Meter Maid

By Michael Espinal and Moisaque Blanc

In a world where Meter Maids are our best heroes, Renardd, the protagonist embarks on a dramatic mission to save the only woman he ever loved, Pamela Houston. With the clock counting down Pamela is about to be the 26th victim of a Mass Murderer who goes by the name of Mad Beast, but not without a little help..
"Kid who gets the short end of the stick ends up partnering with what he believed to be a man at first, he soon discovers that Renardds infamy borders the supernatural of the phenomenon.
Some say he is the definition of all paranormal activities. Religion and Science can't explain the impossible feats Renardd has done.
Can Renardd save Pamela in time from the sadistic Mad Beast and unravel the mysteries that pulls them down deeper into the rabbit whole?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 12, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452059624

Michael Espinal

Moisaque Blanc, also known as (Mo) has truly earned the title of being called Jack of All Trades. Mo has worked his way to possessing skills such as graphic designer, story writer, and at times devotes to helping the homeless by volunteering serving them natural healthy meals. He lives his life on the edge, as he accomplish sky dive and enjoys bike riding. He is also part of a creative team for art known as Prodigy 6. Mike is not a mysterious person who prefers to keep to himself. He lives his life completely opposite of his partner. Impatient, lazy, selfish man, who has a drive for the "world of ink" as he calls it. Anything pertaining to art or writing captures his imagination and drives his creativity to new peaks. Ironically giving him the self driven will to propel him out of his normal habitats and into another world prefers to live by his own creed and loves saying "There's nothing worst than being unprepared". He does not talk much about himself and prefers to work alone stating "There isn't a human alive that can maintain the same level of passion as myself except that clean freak partner of mine". His greatest fault that he sees as his gift is that midway through one project he starts a new one. He too is a member of Prodigy 6.

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© 2010 Moisaque Blanc & Michael Espinal. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse 10/5/2010

ISBN: 978-1-4520-5962-4 (e)

ISBN: 978-1-4520-5961-7 (sc)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2010912151

Printed in the United States of America

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Contents

{Opening Scene}

CHAPTER 1 – LAW ABIDING CITIZEN

CHAPTER 2 – THE KID

CHAPTER 3 – THE BEAST

CHAPTER 4 – NERO

CHAPTER 5 – ONLY SON

CHAPTER 6 – RYTHMS OF A BEATING HEART

CHAPTER 7 – AMBUSH AT DISTRICT 9

CHAPTER 8 – SPY VS SPY

CHAPTER 9 – THE PEACE TREATY

Chapter 10 – Dinning with the devil

Chapter 11- HIGHWAY BLUES

CHAPTER 12 – THE PURSUIT

 {Opening Scene}

CHAPTER 1 – LAW ABIDING CITIZEN

Setting

[Monday afternoon, the sun shines on the head of the bed, heavy and fighting its way through the tinted window, reflecting off the badge. The room is dark and dense, barely visible despite the sun’s attempt to polish the cell. The moth eaten comforter hugs his body...the body of a man, the body of strength and truth, the body of man with little minutes, the body of a law abiding...citizen.]

[He raises dramatically, sheets and comforter suspended in air as if waiting for permission to fall. The law checks the alarm clock wondering why it hasn’t gone off.]

Renardd: Hmm, looks like I’m an hour early. Well if I can wake myself up then I don’t need this shit.

[Renardd grabs the Altman clock yanking it out of its socket and sending it flying into a random direction. As Renardd hears the sound of a clock crashing into a child’s face just trying to get to school on time, he then smiles and shrugs it off.]

Renardd: They should have gotten a dog. I can smell someone breaking the law...the law of minutes.

[The scene changes to Renardd staring at the trophies and medals on the placket bedside him, all displaying his accomplishments on the job.]

Renardd: God I love being prepared [he snickers a little]

[Renardd jumps out of bed, uniform already on as if he slept in it the night before.]

Renardd: Rule number 2: Preparation is key. Following your own rules is like disrespecting the law...MY LAW.

[Renardd walks out the door. He locks all three locks simultaneously. He reaches street level when he spots the little boy on the floor still waiting for...]

Renardd: You waiting on the school bus or an ambulance?

[The little boy’s face remains pink and flustered with confusion and fear. Nothing in the past 90 seconds made sense to him and now Renardd’s face is only inflicting fear. Right now he wants to call for his mother; however he can’t seem to get his mouth open.]

