We went to the streets of Vegas were hopes of luck are high and low. On the Strip there are faces that look at us in fear and awe. They knew who we are, no need to see our faces. They knew we were the deciders of their lives, that's what they fear my humble readers but, yet they love us. "I'm your biggest fan," I remembered a dying victim say to me once. What sheep!
We've spotted out first victim of the night. It was a homeless man, singing to the old timely song of 'Piano Man'. Once his off key tune was finished we clapped as if he was Billy Joel himself. "Spare me some change, my sisters," he said, his voice like gravel. Instead of money, I give him a good slap by my cane then pinned him to the ground. "Please, don't…"
"Don't what, my brother?" I asked with fake sincerity. His stink was that of Jack Daniels and cigarettes. The site of him repulsed me like most of the homeless here or anywhere we go. "What don't you want me to do?"
"Please don't kill me! I want to die but, not like this. I've tried to take my own life but, I'm afraid to do it."
"Guess what, brother. You should have done it a long time ago!" We ended up beating him up a bit for our own entertainment. Which only lasted five minutes of beating the shit out of him then Diva took his life by choking him with her sparkling chain. If the man was serious about taking his life it would have been the most decent thing he'd ever done in his life.
The homeless quickly forgotten, we head for the casinos were we randomly select people. All of us split in different directions, my eyes were on the man in the nice tux leaving with a sparkling dress. Before the glass elevator closed I stepped inside were I unsheathed my dagger and slit the throat of the sparkling dress. The tux looked scared only to be washed away by the site of me. "Oh God, you're Alexis! I'm your biggest-" I silenced the tux by planting my mouth to his. He tasted like champagne and cigarettes, the taste was awful but, it was all for the camera. We made out for only a minute, my plan was to take him to his place and kill him but, the plan changed very quickly as I found out there was a rival on the top floor.
In the long hallway was a naked women being attacked by what looked like the cast of Springtime for Hitler. Like us, they were wearing masks as well but, it covered their whole face. Their were four of them, three were men and one was a women. Two of the men pinned her to the wall as the third man was having trouble trying to unzip his pants. The last was a women leaning next to the other side of the wall. If her face wasn't covered I would have guessed she looked bored by the scenario.
I stepped out of the elevator, kicking an empty Barcadi bottle which caught their attention. "Well, well, well…isn't it the Furherin herself!" All of them were looking at me now, the naked girl left unseen except me but, I had no interest in her. These Nazi Droogs are a rip off of our show. Sure, we're still number one but, you never know when you get knocked off you pedestal!
"Well, well, well…I didn't know you've got your self a boyfriend, Frau DeLarge," she said with a German accent. Her minions all wore a plain white mask except for Hitler. She wore white mask with red painted lips, red blush on the cheeks, and a black Hitler mustache. Her Nazi uniform was very reveling as much as mine. She wore black thigh high boots with tight fitting black shorts and jacket that reveled her cleavage. While my red hair was short, her hair was a wavy black wearing a Nazi officer hat.
"He's not my boyfriend, Frau Hitler. In fact you can have him," Before he could protest I grabbed the tux by the collar and threw him to his death. Once his face was implanted on her almost exposed chest, she immediately took out a knife with the Nazi symbol and disposed of him quickly while I escaped downstairs. I got the feeling we were going to meet again.
Quickly we left the casino were we stole a Lambo. We drove out of Vegas to the quiet suburbia. All the way we blared the loud music of today causing mischief on the road. I remember Petra taking out a bat and smashing some mail boxes. We did other things to property but, we weren't driving down the road to cause damage to something but to someone. What we were about to do was drop by for a House Visit. That was were the Ultra-Violence was at it's best. That's when everything was really Horrorshow!