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Outgoth the Goth
Chapter 12 – Joining forces.
No One's POV.
"Who in the fuck has Tori then?" Ranted Jade in utter frustration.
Mortica looked to Wednesday and Jade for a moment. "You know Jade, the few times your mother and I actually worked together, we were pretty much unstoppable. Like the time when that South American dictator, Juan Gilberto, wouldn't answer your mother's fan mail. She was so terribly disappointed, as she was his biggest fan. She had spent hours drawing a picture of him, torturing political prisoners. She had done it just for him."
"Wait." Jade interjected, "I learned about him in history. He was the ultra-oppressive dictator of Val Verde and was overthrown in a 1982, coup d'etat. The teacher said it was probably the most violent coup in South America's history. Gilberto, his entire cabinet and most of the top government officials were not only tortured to death, but mutilated beyond description. You both engineered that."
Carolyn beamed at her sister with pride. "More than engineered, Remember how he begged for my forgiveness, for not answering my fan mail."
Morticia smiled back. "Was that, before or after you took a blow torch to his, you know what."
"It was after and I still have his skull in my old tennis bag. It's amazing what a pair of 15 year old girls can do."
Jade quickly put her face in her hands. "I'm not hearing this."
Grandmama put her hand on Jade's shoulder, What my daughters are trying to say is that if you and Wednesday join forces, you could locate Tori."
Jade eyed Wednesday suspiciously. "I just want to find Tori, I'm game if you are. Truce?"
Wednesday eyed her coldly for several moments then extended her hand. "Truce."
The two Goth cousins shook hands, though the look of severe mistrust, never once left their faces.
"Ok Wednesday, where do we start."
Wednesday thought for a moment. "Follow me; I have something that may aid us?"
Mortica said to Carolyn, "While the girls do their thing, how about I make some of that wonderful toadstool tea and we all talk about old times."
As Jade followed Wednesday up the stairs and deeper in her house, she felt a sense of envy as this what she had always pictured as the perfect dwelling; creepy, moody and full of dangerous and spooky things.
They eventually arrived at Wednesday's room which looked like a cross between a medieval torture chamber and museum run by a psychopath. It was like her room, only more intense. Again Jade felt her jealousy rise.
"What are you getting?
Wednesday ignore the question and from an ancient roll top desk in a corner extracted a camera. She then went to the wall and pulled down what appeared to be a white shade.
"Stand there please. In front of the shade. Don't smile." Wednesday said.
Jade complied and Wednesday took the camera and snapped a picture.
"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute and don't touch anything." Wednesday ordered before leaving the room.
"Don't touch anything." Replied Jade in a mocking voice, as she began to touch and handle the things that she found interesting. Among the objects she, touched, were a strangely misshapen skull, a old box of driver's license's of various people some new and some old. Jade also looked at an autographed picture of British Occultist, Aleister Crowley that sat on Wednesday's night stand.
Wednesday then reappeared in the door with a look of distain "You touched things didn't you?"
Jade shrugged. "Of course I did. How interesting that Regina Hawkins's driver's license is in that box on your dresser. Right next to Jimmy Hoffa's no less."
After fuming silently for a moment, she tossed Jade what appeared to be a small black billfold.
Opening it up, Jade could see it contained a police badge and identification that indicated Jade was detective Pepper Anderson of the Los Angeles Police department. It looked utterly flawless and the badge looked just as perfect.
"I made you LAPD, but if you wish I can make you FBI, State Department, Military Intelligence, CIA, British MI5 or MI6, Interpol, German Bundesnachrichtendienst, Mexican Federal police, Israeli Mossad, Russian SVR, the list goes on an on, just pick your poison and to answer your next question the badge is 100% real."
Jade starred down at the real police badge and perfect ID, with a look similar to a child seeing their presents on Christmas day. A huge amount of possibilities ran through Jade's head.
"This is Wonderful! Do I get a gun?"
"No, I hate guns. I find them to be rather impersonal. Besides, they kill far too quickly for my tastes anyway. I'll be officer Lizzie Sterben."
A thought occurred to Jade. "Assuming you have one as well, we can act like cops, but your hearse doesn't fit the part."
Wednesday gestured to Jade, "follow me."
Jade complied and was led back down and out the back of the house, where a metal building stood. Wednesday opened the door and inside they went. It was filled with car's. She could see some were new, some were old, there was a flower delivery van and a few other nondescript looking vehicles.
But Wednesday led Jade to a plain blue undercover police car. It even had a police radio and computer. Wednesday threw Jade the key's, "You drive."
After taking off, they decided the best place to start would be the scene of the crime. So they drove to Tori's house.
No was home of course, Tori was missing and the her parents had taken Trina out of town for an audition.
"I found the door open, when I came here earlier. I made a basic search….." Jade started to say as she opened the door which earlier she had closed but left unlocked. She did so in case Tori returned and needed to get in.
"But not a very good one, typical….."
Wednesday was the first to notice something. "Something's missing."
