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Big City - The Manzetti Saga

Big City - The Manzetti Saga

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Published by Eric Peter Schwartz
Big City is a fantasy crime-drama. Think of it as LAW & ORDER meets LORD OF THE RINGS. It was a monthly, text-based webseries that ran from 2002 until 2005. The episodes followed the exploits of two police detectives, two P.I.s and a journalist who lived in a place where the magical is mundane and beings of all kinds must learn to work, live, love and fight temptation together. THE MANZETTI SAGA compiles the first season of episodes with the first story of the second season (which wrapped up the story line.) I hope you enjoy.
Big City is a fantasy crime-drama. Think of it as LAW & ORDER meets LORD OF THE RINGS. It was a monthly, text-based webseries that ran from 2002 until 2005. The episodes followed the exploits of two police detectives, two P.I.s and a journalist who lived in a place where the magical is mundane and beings of all kinds must learn to work, live, love and fight temptation together. THE MANZETTI SAGA compiles the first season of episodes with the first story of the second season (which wrapped up the story line.) I hope you enjoy.

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BIG CITY
THE MANZETTI SAGA 
Created byEric Peter Schwartz and Greg Twait
(Compiled from the webseries)
Written by
Eric Peter SchwartzGreg Twait Millie Collins And TooWicked2Love
 
Something in the lovers said to take their shoes off. Only an hour before he had declaredhis love for her and she for him. Now, with the lights of Big City looking over the trees like a childwatching ants on the pavement, the lovers walked barefoot through the dewy grass of Center Park. As if scripted, the man pulled the woman to him and they kissed. Nearby, an old Elf couplepassing on a moonlight carriage ride, stole a glimpse of love just beginning. The lovers keptwalking further from the path and the lights.Near a small lake, in a quiet corner of the park, they made love.They tried to hold back the world. They wanted to stop time and not have to return hometo separate beds. They wanted to stay there forever.They never heard the splashing. They never saw the thing rise from the lake. The manonly opened his eyes in time to see the thing bear down on them and rip them apart. When it wasdone the thing returned to the lake. It was tired. The next time, it would go further.The remains of the lovers lay there, their arms still holding one another. Beside them,carved into the ground, the words: FURY – ACTION – FREEDOM.
BIG CITY
“AVATAR”
by Eric Peter Schwartz
There was a creamer, then a box of blue-tip all-weather matches and a laminatedbookmark (as a balancing agent). The capper was a crisscrossed grid of three swizzle sticks at90 degrees to the three paperclips on top of them. This one had been standing for 7 days, nearlyapproaching the station record of 13 days. Any files or packages were gently deposited on theother side of the desk. The tiny sculptures and their longevity had become a source of officepride. As shifts came and went most everyone would take a look to make sure the littlemasterpieces were still standing. Anyone clumsy enough to knock one of the sculptures over hadto buy doughnuts for the office. If a perp being booked knocked it over, the responsibility then fellon the arresting officer. Somehow over the years, the nervous habit of one detective had becomethe totem, the icon, the defining symbol of all his fellow officers. All the officers but one.Needless was early as usual. He sat at the desk adjacent to his partner’s, glowering atthe tiny sculpture that sat proudly on his partner’s desk. He would protect it from anyone…onlybecause he desperately wanted to knock it over himself. He saw the sculpture as a personalthreat. It was the physical embodiment of an ordered mind or at the very least, a mind trying toorder itself. It stood for days daring him. It taunted the seed of chaos that had given the nicknameNeedless Action in the first place.Somehow Needless could never bring himself to smash the little piles of stuff. Little angelvs. little devil – angel wins.The man that the department knew as Stack sat at his desk. He was meticulouslytranscribing the taped phone conversation between a suspected arms dealer named Wilsted anda Goblin lawyer named Slith. Wilstead was suspected of selling weapons to street gangs for theremnants of the Manzetti crime family. Slith, it was believed was helping to launder the money. Asyet the police had no proof. This tap had been on Wilstead’s phone for weeks. Nothing out of theordinary was heard. A dozen pizza orders. A few calls to phone lines of ill-repute. Nothing. Hetranscribed everything. Every last word archived in his computer.
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Stack stopped the tape and dropped his headphones on the desk. He looked across atNeedless, who was staring at the small pile of objects that had been on Stack’s desk for a week.“Are you going to do any of this?” Stack said to Needless. Without breaking his stareNeedless shook his head slightly. “You really want to knock this down. Don’t you?”“In the worst way.”They both became vaguely aware of two people standing next to the desks. Needlessshook off his stare and looked up into the always-red face of their Captain, Dennis Breen.Standing with him was a shorter man. The man looked disheveled, like some one had just pulledhim out of a coma, made him smoke a half pack of cigarettes and dumped him outside the policestation. Stack and Needless stood up.“Sgt. Forray. Sgt. D’yen. This is Albert Welp,” Breen said sporting a broad smile thatindicated to the two that they were about to get the royal – gold plated – jewel encrusted – oiledgently shaft. “Mr. Welp this is Detective Sergeant Adam Forray and his partner Sergeant JohnD’yen.”Handshakes were exchanged. After a quiet moment Needless finally chimed in. “What’sgoing on?”“Mr. Welp here is writing a book about the Manzetti Family. He’s here to follow you guysfor a few weeks. You know, to ask questions about how you broke them up and stuff.” Breen saidbeaming. “Oh and you guys have been requested down in Center Park.” Breen laughed deep ashe left Stack and Needles with Mr. Welp.“Okay,” Welp said pulling a notepad out of his back pocket, “which one is Stack Fury andwhich one is Needless Action?” Welp then sat on the edge of Stack’s desk, knocking over thesmall creamer/matchbook pile that could have gone into the department’s record books.
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In the quiet dark the rat’s nails clicked along the concrete floor. The rat scampered alongthe corner of the room. It smelled something. Something it hadn’t smelled before. A hint of staticelectricity. Sweeter. Harder to define. The rat continued to move in the dark.In a sliver of light, a black eye followed the rat. A word was mumbled. The room filled withbright light as the rat erupted into flames. As the flames died away and the rat’s carcass sizzled, ahand reached down and snatched it from the floor. Within moments the rat was devoured and itsbones picked clean.
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“Fury, action, freedom.” Stack read as he squatted next to the two lovers bodies. “Isuppose it could be us but it’s kind of ambiguous.” He stood up and looked at Needless. “What doyou think?”“Got me?” He scanned the scene. “I mean these two are torn to shreds, there is this hugeanimal track and then ‘fury, action, freedom’. It’s not adding up to me.”Stack turned to the patrolman standing near by. “Are they checking the lake?”“They’ll be sending a robot sub in about an hour.”
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