Author's Notes:
Well, here's Chapter 8. I'm sorry I took so long; I was busy with school and I'm still waiting for my partner Joshua-Sinclair to finish Chapter 10, which might take a little while. In the meantime I'll post in updates on some of my stories as much as I can depending on how busy I might be and such. In this chapter, Rhonda and her team are now in Outback Steakhouse, which is an excellent restaurant. However, they soon have an unfortunate incident when Yubaba accidentally turns Rhonda into a dog and a dog-hating waiter almost had her thrown out until a mysterious, enchanted male Pikachu named Mitchell saved them; he then proceeds to reveal that he once worked for Zalira but when a mission goes horribly wrong, he was dismissed from her services and was transformed into a Pikachu. The Legacy also meets up with two S.V.U. police detectives named Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson, who were sent from New York to investigate allegations of child sexual abuse, cult intrigue and other crimes committed by Zalira.
Meanwhile, upon reaching Providence, Rhode Island by plane, they soon meet up with an elderly woman who is revealed to be Payton's long lost grandmother as well as the mother of one of Mr. Piano's former employees, also Payton's biological mother. The investigation heats up as they interrogate the old woman and discover Luella's true colors.
Chapter 8 – Trouble At Outback Steakhouse
40 minutes later, the heroes were exhausted and famished from trekking from the hospital to the restaurant. Lena herself was grumpy and irritated by the long walk. "This is idiotic! We could have just gotten a car, if we knew where Suzanne and Tess put it!" she complained grouchily. "Look! Outback Steakhouse!" shouted Judith, who pointed towards the restaurant. They have now reached the parking lot of Outback.
"Good work, Judith. Now we have to figure out how to get inside," Thomas praised her. Just then, however, Shadow was yapping at Poodles. She was intent on picking a fight with him. Poodles was greatly irked by this. He did his best to ignore her. Shadow was seething with rage. She wanted to fight him. She wanted to prove to this dog that she was the dominant one in the pack and that she was one of the strongest females around. Shadow snarled at him, not willing to give in without a fight.
In no time at all she got the result she desired. Poodles made a loud, distinct growl and then lunged at her. Shadow countered this move and the two were pawing at each other. She then clawed on him and nipped him on the nose. Poodles squealed in pain. He smacked her across the face and then nipped her on the muzzle. This was exactly what Shadow had been looking for. She then flicked her tongue on his muzzle. Poodles was confused. He then whimpered as he cowered in trepidation and panic and then scampered back to his equally distraught owner.
"Oh, you poor thing. Did that Shadow girl scare you? She must be a saucy little scamp, isn't she?" Lena cooed sweetly to her dog as she picked him up and stroked his back soothingly in a cradling motion. Then she glanced at Shadow, who then snorted without a care in the world. "You little tramp. I'll bet your master taught you how to sleep around," she sneered at the 5-year-old dog. Shadow scoffed and then turned away. Lena did the same. "So we're even," she declared. The heroes then shuffled right into the restaurant.
Once they entered Outback Steakhouse, Shadow happened to notice a Shih Tzu that was being bullied by a German shepherd. She then trotted to where the German shepherd was growling and intimidating the smaller Shih Tzu, who was also scared out of her wits. Hey, baby. You either come with me or ya don't. You got no choice, kid. Someone's got to lay somebody, thought the German shepherd. Shadow was indignant. Hey buster! she barked. Watch who you're talking to. The German shepherd then turned his gaze to her. Well, hello gorgeous. I could fancy you myself. I'm not searching for anything long term. I'm just looking for a blow job, was his thought. Why don't you fuck someone your own size? challenged Shadow while thinking.
The German shepherd then turned his head to Poodles. Can I fuck your sister? was his thought. Poodles just sunk his teeth into his leg and made him yelp. Okay, man. God! Now, let me tell you something. We use the girl's bathroom as our very own brothel. You're in, or not? the German shepherd invited him. Poodles then scoffed. Maybe later, he thought. Okay, little dude. You're going to miss all of the action. See you around, was the German shepherd's reply. He then trampled away with the Shih Tzu in front of him.
