Authors Note
Well, I'm back.
It's been a while since I updated this story, and while I meant to do it sooner, other priorities managed to eclipse it for a bit. Rest assured, I hope to have this thing finished within the next few months.
In other news, the Kiltedfanon Wiki (a catalogue of all things related to my fanon) has finally been created and is growing at a very nice pace. I invite you all to check it out.
Lastly, thank you all for your support. This chapter probably should have been the last before the end of act 2, but I think it sets things up either way. Don't worry, we'll see a lot of the Kankers in the coming chapters...we just need to set things up.
Chapter 55
In contrast to the exuberant interior of the Kankers truck, and the lively yet somewhat somber chit chat occurring in the Kingsberg church, all was calm and quiet on the outskirts of a major Texas city. Just outside the city limits was a quaint little neighborhood that, despite its somewhat welcoming appearance, had seemed to succumb to the same crime-ridden virus as the inner streets of its parent city. The narrow streets were lined with small, boxed shaped buildings, constructed as part of the townships low income housing program, complete with sparsely populated front yards.
Within one of these houses, the drab darkness of the plaster walled living room reflected the mood of the surrounding neighborhood. Nevertheless, a small amount of sunlight managed to infiltrate the room, reflecting off of a small toile patterned couch.
Three young women occupied the house, two seated on the couch and one in the kitchen tending to the stove. The two women sat, staring at the soap opera currently being screened on the television as they shared a bowl of popcorn. The woman on the right was of Caucasian decent, displaying a head of shoulder length red hair; the other was of Indian descent, her black hair tied up in a tight ponytail. Despite their differences in appearance, the two women were united under a few additional physical traits; they wore matching pink short sleeve western dresses, each containing a black pictograph of a cocktail sewn into the area of the left chest. Their matching white cowgirl boots rose to the area of their knees, providing contrast to their bare upper legs.
The women's concentration was soon interrupted by a loud ringing sound, being generated by the phone seated on the adjacent table. As the sound rang through the air, the red headed woman rolled her eyes.
"Dammit," said the women, her voice containing traits of a southern accent, "That's probably him pulling up for a quickly, it's about that time of the day. This was just gettin' good too."
"Want me to take this one?" asked the other woman.
"Bitch, get your own," said the redhead as she reached for the phone, "This guys my salary."
At that point, the redhead picked up the phone, placed it to her ear, and altered her voice to a flirty timbre.
"Bunny here," said the woman, "I hope you're ready for me to go hip-pity hop-pity all over..."
"Oh Bunny, you're so funny," replied a deep, yet feminine voice, stopping "Bunny" in her tracks, while causing her to adopt an expression of distress.
"N...N...Noble Madam," said Bunny, "I'm sorry, I thought you were a client, I wasn't expecting you."
"I'm glad to hear that you are just a hard worker as ever," said the deep voice, "I always knew I could count on you to lead the Dallas chapter."
"Only the best for you," replied "Bunny" as she turned towards the other two women, who had both given their full attention to the phone call, "Is everything alright? Have we done something wrong? We usually don't get the privilege to talk to you unless it's time to exchange the cash."
"Don't worry yourself my dear, there is no problem," said the voice, "In fact, things could not be any better..."
There was a slight pause.
"This has gotta be important.", said Bunny.
"Oh yes, it is.." said the voice in a slow, deliberate, evil sounding manner, "The last few days were very enlightening to say the least, especially considering the fact that the entire home state squad has been arrested."
Bunnies eyes widened with surprise.
"THE ENTIRE SQUAD!" asked Bunny, "But that's impossible? How could an entire squad be put away in one night?"
"I'll admit, it took me by surprise as well," said the voice, "Until I finally realized the truth..."
"What do you mean?" asked Bunny.
"It seems that some old friends of ours have finally decided to come out of hiding and challenge our authority," said the voice, "Friends all connected to the greatest accomplishment the Pink Ladies had ever achieved. The elimination of the one who desperately tried to destroy all of the hard work I have created."
"You mean...?" asked Bunny.
"Oh yes," said the voice.
Only this time, things are going to much more difficult than before."
The voice paused.
"Listen carefully," said the voice, "I am on my way to personally oversee the demise of the ones responsible for the arrest of all of our girls. We have four new targets, and I expect all of our efforts be focused on their surveillance. I want to know everything about them, their every footstep, every word. Their deaths shall be as painful as humanly possible. But be warned, two of these targets are not ordinary fighters."
"Interesting," said Bunny, "Who may these targets be?"
The voice paused.
"The first two are two teenage girls, one black-haired and one blonde," said the voice, "The black haired one is all talk, but do not be fooled by the blondes appearance. She will snap your neck in two if she gets angry."
"Teenagers?" asked Bunny, "I really don't think we need to deploy our resources to take out teenagers. We're the Pink Ladies, there's no way a couple of little girls could take out any of..."
"I'M GIVING THE FUCKING ORDERS YOU..." yelled the voice in an almost demented intonation, stopping herself mid sentence to regain her thoughts.
The woman eventually managed to calm herself, returning to her ordinary demeanor as she continued her explanation.
"These two aren't typical," said the voice, "They are no doubt family of 6821. The blonde resembles him greatly, while the black haired one is a spitting image of her mother. I could kick myself in the ass for not seeing this sooner."
"Okay," said Bunny, "What about the others?"
The voice sighed.
"It's time to finally put the servant girl out to pasture" said the voice, "She is of no use to us anymore, as she has finally figured out how to get control of that mush filled mind of hers. What a pity, it was fun while it lasted, at least she will finally have the family reunions she has desired for so long."
The voice giggled maliciously
"The most difficult one will be the last," said the voice, "...I want her destroyed last, slowly and painfully."
"And who is this?" asked Bunny.
"The Bright Halo of the East," said the voice, "I'll admit, she is highly skilled, but is nothing our best, most painful weapons couldn't take care of. She is very adamant about stopping our plans, and for good reason."
The voice paused, taking a puff of a cigarette as she did so.
"I finally put the pieces together," said the voice, "She should have been there that day...she was one of them. And now her poor little heart can't take the fact that she allowed her best friend to die. What better way to repent for her sins...it's like a beautiful life time movie."
The voice giggled.
"Be cautious," said the voice, "The dragon lady is very skilled, and she will not hesitate to strike before you even realize she is there. We have to be silent and swift, and lure them all into our little trap. Tabitha Kanker might not want to share her precious secret with them, but I most certainly will before I personally send them to their grave."
The source of the voice began laughing manically as she placed the phone onto the receiver, flicking her cigarette (attached to a long black holder) into the adjacent ashtray. The woman turned away, staring out the window into the sunset as her laughter permeated the dark room.
