Part Seven: Violence Fetish

Jen.

Hey Jen.

"Huh, what?"

Caw.

"Jen, your zoning out again, what's wrong?"

Jen glanced around, and remembered that they rested on a stoop while she thought about where they could find Wraith. A cockroach scurried past her left foot, and her hand darted out, catching it up in her fingers.

"Here." she gave the insect to the bird, who, once again, was perched upon her shoulder. "I don't know. I miss Jack."

Caw.

"I know you do Jen, and it's almost over, just a few more left."

Jen stoop up, shadows surrounding her, and with all that black clothing, all you could really see of her was the white of her make-up. She started to walk down the sidewalk, back towards she had just taken care of Spade a few blocks away.

Caw.

"Jen honey, you already took care of him, why are you going back."

I need to see if he knows something. I need to talk to him.

"But Jen." the bird had long since crunched the insect down, and was now trying to figure out what she was thinking. "You scrambled his brain, he wont be able to talk at all."

"I've got a plan, and i just hope it works."

As she walked, alley cats from all over started popping out of nowhere, and following her down the sidewalk.

Caw.

"Uhhh, Jen. There are felines following us."

I know. I called them, we need them for something.

Caw.

"I hate cats."

Jack loved them. We could never have cats though, I had a bad allergy to cats. He said it was ok and we didn't need a cat anyway. We wanted children. He said that having a cat with kids would be just to much things to do. I knew he was lying. He always tried to make me feel better.

A tear and a smile both crossed her face. Memories filled her head.

"It usually worked."

She turned into the alley of where her latest victim lay, nearly dead. Standing in front of him and looking down, Jen was suddenly filled with hatred and the need to kill this man, this thing in the worst, most painful way imaginable.

"Hello again Spade. I need something from you." Jen bent down and touched her fingers to his temples, analyzing a thousand thoughts and memories every second. And then, there it was, what she was looking for.

Black.

Then something started to slowly draw into her mind.

Something long.

A road.

Then a building. Then two. And three.

And suddenly, two men. Two men of which Jen recognized. One lay at her feet. And the other, Wraith, was getting out of a car. Spade's car.

Then Wraith entered the building, after exchanging words with the driver. He lived above a computer store.

Jen was hurled back by the force of the memory extraction, leaning against a wall, still looking down at Spade. After a couple seconds of recovering, she stood up, proud once again.

"Thanks a million Spade." she turned to walk away, but paused, and turned back. "I'll take this with me." she grabbed the sword and pulled it from the ground. The blade was covered in dry and wet blood. She put it in its sheath, then walked away. Looking at the cats, she concentrated a command, then turned and walked away.

Spade, a once proud and respected criminal, died at the paws of about a hundred nearby stray cats.

Jen had a rather sly grin painted on her face.

Caw.

"What are you smiling about Jen, and what did you need from him?"

"You'll see. We need a car."

Caw.

"What for, you have infinite stamina Jen, just walk everywhere."

"Because I want my car."

She was going to a used car place to find a car to drive, and she knew that her car would be there. Jen walked up to the main office window, and looked inside. There was that familiar blue glow of a TV, and the silhouette of a person sitting on the floor in front of the screen. He was watching a porno, a woman was bent over the edge of a bed, and a man was behind her, doing whatever hole he was paid to do. The man on the floor watching these two, you could see the black shape of his arm, doing something rapidly out of sight. Three solid taps on the window startled him, and he spun around while standing up, moving his hands to put something back in his pants. Jen punched the window, shards flew all over, and they hit all kinds of stuff with that tinkle of broken glass.

"What the hell?" the man said, gun in his hand

"Tsk tsk tsk. Didn't your mother ever tell you that doing that would make you blind?" and with uncanny agility, Jen flew through the window, and snatched the gun from the man's hand. He immediately stuck his hands up into the air, showing he was unarmed.

"What do you want from me?"

A car.

"Which one?"

A '69 Mustang. Black. 2,000 miles on it. And I know you have it because a customer of yours, Wraith, sold it to you for 500.

"Somebody bought it already freak."

Jen took aim and shot the man in his left arm, near the elbow.

"I'll ask again, and I know you didn't sell it because you drive it. Now, Give it to me, or I'll decide to take a few things." Jen put the gun barrel right up against his forehead, and he gulped. These used car salesmen are all the same, their just crooks, like the people they get the cars from.

"Sure, it's uhh, it's in the back." his voice had that ever familiar nervous shake in it.

"Thank you very much sir." Jen put the gun into her pocket, then turned towards the back and walked into the garage that was there. The man waited till she turned her back on him, then pulled out a knife quietly from a drawer.

Holding it in his right hand, ready to strike with it, aiming for a death kill, he stalked her from behind. A sudden loud tap on a window startled him, and he turned to see what made the noise, and he saw a large black bird looking back at him, when he turned back to Jen, she had his gun pointed in his face.

"Do you have enough gum for the entire class mr.?" She grinned.

"What the fuck?"

"I've got to write your name on the board, one more warning and I send you to the office." she took quick aim, then shot his other arm, in the same place as before, right above the elbow. She loved dishing pain out, it had a short healing affect to her. "You didn't learn the first time, I must be a poor teacher."

And through winces of pain, and a load of curse words, he managed to squeeze out a question: "What in the fuck are you talking about lady?"

"My my my, such language." Jen dropped the barrel of the gun to his crotch, and he gulped. "Must I call your parents little Johnny?"

"Just take the car and leave you freak bitch."

"I was a math teacher, I never could teach language." Jen dropped the gun, then started to walk off towards her car. The car salesman picked the gun up immediately, planning to use it.

"You'll only have that car over my dead decaying body, you painted up whore."

The two bullets that ripped through Jen's chest knocked her forward a step, but fazed her little more. Then she stood strait up, holes closing rapidly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a gun, aiming it at the man.

"Funny." Jen uttered a tiny chuckle. "I was planning on that anyway."

"Aww crap."