Chapter 5 : Parting Gift for Daddy

Ginger was the complete package. She has a hypnotizing body that any man, or woman, would die for. Long fiery red hair that she decorated with blond streaks like some flame goddess. Vivid blue eyes and a tattoos and piercings collection. She is beautiful and dangerous, like a siren with a brilliant mind to match.

Since tonight is her last night in Chicago, she's got something special planned. Her plan is simple, so simple that when the pigs find this shit show tomorrow morning there's no way they're going to think Holmes. Flirting with the security guard was the easy part. Ginger is an expert at manipulation. With a simple wink or bat of her eyes any guy becomes her puppet, slave or whatever. Ginger just has to lick her lips and stand with her perky tits out and the guard simply lets her into the building and just goes home. Ginger smiles, "Thanks hunny!"

She waits a bit for the security guard to leave then approaches what she knows is the woman's office. She briefly stops at a supply closet to grab duct tape, a penknife, and syringe she hide earlier that week for this occasion. She opens the door to The woman's office and in less than 5 minutes is able to subdue her victim with the duct tape.

Ginger inhales the last hit of her cigarette and ponders what to do next. The assistant district attorney is tightly secured in her office chair with duct tape. Her eyes are wide as she stares up at Ginger. Ginger taunts, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

The ADA's is unable to answer due to her mouth being taped shut. Ginger continues, "you don't know me but you know my daddy, Henry Holmes? You and your people have been a real bug up his ass for months now. How do you expect him to run a business with you people constantly sniffing around? Daddy is too professional to deal with you himself because you'd be a huge waste, but the family business is expanding and I've been chosen to lead my brothers in opening up a shop in the East. I thought, to myself, what better going away present to daddy than to make an example out of you? That's what I intend on doing...

I have gone absolutely nuts trying to figure out a way to end you so it'll set the standard and we can have some fun. Finally I was watching the news and I heard the DA's office claim that the mysterious 'body snatchers' as you call us are sociopathic. That just isn't true. First of all my family has been in operation since the fucken 1800s how mysterious is that? Morons. I'm just going to remind you what a sociopath really is..."

Ginger took the penknife out and smirked, "shall we?"

The ADA started to hysterically shake her head. Ginger rolled her eyes, "what a fucken drama queen! Sit still and this probably won't hurt as much, maybe. The first trait of a sociopath is a grandiose sense of self-worth. Hunny, my family is only arrogant because we have eyes with which to see the morons which surround us. It says that the sociopath is irresponsible. Can you believe that? I would never put a Holmes and irresponsible in the same sentence." As Ginger recited every vowel she stabbed at the ADA with the penknife. "We are professionals just ask our clients. Juvenile delinquency? That is just a hoot. My brothers and I we always angels when we were little. That's almost as hilarious as the thought of us living a parasitic lifestyle. I'm not my ex-husband! Every Holmes supports them selves. My son doesn't want for nothing and it's all because of my hard work! Short term marital status, I'll admit you have me there. I married my piece of shit, ex-husband for 2 years guess that also explains my coldness and lack of empathy huh? Revocation of prison release? We would need to be in prison to get released. We would have to get arrested to get thrown in prison and to get arrested we would have to get caught. I just don't see that happening..."

There came a point were the ADA was more cuts than skin and Ginger had other appointments. The ADA's eyes were barely opened, due to the blood loss and the sting from the cuts that riddled her flesh. Before her lights went out for good she watched as Ginger injected an empty syringe into her veins causing an embolism and death.

As she left the office and entered the empty bathroom Ginger was basking in the building's silence. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, "goddamn bitch got blood all over my favorite tank top."

Ginger stripped off her blood soaked cloths and put them in a plastic bag that she had hidden along with a bag of clean clothes. She washed up in the sink and made sure she appeared human before she got dressed. she chained in a ripped blue jeans, a black shirt that cut like a Raglan and a pair of biker boots. She carried her bag of bloody cloths with her on the way out.

Ginger climbed into her car. Before she left Chicago for good she had a few more things to do. She went back to their shitty apartment and picked up her 11-year-old son, Malachy, then she threw her bag of bloody clothes in the incinerator.

The two got into her car. Ginger started driving west. The dirty blond boy looked at his mother and asked, "we really going to nowhere's ass?"

Ginger smiled and said, "yup right between his butt-cheeks!"

"I ain't gonna make any friends."

"Good. I want you to be normal and not attract any attention."

"Ugh! I was cool in Detroit people knew my name! None of these hicks are going to know me."

"In Detroit they knew your last name. That's the point."

"It's for the business isn't it?"

Ginger nodded. "Grandpa wants to expand."