With or Without You
Part Two
It had been a couple of days on the street and no word about his beloved samurai. He had checked every place, including under the bed and in the bathroom but he couldn't find him. Chas was not stupid, however. He knew who done it but he still needed more evidence. He needed that sort of clarity.
Balthazar. A name he hated, a name he despised, not as much as Barney or Fred but a name he despised nevertheless. He was the villain, the man in black, the Joker to his Batman, the Bowser to his Super Mario. He plotted against the happiness that John and him had, for he was a demon and demons could never be anything than evil. Even though there were other pressing things for the demon to do, such as the corruption of souls and world domination, he chose to focus on John's and Chas' unhappiness. Chas didn't understand it. He thought that maybe, Balthazar should have had his own demon boyfriend instead of going after John. Chas' hands would ball into fists every time he heard Balthazar's maniacal laughter and saw the image of Balthazar twiddling his fingers like Mr. Burns off of "The Simpsons." It was just far too traumatic for him.
Chas stood in front of his cab, wrench in hand, doing some small repairs. His mind kept going back to John, seeing his smiling face, smelling his perfume of musk and cheap liquor. Oh where was he without his shining prince? There was no one to hold him and he knew that John had to be missing him too; he couldn't imagine John not being able to cuddle with his Chassy Bear and having someone to hold him as he cried. Chas would do so, and then make him hot chocolate and tell him a bedtime story to soothe his fears. John had a love of the story, "The Three Little Pigs" and Chas would tell him that one with enthusiasm, for he knew that it meant a lot to him, reminding him of his sweet dear mother's voice.
"I'll… huff… and…. I'll puff," Chas caught himself. "And… and… I'll blow your house down!" Chas burst into tears, it all becoming too much for him. He leaned against the car and let it out. He was assured that he would never see his Benihana cook again.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" a honeyed voice asked.
Chas looked up and realized that it was Ellie. Ellie was his flame on the side, one that burned but not as brightly as it had did for John. She was a birthday cake candle compared to the towering inferno that was his heat for John. She was a cute demon-half breed, dressed in a floral print dress and the only and I mean only demon half-breed that Chas made an exception for, since she had smiled at him when she ran out of the hospital, covered in holy-water burns and screaming in pain. It was all because of his charm and how he said, "What's up!" Chas knew that was an impressive arsenal when it came to charming women, no matter their species.
"It's… It's… John," he had to regain his composure. He was a man, for Christ-sakes and he had to act damn manly.
"I've heard, rumors, all sorts of things," Ellie said.
"I know," Chas said. He finished crying, no more tears, crying was something that sissy-coward Balthazar would do.
"I know what happened, Chas, I know," Ellie's eyes got big.
"What?" Chas asked.
"Balthazar stole him, stole him to be a part of his evil sex ring in the basement of the BZR building. Since he captured him, he has made him wear Lederhosen and dance to polka and then have… no, I can't say it," Ellie had to stop herself, it was becoming too much.
"What?" Chas leaned forward.
"They have nasty, crude, boy-sex, terrible, terrible sex stuff that I can't say here. All John does is cry out for you and whispers: I'll huff and puff," Ellie said completely horrified. "Also, he has an accomplice. His accomplice, no one knows who it is, except that they go by the name of "Evie Carnahan." She's ruthless, from what I've heard, so ruthless. You've got to stop this, Chas, you have to!" Ellie cried out.
"I will, I'll go and find the assholes myself," Chas said as he walked away from the cab.
He had enough of it; he was fed up of the evil in his town and the evil to break up him and his man-lover. He was going to take them down, all of them. Nobody messed with mother-fucking Chas Kramer and I mean no one. He walked away from Ellie who was staring at him, hands clasped against her mouth and hoping that this mighty warrior might be able to save them all from Balthazar's perverted past-times. He was going to show that prissy, vain queen once and for all, why you either watch baseball or play Pac-Man!
He walked into the apartment and he pulled out John's holy shot-gun. He had wondered why he had called it John's for he had used it more than him. He had saved John so many times, and now, he had to do it again. He fired off one round and it blew away that empty Cristal bottle that the foul fiend had left behind.
"It's on, assholes," he said as he walked out of there, his jacket billowing in the wind.