Chapter 6 : All Hail The Queen

Mac awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar puddle of blood with no recollection of how he came to live there. Walter and Devon glared over him with their arms crossed. Walter was beyond pissed. He got close to Mac and roared, "you stupid worthless piece of shit! Do you have any idea how badly you could have fucked up if Devon didn't discover your little mess back here?"

Mac looked around trying to get his whereabouts. Everything was hazy from the drink, the drugs and what felt like a mean bump to his head. He remembered Missy, the stranger staring at him then everything going black. Mac has blacked out before but it was never like this. He looked up at Walter and honestly asked, "what happened?"

Devon laughed when he heard this, "see dad, the sick bastard wants us to tell him so he can relive his crimes and get some sort of sick sexual thrill from it. He's worse than you thought!"

Mac locked eyes with Devon and gave him a venomous stare and snickered, "who the fuck you callen 'sick'? Wanna have a talk bout which one of us is fucken their own sister?"

Walter harshly kicked Mac, gaining his attention, and accused him "you beat that whore to death and ripped her eye out that's what you did!"

Mac stared at Walter aghast and defended himself, "no I didn't!"

Walter barked, "Bullshit Macario! Don't try to pull one over on me! Devon pulled your knife out of the bitch's head. You were right here for fuck's sake! If you didn't do this who did?"

Mac shrugged.

"That's what I thought," Walter confirmed, "there's just one issue. Where is it?"

"The fuck you talking about?" Mac then turned his attention toward Devon, "Give me my knife back fore I make you eat it!"

Devon harped, "I bet he's got it tucked away somewhere to take out later. That's what they do! The sick ones keep tokens of their kills to jerk off with later! Macs probably getting all hot and bothered right now with you questioning him!"

Mac threatened Devon, "you flap that pansy mouth at me one more time and I'ma close it for ya!"

"Son." Walter said calmly, getting Devon and Mac's attention, "where is that punta's eye?"

Mac looked at Walter and gave him his best attempt at a solemn expression. "I ain't have it."

Walter was still not convinced but he was done of this line of questioning. Besides, there are good things about having a murderous lunatic as your henchman. Walter didn't give a fuck what Mac did, he was just pissed that he was sloppy. "I thought I taught you better than to leave a fucking mess like that! Get the fuck out of my sight!"

Ginger drove all night. Malachy's PSP ran out of batteries after 4 hours of keeping him occupied. After that died, he resorted to fooling with the radio for entertainment. When they reached the desert he was in awe of the landscape, "Mom it's like we're on the moon now. It explains why there's shit for music."

"If you'd quit messing around with the dial maybe something would come it!" Ginger snapped. The boy was trying her last nerve and she was also out of smokes.

"Are we there we yet?" Malachy quipped as Ginger turned in the road that read Caineville.

"Soon! Holy shit this place is the moon!" Ginger said looking at the ghost town landscape.

"Awesome." Malachy groaned. "I hope I get eaten by coyotes. Do they have those here?"

Ginger shrugged. "Sid said the cottage is behind a place called the Luna Mesa. Look for that."

"Ok. Look for the Moon Table. Is that it?" Malachy pointed to the bar,

Ginger turned the car down the road that lead to the cottage. When they drove up to the cottage that Sid had told her was now rented for the 4 of them. She parked her car out front and honked the horn a few times till Sid and Marshall ran outside. Ginger popped the trunk and shut the engine off. Malachy got out and headed for the truck to help with the bags.

"Nice they let you have the explorer!" Sid beamed checking out the car.

"Yeah daddy figured company car can double as a family car." Ginger pointed her finger at Marshall, "drive it like it's my car not daddy's. That means I will cut you if there is a mark on it!"

Marshall nodded and looked at Malachy and plotted, "we should bologna it!"

"Yes!" Malachy beamed.

"I heard that!" Ginger warned making them both giggle.

They spent the morning setting up their rooms. Malachy took a small room downstairs and immediately set up his Playstation. If Marshall had his set up the 2 could kill zombies practically all night. Ginger set the rest of Malachy's room up. She set up his Star Wars sheet set and ran through the room with the vacuum. Sid carried Malachy's tv and set it up for him. Malachy invited Sid, "Uncle Sid anytime you want to watch Halloween come over."