Little Boy: Gasping air

Renardd: Hmm, I know that sound. You swallowed your balls? Well your minutes up and that’s gonna cost you.

[Renardd reaches into his right holster, preparing to write justice, preparing to deliver law to a 12 year old. The child thinks he reaches for his gun, in reality however Renardd pulls out a pad and pen from his holster.]

Little Boy: {in shock and confusion} W-What are you-

Renardd: Large vocabulary you got there Sherrel. You must be an X-Box fan.

[Renardd finishes writing and rips the paper from the pad with dramatic conviction.]

Renardd: Here you go Susan. {Slapping the paper onto the boy’s head, the blood from the clock helps the ticket stick}. $150 for bleeding on the sidewalk without a permit, but don’t worry I gave you a discount for bleeding on my clock. I hate clocks, they never follow anyone’s time but their own…and my time is always right.

Little Boy: Are you a cop or something?

Renardd: Oh you can speak now. And you ask me a 12 year old question? How old are you anyway chump? I’m always here protecting the law, and protecting the streets.

[Renardd pushes his face closer to the little boy.]

Renardd: I’m the Meter Maid. Catch ya lata Janice.

[The child finally remembers the identity of the monster standing before him, all it took was his job description to bring the boy back to reality. The boy stood his ground in order to show that he is strong. Facing the lawful man and yelled out.]

Little boy: You’re the asshole everyone talks about!

Renardd: You know I think you are going to be late for your appointment.

Boy: What, I’m going to school man!

Renardd: Man?

Boy: So you’re a girl then. I knew it! That explains why you are so dateless.

[The Meter Maid began to build up a sign of murderous intent in his eyes. Heavy breathing and darkness consumed the child’s face and at that moment the unthinkable happened when he appeared on missing persons flyer with a fine of 12 dollars on his far head, which makes one wonder is that the money or his age.]

[Renardd is writing a ticket on the far side of west 34thstreet. He is distracted for a moment by a television in a window of a store besides the car. He watches as a man in cuffs is carried away by police officers. Reporter Jack Flare, at the scene of the breaking news reports live.]

Jack Flare: Oh my goodness ladies and gentleman. Besides my incredible eyebrows and my boyish good looks, let’s take a moment of silence.

Renardd: Someone died? Must be someone important?

Jack Flare: Thank you for that, I am a SEXY BITCH! Yeeaaaa I know you can feel me right, you can feel me?

[The feed is cut temporarily but comes back on about a minute later. No one knows what to make of this man’s tirade.]

Jack Flare: Sorry about that, back to the important crap. So I was saying that-

[The feed once again is cut. Jack Flare is obviously getting paid enough to stay on this long, no one would dare take him off. The feed returns only to have Jack smoking what appears to be marijuana, the feed quickly cuts off on resumes a minute later.]

Jack Flare: Okay I’m set now. So there was an explosion, but we are not sure if this was orchestrated or an accident. You see a bomb would usually target multiple people at least; however the circumstances are a bit more puzzling. The bomb targeted only One Man…yes One Man, and he is a nobody! We are not sure if this man was the cause of the bomb or if he was extremely unlucky. {Laughs}. Oh, oh here he comes. [Jack Flare runs toward the man with his camera man. The camera bounces erratic as the camera man tries to keep up with the reporter. Finally as the men stop running the camera man tries adjusting the angle getting a brief image of the man who was injured by the bomb.]

Jack Flare: Oh my God!

[The man’s hair is long jet black completely covering his face. His gray sweatpants is covered in blood and dirt streaks riding up and down the legs. His plaid shirt almost matches Jack Flares giving Jack disdain as he stares at it.]

Jack Flare: What a poor chap, look at how he tries to compliment plaid. Wait, isn’t that my shirt!?

[The man looks up as the camera catches a glimpse of his face. His eyes were red and his face appeared wrinkled and worn out drooling like an animal. Suddenly he launches at the camera man forcing the camera to the ground. {Static} The feed suddenly cuts off permanently this time.]

Renardd: Amusing. Must be FOX.

[An elderly woman creeps up on him without any signs or notice.]

Woman: Hello officer.

Renardd: ...Hello Nana.

Woman: Is there a problem?

Renardd: Not at all, I’m just updating my face book status, also I’m twittering your 19 year old boyfriend. You know what they say...80 is the new 30 right.

