Hey there guys! Sorry for the long wait, finals and school just love my attention. I'm not fully done yet but I thought it would be good to give you guys a treat.
As always, thanks a million to my beta reader demonbarber14!
Chapter 3
Waiting for us at the Elvis exit is 2069 red Mustang convertible; the fastest and sweetest ride to commit murder in. Calling shot gun I am about to ask where our target was when Petra comes out bawling by Diva's side. "I always screw everything up," says Petra. I roll my eyes as I start the engine when I catch something strange in the corner of my eye and don't let go for a while.
Across the Elvis is an abandoned church decorated in graffiti. Two brothers stand on the steps of the church, one in black, the other in white. They're both staring in my direction, which gives me a creepy vibe I haven't felt in a while. It's the masks that gets me the most. The one in white has a mask made from crafted ivory of the Lord on the Cross. His wounds bleed granite. The one in black has a mask crafted ebony goat; he'd make a handsome Baphomet. The Devil leans to whisper to the humble Martyr. I can't help but stare at those blue eyes; they make the mask look alive and the scar on the Martyr's lips look like mine.
"Lexi, are you alright?" says Georgette. Immediately I put my foot on the gas and drive. Quickly I look behind to see the Divine Brothers are gone. The wind flies by with the rush of the city lights. Radio noise, construction, blazing horns, laughing, crying, all this goes with the Rush. Someone whispers, "Lexi, Lexi can you hear me?" The voice sounds concerned but it's not my name. The Rush gives me a headache and I look up to the stars, they look like they're falling. The silver stars turn red with a scream, bump and a shout, "ZOYA!" I'm back to reality with a foot on the breaks. All's dark except for the headlights on the road and the Desert Trees, they're all covered in red as the earth shook to an earthquake only I can see.
A hand gently pulls my hands away from the wheel. "Let me take the wheel, Zoya. You're experiencing a Lynching," said Georgette. I can't help but notice her mask is off. She looks so fascinating; I want to tell her but I end up with, "Your mask is off."
"I know, we had to stop filming. You ran over a homeless guy."
"Where," I said. I briefly look behind me where a foot away a dirty pile of clothes is bleeding. Everything gets hot all of a sudden. "You need to sit down and relax," says Georgette. A seatbelt straps me in; Fȕr Elise plays on the car radio. I let the seat back with my heart returning to a normal rhythm. I focus on nothing but the music, I don't know if the boy playing at the piano is a dream or a memory but he seems so real. I love how his fingers dance on the keyboards. I just wish I could see his face, yet I can't.
"You want to try?" I'm warm all over when he says it. It's like an angel's giving me permission to live in Heaven for a day. I only put one finger on one of the keys but no notes come out.
"Zoya, we're ready to film." It's Rubick speaking. I don't want to go. I want to stay here with my friend. I want to stay with D….
"Zoya, you need to get up," he says. I come back to reality with a scream. A small shock that actually feels like a thousand volts igniting in my right ear. The headlights reveal a blue house with a white picket fence in the middle of Nevada desert. I have no idea if I'm in the right place or not.
"What the fuck was that for, R?" I demand. My right ear pulsed with a warm heat. I put pressure on the ear lessen the pain.
"I'm sorry dear, but you left me with no choice. Society's getting impatient."
"You can tell Society to go fuck itself."
"It's already doing that, sweetheart."
"Now you're just being cute. Now where are we and what evidence are we looking for to put them on execution?" I ask. The pressure in my ear stops pulsing. All that's left is an annoying ringing sound.
"You're on 4444 Paradise Rd," he tells ma. "There's suspicion of Renesmees and a new drug called Serbian Black Dust. Keep Petra away from the drugs."
"I'll defiantly try," I say. The ringing stops when the click goes off. Knowing Petra she'll probably get her hands on it. A junkie can't resist the high. After a moment of thinking, "Georgette, kill the lights. I've got a plan to get in." I unbuckle the seatbelt and turn to Diva and Petra in the back. Petra's holding onto Diva like a child would hold onto her mother. They look at me with wary eyes.
"As you've heard from R, we are looking for illegal possessions of child porn and drugs," I say. Diva's eyes dart away as I stare at her. "In order to redeem yourself, Diva, I want you and Petra to keep the suspects distracted while Georgette and I sneak inside. If the suspects want you guys to experiment with Black Dust tell you're not interested. If they keep insisting you guys to take anything tell them you're helping you're friend to get clean."
