The following was originally printed in SINNAMON #2 as part of that comic's Golden Valley Gazette text page. For the latecomers out there, the first issue of SINNAMON saw Infama go down in defeat at the hands of the powerful heroine. In the second issue, Infama's day in court was interrupted by three members of the Sisterhood who carried her off to freedom.

The Infama Interview

PUBLISHER'S NOTE: The Gazette's Stacie Landers was able to get an interview with Infama, the woman who used her strange powers to ravage the city until she was stopped by Sinnamon. Ninety minutes later after this interview, Infama was spirited away by three women in a courtroom attack that left the city stunned. This interview was done as part of a feature story for Saturday's Gazette, but in light of yesterday's events, it is being printed here in its entirety.

Even if she didn't have the ability to create objects seemingly out of thin air, the woman named Infama would stand out in any crowd. She stands six feet tall in her black leather boots, with a body that would put a centerfold model to shame.

Handcuffed, with two burly guards watching her every movement, her powers somehow curtailed, Infama still exudes an overwhelming sense of self-confidence.

Stacie L: Thank you for agreeing to this interview.

INFAMA: It beats sitting around in the cell - they won't let me have any playmates. Besides, I love the press - you're so easily manipulated.

Stacie L: Er ah, fine. I assume "Infama" is a code name. Would you tell me your real name?

INFAMA: Sure My� name is Tracy Cleaver And my dad's name was Ward, and I can't remember my mom's name ...

Stacie L: It wouldn't be June, would it?

INFAMA: Oh, so you knew my parents too? What an amazing coincidence!

Stacie L: You're not going to tell me your real name, are you?

INFAMA: Very good. Say, you've got nice hair. Is that your natural color?

Stacie L: Well ... maybe I gave it a little help.

INFAMA: You're all right. Ask me whatever you'd like.

Stacie L: Okay. Where did you get that amazing power of yours?

INFAMA: I suppose I was born with it. My dad was a prominent scientist and quite the inventor.

One day he discovered that the planet was unstable and ready to blow. So he popped me into a rocket ship and launched it just as everything came tumbling down. I landed here on earth, and when I got out of the ship, I had powers beyond those of normal chicks.

Stacie L: Wait ... you're saying you're an alien?

INFAMA: Of course. You think earth chicks are stacked like this?

Stacie L: (expletive deleted) Fine, if you want to play it this way. I just assumed they were implants.

INFAMA: PLEASE! Totally natural. Mind you, I used to be a flat-chested little nerdette. Then one day, I was bitten by a radioactive watermelon ...

Stacie L: Excuse me, but aren't you going to be serious about anything?

INFAMA: Well ... what's the point of talking about my powers if I can't even show them to you?

Now, if someone would loosen this piece of metal, then you'd REALLY have something to write about. Hey, are you getting pale on me? I'm not scaring you, am I?

Stacie L: You can be a very intimidating person. You hurt a lot of people while on your rampage - why did you do those things?

INFAMA: Ooh, a SERIOUS question. You know if my lawyer was here, she'd say answering a question like that would be prejudicial. Innocent until proven guilty, and all that.

Hahaha! Did I call myself "innocent"? What a riot!

Stacie L: I don't get it. You're in jail, and yet you're as high-spirited as anyone I've ever met who was still sober. Aren't you worried about the consequences of what you've done? The prospect of prison doesn't worry you?

INFAMA: Only if I thought I was going to be around here long enough to go to jail. But don't tell anyone, okay? (talking to guards) Hey, you morons! You didn't hear anything, right?

Like it'd make a difference.

Hey, Ms. Bottled Blonde ... want a good quote for your story?

Stacie L: You're going to tell me you've been intimate with Bugs Bunny?

INFAMA: Not bad, but this is better. You want to know why I do the things I do? Listen up. I do them because I can. There's a gem on my neck that makes my wishes become real. If I want to stack cars like pancakes on the freeway during rush hour, I can. If I want to knock over a bank, take the money and use it as confetti, I can. If I want to fly through the air on a carpet, I can do it just like that.

You ever fly through the air and feel the wind rushing through your hair? You ever feel rush of seeing an office building come crashing down because YOU hammered it to bits?

Even for a second, did you ever feel like you had the power to do ANYTHING you wanted? Did you?

Stacie L: I ... of course not.

INFAMA: You had to think about it? Look into my eyes. If this metal band wasn't around my throat, if I was able to use my gem ... you'd be at my mercy. I could do ANYTHING I wanted with you.

You have any idea how it feels to have power like that?

Stacie L: I suppose I can't even imagine. It must feel ... awe-inspiring.

INFAMA: HAHA! It feels like everyday is Christmas, and I can have all the presents I want!

And I'm beautiful, too. Why shouldn't I be a happy girl? Tell you what. When this unpleasantness is over, I'll come for you, and we can have some fun together. Would you like that? Your name's Stacie, right? What's wrong? Run out of questions? What's next on your list? Oooh, looks like you dropped your notebook ... not getting nervous, are you? I like that in a woman.

Hurry it up. I think the morons are getting restless. Too late! I guess the interview's over. Too bad ... there was so much we still had to talk about. I'm sure I had at least three more origin stories to tell you.

(talking to guards) Hey, careful where you put those hands, guy!

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