Hey Guys! Here's chapter 2. A million thanks to demonbarber14 for being my beta!
Chapter 2
That was two years ago, my friends, and I've become a totally different person. Well, in a physical sense I'm different. My brown hair is cut short and dyed cherry red. My suntan and scars are synthetically painted pale as well as flawless. Hell, even my blue irises had to change to green. All for my protection or so Rubick told me. Except for the death of my father and his wife, I was never convicted for my multiple murders. In short, I didn't see the point of hiding.
Sitting in an actual milk bar called Innocence with a bottle of strawberry Bliss in my hand, I look at myself in the bar mirror. As much as I appreciate Rubick's concern for my well being I didn't like the new look. For one, all that paleness almost blended with the outfit. Any paler I might as well be wearing only thigh-high leather boots and a Derby hat. In a way I am barely dressed, the shorts and cut off long sleeved shirt showed ninety percent of my skin. Rubick wanted me to be more appropriate. This was my rebuttal, "Let me be inappropriate. I'm a serial killer, not a role model." (Course this is part of the reason but, I'll get to that later). The mask with the fake lashes on the left is just an icing on the cake of unnecessary changes. Can't a girl get a break?
I take a swig from the bottle. It tastes like strawberry milk with a salty copper aftertaste from the hallucinogen Lynch. It's best to drink Bliss slowly to get a good effect. Drink it too fast then experience a bad trip or a 'Lynching'. I put the bottle down on the bar and close my eyes. The tingle on my skin tells me it's working. "Hit me with Abstinence," I said. I hear the bartender open something under the bar but my mind was on the Lynch.
A good trip always starts with arousal. Feeling very horny, I start groping my boobs. On the up side of Rubick's idea of change he made my girls bigger. They were already big before, but hey I'm a fan of huge tits. Opening my eyes a little I see Alex is behind me. Of course the Lynch in conjuring up my desires but I don't give a fuck. "Hey Bright Eyes," I said. The Lynch is telling me his hands are cupping my face.
"Want to do the ever popular in-out, in-out?" I ask him. He says nothing; he doesn't need to say anything. His hands leave my face. I close my eyes again, feeling his lips on my neck while his hands fondle my breasts. Being so hot and bothered I forget bar stools doesn't have a back. I would have fallen over if Georgette didn't come to the rescue.
"Whoa, Alexis," she said, helping me in place. Georgette is a slender girl with pixie black hair and hazel eyes. Her mesh shirt and skinny white jeans make her thinner then she actually is. Even though she's a masterful thief, she's the most decent out of all of us. While I got caught unwillingly, Rachael (that's her real name) turned herself in. I've asked her why; she always tells me it's not her time. Whatever that means.
"It's Zoya," I said. My head is cloudy with lust.
"I know, but on camera you are Alexis."
"Already we're filming?" I asked, disappointed I look up at Alex. He looks just as bummed out as I am. Turning my attention from him to the counter I see a dime sized Oreo. I pop the cookie in my mouth, chew and swallow. Jesus, these things were bitter. Looking up, Alex was gone along with the euphoria. A reason it's called Abstinence is that it leaves you slightly depressed for a little bit. Georgette pats my shoulder in comfort.
"You'll always have a next time," she said. Georgette is a really great friend, but it only makes me more depressed. I still have Sparky. I'm still a virgin. I've put in many requests to Rubick about aborting Sparky. He always gives me this answer, "It's too dangerous; you still need to wait." The thought of being a virgin forever just makes me want to cry.
"Alexis, we've got a problem," said Diva. I can see the tiny red veins in the whites of her eyes in great detail. The Bliss and the Abstinence are beginning to kick in. I'm actually feeling better now; it's Diva's panic that's slightly killing the mood. In my new state of mind, she's so tough looking that no body would dare challenge her to a fight. Diva's real name is Natti and she's muscular as Georgette is slender. The black and white latex only adds to the 'don't fuck with me' look. She likes to brag that a man tried to rape her when she turned the tables around on her attacker and violated him.
"What would that be Diva? Did somebody actually accomplish raping you?" I asked, smiling from ear to ear. I'm feeling so good that I don't give a shit about the evil eye she's giving me. That's the thing about B and A, the beast does whatever it wants. "No Lexi, it's Petra. She's experiencing a Lynching." Oh that Goddamn junkie!