"Duh…Tori obviously."
Wednesday looked less than impressed. "The green rug that was in just inside the front door. The one you should be standing on. Whoever did it, must have incapacitated her via tazer and wrapped her in the rug. Then they carried the rug off, with Tori in it."
"Oh." Jade said sheepishly. "Uh….her purse and phone and keys are on her desk in her room. I looked in every room. No one was here."
Wednesday headed towards the stairs. "I'll take a second look.
She returned a few minutes later to find Jade watching television and eating popcorn. "You supposedly care so much about Tori, yet you watch Television. It makes me think your concern for her is minimal."
Jade rolled her eyes and held up the bowl of popcorn. "Want some."
"I hate popcorn, it's nice you got yourself a snack." Wednesday said acidly.
"Wednesday, the popcorn was in a bowl on the table, I didn't notice it earner, also I turned on the TV and found it was paused in the middle of a some cruddy romantic movie. Someone turned off the tv, but never turned off the dvd. So Tori was watching a movie with popcorn and there's a knock on the door, she answers and gets snatched. Probably happened last night."
"I believe you are correct. Do you have any ideas where to go next sherlock?" Wednesday replied, with a good dose of sarcasm.
Jade pointed out the window to a girl of about 10 drawing with chalk on the sidewalk, across the street. "Let's start there."
Wednesday scoffed. "It happened last night; I'm sure the kid was in bed and saw nothing."
Jade headed to the door, "Suit yourself."
The pair exited the Vega home and walked across the street to the girl who looked up.
Wednesday, looking as dour as ever, spoke first. "We're looking for a friend of ours who's been kidnapped and is possibly being tortured to death at this very in a number of different ways including electricity….
Seeing the horrified expression growing on the kid's face, Jade cut off Wednesday with a harsh glare. "Do you have any subtlety at all or are your braid's just pulled to tight? Let me handle this!"
Shaking her head, Jade pulled out her badge, smiled and using her acting skills did her best imitation of Mariska Hargitay, from Law and Order SVU.
"Hi, I'm police detective, Pepper Anderson. You see I have a real police badge and you can trust me. What's your name?"
The child relaxed a bit and smiled back. "I'm Paige."
"Well Paige, last night, did you happen to look out the window and see anything strange going on across the street."
Paige shook her head. "No."
Jade frowned, shook her head and turned to leave. "Thank you Paige."
"But I saw something this morning."
Jade stopped and turned around. "This morning? When? What?"
It was just after Sophia the first, ended on TV and my mommy said I could go outside. That's at 10 O'clock. I was in the back yard and saw the women. Two were on motorcycles and one was with a blue van. They carried out a big rug was shaped kind of funny like my mommy when she was had my brother in her belly. They put the rug in the van and drove off."
"What did the women look like?"
"One had short red hair, one had short brown hair and one had blond hair down to her butt."
"Was anything written on the van?"
"No, But something was written on the back of the jackets of all three women."
"What did the jackets look like and what was written on them?"
"The jackets looked like my brother's blue jeans and each had some naughty words written the back. I can't say them out loud."
"Just say it!" Barked Wednesday.
Jade again glared back. "You're not helping. Why don't you go play in the street or something."
Wednesday huffed and walked back to the car.
Jade then turned to the little girl. "Tell you what, I'll kneel down and you can whisper the words in my ear, then you won't get in trouble. Kay."
Jade leaned in and the girl whispered something in Jade's ear.
Jade then nodded. "Ok, I got it thank you. You've been a great help Paige, Remember, don't take drugs, stay in school and don't talk to strangers. Especially girls, that look like my partner."
"Bye officer Anderson!"
Jade walked back over to Wednesday. "Tori was grabbed by three members of the cycle slut's motorcycle gang. It's an all-female gang from round these parts. I've seen them driving around from time to time. Their clubhouse is a dive bar, called Trail makers. It's on Hamilton Street. I've seen them and their bikes there, as I have to pass it, on my way to the dentist. Come on Cagney, let's roll."
"Why do you think they grabbed Tori?"
"I'd doubt anyone like Tori would ever show up on their radar. My guess is that someone hired them to do their dirty work. We have a biker bar to visit."
20 minutes later, Jade and Wednesday pulled up in front of Trail Makers. It was a non-descript, run down looking cinder block building. The place looked like a stereotypical rough and tumble biker bar, with no less than 15 bikes parked stepping out of the car the sound of Strange Brew, by Cream could be hear spilling out of the of front door.
She's a witch of trouble in electric blue
In her own mad mind she's in love with you, with you
Now what you gonna do?
Strange brew, kill what's inside of you…..
Jade looked to Wednesday with a smirk, "Even with these badges, it could get kind of rough…There's at least 15 of them and two of us."
Wednesday cracked a rare smile, as she slung a black bag over her shoulder. "Let's enter shall we.…."
I don't own the rights to the song Strange Brew by Cream.
Wednesday calls herself Officer Sterben, in German it means, "To die"