Rhonda and Team Legacy then settled down on a table and began to read from the menu. "Lena, don't you think Shadow's been acting a little strange?" Henry interrogated her. Lena made a wave of her hand dismissively while continuing to read from the menu. "Don't be a dumbass, Henry. Besides, if Poodles were to impregnate her, and she IS Mr. Piano's dog, then we have some explaining to do when we find him," was her crisp rejoinder. "Like he set up an example for her by running around with his secretaries and causing one of them to get pregnant with Payton," interrupted May, who happened to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"I was not talking to you!" screamed Lena indignantly while exploding at her employee. "Shut up! I'm trying to read!" Yubaba yelled and then she accidentally swiped Rhonda on the face with her wand and then Rhonda's visage was dissolving. "Yubaba! What did you do now?" Zeniba scolded her twin sister. "It was an accident!" protested Yubaba. And right before their eyes, Rhonda was transformed into a red and white Japanese Chin. "Uh oh," said Lilo.
Just then, the waiter came in and then saw Rhonda. "EEK! A dog in the restaurant! I'll get security to throw this one out! This is the ugliest dog I've ever seen!" he cried. Anna Moreno then looked at Rhonda. She still had her curly, wavy, long hair but now it was converted into fur. The actress then turned to the waiter. "Do you have a problem with Japanese Chins? Because we can leave right this instant if you don't mind," she retorted audaciously. "Nao. I'm getting rid of this mutt. I'll be taking her thank you very much," insisted the waiter. "PIKACHU!" shouted a male voice and then soon the waiter was struck by 200 bolts of electricity and he slumped to the floor.
The team then twisted their heads to sight a male Australian Pikachu coming in to the table wearing Wellington boots, clad in a leather, floppy, loose trench coat jacket, a laser pen strapped on his right arm, a white sweatshirt underneath, two earrings, and an 80's British black hair and of course some shades on his face. On one of the pockets in his jacket was an A-91 assault rifle, specially bought from Russia.
"На что Вы уставились?" was his retort. "Well, thank you for saving our leader. She's been turned into a dog by mistake," Anna Moreno greeted him graciously. "Il Mitchell del nome. Lavoravo per il dorso di Polizia russo in 1980, prima che l'unione sovietica ha sciolto. Poi questo Zalira di femmina ha assunto come uno dei suoi assassini e mi ha avuto ammazza qualunque nemico ha voluto dei morti. La ragione perché la chiamo una femmina è che un giorno ho fottuto su su uno dei miei successi, e ho finito su ferendo il bersaglio inteso invece di uccidere lui e facendo saltare certo il luogo nel processo. Ho finito su con una gamba rotta e certo una concussione di testa. Porto tuttavia la cicatrice da quell'incidente."
"Lo Zalira era orinato ed oltre a licenziare me, ha usato anche uno dei suoi oggetti di vudù che è consistito in una statua di Pikachu e poi ero maledetto diventando un Pikachu. Ero anche maledetto con un impulso per uccidere o sparare qualcuno quando prendo arrabbiato. Così, ciò è la mia storia che indovino," explained the Pikachu while taking a drag from his cigarette. "So you used to work for the Russian police, and then you worked for Zalira as an assassin, and then you were enchanted into a Pikachu and fell out of her favor after a particular mission went bad?" guessed Sophia Lopez. Mitchell nodded and then took out one of his boots and showed a red, hot, blistery scar that had inflammation and ran down on his left leg. He then put his boot back on.