Woman: E-Excuse me? Officer my ears are not as good as they used to be.

Renardd: {Renardd thinks clearly before recovering and then shouts back} I said your worth $300.

[The woman stares at the ticket and adjusts her spectacles.]

Woman: Oh my! Isn’t this a little much for an old-

Renardd: What do you mean? Judging from the contents and quality of your recently filled prescription, I would say that you have enough hormonal drugs to add another 6 inches to lady GAGA’s shvantz. That’s penis to your people, you know the ones who don’t believe in that guy with sandals and the cross.

Woman: W-Who? What are you-

Renardd: You’re making this more difficult than it has to be. Your age is a little too ripe for my zingers. I’m going to rewind the date on your driver’s license to give you an extension; you look like you have 3 weeks left anyway.

[Renardd gets onto a Harley that was did not belong to him, and revs it up into high gear. The owner of the bike who left his keys in the ignition greeting his fiancée starts running back towards Renardd as he hears the engine revving. The platonic smoke dazes the Jewish woman filling her lungs. She grasps her chest and falls to the floor in pain.]

Renardd: Oops, looks like I was wrong about that extension.

[Riding off into the sunrise laughing grimly into the busy streets of Manhattan Renardd continues praying for the next victim.]

CHAPTER 2 – THE KID

Setting

[Renardd walks into the office halls with a look off disappointment drenched on his face, immediately he is summoned to the captains office.]

Renardd: (Growl) Uhh, can’t this wait?

[One of Renardd’s rival’s Davis, a street cop. He’s only been on the job for a few years but is already used to gloating over Renardd for not making it and falling short, hence the Meter Maid gig.]

Davis: Calm the hell down Dirty Harry, it’s just a talk. Something you’re not good at, just check your dating resume. Remember Anita from booking?

[Renardd is double teamed by Richard who is also a cop and a gloating Soldier Of Fortune.]

Richard: Oh he definitely remembers shamoo from accounting. Debbie from the vault, she had overbites so bad he had to feed her with a shovel.

[They both can’t stop laughing. Renardd appears unfazed but remains humiliated.]

Davis: Hahahaha that’s right! She makes bugs bunny look like Anne Hathaway.

[Renardd gives a slight sigh and smiles.]

Renardd: Oh here is Paris and Ru Paul. The first can’t make up his mind if he wants to jerk off or throw up. The second one...envy’s he can’t do both.

Renardd: Also my name is Renardd, not Renardd. Before you rub lotion on your lips to speak, remember it’s spelled with two D’s not one. I thought you should be able to roll your D’s since you’re a hermaphrodite Davis, but I guess you spend too much time with Richard, I mean Ru Paul, by the way why do you even still work here? Isn’t your show in its 3rd or fourth season?

Davis: Ha-ha very funny…

[Their conversation was interrupt by a short stocky woman who was yelling at the police counter.]

Lady: Hello! Hello! Can anybody help me! Why isn’t anyone helping me!?

Officer: Ma’am, ma’am please just come down, and tell me what exactly happen.

Lady: I-it’s my husband he hasn’t been home in two days!

Officer: Did file a missing person report?

Lady: That’s why I’m here

Officer: Well ok here is what you can do-

Lady: Please don’t give me the run about! The least you can do is here me out, you are an Officer aren’t you!?

Officer (Gulp): Ok

Lady: I called both our families and they all haven’t seen him, so technically I’m the last one to see him. The only thing that he left home was his wedding ring.

Ashley Foremen: So that makes you the only prime suspect. Please come with me into the integration room. I just need you to ask you a few questions.

Lady: Who do you think you are-

Richard: Look at Ashley being the big shot.

[Richard pulls out a stick of gum and offers it first to Renardd.]

Renardd: Did you poison it with your sweat? If not then I’ll have one.

[Inches away from Renardd’s hand Richard immediately pulls the gum back without mercy.]

Richard: Psyche!

[Renardd appears unamused from the juvenile prank.]

Richard: Here Davis have some.

Davis: I wish I could have some but I can’t.

Richard: Why not?

Davis: My teeth are sensitive because of a stupid root canal.

Renardd: Maybe you just have girly teeth.

Davis: Whatever Renardd.

Richard: Hey look! That fat pig Ashley is about to make his move.

Davis: Yeah he’ll do anything to get his stripes.

