Laura's Revenge
Part Nine:
"Bored Now, part three"
After recovering very quickly from surgery, Gloria revealed to a psychiatrist and later to her father that she had served in the military. However, she also revealed some dark elements from her past and shared tears with her dad. John told her everything that had happened after she lost consciousness, including the fact that he had saved her life with his blood. Once, Sharon walked in, she, in a way, coaxed John to reveal that his blood was contaminated as he had lycanthropy. Now the question was: What would Gloria say and how would she react after letting that news sink in? Find out!
Warning: Possible Torture, sexual references, and more profanity as usual. Mature content. Not intended for people under 18.
(Flashback to part eight)
"Gloria, what I am about to tell you may sound like a story by Edgar Allan Poe." John swallowed hard.
"Dad, whatever you are about to tell me will not affect me or the way I think about you. I'll believe you no matter what." Gloria tried to reassure her dad.
"Well, Gloria, I have a horrible curse that has been with me, since, before I went into Vietnam." John took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes, "I have lycanthropy."
"Lycanthropy? What's that?" Gloria was confused.
"When the full moon rises, I turn into a werewolf." John didn't take his eyes away from hers.
Gloria was taken aback by this news and let it all sink in.
(Now)
"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" John asked in a monotonous way.
Gloria still didn't say anything. It was totally dead silent.
"Go on, tell me I'm crazy! Go on!" John sarcastically offered.
"Dad, please tell me it is not true that you have an awful curse." Gloria begged.
"It's the God's honest truth. Look here at my chest." John briefly took his gown off and pulled his shirt up, revealing the scars and the pentagram.
"Oh my God! Dad, how-how did this happen?" Gloria couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Well, Gloria, have you ever heard of the film called "The Wolf Man"?" John started.
"Is that the one with David Naughton or the one with Henry Hull? Or is it the film with Fredric March?" Gloria was curious.
"No, the one with Naughton was the 1981 film "An American Werewolf In London". The one will Henry Hull was the 1935 film "Werewolf of London" and the one with Fredric March wasn't a werewolf film. It was the 1931 film adaptation of "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde". I'm talking about the old one with Lon Chaney Jr." John continued.
"I think I've heard of the one with Lon Jr. I don't know what or how Chaney Jr has to do or fits in with your situation, but, go on." Gloria pondered for a brief moment.
"Well, Bela Lugosi bites Lon Chaney Jr and turns him into a werewolf. Have you ever heard of the poem: 'Even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms and the moon is full and bright.'?" John recited the poem from "Frankenstein meets the Wolf Man", again.
"I think I have heard that poem, dad." Gloria looked up for a moment, before looking back at her dad, "Dad, how did this happen to you?"
"Long story short, I was out in the woods with a friend of mine on the night of the full moon. We heard a howl and tried to run away from it. I fell down and when my friend went to help me up, a huge creature came out of nowhere, killed my friend, and gave me this curse which has faded in and out of me, my whole life. In other words, it goes dormant then resurfaces and yadda yadda yadda." John explained everything in a nutshell.
"My God, dad, I-I'm so sorry that happened to you. I can see why you hid it, but, why are you telling me this now?" Gloria put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Because, I gave you my blood in order for you to have the blood transfusion for the removal of your spleen, since you lost a lot of blood." John sighed and looked down, "I gave you contaminated blood. I'm sorry."
"It's OK, dad. All that matters is that your blood saved my life." Gloria patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm glad you see it that way." John smiled.
"I just hope I am able to go home, so, that way, we can pick up where we left off." Gloria sounded eager.
"I don't think you could just leave, Gloria. I mean you had a pretty bad injury." Sharon firmly told her.
"Mom, I'm pretty sure they know that I'm feeling great and ready to be out of their hair." Gloria rolled her eyes.
"I'm pretty sure they do, but, I think they also want to keep you overnight for observation. I mean you were raped and injured and I don't think you should just go out back onto your spree just, yet. Well, actually, I never agreed to your revenge spree anyway." Sharon said.