"Come and join us," Melvin Bernstein invited him. Mitchell then got onto the table and then sat on a toaster. Just three tables across was an 11-year-old girl from England with blue eyes and black, short hair. She was also looking at a menu and then another waiter materialized to serve her. "Now miss. What would you like?" he offered her. "Chicken pot pie would you please," she answered. "What would be your side dish?" the waiter inquired further. "Duck spread on barbecue sauce," replied the girl. "Well, that is a lot for a girl your age," commented the waiter, before the girl gave him a mean, cold, vicious, hostile warning stare and then he stiffened in fear. "All right! I'll give you that damn meal you ordered!" he relented and then he scattered out of the way. Just five tables down was a light brown short haired Canadian girl who had just witnessed the chilling exchange. Marcia Williams was observing the little girl's behavior and was alarmed. Something just didn't sit right with her.
She then elbowed Bob Newton to get his attention. "Bob, look at the kid three tables across from us. She just gave that waiter a cold shoulder. She could be a villainess in disguise," Marcia confided in him. "Well, uh. She might be a school shooter waiting to happen," Bob responded. Then he suddenly took out his cell phone and dialed a number for he wanted to get a hold on Suzanne. The dial tone rang for 2 minutes. Finally, Suzanne got on the line. "Oh, hi Bob. It's me, Suzanne. What are you up to?" she answered. "Uh, listen Suzanne. We're going to get you after lunch. How are you hanging there?" Bob informed his co-star.
"Bob, I am so fed up with this halfway house. I feel like snatching some dynamite, lighting it up, and blowing the entire place down," Suzanne growled. At that moment, Holly Camden and Osama Berlin stormed into the restaurant and scanned the area for any empty tables. "Holly, do you see any empty table anywhere in this restaurant?" Osama asked her. "Hmm… Wait a minute… (Gasp) A dog! I want to see that dog!" remarked Holly Camden and then she happened to spot Rhonda sitting in the table with Team Legacy.
Then she had an idea. Holly Camden casually trotted over to the table and then leaned over the seat, watching over the team. Lena peeked over her menu and made eye contact with the New York Senator. The little girl then took out a bow and an arrow and then aimed at Holly Camden. "Mrs. Camden, look out!" Laverne bellowed and she shoved the Democratic candidate out of the arrow's path as it shot into the air. Claire Arnold then leaned over Marcia Williams and shot at the little girl with a 3.2 caliber revolver. The little girl then took out an AK 47 assault rifle and then fired back. The entire restaurant was soon in panic. "RUN EVERYONE RUN!" Bob Newton shouted at the top of his lungs and then sailed out of the window. Everyone else followed suit. Levernerella just stood there, filled with horror and awe. She froze still in her spot as the chaos lingered.
Emily Hartley lunged back into the restaurant and threw herself out of the barrage of gun powder and bullets while scooping up the 3 ½-year-old in her arms. She then smashed into a wall and stayed there, holding the young gargoyle tightly on her chest. "Everybody stay calm! Secure the area!" exclaimed a female voice. Emily Hartley was now passed out in the smoke-filled building. She lay motionless sprawled on a table with salts peppers, utensils, plates, and glasses overturned on the seat. The smoke then drifted from the restaurant and a newly created fire crept onto the shingles of the roof. "Oh my God no Emily!" panicked Bob Hartley. Just then, a man and a woman emerged from the shattered window smelling of stinking smoke and ash. They were Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler.
"Hey, is everyone all right?" interrogated Detective Benson. "You better believe it. Emily's still inside, and she could be in peril," was June Mathis's answer. "Okay ma'am. We'll go get her and all of you stay put," Detective Benson reassured her and then she and Detective Stabler climbed back into Outback Steakhouse. But then a miraculous thing happened. Heavenly light shined down from the sky and then an angel appeared. It was Nessie, with her pretty and beautiful smile and her hair still tied up in a ponytail and still looking radiant, healthy, young, and happy as she did 26 years before. The ghostly glow was transparent throughout her body and then she slipped into the restaurant. The detectives were lifting up Emily Hartley and were startled and surprised to see an angel showing up before them. "Hello, detectives. May I carry this poor soul out of this cursed building?" she spoke up.