"What kind of story should we tell them?" asks Diva. I look to the stars for a second then went back to her.
"Diva, your name is going to be Casey. Petra, you're going to be Beth. You both are lovers but Beth has a boyfriend who is also her dealer. Casey, that's you Diva, persuaded Beth to run away with you. While Beth's slowly kicking the habit, her dealer boyfriend has been chasing them and to make it worse he has a gang of royal cartels willing to help him kidnap beautiful Beth."
Petra pulls herself closer to Diva. Her eyes are wide with fear. "Don't let them kidnap me, Casey," she said. I should have been a writer.
"The details you can fill out yourself. It will be long enough for us to find enough dirt to do our own nasty justice. Now let's get moving."
The filming begins once we're out of the car. I open the trunk to get the 'lovers' disguises, my Suitcase of Destruction and my ever close friend cane. I shove the cane between my top and my back, feeling like a samurai. The Lovers dressed and ready to go we spilt to separate ways to the back of the house. The backyard is a garden of cacti with flowers and silver insects hovering over them.
"The keys are in the suitcase," says Rubick. The Lovers knock on the front door frantically. I open the suitcase and take the keys out of the inside right pocket. The front door opens and the Lovers come in while I unlock the door to a laundry room. Thankfully nothing goes off. The last house was so secure we had to find ways to break in four times. It turned into a two hour special when we finally broke in with the help of a girl scout.
"Where's the dirt?" I ask. Georgette's hazel eyes look up as if waiting for an answer from above. After a few seconds, Georgette said, "R says it's upstairs in the bedroom on the left." The door opens with a low creak. I wait for someone to notice and I go into the white hallway with Georgette behind me. The white hallway carpet leads to the living room were the suspects and Lovers are sitting. Shit! We're behind the suspects but the living room floor is made of hard wood. Hard wood and boots that'll give me away in a heartbeat. Damnit! I would take off my boots but, they lace up and are bitch to put back on again. Fuck!
"Georgette, is there another way to get upstairs?"
"No, you either have to be quiet or climb up the window." Closing the door, I look at her shoes. They're the comfortable black Converse that I so wish I were wearing right now. She's the only one allowed to wear flats because she's the tallest one out of all of us. Curse my shortness to hell.
"Alright, you quietly go upstairs, open the window and help me get inside. Take the suitcase with you." Georgette nods and walks down the hall. I watch her sneak up the stairs before leaving outside again. Crunch, crunch, crunch, I'm a foot away from the house waiting for the upstairs window to light up. Five minutes later the window opens and Georgette gestures me to come further. Sand crunches some more as I walk back when rope made of black sheets is thrown down. As quickly as I can I climb the rope without trying to make a noise. Georgette helps me inside…and grabs my ass.
"Quit being grabby, we work together," I hiss. Georgette backs away with her hands in the air. Her face is red as the walls, repeating, 'I'm sorry'. She always blushes with apologies whenever she touches me by accident. Once she saw me in the shower and stared at me for a long time before running off as red as the Devil. She's either uncomfortable with nudity or has a crush on me.
"Come on, let's look for the dirt," I say. I need a distraction from Georgette. If she weren't working for us, I'd go out with her. Both sexes look delicious to me, but since I have a Sparky, I mainly play with the girls. While Georgette searches the closet I look through the drawers. Kinky clothes, colorful vibrators, Dildos and porn but not the illegal kind. The last drawer catches me off guard. I didn't find the dirt but I've found books, books actually made out of paper!
"Wow," I said. Picking up Garden of Eden by Ernest Hemingway I flip the first page then another. It felt alive whisking the pages. I haven't read the words yet but it wants to talk in its own flesh its secrets. Willing to listen, I went back to the first page when Georgette threw the dirt on my lap. Dust and pictures of baby rape murder my eyes. Jesus, I've got blood on my hands and this disgusts me.
"Ok, bring them up," I said. Georgette leaves the room while I put the Renesmees face down to my right side with the Dust on top. Shouts and screams happen downstairs. I take out two other books. One called Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs and the other Coldheart Canyon by Clive Barker. I stare at the last one for a long time with a name, "Virgil." I have no idea why that name came up.