"Well, you can scratch off the possibility of any of us stopping, because, it simply won't happen. Any hoo, I want to get that Mitch for stabbing me, Lyle for raping dad and me, and Willow and Hayley for standing by." Gloria was determined.
"Yeah, because, we will be damned if we let this go unpunished." John agreed.
Sharon shook her head and rolled her eyes, as she knew that if she kept pressing on, it wouldn't change their minds.
"Hi, am I interrupting?" Freddie walked in.
"No, not at all." John said.
"Gloria, I-I'm so sorry that I...didn't save you." Freddie had a look of remorse in his eyes.
"It's alright, Freddie. You were tied down and they kept knocking you out, so, it was impossible for you to save me." Gloria reassured him.
"I know, but, a big part of me, feels really really bad. I mean sorry isn't enough." Freddie looked down, "However, I am glad that you are OK.".
"I'm glad to have those whole thing behind us...somewhat. I mean just, because, I am injured doesn't mean that Lyman and his goons are going to halt and pause. I mean we still have them to go after." Gloria reminded everyone.
"That is true, Gloria, but, we have to get you feeling better and recovered first." John told her.
"I want to get those sons of bitches for hurting you two." Freddie had determination in his eyes.
"I want to get those bitches Willow and Hayley for just idly standing by." Gloria cracked her knuckles.
"Hello, sorry to barge in, but, I need to check Miss Bradley's scar to see if there's any infection or not." a dark-haired Nurse walked over to Gloria.
"Take a look." Gloria opened her gown.
"OK, let's see how the-" the Nurse had a startled look on her face.
"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Gloria didn't like the look on the Nurse's face.
"I'm either going crazy or there really is a God up there, because, your scar looks like it healed up almost immediately." the Nurse's startled look turned into a smile.
"Wait, what?" Gloria got a perplexed look on her face, before looking down at her scar and changing her perplexed look to a surprised one, "Wow! My immune system must really be strong.".
Knowing that, that was one of the first symptoms of Lycanthropy, John was clearly distressed and more guilt ridden, upon hearing the nurse say that. However, he tried to hide the guilt, as best as he possibly could.
"Yeah, your immune system must be strong." Freddie admired the faint scar, before looking back up at Gloria, "May I feel it?".
Shocked at first, but, quickly sporting a grin and beginning to blush, Gloria hesitated a bit, before nodding.
"Yes, you may." she smiled, as the redness on her face intensified along with her heartbeat, "Just be gentle.".
Chuckling after she said, 'Just be gentle.', Freddie gently put his finger on the faint scar and traced it with his fingertip, making Gloria laugh a bit.
"You OK?" he asked, clearly not expecting her to laugh.
"Yes, I'm alright. I'm just ticklish is all." Gloria awkwardly admitted, still blushing.
Sharon and John exchanged glances for a brief moment, before smiling and shrugging it off.
"You healed up pretty nicely." Freddie said, while still touching her scar.
"I know, but, if I say that to the Doctors or Nurses, they'll think I am crazy and that I need to stay in for observation." Gloria rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Well, Gloria, you're going to have to submit to a rape kit test. I've had to do that." John added.
"But, we knew our attacker, so the rape kit test isn't really necessary." Gloria had a weird look on her face.
"You can decline to some of, if not all of it." John reassured her.
"Well, I'll decline the part where they keep my clothes." Gloria rubbed the back of her head.
"Smart idea, because, I did the same thing." John patted her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt things, but Miss Bradley, the doctor is ready for you to undergo the rape kit examination." a nurse came in.
"OK and let's make this quick." Gloria let out an exasperated and elongated sigh, before she got out of her bed and went off with the nurse.
Meanwhile, outside of the hospital
Across the street behind bushes, Lyle, Willow, Hayley, Mitch, and another woman were eyeing the hospital very closely, waiting to capture either John, Freddie, or Gloria individually or all three of them at the same time. As they were waiting for any one of the three to come out, they broke into discussion on who got who.