Nessie then motioned towards Emily Hartley and then picked her up. She then conveyed her close to her chest and then floated up to the roof and went through the ceiling. Soon Emily Hartley was up high in the air lying in Nessie's arms. Bob Hartley was terrified and greatly afraid. He was having a panic attack. "Emily no! Please don't leave me!" he cried. "Drop her this instant!" demanded Zira. The docile and gentle Nessie then descended down from the sky and then landed safely on the ground. She then placed her hand flat on Emily Hartley's forehead and waited. Emily Hartley then opened her eyes and sat up with a gasp. Everyone broke into celebration. Bob Hartley rushed to his wife's side and then embraced her lovingly. He then turned to face Nessie. "Thank you," he gasped. "It's no trouble at all, Mr. Hartley. Now I have to help my dear sister fight back that evil, vile Zalira. I know she's trapped on the second story floor with your friend Suzanne. Let me help you," Nessie accepted graciously.
Levernerella then dashed to Laverne and Laverne hugged her daughter while crying tears of joy. Detective Stabler then approached her. "Is that your daughter?" he made an inquiry of her. "Yes that's my daughter all right. She's going to turn 4 this year. Her name is Levernerella, named after me," returned Laverne loyally. "You know, we got good news for you kids. We just located one of Mr. Piano's former secretaries, and she is located in Providence, Rhode Island. She lives in a roomy cottage sitting on a promontory overlooking the sea. Detective Benson and I have reason to believe she is the mother of Payton Jonathan Gilbert German-Zion. We are going to fly out on a 727 Cessna from Richmond to Providence and we can only take a few of you with us. Now, who would like to volunteer?" announced Detective Stabler.
"Well, there is one problem. I'm in the form of a dog, and that might be a problem," Rhonda groused. "Don't worry yourself, kid. We'll take care of everything. Now, any volunteers?" Detective Benson assured her. "I would like to go," declared Judith Beasley. "I don't think that is a very good idea, sweetie," Detective Benson informed her while bending down on her knees to meet her eye to eye. "Yeah. As far as I know about The Kingdom of Aquarius, it's a nuthouse. Not a good place for 3-year-olds," muttered Detective Stabler. "I'm 10," Judith corrected him.
"Okay. Anyone else?" crowed Detective Stabler. Mimi, one of the septuplets born to Lena Rosenberg, was squabbling to Detective Stabler while making raspberries at him. "Ahh, aren't you a scamp? Don't you sass me young lady," Detective Benson murmured. Mimi continued to squawk and fuss exasperatingly and demanded in garbled language that she wanted to come along. "All right. Bring in her, Elliot," Detective Benson decided while glancing at Detective Stabler with a concerned look on her face. "You're coming too, Rhonda," Laverne reminded her. "Why do I have to come?" Rhonda questioned her. "Well Payton's mother might have questions for you, first off. Second of all, she may want to know about Mr. Piano so that she could gain custody of Payton. You were one of his secretaries, remember?" Laverne explained to her. "Custody of Payton?" Rhonda stammered, flabbergasted. "Why? You want to get custody of Payton?" importuned Detective Benson. "Uh… Maybe," remarked Rhonda uncertainly. "I have one advice for you, young lady. Don't even think about it. Besides, you're still a minor and there is no way they're going to let you have custody of Payton," Detective Stabler warned her.
"Unless he becomes my brother through my parents by adoption," countered Rhonda. "But even then, would they be willing to take care of another kid? I'm sure you're enough of a handful to deal with," contended Detective Benson. "They did ask me a couple of times if I wanted a brother or sister," revealed Rhonda. Then she quickly turned away from the detectives and reflected at the sky in thought. Mr. Stabler and Ms. Benson are right, she thought. Even with all of my smarts and all of my maturity, I will never be ready to take care of another child at this point in my life. I'm not ready to become a stepmother. Or a mother for that matter. But still, what if Payton's mother is as nasty as her former lover and employer? The government will make him ward of the state for sure. I'm not willing to let Payton go without a fight. Oh, what's the point? I may never see him again if he enters the foster care system. Maybe even for years. By the time I see him again, it'll already be too late. He might be an adult already and I'll already be married with children. Do I really love him? A train of thoughts poured into her mind. Do I really love him? The thought persisted. Do I really love him? Or I'm just as crazy as everyone else in this stinking planet?