Sid smiled and went to help Marshall arrange Queen G's room. Ginger had done her room over in various hues of green. The room did not look like a rage monster dwelt there. On her night stand was a pile of books, an iPad and an alarm clock. She had a pile of clean cloths haphazardly throw were the other night stand would be. Her closet held empty cloths hangers. She would get to those eventually. On her desk was an esoteric arrangement of body lotions and sprays that she would cover herself in before bed and after showering to always feel and smell her best. The oddest aspect of her room was the large number of anatomy books and pamphlets. That seemed stacked to the ceiling.

When they seemed finished Ginger looked at Sid and Marshall and said, "I think we're done here. I'm going to do a little studying outside. I'll come in and cook something in a bit."

Ginger rifled through the anatomy books and selected one. She then sauntered out into the warm sun and sat on lounge chair. She was so invested in her reading that she barely noticed when a male voice called to her, "hey there! You must be Marshall's sister!"

She looked at the harmless looking pretty boy and answered, "yeah I'm Ginger."

"I'm Devon. Nice day for it huh?"

Devon was referring to her reading, she answered wittily, "never a bad one."

"Whatcha reading?"

"Just some science stuff."

"Oh cool. That was my favorite subject it school. Are you a scientist?"

"Sorta."

"Well, let me know if you want a tour of the town or something."

Ginger smiled politely, "thank you."

A bit later Ginger got up and walked over to an embarrassingly empty kitchen. She knew she forgot something and that something was food. Dinner for tonight was going to be pizza.

They sat around dining on pizza and talking about random things.

"This place is perfect," Ginger beamed, "its deserted, there's a shit-ton of tourists and stupid college students and the best part is lots of nosy locals for us to busy ourselves with when we get that urge."

Sid and Marshall listened closely.

"Now brothers, I need you two as focused as possible as we set up shop in these next coming weeks. We need to find some sort of warehouse or a garage for a workshop. Some place cool, with electricity so we can put in a freezer and all the other shit we need. I also want to learn about the locals, specially that boy who was out there humpin my leg like some dog earlier."

"I think his name is Devon." Marshall quipped.

Sid gave Marshall a controlling glance and asked, "What are we doing what a house?"

"You said the old man doesn't mind renting this place out to us. If we have a land lord, it'll make us seem normal."

Sid nodded. "What do you need us to do?"

"I need you to get a job. I'm getting a job too. Marshall I've got a special job for you, once I've got an office lined up you can set it up."

"So we are looking for a shop?" Marshall asked.

"Not we, just me. You can stay home and clean the damn house or something. Just stay here."

"Alright." Marshall said looking like a kid that had just been put on time out.

"Don't worry brother, your time will come." Ginger said lovingly. "In a couple of weeks we may also want to take lovers again. Malachy don't make that face it's not like I make you call him daddy or anything!"

"It's just the stupid assholes always try to make friends."

Sid smirks, "the man has a friend thank you." He points to Marshall, "it's this delusional mother fucker. Marshall if you have trouble finding a lady friend, Ginger or I will carve her up for you. We will make her real fun to be around"

"I wouldn't," Malachy laughed, "he turned the last one into a mask."

Sid laughed, "yes he did that sick bastard. You and your momma came home to find him wearing the damn thing!"

Malachy teased, "Taking pictures!"

"In a dress!"

"But no wig, such sadness!"

"Stop it you two! Ginger, they're doing it again!"

Ginger rubbed her head, "Sid and son behave. Malachy why don't you hang out with Marshall till bed time? Sid what do you say we check out that bar next door?"

"Might as well," Sid said, "nothing to drink here."

"When's my bed time?" Malachy asked.

"I dunno, 11? I'll put you in school tomorrow then it'll be 9:30 because you have to get those grades." Ginger answered.

"Marshall! Don't do anything stupid! Malachy is in charge!" Sid looked at Malachy and Malachy nodded affirmatively.

Before entering the bar Sid reached into his pocket and grabbed a smoke. Ginger's eyes lit up when she saw it, "bro can we deuce it? I spaced getting them."

"The mastermind forgot her smokes." Sid teased, "I'll just give you one."

"Thank you kindly sir." Ginger said as she lit hers up.

"Did Marshall tell you what he got up to last night?" Sid asked.

"Naw. Hasn't said anything to Mal either." Ginger answered in between puffs.

"I just know it involves an eyeball." Sid said as he exhaled.

"He's probably showing it to my kid now."

They flicked their cigarettes out and headed inside of the bar. Sid joked, "I feel like getting shit-tanked and finding the hicklette of my dreams then showing her the time of her life or just passing out on the kitchen table."

Ginger giggled, "I'm gonna get half in the bag and dance till I have me a line of willing suitors."

"Good luck! Don't get raped!"