"OK, I have an idea. You and Hayley will take that Freddie dude, you will take the girl, and I will take my pet." Lyle laid out his plans.
"Wait a minute, who will I take?!" the mysterious other woman inquired, arms folded, "I didn't come here just to tag along and be a sidekick."
"OK, you and I both will take my pet." Lyle huffed.
"Just who's your pet?!" the other woman asked, sporting a weird expression on her face.
"He's a big guy by the name of John Bradley." Lyle's mouth began to water at the mere thought of having John in his clutches again.
"Well, if you don't mind and don't plan on being too weird, I'd like to get a look at this John Bradley fellow, myself." the other woman said in a very firm tone.
"Let's be patient and wait for them." Willow suggested.
"Lyle, do you have a picture of this John Bradley guy?" the other woman was curious.
"Yes, I do." Lyle pulled out his phone and showed her the snapshot he got of John, "Well?"
"Ooh la la. I'm going to have a lot of fun with him." the other woman whispered to herself.
Soon enough, they spotted Sharon coming out of the hospital. Mitch went to go nab her, only for Lyle to stop him.
"What're you doing?!" Mitch gave him an annoyed look.
"That's not Gloria. That's that pesky Captain Sharon Raydor that the boss talks about." Lyle had disdain in his voice.
"Oh yeah. I forgot about her." Mitch rolled his eyes.
Back inside the hospital
As Gloria was undergoing the rape kit examination, Freddie and John were debating on whether to stay or go out and possibly hunt Willow, Hayley, Lyle, and Mitch down and make them pay for what happened to Gloria. John decided to stay, while Freddie decided to go and do part of the hunting. Little did they know that Lyle and company were lurking around outside of the hospital, waiting for them. Gloria finally came back from doing the rape kit examination with her clothes in a bag.
"Are you secured to check out?" John asked.
"No, I have to stay overnight for observation, which is ridiculous, because, I feel fine." Gloria threw her bag down in a huff.
"That's strange, because, I got to go home right away, but, it is probably due to your splenectomy, which is understandable." John nodded.
"But my scar has healed up pretty fast according to nurses." Gloria showed him her healed scar.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." John's guilt quickly returned as he saw the healed up scar.
"Probably good genes." Gloria shrugged, before looking around, "Dad, where's Freddie?".
"He left to go and look for Lyle and that bunch. I'll be doing that very quickly myself." John put his hand on her wrist.
"So will I." Gloria went to get out of the bed, only to be stopped by her dad.
"Gloria, as much as I hate to say this, I recommend that you stay here just for tonight. I mean after all you had an operation and they just need to keep you for observation." John gently told her, despite the fact that he too felt the same way she did.
"Well, if you say so then...alright I'll do it." Gloria sounded very reluctant.
"Trust me, it's the right thing to do. Better to be safe than sorry. Plus-" John paused when his phone buzzed.
"What was that?" Gloria leaned back on the bed.
"Freddie texted me." John was looking the text over.
"What'd he say?" Gloria was curious.
"He said that he is in the parking structure and that he believes he has spotted Willow and Hayley." John put his phone back in his pocket.
"What?! If that's true, that means that Lyle and that other guy Mitch are also outside the hospital." Gloria's eyes bugged out for a brief moment.
"Unfortunately, I think you're right, but, now it looks like that I too may need to go and help make them pay dearly for what they have done to you or at least get that started until you're able to join us." John cracked his knuckles.
"OK dad. Good luck. Get Lyle and Mitch and make them pay for what they did to me and for what Lyle did to you." Gloria gave a thumbs up.
"I promise with everything I've got." John put his black peacoat back on and went to leave, only for Gloria to pull his sleeve, forcing him to bend down to where his ear was close to her mouth.
"Save Willow and Hayley for me." Gloria whispered into John's ear, before letting go of his sleeve.
"You have my promise, baby girl." John gave her a kiss on the head, before heading out of the hospital.