"RHONDA!" screeched Lena Rosenberg. "You better go with the detectives. Good luck though." "Are you all right, Rhonda?" Annie Hayworth asked Rhonda as she ambled to her side. "Annie. Be honest. Am I crazy?" Rhonda inquired. "Excuse me?" was Annie Hayworth's response. "What the hell is going on?" rambled Lloyd Dodgers. "Rhonda, don't doubt your sanity. You're just as sane as anyone else. Believe me, the rest of the general population is the one with problems," Lois Whitley pulled her aside and reassured her. Rhonda then looked deeply and intently into her eyes with a determined and firm expression of her face. "I'm not going to give up on Payton. Not yet. This boy needs our help badly. One thing is for certain. We have to deliver him from Mr. Piano. He is an evil father," she declared sharply. The detectives were stupefied and jolted by her quick change from contemplation to assertiveness.
"I'm impressed," muttered Detective Benson after nodding her head in appreciation. "Yeah. Talk about girl power," babbled Detective Stabler. "All right! Let's hustle people! Judith, Lois, June, Dr. Rachel Walters, Claire, Littlefoot, Ariel, Maria, John, Max, Cera, Ducky, Spike, Ruby, Petrie, Barbara Hershel, Vincent Marvin, Alex Fay, Mary Kay, Mary Kate Leningrad, Benny, Mercy, Marie Peters, Helen, Sawyer, Cadha, Cora, Ally, Fievel, Courage, Joan, Alexis Carrington, Klaus von Bugler, Sarah Lou Burke, Gale Gaynor, Minnie Rogers, Laura Perkins, Clifford Montgomery, Jean Simon, Abraham, Zazu, Mufasa, Sarabi, Maggie, James Titan, Michelle Hawkin, Ryan Sinclair, Tina Swallow, Kate Winslow, Celine Demount, Ella Dupre, May, Paul Swimmerton, Kovu, Kiara, Simba, Nala, John Milton, Kate Seymour, Charmaine Feathers, Jeanette Paris, Kitty Champagne, Aunt Voula, Nia Vidal, Mike Costello, Margaret Kinsey, Liane Kazan, Gia Carmine, Anthony LaPage, Joey Falcon, Johnny Fiddler, Hugo, Laverne, Victor, and James, yes you James, you're coming with me."
"Bob Newton, I charge you with taking care of Team Legacy until I get back. I'm very impressed with how you handled the situation when that little girl started firing from a firearm. And Lena, you better keep your eye on the team too. I'm charging you with helping Bob leading the team. Good luck with getting Suzanne and Tess out of The Kingdom of Aquarius," commanded Rhonda aggressively. "All right everyone. Let's head out back to the motel," Bob ordered and soon everyone followed him. "So you're in charge of Team Legacy now, huh?" scoffed Lena in disdain. "Yep," said Bob positively. "Let me tell you something. When they need to do something, you mean it. Do you understand?" Lena advised him. "I understand Lena," Bob reassured her. Rhonda and the others then boarded on the 727 Cessna and then Detectives Benson and Stabler climbed into the aircraft too. Everyone put on helmets and clicked their seatbelts on. The 727 Cessna was activated and soon took out into the skies. Mimi sat on Rhonda's lap and tugged on her hair hard and blew into it.
