“IMPEACH MAYOR DIXON! IMPEACH MAYOR DIXON!” The chants roared across city hall as the mob marched back and forth. Anthony stood at the front of the line, picket sign held high, roaring the chant as loudly as he could. Police and firetrucks were lined in an attempt to subdue the protestors, but little was working. Anthony watched on as the firemen readied their hoses, but he continued marching.
“STAND BACK!” The firemen yelled, and while most did retreat, Anthony held out.
“I’M WARNING YOU! STAND. BACK.” He continued on despite the warning.
The sound of pressure was unmistakable as the beige hose sprung to life. The purple liquid sprung outward, covering Anthony and several other protestors as the crowd ran back, fleeing the scene. He fell to the ground, blinded by the liquid as his consciousness began to slip away. Read more