Short Story: Deftones – "Koi No Yokan"
Wed, 08 Jul 2015 11:50:35
A short story told with Chino Moreno's lyrics on Deftones' seventh album 'Koi No Yokan'...
Deftones dropped Koi No Yokan [Reprise] back in 2012, and it's become one of their most celebrated offerings since then. Last week, frontman Chino Moreno took to the band's Facebook to personally announce, "Finished recording my voice parts for the record." So, the world has got album number eight to look forward to very soon. In the meantime though, we decided to do something a little different to look back at Koi No Yokan. Rick Florino wrote a short story incorporating the lyrics from the album seamlessly as both dialogue and description, and we wanted to share it with you.
Koi No Yokan — A Short Story
They travel through the air. Detective Cynthia Redmond is in a police helicopter zooming over an urban sprawl below. Flames erupt from trash cans as they pass a homeless enclave far from the tips of the skyscrapers cutting through the night clouds. Cynthia sighs as she checks her watch. It's 2:52am, and she needs to be inside the designated location at 3am. The note left in her mailbox with her nephew Christopher's stuffed dolphin simply read, "9673845 Hurst Ave. 3am. Alone." She knew who it was from. The press call him, "Poltergeist", because he leaves the television on in the houses. Three families already. She got the case, and when she got close, she got the note and her nephew disappeared. Then, he called her. The only thing he said was, "Tonight the stage is yours." She had trouble keeping her composure, but somehow didn't freak out on the call. 2:54am now.
The chopper passes an upscale strip club and high-end sex club called, "Swerve City". The address was located a block behind it. It was her idea to go through the roof. The pilot, Casey Huth, forties nods. They're above the building. It's time.
"Ready?" asks Casey.
"Yeah," Cynthia nods.
"Don't look it," he goes on. "I don't have time," she says, attaching herself to the cord.
"Time to let everything inside show," exclaims Casey. "All that rage in your eyes, let it out."
Cynthia jumps. She slides down the rope. Her ponytail waves in the wind as her feet touch the roof, and she grabs the shotgun slung over her shoulder and holds it at the ready. She pats the bulletproof vest over her chest with the word "Police" emblazoned across it. It's a tick she picked up from her old green-eyed partner Bill Crowley. Before they'd enter anywhere, he'd hit his vest as if to check that it still could stop a bullet. He'd been dead two years, but ever since, Cynthia kept the same habit. She scanned the "Swerve City" roof, and a S.W.A.T. Team sniper signaled to her, giving her thumbs up as he aimed towards the door she approached. That door was painted green like Bill's eyes. The forest color instantly clashed with the rusted clutter of the roof. She moved towards the door. She thought of Crowley. The last thing he said to her before they breached that house was, "I love you to death." All she could do was nod.
She moves closer to the door. Her nephew's in there. Her sister's the only relative left. She taps the vest once more and then kicks the door. As soon as she moves in, she hits the ground.