Outside of the hospital in the parking structure
John was looking around for Freddie and for any sign of Lyle and his gang. So far, he saw nothing, which worried him, as a lot of possibilities ran through his head like a marathon. Suddenly, before he could blink an eye, a hand went over his mouth and pretty soon, everything around him went black.
Moments later
Flash! As a light came on, John woke up in what looked like a torture chamber and found himself strapped to a table and stripped of everything, except his black boxer shorts. He saw that his hands were bound at the wrist above his head and his feet were bound at the ankles, which made a knot form in his stomach, despite his tough personality.
"Oh goody, you're finally awake." chortled an all too familiar voice.
"Lyle!" John's ears burned at the sound of that voice.
"It's nice to see you, again, my pet." Lyle greeted, through a menacing grin.
"What're you going to do to me now?! Haven't you done enough?! Let me go, you rapist!" John shot daggers at the younger man.
Lyle's eyes widened, as he rolled his eyes and frowned upon hearing that last word exit John's lips. However, he soon found himself smirking once again.
"You're not leaving yet. Just wait until you see what I have in store for you." Lyle chuckled.
"Well, what're you gonna do that you haven't already done?! Are you going to rape me, again?!" John demanded an answer.
"How many times do I have to say that rape is a nasty word?! I call our little intimate moment...making love. In that case, no we are not going to be making love again for a while. However, this is going to be very memorable for all three of us." Lyle grinned like a shark, staring down at his scowling victim.
"Why did you say 'all three of us'?!" John looked very uncomfortable.
"Oh yeah, where are my manners? Melinda, would you come out?" Lyle asked.
A brunette woman in her 50s with long hair and bangs in the front, came out of the shadows and waved at John.
"She reminds me of Xena from "Xena: Warrior Princess"." John gave Melinda an intense stare.
"I get that a lot. Also, you kind of remind me of the Incredible Hulk from the 1978-1982 series "The Incredible Hulk", only without the green pain and make up." Melinda remarked.
"Everybody says that." John weakly smiled.
"Well Lyle, when you said he was a big guy, you really meant it. I'll admit it, he's handsome. Very...very handsome." Melinda took a long moment to admire John's good looks, before sitting down near his feet.
"What do you two plan to do to me? How do either of you plan to finish me off, if you could?" John's nerves began to tense up.
"Well, my pet..." Lyle dramatically put a finger to the right side of his head, "Neither of us planned that yet. We haven't even thought about it. However, we did agree on having a threesome with you, but, first, we're going to take turns having what we call a "little fun" with you. Surely, you'll enjoy it, too!".
"Don't call me, Shirley." John didn't like the sound of that.
Lyle took a moment to run his cold hand up and down John's muscular chest, earning a shiver from him.
"Don't worry, we'll play with you very gently." Melinda put John's helpless bare feet on her lap.
John continued to have a rage filled glare at the two, only for his expression to become a bit humble after he noticed Melinda staring at his feet and Lyle staring at his chest. Their expressions seemingly got a little relaxed.
"Wha-What are you two doing?" John inquired, nervously wiggling his toes and breathing a bit heavily.
Lyle began to rub John's sides with his ice cold fingers, earning more gasps and shivers from him, which turned the young man on, while Melinda continued to stare at John's feet. The older man tensed up and got wide eyed, having a bad feeling on what was about to take place.
Then it happened! Melinda began lightly rubbing her fingernails on John's feet and Lyle began to lightly scratch his sides. Knowing he was extremely ticklish to the point of wetting himself and not wanting to give them any satisfaction, John tried his best to stifle any laughter from coming out. Seeing this, Melinda went from rubbing her fingernails on the bottom of John's feet to lightly scratching them in the hopes of gaining some laughter from the older man. Once the tickling intensified and he was no longer able to stifle any sound, John burst out with laughter.
"Nohohohohohohohoho! Hahahahahahaha! St-Stop thahahat!Lyle, yohoohoohoou bahahahahahastard, lehehehehet mehe goho this instant! Melinda, you bihihihihitch, gehehehehet awahahay from f-feet! Stohohop this now!" John squealed, while squriming around on the table.