"Yuck!" grimaced Rhonda as mucus dripped on her hair like raindrops. Mimi hiccupped while laughing. "If you're anything like your mother…" Rhonda started in a low voice. Just then, someone else yanked on her hair and pulled it back hard. "AOWWWWW!" Rhonda gave out a painful scream. "Cut it out!" she snapped in an annoyed tone as she turned around to see who it was. Mimi's brother, Manuel, was cooing with laughter. "Hey! That's enough!" thundered James Peterson and then he grabbed hold of Manuel's arms and held him down. "Settle down, children. We should be there soon," Maggie Sinclair replied calmly. "We haven't been up for more than 40 minutes!" yelled Laverne. "Are you even licensed for this?" demanded Aunt Voula. Just then, ripples of waves were generated in the volatile waters down below. "Uh oh. This is not a good sign," announced Mike Costello as he peered down at the rough waves. Just then a rogue wave popped up and was heading for shore. "Holy shit! We better scram! A tsunami is approaching!" screamed Claire Arnold, horrified.
"Everyone stay where you are! Stabler and I will handle this!" barked Detective Benson. Just then, 10-20 huge, skinny whirlpools were gliding across the ocean. Lois Whitley was speechless. "Please tell me this is something out of a horror movie," she muttered while looking up at the water. "Yep. It's real," confirmed James as he followed the waves' movements with his eyes. Then he sat up and slammed his fist down. "Mother!" he exclaimed. "She could be in danger!" "We understand that, James. But we got to focus on getting to Providence first. Besides, your mother is a strong, fearless woman. She can take care of herself," James Titan attempted to persuade him. "Oh God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God!" May babbled while focusing her sights on the incoming whirlpools. "God please protect Team Legacy and Cliff and Buddy," Rhonda prayed feverishly.
Just then a lightning bolt flashed. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Gale Gaynor. Just then an even bigger whirlpool rose from the treacherous, black waters. The 727 Cessna was then unexpectedly ambushed by ducks that were flying in from the south. "Shoo! Shoo! Go away you pesky duck!" shrieked Aunt Voula while slapping away the water fowls. Judith Beasley was clinging to Detective Benson fearfully. Detective Benson then gazed at the young child star. "You okay, sweetheart?" she murmured gently. Judith nodded with wide, huge, pitiful eyes. "Hang on, guys! This is going to get nasty!" declared Detective Stabler admonishingly and then he charged through the shower of ducks and one by one, more than half of them were beheaded or mutilated. Some of the flocks of ducks had their wings amputated. "That's just disgusting," Celine winced while covering her eyes. "Cool. Roasted duck," commented Hugo while watching the gory slicing. "You're sick, you know that?" retorted Ella Dupre, upset.
Cora then lit up a match and then roasted the ducks alive as she exposed them to the burning match. Kitty Champagne and Gale Gaynor could only look at each other while frowning. "Haven't you noticed how nutty those twins are?" Gia Carmine asked Anthony LaPage. "Yeah. This is like a fireworks show," Anthony muttered under his breath. "I'll bet if Patience were here she'll shoot all of them dead," riposted Sarah Lou Burke. "Yeah. She's a terrible aimer," agreed Mike Costello. "Mike!" cried Liane Kazan. Eventually the aircraft sailed out of the flood of ducks and then was soaring to a cottage on the promontory. "YES! We made it!" whooped Nia Vidal triumphantly. "Well, I'm just glad we made it at all," remarked Joey Falcon.
The 727 Cessna then slid on the runway and then stopped short of the cottage. Everyone stepped out of the airplane and then trudged to the frost-strewn cottage covered in snow. The surrounding atmosphere was frosty and cold, and the air was crisp and cool. "BRRR! Now that's what I call cold," commented Kate Seymour. "Let's see if anyone's home," suggested John Milton and then he got on the porch steps and then knocked on the door. Footsteps thumped inside the cottage before the door swung open.
