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In the Oakland

In the Oakland

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Published by william e justin
Chapter 5 of LionWorld from the paralelle universe next door
Chapter 5 of LionWorld from the paralelle universe next door

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IN THE OAKLANDIN THE OAKLAND
Cha 5 from
 LionWorld 
 
by
 
William E Justin
 
Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved 
Marthia came home on the bus. She
could 
 have driven to work in any of the cars avail-able in the underground parking garage at theLe Muffet compound. Here in The Oaklandshe was known as “Queen Wife” of Maxim LeMuffet. She rode the bus because she consid-ered it part of her job and because she had somany friends along the route. It was ninetyminutes each way and she used the bus fourtimes a week—travelling from her home tothe office attached to the where house that acted as distribution center for their “familyministry” as she liked to call it.
 
It was there and on the bus route back and forth that she gave blessings and common sense advice to the peo-ple that came to her for services. She would take five people at a time into her office and minister to them as herpersonal assistant wrote down the specific needs that appeared. She always started the group interview andcounseling sessions the same way. The people sitting in a straight line of armless chairs would be asked to:“wiggle the toes on your right foot please…and bless
each
one as you go”. Then would come the left set of toesand the rotation of the individual feet—and upward, all the way up to the top of the body. Marthia had the peo-ple work all of the joints in their bodies in a general spirit of blessing.She would apply “remedies and encouragement” as they went. Someone might complain; “but my forearmdon’t hardly
want 
to move!”. She might then say; “you need to direct some light in there, dear.” If she receivednotice of pain and inflammation, she would encourage the application of “some cool shadow”. When asked byfirst-timers: “what’s this cool shadow?” , she might explain it as the feeling one gets when you walk around a cor-ner out of the hot sun into a lane where a fresh breeze is present; or “the touch of ice at the center of the hurt”.Sometimes she would get up, touch the first-timer’s skin with the eraser end of a pencil, and say “cool shadow”with a big smile.If serious or chronic problems displayed themselves during the interview Marthia would go online to the staff of two M.D’s, a psychiatry professional, and a licensed physical therapist that were employed for the four days aweek that she worked. The medical staff was located in another building in The Oakland’s busy health care dis-trict. If a person she was interviewing was deemed to need immediate medical service, they would be driven tothe doctors by one of the warehouse staff. Low-end C Class people and those rated “C Class” castoffs, were not permitted to go into the B and A Class neighborhoods unattended. Marthia’s clients couldn’t use the regular buslines and pass through the various check points. Laws passed by Fascist party legislators allowed for poor peo-ple to come into the more affluent areas only by permits, escorts and prearranged transportation—usually byenclosed-bed trucks.Most of the people didn’t require expensive health care resources but could improve their conditions with anintelligent program of monitored self-help. The Le Muffett Outreach Program—under the direction of Marthia,had been an innovator in what The Fascists snidely referred to as “tribal witch doctor medicine”. Wealthy Fas-cists were heavily invested in Corporate Health Care for the working and leisure classes and hated the idea that any folk medicine might flow upward from the lowest rungs of society and hurt their ability to control this lucra-tive sector of the economy. They generally frowned on the idea of trying to do much of anything for the verypoor other then offering free birth control and offering financial incentives for sterilization. Tax deductable or-ganizations for “solving the poverty problem” were very big in Fascist circles.The truth though was that Marthia’s work through The Le Muffet Outreach Program was very cutting edge. It fit into the emerging field of Epigenetics in which knowledge of the chemical “switches” in the human genome
 