"Same to you brother!"

They headed to the bar. Devon was sitting at it preoccupied with a group of yuppy friends. Walter was behind the bar filling cups and passing them to a waitress. She was tall and curvy with curly blond hair and green eyes. Dime-sized plugs decorated her ears and a labret piercing that dotted her chin. Her name tag read Cassie.

Sid greeted, "Hi there Walter! And Miss?"

Walter spoke for her, "this is my waitress Cassie. Who is this pretty young chicka?"

"This is my sister, Ginger." Sid looked at Cassie, "Cassie is one of my most favorite names."

Ginger realized what he was getting at, slapped him on the arm as a way to tell him to behave. She commanded, "There's a jute box over there, by the pool tables! Let's go over there!"

Sid smiled at Cassie, "tell me you'll come take my drink order, Cassie."

"Sure thing cutie."

Sid and Ginger walked over to a dark both that was settled between the jute box, the pool tables and the dance floors. Sid sat down disgusted at all the carvings on the sticky booze soaked booth. "God it's like some horny fucken convict just sat here and carved shit." He got up and check out the one next to it, "this one ain't any better, yuck. If I get one fucken splinter, I'm gonna sit at one of these booths all day and gut the first asshole I see carve as much as his fucking initials."

Ginger laughed. "I can see you do that."

"I'm serious. Don't laugh."

Cassie then approached their table. She greeted them, "ok so Walter told me you're new in town. You're Sid and you're Ginger. I didn't get your last name."

Sid smiled, "Holmes.."

Cassie smiled, "oh like Sherlock?"

"More like H.H." Sid said flatly.

Cassie gave a confused look and said, "just a FYI, Mac and his boys sit at these tables. They are always looking for a fight so be cautious. If you see them coming this way you might want to move."

"That's because they haven't got into a fight with me yet. Once they do they'll stop looking." Sid promised.

"Please don't I have to pick up the mess those assholes make and my feet are killing me." Cassie pleaded.

"Cassie for you I will not raise my hand this evening."

"Thank you cutie. Now what can I get you?"

"I'll have a Jim Bean and she'll have a Kraken. Thank you."

When they had their drinks and Cassie was out of ear-shot, Ginger immediately began teasing Sid she mocked his, "why Cassie I promise I will not raise my hand tonight! BTW Sid, is 'the Kraken."

Sid sneered at her, "shut the fuck up. Just because you gave you last lover a long walk off a short pier don't mean the rest of us can't get up on love!"

"John wasn't my last lover." Ginger clarified. "Only the last long-term relationship I was in, the last time I ever told a guy that I loved him and the father of my son. All those things only to have him whip his ass with my heart."

"Don't be so dramatic!"

"Bite me! What are you going to do if this Mac guy and his crew come here and fuck with us?"

"I don't know. Probably either pretend to run home with my tail between my legs then find out where they live and eat one of them or most likely, since your planing on dancing anyway, use you to distract them. Anything with a pecker will shut the fuck up and stare at you. Then I'm going to find out where they live and eat one of them."

"What's with the flesh-eating?"

"Go big or go home."

"I'm surprised Marshall isn't into a good person-jerky." Ginger laughed.

"You can't eat what you love," Sid chuckled, "if you're talking about eating them alive. He could do it, but once their pulse stops it's just too real for him."

"I feel like dad probably shouldn't have made him sit in the back of the truck with all the bodies when he picked us up from school."

"Yeah that might explain some of it."

They laughed and ordered a couple more rounds. Ginger moved her chair closer to the jute box and started playing music that they both enjoyed. "Do you remember listening to this song when we were little? 'Wont you be my prom queen?' **

"I can be your prom king!" Sid sings

"Every body has a real good time!" both sing

"This song is Marshall!" Ginger laughed.

"Hey Ginge! We shouldn't tease our Marshall. He's the only one of us that can always count on getting laid."

Ginger raised her eyebrows inquisitively, "how so?"

"All he needs is a shovel and a map of the local Cemetery and he's fucking Casanova!"

"You know Sid you're not much different? When was the last time a woman actually wanted to have sex with you?"

"Does it count if she was willing to do anything to survive?"

"Maybe you and Marshall should start working together? You get to have your fun with them than Marshall can play with them and get rid of what he doesn't use. You never hide the bodies Sid."

"Hiding bodies is for pussies. I leave it to let the other whores know what's coming to them. Besides Marshall will never take my sloppy seconds. He says I make too much of a mess. He likes them after the mortician has got to em. He's a real freak."

