Lucky 17
Original Idea by: Scraps
Characters created by: Katie Rice
Chapter 1: Introduction
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Ooooh…
Do what you want to do.
There ain't no rules it's up to you.
It's time, do what you do.
There ain't no rules it's...
Enjoy yourself, by Sant Pepsi. This was my defining song. No matter how many times I hear that song, it always seemed to put a smile on my face and help me get through the day. Especially when I would use it as an alarm in my smartphone. I rose out of bed after a few minutes of groggy slumber. After fighting the urge to go back to sleep, I looked to the clock which red 6:26 AM. With a stretch and a yawn, I soon entered the shower and washed my hair with Head and Shoulders shampoo. I always loved this shit because of the eucalyptus and mint that made my scalp feel so cool and clean. I then got out of the shower and back into my room to change into my work formals. My formals consisted of a white t-shirt under a white button up, black slacks with a black belt, a black apron with a white name tag always pinned to the right strap, and a black clip on bowtie. I then combed my hair and put on my watch which read 6:41 AM. I knew that I had plenty of time, cause I don't have to go to work for at least 3 hours, giving me time to do my deeds for the morning.
I made some Orange tea for myself and then sat down in front of my laptop and turned it on. The picture of a bear riding an Abraham Lincoln who is shooting laser beams out of his eyes while carrying a bloody American flag shines in my face. As I logged in, I go onto the web and accessed my Hotmail account. As of today, like every day, I am hoping that "someone" had gotten my request. As I skimmed through Tumblr and 4chan, reading random blogs and threads about nonsensical bullshit I heard a blip and saw my Hotmail tab had a number one next to the name, meaning I had gotten a message. As I switched to the Hotmail tab, I saw a message in my inbox. The message was sent by a group I had joined called "The EHC." As I clicked on the message, I began to read the reply that I have been waiting so many months for.
RE: I have a request.
From: noreply
To: John Wickum (JIWickum )
Attachment(s): Camp Weedonwatcha Cabin Item
Dear Mr. Wickum,
After looking over your background for some time as well as reading your letter, we have decided that, despite your financial status and lifestyle, you have been seen as an acceptable addition to our family. The money you have provided is a very generous incentive despite your current career choice, but our other benefactors already provided enough as it is. Therefore, as a token of courtesy towards a new member such as yourself, eighty percent of the money you "donated" will be returned to your account under the impression of a tax return and will be doubled each month for the next five months under the impression of a software commission, if you keep silent about your actions and/or your contact with the EHC of course.
As for your request, we have located a perfect hunting ground for you as per your request. In addition to your incentive payment, we have convinced your superiors to allow you to go on paid relieve starting tomorrow to begin your "vacation". Do not worry though. Despite what you know about us, we have not preformed any actions that may jeopardize you or arouse any suspicion with your peers, nor have we harmed or placed any of their lives in danger.
The location that we have selected for you is known as "Camp Weedonwantcha". It is a specialized camp in the middle of a dense forest north of your location with no contact to the outside world for miles around. There are no supervisors, nor security, nor any contact from the outside world for miles around. The only exceptional shred of outside contact is a cargo plane that deposits food and supplies to the camp via parachute every month. Nevertheless, that will not be a problem. The only concern in hand is the condition of your prey. Because they lack proper hygiene, the EHC will send you a supply of medical equipment and experimental medicine for combating any foreign disease or condition with no extra charge. We have also booked you a cabin nearby the camp. This Cabin will be fully stocked with food and supplies as well as the luxuries of a basic house, as well as be hidden from any potential "guests". In addition, the basement of this cabin will carry a specialized chamber to allow you to "familiarize" yourself with your chosen prey. Since EHC are providing these commodities on our own budget, we only request that you use the provided camera to record your sessions as compensation for the services mentioned above.
In the attachment to this email is the location of the camp and the cabin, as well as a list of all the items provided by the EHC that will be in your cabin. Also, please be aware that although this email is untraceable and the location provided is miles away from civilization. We ask you to please keep this to yourself and try not to attract any unwanted attention. Remember that loose lips sink ships, and if your lips are loose then we will have a problem. However, we trust that you will accept our deal and keep silent about this transaction. We also ask you not to reply to this message, as the same client you encountered beforehand will provide contact with you instead to provide answers to any question you may have
Remember: The price for our services is not just money, but also blood. Keep this in mind always and happy hunting.
Sincerely,
The Elite Hunting Club
A wide smile stretched across my lips as I downloaded the documents onto my computer and then proceeded to print them. As I watched them emerge from my printer; I was so glad that I accidentally blurted out my secret during a restroom break at work. Cause if I did not, I would have not met my client and I would be here right now. After months of waiting, not only am I going to be able to do what I wanted to do for so long, but also instead of paying for it, they are paying me for doing something I always wanted to do. I carefully read the list of supplies and slightly gasped in surprise. The list consisted of tons of items from simple forks to knifes, to chainsaws, to guns, to even welding torches. I felt so ecstatic, just the thought of what to do with these made my mouth water and my pants tighten.
As I recomposed myself, I finished my tea and went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Pulling out a carton of milk and some leftover pork roast, I put the pork in the microwave for 1 and a half minutes. After that, I sat down with the cooked pork and a tall glass of milk and began reading the other document on the location of Camp Weedonwantcha. I chuckled to myself at the name as I read the directions. Apparently, this would be quite the drive, consisting of 12.6 miles. Luckily, there are no tollways during the drive there so that made up for the distance and help keep discretion. I quickly walked over to a cupboard and pulled out a notepad, writing down a list of things to do before the following week:
Notify my bosses about my paid leave.
Gather any personal supplies and spare equipment.
Refuel car before departure.
As I wrote in my notepad, my eye caught a glimpse of a picture under the map. Apparently, the EHC was kind enough to post a few images of the Camp to provide a glimpse of what I will be experiencing. To be honest, it was somewhat sad. Much of the camp seemed quite run down and most of the kids seemed like the bunch that one would leave on the curb. I wondered how in God's green earth did someone think this was a go-*
That's when I saw her, behind one of the albino kids squatting on a bush, with a large branch in her hand as though it was a staff or sword. Her hair was a platinum blond and her skin was a dark tan and smooth like clay. She, along with a scrawny blue-haired kid and a large palooka of a kid, looked as if they were most civilized bunch in the camp. Nevertheless, I was not focused on the two stooges, but the stooge in the middle and like the carnivorous predator of nature, I had just found the perfect prey. As I finished my Pork and looked at my watch that read 9:24 AM, I drank the rest of my milk, rushed into my bathroom to brush my teeth, and then. I grabbed my keys and wallet and rushed out the door into my car. I drove a SUV that I got from my parents after I lost the last one in a truck accident. As I pulled out of the driveway and drove to my workplace, my thoughts drifted to my blond-haired prey and I felt a jolt of joy in my heart. A jolt so strong I felt the urge to sing all the way to work. My search is over and now, I would finally be able to hunt.
Enjoy yourself.
Ba-Da-Da!
You live it off the wall.
And just enjoy yourself.
Ba-Da-Da!
You live it off the wall.
And just enjoy yourself.
Ba-Da-Da!
You live it off the wall.
And just enjoy yourself.
Ba-Da-Da!
You live it off the wall.
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