was deemed essential for promoting
healthy 
growth events. Visually “warm lighting” and “shadow cooling” thevarious body parts was actually a foundational element in healing from time immemorial. Such techniqueshelped people learn to operate those chemical switches themselves. Marthia had been introduced to “the oldways” as a child by her grandmother, and then at the edge of adulthood by her mentor, Dr. Ben Akiyama. Theinherent processes and techniques were now being defined by modern, reason-based valuations.While a partnership of Fascist supremacy and fundamentalist scientism tried to stop it, the linkage of faith-based religious experience to fully scientific methods were being perpetuated all over the world by people likeDr. Ben and Marthia.When she was on the verge of turning eighteen, Marthia’s mother had brought her to Akiyama’s studio to en-roll her in a martial arts class. He had seen them coming in from the street through the large picture window. Assome of his students worked out in the main area, Akiyama was talking on the phone. He saw Marthia and cut the call short. He dialed the nearby Le Muffet residence, got Max on the phone, and told him to get over there asfast as he could. Then he went out and presented himself to her mother. Dr. Ben Akiyama had never seen any-thing quite like Marthia.She was a full six-foot-one. Not lean, not fat, but perfectly proportioned. He considered her musculature as“the feminine ideal”. Her face flowed angelically, emanating calmness and poise that just wasn’t seen in peopleher age. He instantly decided that she was a rare manifestation of natural evolution—something Quality makesover a great period of time. Although a master of body control, Dr. Ben struggled to stop his hand from shakingas he filled out the girl’s information on one of his standard forms. The girl’s mother was pleased. Marthia wasvery modest and mostly looked down. The mother left to go and do some shopping and Dr. Ben led her out be-fore the class—which was mainly boys. “This is Queen Marthia“ he said simply. “You guys treat her with re-spect”.Marthia’s eyes had widened and her head bowed even further down. She felt embarrassed although it wasclear that Dr. Ben hadn’t been making fun of her—which was something that happened quite a bit owing to herextra height. When she finally did look up, she caught view of a young man whom had slipped in from the sidedoor without her having noticed. He was six-foot-eight and looked to her like some kind of god. His eyes were allover her. By the end of that year, sports fans around the world would become fascinated by the young man in-troduced to her that day by Dr. Ben.For Maxim Le Muffett, it was love at first site. He was wanting to get married to her after the first week. Shetold him she wasn’t going to do
nothin’ 
until she turned eighteen a few months later and Max channeled all of thephysical power and feelings she inspired in him into his training. Marthia sure didn’t want to marry no damnlion-fighter! She thought all of 
that 
was goofy. But nothing could stop the way she felt about him. He was themost beautiful
thing
on the planet! All she could do was try and control her feelings for him, and his feeling forher; and control all of the changes that came that year—the money and all of the rich people that suddenlywanted to become their friends. Then finally...the jealousy and the greed that brought warfare to The Oakland.But to help them through all of this they had Dr. Ben Akiyama. Once, Marthia had read the story of a huge clanthat had drawn up sides in a conflict. Members from each side of the clan approached the local king who wasvery powerful. The king was also a wise man without peer. He told the leaders of the more aggressive factionthat he would give them their choice. They could have all of his horses and war machines and all of his richesincluding his servants and personal guards. Or instead, they could choose to have his council. The aggressivefaction of the clan chose what they thought was the king’s essential power; his earthly dominion. They werewrong. His council—which instead went to the less ravenous members of the clan—turned out to be The King’s
true
power.So while the first years of Marthia’s marriage to Maxim was packed with all kinds of explosions of drama andpassion, they had the blessing of The King’s
true power 
—which in their case was the council provided by Aki-yama; and also by Marthia’s grandmother who was very much like Dr. Ben, but in a completely different way.These memory shreds of the volcanic events that formed their particular branch of the family clan oftenseemed like ancient history to Marthia now. But it was natural to recall it on this particular afternoon as she rodehome on the bus. Max had texted her several hours earlier. He would be coming to the house for dinner for thefirst time in several weeks. And they would their oafy Big-E White.Marthia loved Big-E just like everybody loved him. But she loved him in a special way. She felt blessed that she had been the one to give Big-E and their little sister Baby Coco the chance to get at each other. She could seedeep into Big-E and wondered if he might ever had found any real tenderness in his life without the love of theirmagic Le Muffet princess. From Marthia’s vantage point, poor Big-E was surrounded by one box after another,
 