"Yeah and what are you?"

Before Sid can give a cocky answer a fist slams down on their table. Ginger and Sid look up to see Mac and 2 of his friends volatile. Mac snarls, "who the fuck you think you are? This here is our bar!"

Sid looks at his sister, "you wanna handle this queen g? I'll be outside." Sid walks toward the door.

Mac called after him, "what a pussy letting your little whore fight for you! Run bitch!" Mac glared at Ginger, "sorry princess I ain't gonna kick your ass today. Now get outta my sight unless you can suck a dick and suck it good!"

Ginger smirked. "Hold on. It would be a shame to waste a drink I've already paid for." Ginger lifted her glass and drank as slowly getting under Mac's skin. She stared straight through at his cold cobalt eyes.

Mac was sure she was either fucking with him or disobeying him and he could stand for neither. He leaned so close to Ginger that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His teeth were no more solid than those of jack-o-lanterns and he reeked of stale cheap whiskey, and rotten cigarettes. Beneath it all was the tangy scent of copper and iron, a smell that made Ginger's eyes dilated in predatory want and curiosity. She is all to familiar with the smell of blood, licking her lips like a tigress, she stalked Mac up and down but there were no visible signs of injury, Mac had procured the coppery aroma from someone else. The idea made her heart flutter. Mac was dangerous, Ginger loves breaking dangerous men.

Mac scowled at her, "I told you to get out of my sight! You a stupid slut? Get out fore I fill your mouth up with somethin whore!"

Ginger put her drink down and smiled sweetly at Mac. "Ok." In an instant she knead him hard in the dick. He howled loudly and double over in pain. The entire bar was silent as everyone stared at Ginger's Amazonian display. Mac looked up at Ginger with a murderous look on his face. She leaned down and whispered to him, "I am not a whore. I'm the fucken Queen. You will do well to remember that. If we are going to live in the same town you best learn to behave yourself and be a gentleman. Now you be a good boy and a have good evening."

With that she simply stepped over Mac like a pile of garbage and went out the door to find Sid.

Moments later, Mac shot up and bolted for the door, "fucken bitch. I'm gonna kill her!"

Ginger and Sid were long gone. Mac went back into the bar and roared at Walter, "they gotta be renting from you! Where they staying?"

"I'm not fucking telling you so you can go make a mess of one of my properties! Are you all right?"

Mac reached under the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey then stomped out of the Luna Mesa. He sat in his truck and reached for his tin. He rubbed the fine powder on his gums, giving himself a jolt and exclaiming, "I did a good job on this batch."

Mac was enraged enough to drive to each and every one of Walter's properties and burn them down regardless if that bitch and her pussy friend were in there. How dare she make a fool of him in his bar? In his town? She's gonna pay. At this point he's so fucked up on the meth that sleeping is out of the question. Mac turns his truck on and notices he still has a while till last call. He has time to check out some of Walter's places just to find out where they're staying before he goes and find something to bury his rage into.

The motel and the cottages are the closest properties to the Luna Mesa. That is where Mac will start. The motel yields the usual tourist collection. Mac got out of his truck to see if Devon's little office slut, Jillian, was working. She would know who they were and where they were staying. Strangely, the office was deserted so Mac just grabbed the contents of the cash box that he knew Devon hide under the desk and left.

As Mac drove up to the cottages he immediately noticed a black ford explorer with Michigan plates. Mac turned his headlights off to stay inconspicuous. He hid in the shadows and watched the inhabitants.

Ginger sat on the porch smoking a cigarette watching Marshall, Sid and Malachy wrestle on the ground in front of the porch.

"I'm just saying," Ginger spoke maternally, "it's getting dark out try not to kill your uncles."

"Mom I told you they're not my uncles! We are playing injustice!" Malachy pointed to Sid, "he's Batman," then pointed to Marshall, "he's Superman. I am Doomsday! The hero-slayer!"

Marshall smirks, "I see a pattern here! Aren't you going to give your mom a nickname?"

Sid laughs, "the way Ginger kicked that hick's ass, call her Wonder Woman!"

"You beat up a guy mom? Was he bigger than you?"

"What kind of question is that weirdo? It's time to go inside before I feed you to a coyote."

After they went in Mac crept up closer to the house to get the layout. He watched as the kid about 9 or 10, small for his age followed Ginger around the way a child does its mother. Mac didn't think she had the body of a mother, or the attitude. Ginger and the boy went into a room and Ginger came out of the room alone a few minutes later. Mac watched as Ginger made her way to the kitchen table where Sid was packing a bowl. The two took a couple hits and put the bowl out. Mac smiled because there's only one place to get good weed in this area and that's him he knows exactly how much it's going to cost. That will be Ginger's body.

