"Billy, Mandy, Raven, & Yog-Sothoth. Part 1." by Miranda July
The sun poured forth from the heavens above,
illuminating an otherwise shadow laden afternoon in the house of one
Mandy. Her surname is no longer known, for it is rumored to speak her
name is to bring her back from which she was banished. Her house,
placed inauspiciously on a dreary suburban road, sat in a state of
disarray as the grass had not been cut in weeks, the newspapers were
piling up on the lawn, and the paint was chipped off in several places.
The most noticeable feature, however, was none of this, but
spray-painted graffiti on the garage spelling out "WITCH" followed by a
pentagram and random "666" messages. None of this was particularly a
fallacy, but they weren't the truth; at least, not as Mandy saw it. She
sat in her study, musty books lining the walls and floor to the point
that a single walkway to her desk was the only available space. Mandy
studied the book before her with eyes not meant, or designed, for this
world. The blue morphed to green and brown and back to blue depending
on the day, and she seemed to develop a blank stare in her later
years-- her late twenties-- where we pick up.
The NECRONOMICON sat on her desk, opened up to a passage revealing the
true nature of one Elder-- Yog-Sothoth: The Gate and the Key. With
Yog-Sothoth, Mandy could finally be free of this mundane world to
pursue her one true love; the one being that filled her insatiable
blood lust. With this Elder's help, Mandy could finally be happy again
(or as happy as she could be).
"Ia! Ia! Yog-Sothoth. Xga fhta! Vug hs ... " she trailed off, not
wanting to finish the sentence before her, fearing the bringing of the
Elder one before the time, and stars, were right. Mandy needed time ...
and a healthy body as a host for one of the true Gods of this universe.
This most prized position not fit for all, but Mandy had done her
homework. Over a period of three years, Mandy researched and snooped
her way through almost every person in town, hoping to find the one
perfect enough for this task. She needed one with knowledge of the
Elders; someone with the powers of the Elders. Unfortunately, this
person could not be found in her lone town, but she managed to find one
candidate perfect for the role; born for it, some might say. This
involved, however, driving to Jump City to find the person, and then to
capture the vessel Mandy would need all her wits about her, for her
chosen vessel was no inept fool; her vessel was none other than the
famed, infamous Raven of the gang of the Teen Titans, now since
disbanded due to legal problems.
Raven was, for lack of a better word, disturbed, and she knew full well
what she could do and get away with using her powers. Skulduggery would
be a necessity in this task; this not being unfamiliar to Mandy, came
as easily as breathing. She was used to tricking others to get what she
wanted, it's how she kept this house without ever working. Years
before, Mandy had put out a big life insurance policy on her best
friend Billy, forging his parents' signatures and had the money payable
to herself after Billy's 18th birthday. Mandy sat and waited for
several years before striking, and that fateful night came days after
Billy's 20th birthday. He had just gotten back from a party with some
of his friends from high school and wanted to take a bath, which is
very like Billy. Mandy sat in the closet, ready to pounce, as Billy
walked in the house and made his way slowly up the stairs, careful not
to make too much noise. This proved to be a difficult task as Billy had
a few too many drinks at said party, and seemed more to stumble up the
stairs than walk. "Perfect," Mandy thought. Billy slowly stumbled
through the bathroom door and into perfect view of Mandy, crouched in
the linen closet next to the bathtub. Billy slowly managed to disrobe,
revealing a flabby exterior covered in bruises and freckles. Mandy
stared at Billy's body, disgusted that such a waste of life was allowed
to walk the Earth. Her eyes gazed from the tuft of red hair
atop his head and followed down his face, his large nose stood out from
his beady eyes and gawky mouth. His flabby chest held small bosoms that
rivaled many girls' around town. His stomach stuck out into a belly
that almost covered his waste. Further down she gazed as he removed
article of clothing after article of clothing. His penis was but a mere
bobble amidst the red pubic hair that curled around it, and his legs
showed as much as his chest-- flabby and freckled. After throwing all
of his clothes to the ground, Billy walked to the bathtub, clogged up
the drain, and turned on the water. He sat there stupidly and scratched
his head as he yawned, his mouth wide open revealing badly kept teeth--
typical Billy.