Lyle and Melinda sported sinister grins, turned to each other and nodded, as they continued to scribble their fingers all over John's feet, toes and his sides.
"Lyle! Melinda! I fuhuhuhuhuhuhucking hahahahahate yohohou t-two so muhuhuch! Y-You fuhuhucking rahahapist and bihihihitch! Hahahahahahahahahaha! Leheheheheheheave me alohohohone and lehehehehet me gohohoho! Fuhuhuhucking hehehehell! You're both mohohohohonsters!" John shrieked, laughing hysterically and curling his toes up.
Melinda uncurled his toes and tickled the soft flesh underneath. Then Melinda ran her fingers between John's toes and begin tickling him between the toes.
"You're feet are soft." Melinda crooned very contently.
As for John, the woman's fingers running through his toes was only tickling more, adding to the already unbearable tickling he ever felt. Meanwhile, Lyle stopped tickling John's sides and started to lightly run his fingernails on John's under arms, which made things go from bad to awful. Melinda finally stopped running her fingers between John's toes, but, things quickly took a turn for the worse. Melinda slowly stuck out her tongue and began licking John's feet.
This proved to be way too much for the poor 60 or 70-something year old man to handle. As he roared with laughter that was louder than he had ever laughed before in his life, John was really doing a somewhat cry for help and cry in desperation for this tickle torture to end.
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! NO NO NO NO NO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PL-PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP TIHIHICKLING ME! PLEHEHEASE NOHOHO MOHOHORE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO DOHOHOHON'T!" John had tears rolling down his eyes and sweat trickling down the sides of his head.
As they kept tickle torturing him, John, through his hardy laughter, screamed, begged, and pleaded for mercy and for it to end. He hated himself for begging his two enemies, but, he couldn't stand being tickled anymore and he knew that it would be a matter of time when he'd wet himself, which he obviously had too much pride and dignity to do so, especially in front of his enemies. However, unfortunately for John, Lyle and Melinda had no intentions on stopping any time soon.
Melinda was dragging her tongue all over John's feet, really enjoying the strong rich sugary taste of grapes, which indicated that John had apparently participated in grape treading at some point recently. If Melinda had an apparent foot fetish, she was really letting it manifest itself, as she started to suck on John's toes and run her tongue all over them, which made it a lot worse than before. She then slid her tongue into the spaces between his toes and counted each toe individually, as she started to gently nibble on them. Poor John was so hysterical with laughter that he could neither breathe nor feel Lyle beginning to leave a hickey on John's chest. Finally, Melinda stopped tickling and licking John's feet- but only because she was beginning to get a headache from John's screaming.
"Thank God that's done and over with." John quietly said to himself, after the tickling stopped and as he struggled to catch his breath, sucking in a lot of oxygen and taking rapid deep breaths at the same time.
Lyle continued to suck on John's chest, earning a moan of displeasure from the older man.
"Get off my chest, Lyle!" John took another deep breath and let out an exasperated noise.
"There, I made a beauty mark on you, my pet." Lyle got off of John's chest and admired the hickey he left, acting as if he had branded John as his own.
"Oh God!" John was disgusted by the hickey and let out another exasperated noise, "Thank God the tickling is over with!".
"Oh ho, we're not even close to done yet, John." Melinda snickered, as she and Lyle switched spots and she took a long look at John's chest, "I can do "beauty marks" way better, Lyle. Since I enjoyed your feet so much, I'm really going to have a field day with your upper torso!".
"I'd like to see you try to make a better hicky, Melinda!" Lyle sneered.
"Oh you will and not only will I give him better hickeys, I'll also suck on his nipples, too! Then, I'll perform fellatio on him and in turn, he'll perform cunnilingus on me!" Melinda scoffed, as she continued to look John's chest over.
"You can't do that! I called dibs on it first!" Lyle clearly didn't like that Melinda was trying to "call dibs" on anything that had to do with John.