Ginger got up from the table and walked up stairs turning the lights off behind her. Sid remained in the darkness. Mac looked around and found a tree. He climbed up and was beyond trilled to find that it gave him a prefect view of Ginger's room. She was standing in front of a full length mirror in her black hipster panties that showed off her ass and a camisole.

Mac flinch as Ginger turned around thinking that she spotted him. Luckily her focus was on a mound of clothes and not on her window. She rifled through the pile and pulled out a long knit cardigan that was tan with black Aztec prints and frilly borders. She slowly removed the camisole, her back facing the window denying Mac a peak and causing him to salivate. She wrapped herself in the cardigan and fell into bed. Mac thought she did look like a queen. This little visit did nothing to satisfy Mac's rage. He now not only hungered to spill her blood he wanted her body. She was going to be his.

Pissed and horny Mac drove toward the next town over. He went to a random shit pit bar and ordered a whiskey. Like an apex predator he surveyed the scene. This place was full of whores. He was easily the hottest guy in here so Mac decided to just sit back and let the slim between their legs do the work for him. He didn't have to wait long. A tiny thing with caked on makeup, badly died hair and a tube dress that barely held back her overstuffed tits came up next to him and greeted him, "hey there! I'm Katie!"

He shifted his blue eyes at her, let her know he's listening. "Mac."

Katie turns into this ultra giddy flirt. She must have been a cheerleader at one point. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Mac smirks. "I already got one."

Katie turned to leave with a disappointed look on her face, "o ok then, see you around..."

"Where you going? I said I didn't want another drink. You wanna get out of here?"

Katie's eyes lit up and she licked her lips, "hell yes!"

"I bet you do."

These women's stupidity never stops amazing Mac. They have been driving for nearly a half hour and not once did the dumb slut ask where they were going. She just keeps kissing on Mac's neck and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Mac wouldn't tell her where they're going anyway. After the day he had he needed a release, needs to go somewhere private. He doesn't know why he bothers because it's not like the fucken cops will do anything, pussies. They're all afraid of him.

Katie is to hypnotized by the overwhelming and the core-tingling scent of musk that radiated from Mac to notice that he's just pulled into the side of the cave that he's gotten accustomed to doing all types of shady things in.
When the truck stops Katie looks around her and said, "I thought you were taking me home with you?"

Mac laughed, "I'd never take a stuck up little whore like you home. You want it or not?"

Katie agreed to follow him into the dimly lit cave. She didn't get far, looking around the first cavern were haunting shadows, fucking meat hooks, creepy gas masks, and drug paraphernalia tossed without care. On the ground was a mess of pillows and a beat of old mattress. This is the place the local teenagers would go to get fucked up, party and commit some sins of the flesh. Mac's presence hinted toward a more sinister use for the cave. Katie's skin crawled as she looked around at the blood stains that soaked into the dirt and the torn cloths that were just thrown and forgotten much like their owners. Katie turned at Mac and quivered, "I want to go home."

Mac just laughed as he backhanded Katie hard in the jaw sending her to the ground. Mac grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to her feet only to set her and smack her down again. Mac did this once more than bound Katie's wrists up above her arms.

Her eyes were tearful and filled with horror. Mac took out his knife and cut off her clothes leaving her completely open and unable to cover herself from his hungry eyes. She screamed when his knife nicked her skin as he removed her bra. Mac voice was low and throaty. He growled at the sound and commanded, "louder bitch no one can hear you!"

Katie cowered away from Mac as much as was possible. Mac unzipped his filthy coveralls allowing them to pool at his ankles revealing a stained wife-beater and an impressive length that was barely hidden by his boxers. Mac

Mac leaned over Katie and roughly pulled her legs out from under her trembling frame. He used one arm to stead himself the other arm to explore her body. He warned her, "Don't you dare try anything or I'll cut your fucken head off!"

Mac took Katie's mouth in a demanding kiss as he held her tightly by the throat. When his attention switched to whispering in her ear that she's now his and how much she's going to like this out of the corner of her eye she spotted his hunting knife. Mac carved his name in her chest.