Mandy sat in the closet, knees to her chin, waiting for
him to enter the bathtub he'll most certainly overfill. She sat in the
closet, waiting, shaking with anticipation and lust. She felt her
panties begin to moisten at the image of Billy thrashing for his life
as she held him under the water. She imagined his last breath escaping
his mouth and bubbling to the surface. She imagined his bowels and
bladder emptying themselves after his last breath and flooding the
bathtub with a brown sludge that will stink up the house after an hour
or so. She imagined with great detail Billy's death, and she felt her
hand drop to her pants and begin to slightly massage her clitoris
through the thin material of her dress and panties. She tried to not
let loose a moan as she stroked back and forth over the damp cloth
covering her genitalia. Faster and faster she rubbed, letting loose a
slight moan that was immediately lost amongst the water rushing into
the bathtub. Billy leaned over and turned off the water; Mandy's cue
was coming up. Billy stepped into the warm bath and slid down into the
tub; he let loose a sigh as he relaxed. Mandy drew her hand from the
wet fabric and took a deep sniff. The smell of sex permeated her nose
and filled her with a primal ecstasy as she leaped from the linen
closet and ran towards Billy, still relaxing in the tub. Mandy's
silence and speed paid off, for by the time Mandy's hands made contact
with Billy's chest, he had just bothered to turn and see what was going
on. Mandy's eyes turned a bright red as she forced Billy under the
water; his thrashing doing nothing but splash water everywhere. Her
dress now sticking to her, Mandy smiled at Billy's writhing body and
let loose a guttural moan as juices flowed from between her legs and
dripped onto the linoleum floor. As Billy's thrashing slowed, Mandy's
moans and screams became louder and she rubber her legs together in an
odd rhythm and bucked her hips against the edge of the bathtub. Soon
Billy quit struggling, and soon after that his last breath escaped his
mouth and bubbled to the surface; Mandy bent over to these bubbles and
breathed in with her mouth, as if trying to take in the very death of
the bubbles for herself. She pulled herself away from the bathtub and
collapsed on the floor in orgasmic bliss. Billy's bowels emptied into
the bathtub, flooding the room with a most foul odor. The brown,
viscous liquid crawled up from Billy's anus, up his legs and torso, and
popped up on the surface, floating back in forth along the dying waves
Billy kicked and thrashed into existence.
That was five years ago, and the money she invested in Billy was paying
off well, but would soon be useless to her; the power of the universe,
this universe that is, would soon be hers if only she could get a hold
of Raven in time for the stars' alignment. Mandy continued to pack up
the car with equipment that might or might not be helpful in her quest,
but better safe than sorry she felt. This was to be the end of all
things to come for this pesky world, and Mandy knew this. The end of
the pointless squabbles and the childish wars. The beings of this
planet know not of true war; war that brings detestation not to a
country, but to a vast star system. War forced upon unsuspecting
civilizations and planets by the Great Ones; the ones that followed
behind the likes of Cthulhu and Glaaki and maybe, just maybe,
Nyarlathotep himself-- itself. Mandy would bring the war here, in
exchange to meet her Other and reside outside the near reaches of the
mortal soul.
The trip to Jump City took long enough, 16 hours even in her beat up
station wagon, and she promptly found a place to eat: an old, dark
pizza place out on the corner of an intersection long since forgotten
by the big-wigs upstairs. The windows have been patched haphazardly,
and some are even boarded up with rotting two by fours. Graffiti lined
the walls of the restaurant, revealing the constant gang wars in the
area. Unphased, Mandy got out of the car, leaving it parked next to the
curb, and walked inside the restaurant. The interior was quite nicer
than the exterior, as it turned out. A jovial man sat behind the bar
reading a newspaper, not noticing Mandy's presence he proceeded to
curse the current administration.
"What kind of food do you got here?"
Mandy asked.
The man gave a jump, shocked by Mandy's sudden appearance.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there. Uh, we're a pizza place mainly,
though I could whip up something special for you if you'd like. We
don't get many people here anymore because of the gangs."
"Pizza will be fine," Mandy replied, taking the closest seat possible.
"Cheese, pepperoni, veggie?" the owner asked.