Renardd: Most likely her husband is already dead. After 48 hours the percentage drops nearly all the way to zero.

Ashley Foremen: What is your name?

Lady: Caroline. Caroline Louis

Ashley Foremen: Come with me to the integration room and we will try to put everything together.

[Ashley smiles as he convinces Caroline to enter the integration room.]

Renardd: He’s a go getter.

Captain Moranus: Hey Dane Cook step into my office, my office, I said I said!

(Shouts Captain Moranus)

[Renardd walks into the captains’ office and immediately feels uncomfortable as he realizes there was a young gentleman in the room with the both of them. Immediately he notices the young man wearing an Official Officer of the Law Meter Maid uniform.]

Captain: Well Renardd this is your partner on the job for now on. By the way did you hear about that, I said about that bomb!?

Renardd: Partner?

Captain: What are you deaf!? Now I need you to show him the ropes around this part of town since he is new to New York, this part of town I said, I said!

[Renardd looks over at the new kid as if he was responsible for everything wrong in Renardd’s life and muttered under his breath Oh I got a rope alright while rubbing his neck.]

[Someone was knocking on Captain Moranus’ door.]

Captain: Come in I say, I say!

[It was a chubby Officer with brown hair name Ashley Foremen who was socially awkward, gratuitous property damage, clumsy and always passing bad gas when he gets nervous.]

Ashley Foremen: Hello there sir!

Captain: Sigh…hello Ashley.

Ashley Foremen: Here are all the papers of case number 142 you have requested.

[As Ashley walks into the room he trips over the edge of the carpet sending him flying towards Renardd.]

Renardd: Don’t even think about it Susie!

[Ashley then adjusts his movement towards the captain.]

Captain: Ahhh! Not here you idiot!

[Ashley then adjusts his movement again back to Renardd, but all he does is sit there with a murderous intent his eyes as he stares right into Ashley’s soul.]

Ashley Foremen: ENHHH!

[Pulling away from Renardd and back to Captain Moranus, Ashley is finding out how daunting it this job field can be.]

Captain (Calm voice): Do it…

Ashley Foremen: AHHH! Thank you sir!

Captain: AND YOU’RE FIRED!!!

[Feeling so under pressure by Renardd and Moranus, Ashley decides to drop the pile of paper work on to Kid’s lap, tearing his pants by giving him a thousand paper cut.]

Kid: Ouch! Darn it!

Ashley Foremen: Oh please forgive me!

[While trying to clean up the mess he was also passing gas due to being so nervous.]

*FRRRRRRRRT!!!*

Captain: Ashley just leave the papers there, and get out of here.

Ashley Foremen: O-OH ok…

[As Ashley shuts the door behind him, every picture frame in the captain’s office fell right of the walls.]

Renardd: This may be a rhetorical question but are we still alive?

Captain: Well let us move on I say.

Kid: Ok.

Captain: Here me out boy, did you take your photo ID yet?

Kid: N-No sir…I didn’t know if I needed one.

Captain: Sigh…what are you I said what are you boy, stupid!?

Kid: I-

Captain: Already on the first day of work and you screw up I said screw up!

Renardd: Hmmm…wet behind the ears boy.

Captain: ID is important but oh well smile for the camera!

Kid: What?

[Pulling out an old fashion Polaroid camera, the captain took a picture of Kid while his mouth was open and his eyes were close. As if Kid was enjoying an oral treatment of some kind.]

[The new kid wanted to break the ice by lending his hand out to be polite. However like the shark Renardd is he bit the new guy’s hand and put him into a submission.]

Captain: My goodness man what are you doing?

Renardd: He was reaching for my note pad.

Captain: Look new kid I don’t know where you come from but-

Kid: I’m from Chicago! Ow! Y-You read my resume.

Captain: Shut up! Where was I? Oh yeah! Shut up I said, I said. Now I don’t know where you come from but here in New York City reaching for a Meter Maid’s note pad is the same as reaching for his gun.

Kid: What!!!? Arrrggggg!!!!!!!!!

Captain: Back in my days I remember exchanging numbers with a sexy woman who I may add was sexy. I said she was sexy I said, I said.

Renardd: …We heard you. {Tightens grip.}

Kid: Arrrggggg! Captain-

Captain: I don’t believe it Renardd. He has no manners when people are communicating.

[Because Renardd had his mouth full with the kid’s hand down his throat,