Marching up the stairs with a woman shouting, "Please, please, don't hurt us! We're done nothing wrong!" I put the book down, take the dirt in my hands and sit in the front of the bed. Georgette, Diva, and Petra have the suspects on their knees. The Royce was in the middle, looked about mid-fifties with graying hair. His glasses were badly beaten just like his face. The women he's between had more or less. The woman on his right wears a pink dress and has wavy brown hair and teary eyes. The glitter on her skin says she's a Belle. Belles are girls from twelve to seventeen that swore an oath to be pure until marriage or become a Steele. I get the feeling Kat wants to be a Steele. The blonde woman on his left I recognize from the pictures on Rubick's desk, Luann Rubick.
Shuffling the pictures, I say, "So you did nothing wrong, eh?" Kat looks to the floor while Royce and Luann look afraid. I come over to the guilty with dirt. "I can understand Belles, especially when they become Steeles. I can even understand the reason to get high. Our dear sister Petra gets high all the time. But….Renesemees." I show them the pictures. All of them went white in the face. Kat nearly hyperventilates in horror. They're either acting or truly innocent. Either way doesn't matter to me. "I mean, couldn't you have waited until, I don't know until she became a Lolita or a Lo if it's a boy? Or are you one of those people that like it 'fresh from the oven'?"
"You're sick," says Luann. Her face contorted with murder in her eyes. She jumps up to attack when Georgette forces her back on her knees. Taking my dagger, the point digging under her chin. "We're all sick Mrs. Rubick. Some are just sicker others."
"My husband is the sickest of all," said Luann. "He has more blood on his hands then you. I hope after I'm dead you'll get your just desserts." Her mouth twitches in a smile. I've know idea what she means but I'm cold all over.
"Really?" I back away smiling, she should have kept her mouth shut. I put the suitcase on the bed and take out the tools. Pink and blue rope, Leather apron, Duct tape and the world's tiniest shears. "Diva, take this Renesemee lover downstairs and ride him like a pony." Diva grins like a demon and drags an unwilling Royce to his last lay. I throw the pink rope to Petra. "Get Kitty ready." Hat pleaded like a girl in a slasher flick.
"Please, don't hurt me, I'm…I'm a virgin!" Acting surprised, I go on my knees to her. "Oh angel," I said, cupping her face with drama. "Where have you been all my life?" My sisters and I laugh while Kat moans in despair. "Since I'm stricken with love, I must express it the only way I know how." All serious I get up and throw the blue rope to Georgette. "Turn on the music!" She takes out a white MP3 player the size and width of a coin. Tiny but high quality sound as it plays Abba's Dancing Queen. I have a thing for oldies.
Singing to the music, I strip off my clothes. Georgette eyes me a little while she ties Luann's hands and feet. She defiantly has a crush on me. Petra's having a little trouble stripping Kat as I tie on the apron. "Hold still, I need to strip you," said Petra. Screams upstairs, downstairs, screams just everywhere! Taking the duct tape I turn the volume up. First I tape Luann then I go to Kat and do the same.
"Oh love of my life, I can't wait to express my love for you," I proclaim. Kat pleads for her life as I drag her to the bed. I tie her hands while Petra ties her feet. Once Petra finishes her job I say to her, "On the bottom drawer you'll find books made out of paper."
"Paper? Like real paper?"
"Yeah, real paper. I want you to take all the books with the name Clive Barker and take them to the car." While Petra collects the paper, I talk to Kat one last time. "As for unlucky you, I'm more of a Bateman then a Grey." Taking the shears I throw them to Georgette. "Make sure Mrs. Rubick keeps her eyes open. I don't want her to miss the good part."
Lips on Kat's duct taped mouth, muffled screams with wet chomping sounds. Blade grazing the glittery pale skin, she's so thin I can almost count the ribs. Everything about her looks withered expect her eyes. I rub the bud between her legs. She's unbelievably dry but, she reacts and I insert with the blade. Warm blood rushes while Kat shakes and muffled screams. The smell of copper, The Winner Takes It All, panting and wet gushing fill the room. Kat's stopped moving but I need to make sure she's not living. Stabbing her stomach, I open her up. Abba stops playing. I find her heart, crush, and twist. Her blood feels less warm. Kat's face looks scared but she's totally gone.
"Ok, she's one-hundred percent dead," I said. I get out of the bed, I'm dripping with blood then I leave for the bathroom across the hall. "I'm taking a shower. Make sure to finish Mrs. Rubick completely. We don't want any revenge seekers on us. After that, I'll call you to bring me my clothes." A wet sound gushes once I close the bathroom door.