"Cheese," Mandy said, staring out the door making sure no one would
mess with her car.
The man went to work on her pizza as Mandy sat in her chair, rubbing
her temples trying to work the knots out.
"What can I get you to drink?"
"Coke."
"Comin' right up." He brought the fountain drink to her; she gulped it
down.
"Pizza will be done any second now."
Mandy didn't respond. She sat there staring out the door at her car.
Some local punks had started to strip the car.
"Those mother fuckers."
"Oh, is that your car? Better call the cops now or else--"
Mandy threw back her chair and walked out the door.
Standing next to her car were three rather large Hispanic men, jacking
up the front end to take off the tires.
"Need some help?" Mandy asked.
"Go away, puta," one of them spat.
"Puta?" Mandy leaped over the car, and, showing restraint, pinned the
man to the ground. The other two whipped out their knives and lunged
... the car managed to get in their way.
Mandy had managed to lift up the car and pin the two would-be attackers
beneath.
She knelt there, on top of the trash-talker, holding the car sideways
on top of his two friends, and stared into his eyes as he began to
curse and swear in Spanish. Trying to free himself, Mandy just
tightened her grip with her legs; he was struggling to breathe.
"Well, well, well," Mandy began, "Having trouble car-jacking a girl, are
we?"
She squeezed tighter; he began to pant for air.
She whispered into his ear and clamped her legs shut, crushing his
chest.
Mandy set the car back down, got inside, and drove off.
After several hours of searching Jump City, Mandy managed to find the
one person who actually knew where Raven was; it was not in the place
she had expected. Raven, in an extreme feat to hide from the majority
of the town, had hidden herself down in the well-known Red-Light
District of town. She was now whoring herself out at the behest of her
now pimp and former friend Cyborg. Cyborg, more or less, looked the
same as all the photos Mandy had seen in the years past, only now
Cyborg was taller, thinner, and wore actual clothes. Raven, beaten into
the ground, had an emaciated look about her. Her ribs stuck out from
her side; the formerly smooth skin on her face now sagged slightly;
dark circles under her eyes existed, as well as track marks up her arm
from shooting up as often as possible.
Mandy pulled her car up to the
corner where Raven stood, wrapping her navy coat around her tightly.
"You lookin for somethin?" Raven asked, looking around.
"You," Mandy replied.
"Do I know you?"
"No."
"You lookin for fun?"
"Very much so, yes."
"Twenty-five for a quicky. Seventy-five for an hour."
"Deal," she unlocked the car doors, "Get in."
Raven opened up the car door and sat down inside the torn up leather
interior.
"I have a room up the road a bit," Raven said.
"Just tell me when to stop."
Mandy pressed on the accelerator and they lurched down the road; Raven
stopping them a dozen apartment building down the road.
"Here. Fifth floor. Come on."
Mandy shut off the car, and stepped outside with Raven, holding onto
her backpack carefully.
"Hey. Nothing comes up with us," Raven said.
"I don't want to leave in in the car unattended. It'll just stay in the
corner."
"No. Rules are rules."
"Listen, it's valuable, ok? I'll give you a hundred extra if you'll
just let me bring it up."
"A hundred? Just to bring it up?"
"Yeah. It's just important to me."
"Well, ok. But you better make good on your promise or your ass is
toast."
"I will, relax."
Mandy followed Raven up the stairs, all five flights, and they entered
room B. The room was in desperate need of attention. Mold grew up the
walls, windows were taped over with cardboard, bare light bulbs
illuminated the room. In the corner was a surprisingly clean bed, with
only a single sheet on top. Raven sat down on the bed and began to take
off her clothes. Mandy dropped her bag in the corner and walked over to
the girl sitting on the bed. As Raven removed her clothes, scars of
beatings and fights came into view. Her frail body was marked with the
wide bruises of Cyborg's fist, and the random knife wounds that comes
with the territory. Her small breasts hung down as she removed the bra.
She didn't wear any panties, and her pubis was shaved clean, but worn
in.
"What are you going to have?"
"The hour."
"Money up front. One seventy five."
Mandy pulled the money out of her bag and gave it to Raven, who set it
on the counter.