"Jazz is high on something other then B and A isn't she?" Diva nods quickly, my hands ball into fists. I'm so ready to punch her in the face. The last time Petra experienced a Lynching she was heading for oncoming traffic. If Georgette didn't catch her on time we would've put Droog on hold for another season. Usually shows get cancelled if a new cast member isn't auditioned on time and cancellation usually means death. Droog almost came close to a cancelation until Jazz came into the picture. As much as want to strangle her I owe her a thanks for our lives. "Do you know what she's on?"
"I saw her take Mary Jane earlier, but I swear I didn't think-" I cut her off with my fist in her stomach. I hit her a couple more times before she doubled over on the floor. "You fucking idiot! You're not suppose to take any drugs when you're under Bliss or Abstinence or fucking both. Now where is she?"
"I don't know…..she just up and left," she whizzed, I inhaled through my teeth. There's only one way to defuse the anxiety I'm feeling. I get my cane that's leaning against the bar and start hitting her viciously on the back and thighs.
"You…stupid…..FUCK!" I said after every strike. Diva practically signed our death warrents so she deserves a beating. I would have kept beating her if Georgette didn't intervene.
"That's enough Lexi," said Georgette, holding my wrists up. I want to scream that we're finished when she gave me glorious news from Heaven. "Mr. R told me where Petra is, she's at the Elvis Casino." All the muscles in my body relax. The Elvis Casino is only a block from here. Nothing but old people wanting to gamble. Petra would probably kill them by heat attack being under a Lynching. Just when things were looking bright, I get hit with bad news.
"The Nazis are there." Without a word, I dashed out the door like I've never dashed before. In reality I must have been running at a normal speed, yet the blur of different lights says other wise. The flashing white letters of Elvis screamed that I'd reached my destination. Stopping seemed to be a difficulty; my body wants to keep running, yet somehow I managed. My vision pulses with my heart, making the entrance to the casino become alive. Rubick speaks inside my right ear, "Petra's on the top floor." I whir around thinking he was right there for a second then I remember the mini-microphones in our ears.
Time ticking every second I burst into the casino, getting a good eye full of old people and memorabilia. The elderly didn't bother to turn with my sudden presence which is a good thing. Every detail of their aging just makes me want to puke. Vomiting would only lead me to a Lynching myself. Needing to avoid this, I ran to the elevator in front of me. One second, the elderly as well as the slot machines are a blur, the next I'm in a silver elevator with the doors closing. The nausea finally passes, what a relief. The door opens and then the relief is gone.
The Frau leans against the wall, watching her soldiers have fun with an unwilling Lolita. Her original customer watches with vacant eyes. He probably died before the true terror began. I step out, kicking an empty bottle of Bacardi to grab their attention. "Well Hallo, Frau Alexis. How do I owe the pleasure," she said, taking off her mask. Lolita grabs her clothes, running to the elevator. At this point my focus is on the Frau. Her hair is long and dark, her eyes seeming to match. Her uniform is just as revealing as mine. We're pretty must the same if only of two vital differences. For one, I envy her keeping her sunkissed skin and battle scars. She can show them off proudly while I have to hide them like a dirty secret. As for reason number two, she has some beef against me and I have no idea why and I frankly don't give a shit.
"You can first off tell me were Petra is and we'll leave to do our business," I said. "We have a long night ahead of us." The Frau shook her head, making a tsk sound.
"That's the thing, darling. We have no idea were your junkie is. Even if we did, we'd make sure you see her die first." The Nazis laugh at my temporary loss. The hallway is alive with my panic pulse. One Nazi comes toward me but my attention is on the dark corner. I see Petra standing in the dark like a school girl angel. However, Petra isn't alone, a woman in a red dress is standing behind her. Oh God, I'm experiencing a Lynching. To see the Red Lady means something terrible will happen.A forceful hand on my arm brings me back to reality. In seconds, my dagger's in a throat and a soldier's on the floor. The Frau orders her men to come after me. I take my dagger and went on a full sprint towards Petra. At least, I hope it's Petra.
Knowing this is going to be a fight, I tease the lever on the hilt of my cane. The dagger becomes a sword and the blood bath begins. I sliced through a second, third, and fourth. I don't know if I killed them or not but that doesn't matter, I need to get to Petra. The weight of dragging her to the elevator on the other side of the hall was a relief. Punching the button a thousand times, the door finally opens. I pull Petra inside, just in time to see an angry Frau coming towards us, until the door closes our safety. I lean my back against the wall, letting out a 'that was close' escape my mouth. Petra only stands there with glazed eyes; she defiantly needs some Holy Water. I close my eyes then open them again, sharp vision catching the silver insects recording us.