Meanwhile, elsewhere
In a forest-like area, Willow and Hayley were trying their best to locate Freddie, but, they failed miserably. They then decided to split up to see who could find him first. All the while, Freddie was continously trying to stay out of sight and preparing to surprise the two girls at any given moment. It wouldn't be long until he sensed Willow's presence and once she got closer, he jumped out of the shadows and caught her off guard, even holding her at gunpoint.
"Oh my God!" Willow looked like a deer in the head lights.
"Yeah, oh my god is right! Now, where's Hayley?!" Freddie cocked his gun.
"I...don't...know!" Willow was nervous.
"Wrong answer!" Freddie put his finger near the trigger.
"No no wait! I'll take you to her, Freddie." Willow put her hands up in a pleading motion.
"Well, what're you waiting for?! Go on!" Freddie demanded.
Nervous, Willow guided Freddie to a bush that Hayley was hiding behind and pointed to it. Freddie confronted Hayley at gunpoint and muffled her, before she could possibly scream.
"Make a sound, you die!" Freddie held the gun barrel under her chin.
"What do you want with us?!" Willow asked.
"I just want to have a "little chat" with you two bitches and ask you one simple question." Freddie pushed Hayley towards Willow.
"A little chat? Is that it? You're not going to kill us?!" Hayley nervously asked.
"Like I said, we're going to have a little chat after I ask you one important question." Freddie had a stern look in his eyes.
"Well, what's the question?!" Hayley asked in a very frosty tone.
"Watch the tongue, because, your head could be blown off within a split second!" Freddie got closer to the two girls, pressed his gun barrel against Hayley's forehead and teased the possibility of shooting her in the head by putting his finger tip on the trigger.
"What's the question?" Willow asked in a much more congenial tone.
"The question is: Why the hell did you two keep knocking me unconscious while my girlfri-I mean my friend Gloria was being raped by Lyle and nearly killed by Mitch?! You two are girls aren't you?! Why did you let Lyle rape her and her father?!" Freddie raised his voice.
"We were afraid of being next and unlike John and Gloria, we wouldn't have lived to see another day." Hayley nonchalantly said.
"You two were afraid?! WHILE BEING RAPED AND NEARLY KILLED, JOHN AND GLORIA WERE AFRAID AND EVEN FEARFUL OF THEIR LIVES, DESPITE THEIR TOUGH EXTERIOR AND YOU TWO DID NOTHING TO HELP THEM. OBVIOUSLY, YOU BOTH CLAIM TO BE AGAINST ALL OF THAT, BUT, PROVED ONLY BE AGAINST IT, IF IT WAS GOING TO BE DONE TO THE TWO OF YOU!" Freddie shouted.
"Look, we hate Lyle for what he did to John and Gloria and Mitch for what he did to Gloria. Whatever your plans are or what John's plans are or what Gloria's plans are to do with either of them won't bother us in the least." Willow insisted.
"Yeah, but, that just leaves you two along for the ride." Freddie tilted his head to the side for the moment.
"Please, have m-" Hayley was cut off.
"Let's go!" Freddie pushed the girls forward, as he continued his way out of the forest-like area.
Once they made it out of the forest area, the trio was approaching what appeared to be a run down mansion.
"Are you two staying here?" Freddie asked.
"Yes." Willow nodded.
"Let's go in!" Freddie ordered.
As soon as they approached the door step, Willow opened the door and they walked inside. Freddie pushed the two girls towards the staircase when he heard laughter burst out from behind a bookshelf.
"You two stay right there and don't move or else!" Freddie commanded, before going to the bookshelf, pressing a button on the wall, and going inside, leaving Willow and Hayley to their own devices.
He immediately recognized the laughter to be John's, which made him run down a flight of stairs and stumble upon a door. As the laughter got louder, Freddie instinctively knew that John was in trouble and the laughter was in some sorts a cry for help. Acting on instinct, again, Freddie broke the door down and was horrified when he saw Melinda getting touchy feely with John's private area and Lyle running his tongue in between John's toes.