A bitter-faced, shrewish, wrinkled, aged woman with gnarled, rough hands, a hunchback, a square jaw and skinny, bony arms and legs was also wearing a periwinkle soft blanket around herself. She had curly cropped fine silver and black whippy hair and also had transparent glasses on her. When she opened her mouth, it revealed straight, white, clean teeth. However, her eyes were cross-eyed and squinted and her high cheekbones revealed some fat in her cheeks. Her large, narrow, crooked nose made her look like a witch. The elderly woman also had foxy, clever, suspicious purple/lavender/blue eyes that examined you thoroughly and seriously and made you feel at unease. Her arched, furrowed unibrow also emerged on her face. "Damn imbeciles. What do you want?" harked the old woman. "We want to speak to you about Payton and his father, Mr. Piano," answered Detective Stabler. The elderly woman huffed and snorted in a disregarding matter and then turned her back on the detective. "Come in, but don't touch anything," was her response.
The house was small and reminded Rhonda of the old cottage in the country that her parents used to own. Everything looked exactly the same, except for a few things: the couches were consisted of Siberian husky fur, there was a flat screen T.V. on the drawer shelf, there was cockatoo antique pieces stamped on the walls, the floor was tiled with patio stone, the furniture was mostly black and white, and the bathroom and the back door of the house that led to the promontory was at the end of the hallway. The one bedroom in the house had an attic door in the ceiling.
The old woman shifted her movement to the couch with her cane and then sat down. Everyone then sat down on the floor. Rhonda then sat down in front of the gang, and Detectives Benson and Stabler were on either side of her. "So what brings you here?" interrogated the old woman. "Well…" began Kovu. "Silence! I want this young man beside that teenage girl to speak first," snarled the elderly woman and then she motioned with her hand for Detective Stabler to speak his piece.
"Ahem. Ma'am, we would like to inform you about the whereabouts of Mr. Piano. Ms. Olivia Benson and I have been sent down from New York to investigate rumors of child abuse, cult intrigue and serial pedophile tendencies. Mr. Piano is currently on the run from the law and so far we can't pinpoint his location at this present time. However, we do know where his son is. Payton has been kidnapped by one of his former lovers, Zalira, and has been taken to a halfway house several miles away from this town. That house belongs to The Children of Aquarius, which has been founded fairly recently and apparently Zalira is the ringleader," explained Detective Stabler.
"And how would this pertain to anything?" inquired the aged woman. "The Children of Aquarius has characteristics of the New Age movement, Santeria, and pagan. One of these characteristics have to do with animal and human sacrifice and we also think that Zalira intends to use Payton for a sex toy just so she could have another child. She already has a 10-year-old daughter who's in the hospital for rape and assault and battery."
"So therefore she is a possible sexual predator and she is also a murderess and a very powerful and rich businesswoman who wants to build up her political power and gain influence in this country. Zalira is also suspected of patronizing terrorists clandestinely, away from the prying eyes of the government. She is also an excellent genetic engineer and also a very resourceful woman, and a crafty one indeed. By hiding her dirty schemes from the feds while performing legitimate business, she is henceforth a con artist who scams from the government. To make matters worse, Zalira also has secretly brought in plenty of children from other countries for illegal child labor and for her cult. Many of these children are members of The Children of Aquarius. The children that are in her care at her orphanage are sold and enslaved as well. Zalira is also very good with voodoo magic and enchantments. She is a skilled and experienced sorceress. If there is anything about Mr. Piano that you know that may be helpful to us, please say something now," added Detective Benson.
The elderly woman blinked her eyes and then yawned. She then scowled and hacked with a cough. "My daughter suffered all because of that Mr. Piano. Not all of his riches of the world will make her happy," hissed the old woman. "NOTHING that money offers will make anyone happy. And this world still hasn't learned that lesson," insisted Rhonda. "And yet my daughter took up with that bastard. And he caused her and me both misery and suffering. He took advantage of her and got her pregnant. And when Payton was born, I actually went to see him. He was the most unfortunate and sickly child in the world. My heart bled and cried for the little boy. Payton was shriveled up, ridden with infections, bleary-eyed, shivering, naked, pale, and wrinkled like a prune. He was a tiny mouse and yet was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I just could not fathom why he would be placed with such a callous, insensitive man like Gilbert. The justice system is riddled up with politics is what I say."