The door opens to the first floor. Remembering the old people I take Petra to the right side of the casino were the White Zombie bar is. "The Red Lady wants to give you a message," said Petra. Her voice sounded dazed
"Don't you know you're not suppose to follow the Red Lady, she's almost as bad as Bloody Mary" I said. The White Zombie bar is more of a place out of a Halloween store. Full size skeletons with tuxes hang from the walls. Fake blood and spider webs decorated on the bar counter. To make it even more amusing, the stools are supported by severed limbs. Suddenly I wish I didn't come here on the behalf of Petra's state.
"The Red Lady wants to give you a message," said Petra again. I ignore Petra and take her over to the bar. I hope the Lynching doesn't tell her the severed limbs are real or worse, moving. I get the bartender's attention, "I need Holy Water, please." While the bartender in heavy make-up searches for Holy Water, Petra mentions the Red Lady for the third time. I might as well entertain her while she's high.
"What's the message, Petra?" I ask. She gestures for me to come closer. She whispers in my ear, "The time to choose is coming." It's a stupid message, something that a nutcase on the street would say about the end of times. Stupid as it sounds, there's something important about it, yet I can't put a finger on it. The bartender sets the shot glass on the counter, pouring the Holy Water. Silver specks of sobering agents swirled like flakes in a snow globe. Petra holds the glass to her face but doesn't drink.
"Have you ever wondered why Alex doesn't talk?" asked Petra. I stare at her, cocking my right eyebrow. Crazy junkie.
"What're talking about? Alex talks all the time in the movie."
"I'm not talking about the movie. I'm talking about in your head." For a second time is standing still. I've never told her about my experience on Bliss nor any of the other sisters. Thinking back on my delusions, I realize Alex never speaks. Sure he can fuck like a God but he's never said a word. Taking in this new information I ask Petra, "How do you know about that?" Petra doesn't answer for a moment and it almost kills me. Her attention turned from me. My hand is on her shoulder, ready to ask her again.
"It's not your time to know yet," she said. Her voice sounded different, yet there was something familiar at it. Turning her head, it wasn't Petra, it was the Red Lady. Why does she look like me?"You just need to know he's suffered proper." Quickly I left my bar stool, staring mystified at Petra. Now she's the one looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Drink your Holy Water, we have-" a bullet whistles against my left ear and hits the bartender in the head. Petra takes a quick swig as the bartender hits the floor. I turn around to find the Frau with her surviving comrade. "Goodbye, Frau Alexis," she said, before shooting another bullet. I dart over to the bar, taking Petra with me. I'm carful not to trip over the dead man. The Frau's footsteps are coming closer as I look for a gun. Vegas bars are required by law to carry a gun. I find the gun while Petra begins to shake on the floor. A first symptom of Holy Water, I'm not looking forward to the last and final symptom.
"Come on out, Alexis so I can-" I hear the Frau get punched in the face. I stand up with my gun in my hand, leaving the bar. The old people are now in a panic. The Frau is on the ground unconscious with Diva standing over her. The only Nazi standing is the one Georgette has in a chokehold. If I was in the mood I'd have my fun with her but, the night is young, there are more important things to do. I put a bullet in the last soldier, killing him in a matter of seconds. I was about to shoot the Frau when Rubick said, "Let her live."
"But Mr. R-"
"She's a favorite enemy, Zoya. Society loves it when you two fight." Well Society can go fuck itself in the ass.
"But she doesn't fight fair, she uses guns to kill us. That's considered cheating."
"I'll reason with her later but as of now you have a job to do. Sound off." After my right ear clicks off I hear crying at the Zombie bar. Petra has entered the final stage of Holy Water: depression.
"Diva, be useful and get Petra," I said. I pulled her close to my face to give her a warning. "The next time you let Petra get high during a filming, I'm going to be the one to tie you down and fuck you with this." Diva stares at the hilt of the dragon with ruby eyes, knowing full well what I've done to others with it. She better be afraid of me. I push her away and went with Georgette.
"What's our mission, my humble friend?" I asked. Georgette read off, "Kat Blau, Royce Hinderson, and Luann Rubick." I paused at the last name and smiled. "Mr. R's third wife, eh? I guess it's better then a divorce."