"I know what your feet taste like, now I want to know what YOU taste like!" Melinda said, as he continued groping John's man area, before beginning to put her hand in his boxer shorts.
"Hey, I called dibs on that already! Not fair!" Lyle protested.
"Lyle, you'll get a taste of him in a minute or few. After all, it's ladies first and I just need to quench my desires." Melinda took her hand out of his boxer shorts, before she could reach deeper and instead turned her attention on the front slot of John's boxer shorts.
"No, please don't!" John begged.
"You know what? I think I'll save the best for last and instead, do this!" Melinda quickly changed her mind and got nose-to-nose with John.
"Do what?!" John had a weird look on face.
"This!" Melinda aggressively grabbed his head and gave him a french kiss, going full on tongue and nearly suffocating him.
Lyle rolled his eyes in disgust and continued to run his tongue between John's toes, even nibbling on each toe as he went. Despite being nearly killed by Melinda's tongue being practically lodged in his throat, John's muffled laughter was still loud enough for Freddie to inch his way closer to where they were and for John to inadvertently bite Melinda's tongue, forcing her to stop the kiss.
"Bad boy! You bit my tongue!" Melinda slapped John across the face.
"That was one way to stop my suffocation." John retorted.
"You know for biting my tongue like that, you need to be punished!" Melinda looked him dead in the eye.
"Wha-what do you mean?" John clearly didn't like the sound of this.
"I have a belt that I am not afraid to use on anyone, including you big guy." Melinda grinned like a shark.
"Hey, you can't do that to my pet!" Lyle slapped her on the arm.
"I'm not your pet!" John raised his voice.
"Naughty boy! Don't raise your voice." Melinda slapped him on the nose.
"Let me go!" John demanded, as he tried to break the restraints.
"Oh ho, you're not going anywhere big boy!" Melinda put her knee on John's chest.
"Yeah, the fun has just begun!" Lyle added.
"Yeah, well the fun is ending!" Freddie came out of the shadows and held the two of them at gunpoint.
"Freddie! Thank God and I'm sorry you have to see me like this." John breathed a sigh of relief.
"Whoa, whoa, and whoa and in that order! Who the hell invited you in and who the hell do you think you are, coming in and ordering us?!" Lyle had fury beginning to fill his eyes.
"Lyle, just the coward I was looking for! You and I need a man to coward talk, later, but, first you and that bitch with you better untie John now!" Freddie held his finger near the trigger.
Melinda and Lyle stared Freddie down, hatred filling what was left of their eyes, making them appear almost dead.
"What're you statues or something?! Do it!" Freddie sounded very commanding.
"Look, what gave you the right to come in here and think we were going to take orders from you?!" Melinda got off of John's chest, reached behind herself to grab her dagger, and walked towards Freddie, followed by Lyle.
Seeing this, John began attempting to break free from his restraints, only to slightly make cracks in the restraints each time.
"Whaddya think, Lyle? Should we torture him as well and finish him off and if so, how will it be done?" Melinda managed to back Freddie into a corner and lightly put her hand around his throat.
"Of course we should torture him. Question is: How do we go about it? I mean we have so much stuff to choose from." Lyle had a sinister smirk forming on his face.
"I have a gun and I am definitely not afraid to use it." Freddie kept wielding his gun.
John continued to make deeper and deeper cracks in the restraints, getting close to breaking them. As this was happening, he was trying to think of a way to scare Lyle and Melinda and possibly kill them along with Hayley, Willow, and Mitch. Finally, he thought of a way to trigger his transformation without having to have the full moon rise; he started to think about his encounter with Razor along with Jane being blinded, Wendy being killed, Olivia being in a coma, and Gloria being raped and nearly killed when Mitch stabbed her. With these thoughts running through his mind, his eyes began glowing and he could feel his claws beginning to form.
Uh oh! Lyle and Melinda have done it this time and he just barely met Melinda!
To Be Continued...