"If you want to see my daughter Luella, she is inside the bedroom smoking cigarettes and drinking a bottle of beer," growled the old woman angrily. Rhonda then wandered down the hallway and then came to the bedroom. She knocked on the door. "Come in," uttered a female voice and then Rhonda entered the bedroom. The lights flipped on and a pigtailed blond woman in her 40s lay on her bed drinking beer. She wore faded nylon blue jeans with holes and tears and a sweat stained sweatshirt. Luella also wore brown, worn out shoes and she took a deep breath. Rhonda took a whiff and flinched. Yuck! she thought. No wonder my mum doesn't want me to be a pig when I grow up. Speaking of which, what a pig! "Hey, what's up?" said the dimple faced woman with big breasts and a muscular-like body and well toned arms and legs. There was even a mole on her cheek. Her breath stank of pig poop and cigarette smoke. "Uhh, my posse and I are here to have an inquiry about your son, Payton," was Rhonda's answer. "Why should I care about Payton?" retorted Luella while drabbling beer down her mouth and the foamy liquor dabbled down her cheek.
"Because his dad is abusing him by yelling at him and spanking him in front of people! He is bullying and intimidating him! And the worst thing is that Payton is down at the halfway house right now probably being seduced and banged by a crazy, power-hungry, greedy, lioness businesswoman who wants to display her sexual dominance over him and who wants to have his offspring! Don't you think that's wrong? If you don't, then I WILL do everything legally in my power to get custody of him!" Rhonda rambled on furious. Luella laughed maniacally and took another sip of the beer. She then spat out sprays of the hard liquor from her mouth and nose while continuing to chortle in mirth. Luella then rinsed the foamy beer out of her mouth and onto her jeans, making a mess in the process. "YOU! How can you possibly care for a kid? You're just as much as a midget as he is!" she jeered and scoffed contemptuously.
Rhonda was now breaking into tears and seethed in pure wrath as Luella continued to laugh and insult her with disparaging comments. Bitter tears flowed from her eyes and dripped on the floor and she shook with rising anger. Now she had been pushed over the edge. Now she finally had enough. "Heck hath no fury for a PETRIE scorned!" Rhonda bellowed in a loud, blaring voice and then she charged at Luella with fire burning in her eyes and passionate energy rumbling in her body. She bared her teeth and fangs and her claws were outstretched. "FUCK YOU!" Rhonda screeched at the top of her voice and her claws and fangs were just barely touching Luella's self-serving, despicable, catty, smirking face…
Author's Notes:
Well, here's another rare cliffhanger! About the old woman, she's going to become an important character later on and as I upload some of my other stories, including "Summer Brawl At Year's End" & "The Secret Of Jezebel's Garnet", she will eventually become an important character as well. I guess she may seem bitter and hostile to the newcomers at first, but she actually does care about Payton and as I send in more chapters it will soon become apparent just how much she loves Payton. As for Mitchell, he also appears in Summer Brawl At Year's End and referred to Rhonda as the enchanted dog as a result of this story. His past with Zalira will also be briefly explored further in that story.
What's also funny about Elliot and Olivia is that I had almost forgotten I had even put them in my story! This proves that "Revenge In Rendezvous" was not the first time Team Legacy has a run-in with Special Victims Unit. The only other time was in "Maude's Tuckahoe Saga", where the precinct become very well acquainted with Maude Findlay and her adopted son Omari; this was how Maude was able to contact them in the first place in Chapter 6 of "Revenge In Rendezvous". They might also appear in my funeral story "After The Funeral" since they seem to be intimately acquainted with Omari and his family. I have yet to continue that story anyway.
My updates for this story might be farther and fewer in between since I'm going to be busy for much of the year and I would like to keep my grades up. However, I might be able to write some new stuff whenever I can, such as the GR-Team Legacy which is slated to begin one of these days; I might even write a one-shot about Annie Caplan and Courage as they reminisce about their war experiences in the Inter-Dimensional Cold War.
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