Harmless looking bunch, aren’t they? And take my word for it, harmless is exactly the word I’d use to describe the HC mob. Three guys from wildly different backgrounds, drawn together by a common interest.
Andy, known as ‘the curator’ was a builder. A good one, by all accounts, until he met HJ (ex-IT) and the captain (aeronautical). You see, they all have a thing about vultures. Now, I know what you’re thinking: how could anyone ‘have a thing’ about those filthy scavengers? Think about it, though. Who else do you know that struts about on two legs, mostly upright; goes about in groups, argues all the time and eats dead stuff? That’s right: us. People. Humans.
So the HC gang took to looking more deeply at what vultures do and how they live, and you know what they found? They’re clean. That’s right. After they’ve stuck their heads inside the remains of some poor beast, they go off to find water to clean themselves. And they’re… the word they used was ‘discriminatory’. Sure, if they find something they want, they’ll take it. They’ll squabble among themselves and use all sorts of power plays to get what they want, but guess what? Nobody ever gets hurt, but everybody gets fed. And I’ll tell you something else. They only ever take what’s left around, unguarded. They’re not above snatching something from another of their kind, or from another scavenger, but with a very few exceptions, they never, ever kill anything. So the gang figured that would be a good way for them to live, too; on the fringes of society, profiting from its excesses. A kind of shadow existence, but one that was no real threat to anyone.
Now, you’d think a gang living like that would be kind of admired. In a world where people carry guns and knives, and use them to get what they want, a gang that owns no weapons and never hurts anyone doesn’t seem to be one that would strike fear into people’s hearts. I mean, that’s how governments operate, isn’t it? They take what they want, too. But unlike the HC gang, they’ll punish you if you try to stop them. Try to stop these three from taking what they want, and they’ll run off and look for something else to help themselves to; something that’s not guarded; something that’s easy pickings for them.
So why do you suppose it is, that as soon as they walk into a town, the streets empty? Why is there a sense of fear and revulsion at their presence? Is it because they don’t have a ‘proper’ job? Is it because they don’t fit into the same mould as everyone else?
Or is it simply because so few have taken the trouble to find out what they’re really all about; how they lead their lives, and why they live as they do?
I wrote this in response to Kreative Kue 123, issued on this site earlier this week. Feel free to join in; just follow the link.