too much with poll watchers and the press around (what little independent media still existed—oh, there was still work to do in that regard). So, with the noise and chaos of Halloween night, they thought this was the perfect excuse to have a little fun.
"Maybe she has her papers hidden under her costume," chortled the obese one.
They started to pull at her costume. She screamed. "Eddy! Eddy! Please come! I need you!" It was like a prayer that she feared would never be answered.
But then it was. The warehouse door burst open. There was Eddy, in his glorious slasher outfit.
"Who are you?" Zorro asked.
He had on a mask, a mask that for all the world looked like human skin. In his hands was a chainsaw. Eddy proclaimed, in an unaturally high, cartoony voice, "Unhand her and bring her to me. I can't be responsible for what happens if you don't."
"Are you effing insane, Mickey Mouse?" said the one in the bandana face covering. He brought out a nightstick, as did one of the others. The third pulled out a taser. "Who's gonna stop us? You? Sissy man with a toy chainsaw?"
He revved up the chainsaw. "Not a toy."
ICE melted.








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