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Date Posted: 02:35:31 07/31/02 Wed
Author: The Savage
Subject: Death of Lex, Birth of the Savage

�Do you think we could stop now? I�m tired.�, sighed the younger brother. His older brother turns around with a look of aggraviation and repeats loudly, �Chris what the hell did I just say last time? Do you not understand English all of the sudden? We�re NOT stopping until we find Lex and make him pay for robbing us blind boy.� The two brothers continued marching down in the road in the dead of the night as a lone wolf howled hauntingly in the distance and beams from the full moon danced on their faces.

Chris, the younger of the brothers, was trying to warn his older and more stubborn brother Jeff that Lex had changed. He wasn�t the same young punk that used to run away with his tail tucked between his legs when faced with adversity like he was in the days of him being a MallRat. According to the people in the city, in the last month only half of the people who decided to venture and out to try and confront him ended up not coming back. Eventually they would find the bloody corpses with each of the heads scalped in the ancient ways of the Native Americans. Apparently Lex did have Native American blood in him.

No one was really sure what helped him make the transition from a punk kid to a warrior with a killer instinct. Some people believed he was merely pushed over the edge of sanity at some point by his track record of repeated disappointments and failures. Others believed that him and Ebony meeting again caused him to �step up to the plate� so to speak in order to keep her by his side because everyone knew she wasn�t the type to put up with the weak punk he was before. Whatever the case was, one thing was for sure, Lex had gone from being the joke of the city to one of the most feared names in all of the city.

Finally Chris and Jeff reached the abandoned dance club everyone knew Lex kept as his home. Looking around cautiously, Jeff whispers, �Keep your cool Chris. This shouldn�t take long at all.�
Beginning to feel his eyes water, Chris whimpers, �God please let us escape alive��

Just then from high above them a voice called out, �Leave now and I�ll spare your lives.� Jeff spun around in circles trying to make out exactly where Lex was yelling, �Get down here you bastard! I�m going to�� A small rock bounces past the left side of him and immediately Jeff pulls out an old styled riffle and shoots in that direction only to have his head split wide open by the swift slash of Lex�s stone tamahawk. Jeff�s body hits the ground with a loud THUD. Blood pours out from the back of his head as his younger brother stands there crying looking up at his brother�s killer.

�Oh Lex�please�don�t kill me. I�m not after you. I swear�� Clad in a black pair of cargo-like pants with his toned chest covered by a black vest with his long dark hair tied back in a slick ponytail and face covered with black and red warpaint he winces at Chris, �Lex is DEAD. I am the Savage.� Kneeling down he dips his fingers in the pool of blood that has leaked out from Jeff�s split skull and paints his face with it, �I will let you go but let what I did to your brother be a lesson to you.� With that the Savage silently stalks off into the darkness of the night as Chris charges off towards the city, leaving behind the corpse of his older brother who looked to kill another but instead got himself killed. Poetic Justice or Tragic Irony? Your call.

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