"How do you want to start?"
"Slow." Mandy approached the girl and kissed her on the mouth. Raven
wrapped her hands around Mandy's waist and opened her mouth to let
Mandy's tongue in. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's
mouth for a while before Mandy guided them to the bed. She pinned down
Raven on the bed and began kissing and licking her neck. Raven moaned,
and Mandy smiled. She worked her way down to her breasts and nipples,
and licked and sucked. Mandy kissed her way down Raven's stomach, and
stopped at one very distinct bruise.
"This looks bad," Mandy said, kissing the wound. Raven grimaced
slightly at the pressure.
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Mandy shrugged and continue to work her
way down, stopping temporarily at the navel. She kissed and lightly
licked the hole and continued her trek down. Raven parted her legs wide
and Mandy stuck her face into Raven's crotch. Smelling the dank,
worn-in scent that came from everywhere. She licked Raven's clitoris,
and worked around the vagina waiting for Raven to "open up" to her.
Soon, the entire pubis became inflamed with blood, and her vagina
opened. Mandy stuck a finger in, massaging Raven gently while
continuing to lick her clit. Raven moaned and began to pinch and rub
her nipples with a furious vigor. Mandy inserted another finger, then
another, into Raven's stretched out vagina and continued to pump them
in at out with a rhythm matched only by her furious sucking and
nibbling of Raven's clitoris. Raven moaned more and louder and bucked
against Mandy's face. Mandy forced her entire fist into Raven and
trusted harder and harder to keep up with Raven. She leaned up and
sucked on Raven's nipples some more as Raven screamed in ecstasy.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Their sex a hideous fight as Raven
began to orgasm. As the juices began to freely flow, Raven's skin began
to light up in the bright-red characters of her father. Eyes began to
open. Her voice a hideous chorus of the damned. An explosion. Raven
orgasmed, and the force knocked Mandy's hand out of her. Climbing to
the ceiling, Raven's powers began to return. The long lost methods of
meditation and control flooded back into her memory as the room
suddenly lit up in a crimson glow. A screech came from her throat and
Raven's true form was revealed.
"I am Raven. Daughter of Trigon. I am Raven. Daughter of Trigon. I am
the end of everything. I am the gateway," Raven stammered out as she
began to float across the room in a mess of black and red. Mandy, taken
aback by the heinous sight before her, reached for her bag and pulled
out a little clay jar. Mandy stood up and stuck the jar out in front of
her at arm's length.
"Raven. Daughter of Trigon. I force you into bondage here in the Jar of
O-Ran, the Cell that once held your father. Gj! Tvxi! Kukhav Raven!"
Raven let loose another hideous roar and tried to break through a
window, but the power of the Jar became overwhelming and pulled her in,
closer and closer. "Gj! Tvxi! Kukhav Raven! Gj! Tvxi! Kukhav Raven!"
Mandy chanted the chorus over and over until Raven was safely locked in
O-Ran's Jar. She ran over to the counter and took back her money, threw
the Jar in her bag and headed off down the stairs.
It's almost over, she thought. I just need to make it back to Endsville
and all will be over. Just need to make it back to Endsville...
Mandy hopped into her car, which was still there and in working order,
and drove off. Ignoring stop signs and lights, she raced home. To get
this awful deed over with. Faster and faster she drove through Jump
City. As she flew down one of the highways out of the city, she caught
the attention of one patrol car, who flipped on its lights and began to
pursue Mandy. Mandy didn't stop; she didn't pay any attention to the
car ... the car was a peon compared to the horror she was about to
unleash on this world. She stepped harder on the accelerator. More cars
joined in pursuit as she worked her way down the barren highway. As
random cruisers came up, Mandy would yell at them in a language not
uttered, even in jest, since the Inquisition when the Magi would curse
the Church for their crimes, and the cars would explode in a ball of
blue flames and vanish before everyone's eyes.
"A road block," Mandy cursed.
One hundred yards up the road, the state
patrol sat ... waiting.
"Why? I'm just speeding," she thought, "No
matter! I will clear the road."
With a string of curses, the road block was blown to either side and
Mandy passed through with ease.
"Only a few hours to Endsville."
End Part One.