Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-188

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # #### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ###### ####### ####### [ The Fanatic Hunter ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "THE FANATIC HUNTER" by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu Dedicated to Stefan Kronqvist and his friends. The door swung violently open and three police men with cold faces and black shades entered the computer room. They were armed, and showed it openly. Three black pistols in their hands slowly moved around and pointed aggressively at the five people in the room. The people behind the grey monitors looked up and quit typing. No one said anything. No one moved. No one knew what was going on. The room was silent. Only the buzzing sound from the lamps in the ceiling could be heard. Five people and thirty terminals were completely under control. The police men had succeeded in taking the control. A man entered the room through the same door as the police men had entered. He wore a black suit, a black tie and a long black stick. He looked around, nodded to the armed police men and began to talk. "My name is Inspector Stephen Crownbranch from the police." He opened up his wallet and showed his police identification. "Someone," he continued and placed the wallet in his breast pocket. "have hacked the computer system at the Phone Company and we know..." He stared right into the eyes of a young boy who sat beside him. "...we know that the hacker himself is in this room. The call has been traced to your system." Stephen Crownbranch looked around in the computer room. Like on all high- schools, the computers were never alone. It was five o'clock in the morning but there were still five people here, working. No, he changed his mind. Not working. Playing around, believing that they were something. That they knew something. He watched the people in the room. It was two girls, one of them very beautiful, he thought and licked his pale lips. Three boys, looking stupid like all computer nerds. They all looked so scared. They should look scared, he thought. They ought to be scared as hell. I am the force, I am the power. "So!" Stephen screamed and struck the stick violently into the wall. "Who is it? Which one of you is the criminal who violates the law?" Silence. He grabbed the stick with both hands and walked slowly into the room. The other police men remained in position. "You want to play it the hard way? Let us play it the hard way!" He walked around in the room, eyeing all the people with his stiff eyes. "Let us play it the hard way", he whispered. He stopped and smiled viciously. Then he ran like a kid, theatric, to the end of the room. He hesitated by the main terminal, a large IBM. Chuckling, he raised his stick and gave the computer several blows. The plastic shattered and all of the terminals turned black. Stephen lowered his stick and opened his mouth. "Did I do that?" he asked and slapped his head. "Did I just destroy this computer?" He threw his head back and laughed. "I did! You know what?" He bent forward and moved his head like a bird. "Now we will never know who is the responsible hacker! Now someone has to confess, or otherwise... everybody in this room will be arrested and questioned! Everybody will be presumed guilty until proven innocent!" He slapped his knees, laughed and waved his stick over his head. "You are all guilty!" The five youngsters stared at him with confused, scared eyes. He enjoyed that. He completely controlled all of them at that moment. "You are all guilty!" The words echoed through the room, out in the corridors. Then he suddenly stopped to laugh, his face turned dead serious. He held the stick in front of himself as if it had been a gun. "Who is the hacker?" he asked with a devilish voice. "Who?" No one answered. One of the girls buried her face in her hands and started to cry softly. The others did not move at all. They fear me, Stephen mumbled. I am the force. He raised his stick and took two gigantic steps against the girl. His face shone of power. She screamed when he grabbed her pony tail and forced her head back. He bent over her and held his face close to hers. "Is it you? Are you the criminal, you fucking bitch?" Tears fell from her eyes. She tried to speak but could not. "Answer me! Is it you?" "No... no..." Her voice was broken. He released her, turned around, then he turned back to her and smacked her head hard with the stick. She fell screaming off the chair and down on the floor. Hard, he struck her again. He hit her twice. Then he kicked her with his boot until she was quiet. There was blood in his face and on his stick. He looked up. "Who is the criminal?!" he yelled. "Who is it?!" One of the armed police men said: "Stephen, for christ sake.." "Shut up!" He kicked her one more time, and he felt her ribs break. She gasped and a stream of blood poured out of her mouth. He looked at the young girl below him. His heart jumped up and down in his chest. He felt excited. This was better than sex. "Who... is... it?" he asked again, breathing fast. Silence. No one dared to answer, no one dared to cry, no one dared to scream for help, no one tried to flee. The girl lay on the floor and the other four just sat on their chairs, staring at the floor. "Right..." He begun to move his arms and sway his body. "La la la la..." He danced a strange dance over the floor, making small jumps and waving his arms in the air. "I'm singing in the..." He kicked the girl's body again. "...rain! What a hum-hum day I am..." He grabbed the monitor by the computer that the girl had sat by and lifted it up with a vicious smile. "... happy again! I'm singing in the..." He dropped the monitor. It landed with a loud crash on the girl's head, crushing the skull. Her body twisted for a while, then she was still. "...rain!" The other girl in the room started to scream. With closed eyes and her mouth wide open she screamed and screamed. "La la la la..." Stephen singed sarcastically, swinging his stick as if it was a cane and he was Fred Astaire. The armed police men did not lower their guns, but they looked at each other through their shades and tried to make sense of what was happening. Stephen pointed his stick against the screaming girl. "Be quiet, you slippery cock-sucker!" Silence. "Now then... who is it?" A boy rose from a chair and cried: "For christ sake, we don't know! Just stop! Just stop..." Stephen immediately went over to the boy and punched him over the nose with his fist. The boy stumbled into the wall behind him, blood streaming from his broken nose. Stephen gave him a few more punches over the face and chest before he kicked him in the balls. The boy slowly sank down on the floor, crying in pain. Stephen talked with a low voice. "We are in church now, my friend! No blasphemy here boy! I am God Father here and you do nothing without my permission. If I say shit, you shit. If I say sit, you sit. If I say die, you die!" He left the boy and went over to the other police men. He looked around before he whispered something into the ear of one of them. The police man nodded. Stephen turned to the three remaining kids. "I will ask you this question one more time only..." He waited a couple of seconds before he continued. "Who is it? Who is the hacker?" Nothing. No answer. Silence. "You all think that you own this world. You have your computers, your networks and your so-called knowledge. Let me tell you the facts. I rule the world. I can do whatever I want to do. You can only dream about the future, about your revolution and your pathetic free information. I live in the present, I am the king. I will never let you take my power away from me. You scream for a new world order, freedom and the death of the state. If you try to kill the state, you will commit suicide, because you are all a part of that state you hate. I am not the state, I am not a servant who tries to keep it alive. I work for people who rule the world and who want to do that forever. You all did a pathetic attempt to stop us. Dream on, kids. Ride your nets. Fuck you. Surf your edges. Fuck you. Hackers will never stand up like men and fight against cold steel, night sticks and the real force. You know why? Because you are wimps who believe that the monitor in front of you will protect you from the pain. I am the law, obey me and nothing will hurt you. Disagree with me and vanish. You are nothing in the real world, you are dreamers." He paused. "The world... is mine!" he screamed and marched out of the room. When he had left the building and stepped out in the rainy night, he hesitated. Three gun shots could be heard. Then a fourth. Stephen smiled, lighted a cigarette and walked away in the rain, singing. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Take your gun and put the pigs on the run. Too ugly for TV. CALL THE STASH! CHASE THE NUMBER! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ The downward spiral. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #188 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #188 Call THE METAPHYSICAL WORKSHOP -> +1-317-736-6439 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

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