Title: Copycat

Author: Niki

Disclaimer: I don’t own the movie Pump Up the Volume or it’s characters.

Premise: Let’s skip ahead 17 years after the legendary night Mark Hunter and Nora Diniro got caught. Now living in a peaceful suburbia, Mark and Nora’s life has seemed to turn into the one thing neither ever thought it would be become, boring - even with a mouthy 16 year old and a rambunctious 6 year old. That is until Brianna, their daughter, finds out about her parents past. Nothing has changed, not a thing in 17 years…until now.

Chapter One: Findings

Mark sat on the couch, Marlin, his 6 year old son sat on the floor glued to Spongebob and a dancing bubble. Nora was out buying food and Brianna was cleaning out the basement. Yep just another boring old day in nothing has fucking changed suburbia.

After everything he did, nothing, not one damn thing has changed. The teens that were listening to Hard Harry were grown up and exactly like their folks. What a freaking waste, Mark thought to himself. Nora and he almost got throw behind bars and never to see the light of day again but by some freaking miracle of some freaking thing they got out.

It seemed those days were long forgotten. Kids today don’t have a Hard Harry, in another 17 years his daughter would be sitting with a ball of yarn making tea cozies while her boring old husband was off making a dead man’s salary and there would be 4 freaking kids running around and over in the corner there would be good old’ dad. Good old’ Mark Hunter, rotting away in a diaper and drooling.

“What a thought.” He mumbled to himself as he stood up and walked out of the living room.

“Yo Bri!?” He called out to his daughter as he reached the door to the basement. “Yo Brianna Diniro Hunter, your father is talking to you.” He called again.

“Where the hell is that girl?” He grumbled to himself as he made his way down the stairs. “Didn’t you hear me –“ Mark began to ask but stopped short seeing his daughter with old newspaper clippings and records and stereo equipment. “Where…where did you get those?”

Mark watched his daughter raise her eyebrow. “I found them in a box grandma Hunter put away – Hard Harry.”

He gulped hearing that name. “It’s dad…”

“Well back then you were going by Hard Harry!” Brianna exclaimed as she stood up throwing her arms in the air in frustration.

“No I wasn’t.” He lied

“I’m not stupid.” She snapped crossing her arms over her chest. “What the fuck, I can’t believe you weren’t even gonna tell me about this. And why, pray tell, aren’t you still doing Hard Harry? I mean this town is basically dead, or did you put it’s in its disgusting grave?”

“Both, it was miserable before, semi nice in the middle then after it was miserable once more. Everyone got a nice pay off to forget that this little underground radio thing happened. Me and your mother were also arrested, any other tib bits you want to know peaches?” Mark asked his daughter sarcastically as he took his glasses off.

“How?”

“We got caught; things were heating up to quick and well yeah.”

“Great description dad.” Brianna sarcastically said.

“So now that this is settled lets put that box back and forget we found it huh?”

“I don’t think so,” She began. “I think we should fire this thing up and bring Hard Harry back and make this town jump again. Talk hard!”

“So you have heard of Hard Harry.”

“Yeah, some loser kids down at the high school was talking about it.”

“I used to be a loser kid, no one ever expect it to be me.” Mark said proudly.

Brianna rolled her eyes. “Well you’re still a loser, no offence, so no one will expect it to be you again.”

“Uh-huh, they will come to our house first and probably throw us all in jail and wait to see if ‘Hard Harry’ speaks again. Then we will be the Swiss Family Fucking Robinson in a jail cell and I will be getting a human booster shot by a guy named Molly.”

Brianna held her laughter back. “Lovely thought. Besides the point, this freaking suburbia could use a little bit of shaking up. I mean we could go down outside of town and use it and no one would be able to track us.”

“No one would be able to hear us either. Just get this idea out of your head, Hard Harry is long gone.” Mark said giving his daughter a scolding look as he walked back up the stairs.

Brianna sat there with her arms crossed. Well, it doesn’t have to Hard Harry…it’ could always be a copycat. Brianna thought to herself with a bright smile as she looked over at the stereo equipment. “This’ll be fun.”

To Be Continued

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