 
She couldn’t even see into the final box if there was one. She sometimes referred to her strange brother-in-law as TheBig-Enigma; the man inside the endless Chinese box.
But the first time she laid eyes on him he just looked like another awe-struck rookie lion-fighter in the pres-ence of her Lion-fighter
deluxe
…Maxim. That had taken place several years after her husband had risen to great world-wide popularity as the greatest Lion-fighter anybody had ever before seen. After his third season, he wason the cover of countless magazines in all parts of the world and rated by one as the third most famous personon the globe.Maxim’s rapidly increasing status had the ill effect of bringing a lot of poison blood to the surface in The Oak-land. He was not only besieged by area business people eager to create and exploit his brand, but also by the bigcrime boss Clyde Jackson. Jackson felt entitled to a piece of the Le Muffet prize since Maxim came up in what heregarded as
his
domain. His method of coercion was very simple and old-school. If the Lion-fighter didn’t makepayments of 10,000 a month, then one-by-one beginning with Marthia and their newborn baby girl Isis, all of Maxim’s family would begin to disappear forever. Jackson had personally brought this “deal” to Dr. Ben Akiyamawho acted as Maxim’s agent during the foundational first years of his career.Marthia remembered the sheer chill of fear that went through her that night at the exact time of the meeting.Max was in the Swiss Alps with his crew for a battle with the much-feared Ice Lions of the region. She had takenIsis in her stroller out to eat at a local grill. Six of Jackson’s men came in and sat down around them. None of them spoke a word. Outside another man was telling would be customers to go somewhere else. Inside, the mennever ate or drank or spoke. The waitress was motioned away. The music, playing through speakers, was sud-denly turned off and the lights were dimmed. She just sat there and finished her meal and went to pay but wascut off by one of the men. “This dinner provided by Mr. Clyde Jackson”. He didn’t smile. She knew better then tooppose this or say a word.The meeting with Jackson and Akiyama was anything but quiet. Dr. Ben talked none stop. He was so gladJackson had come, he said with great enthusiasm. He had been planning to approach him.
Of course
he wanted apartnership between Max and the Jackson Group. They had great plans for The Oakland, he told the crime boss.When Jackson mentioned the $10,000 payment Dr. Ben reached robustly into his pocket and handed that muchcash to Jackson. “I thought I was going to have to bribe you in order to get into your organization” he said in atone of relief. “You—are all Max and I have been talking about for weeks” he added. Later Jackson told his oafiesthat Akiyama was a little goofy but that he seemed to really wanted to roll with them. He said he would look at the various plans that Akiyama would present for setting up business’ in The Oakland. Jackson also told his crewhe planned to increase Max’ “rent” every 3 months.But one month following that meeting everything had changed. On a Sunday morning in mid-summer of that year, Clyde Jackson’s body was found in six pieces in various parts of The Oakland. His head was set above thedoorway of the first liquor store he had extorted years before in his rise to the top of the local underworld. Thearms, legs and torso—still covered in the expensive leather suit he wore, were placed in other areas. At an autowrecking yard not far away, hung by their feet after being shot in the head, were the six top area chiefs of TheJackson Group.Local World Security was all over town that day asking questions but seen as just going through the motions.They couldn’t have cared less about the fate of the Clyde Jackson and his soldiers. The question quickly became,who would run things now? That would likely determine “who’d done it”.Donny Pierson arrived in church that morning in one of the very expensive type of leather suit that Clyde Jack-son preferred. Hardly anybody even knew the 20 year old kid. Only months before he had gotten in at the bot-tom level of The Jackson Group doing basic surveillance and corner drug dealing. But when he plunked $10,000down into the collection plate, people began to ask if it were possible that it was he—and other young blood inthe crime family—that had done in the boss and the old guard. The way he carried himself that morning sug-gested that it might be true. He told the preacher that the donation was on behalf of “the new day” that was be-ginning in The Oakland.For the next week, a series of drive-by blasts from automatic weapons were directed at the various Le Muffett family homes and properties. It was clear who the remaining members of Jackson’s crime syndicate believedwas responsible. The following morning, eight more members of The Jackson Group were found in the autowrecking yard hung upside down after being shot in the head. Donny Pierson went back to church and droppedanother $10,000 into the collection basket. He announced that he was forming something he called “The PantherGroup” along with his partner Maxim Le Muffett. He told the people present that it would be a community or-ganization dedicated to various urban renewal projects. He added that The Panther Group had just purchased

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