He continued the abuse on Katie's body taking her taunt nipple in his mouth sucking it till her body betrayed her and she moaned. He bit down hard on the soft flesh of her breast blurring the lines of pain and pleasure causing her temperature to rise. Mac's throbbing member pulsated as his tongue lapped the taste of copper and sweat. He positioned himself at her entrance. In one rough thrust he buried himself deep inside of her. He moved

With tears in her eyes she tried to be somewhere else, but with every thrust Mac seemed to zero in on that fantasy screaming at her to look at him as he tortured her mind by pleasuring her body. Agonizing gasps and heavy breaths escaped her as she came with a soul shattering intensity. This final explosion was her body's ultimate betrayed and Mac loses himself inside her convulsing in spasms. With one quick motion he draws his blade and slashes her throat content to ride out the rest of his orgasm.

As her life leaks out of her through the new throat-hole her pleas for life turn from shrill screams to pathetic wet gurgles. Mac takes himself out of her and grabs her disgraced dress to clean himself off. When he's finished he coldly tosses the dress on the still warm corpse like a pile of trash and heads home. He will deal with the mess later.

The next morning Sid walked down to the Mesa Luna. When he got there he ordered a coffee and an egg and asked Walter if he had a copy of the unemployment section.

"You looking for work?" Walter asked.

"If I wanted to read something I'd ask for a Hustler." Sid laughed.

Walter laughed and stroked his beard. "You're an alright guy. Cassie told me that you refused to fight Mac last night."

"Yeah well, my sister could remind him to be gentleman if the occasion called for it."

"I saw that it did. She had him on the ground with one move, some balls on that one! Is she looking for work?"

"Yeah!"

"Can you ask her to stop by and see me? I could use a chicka like her on my staff."

"Sure thing."

"As for you, go down the road to Mac's Auto-body. Talk to Mac tell him I sent you and to give you that job."

"That seems easy. Mac a popular name here?"

"No, same Mac you met last night but he won't give you trouble if you mention my name. He's my son."

"Good to know. Thank you."

On the walk over to the auto shop Sid called Ginger. There was no answer because she is signing the boy up for school, he left a message for her to see Walter and about how Mac is Walter's son. Before Sid hung up he said, "I guess he can't be touched. That sucks."

Sid approached the dilapidated auto body shop. Sid could fucking kill bitches here all day and it's so messy no one would notice. He approached the building and looked up at the sign that read, 'Mac's Auto Body,' "this has to be the place," he said to himself and walked inside the main office.

He looked around at the typical mess of the auto repair shop. It was one big room that was divided into 2 sections. The front 25 percent was a waiting room with a secretary. The back 75 was a random arrangement of desks, probably for the mechanics to process paper work on. He smiled because he could barely work a light switch and on every desk was a computer, a shitty one, but still a computer. There was also a closed off office in the far back.

Sid approached the front desk. The secretary had a name plate that identified her as Alisha. Sid wasn't impressed with her looks. Red heads were not his thing. This one was a bit taller than Ginger and medium build with less muscles. Christ this bitch had a lot of miles on her. Sid cleared his throat to get her attention. Alisha shot up at him with an overpowering amount of perkiness causing Sid to flinch and to burp up some of his breakfast. If this is the energy she always has he might have to set her on fire.

She flirted with him, "hi there hunny! How can I help you?"

"You can start my never calling me hunny again." Sid smiled. "I'm looking for Mac."

"Ok hunny." She beamed. "Mac's in his office. I'll go get him."

"Seriously don't call me hunny. I'm being nice now because I need this job but I will crack you skull open like chocolate bunny."

"Be right back hunny."

When she was out of sight Sid said out loud, "I'm going to fuck this up. I'm going play in her blood before my first fucken check arrives."

Sid looked over his shoulder and saw the 2 guys that were with Mac at the Mesa Luna the night before. They were listening to him and laughing. "You think I'm kidding bro? This is serious I might not even make it out of here with out smashing her teeth in with that stapler."

The guys laughed harder and one of them offered Sid his hand to shake, "you sound just like Mac. I'm Gage and this is Nick. She is as dumb as a box of rocks."

Sid shook their hands. "I'm Sid and I might force feed her a box of rocks."

Alisha came back with Mac behind her grumbling about how this better not be anything stupid. Sid offered Mac his hand to shake, "hi I'm Sid Holmes. Walter said there is a job opening here?"

Mac looked at him and grabbed the phone on the front desk. He roughly banged a number into it and yelled into the receiver when someone picked up, "what the fuck is this old man? I ain't in the fucken working with pussies business and I sure as shit ain't in the charity business! Why? You best be right! One fuck up and he's out the fucking door! You best pray he knows what he's fucken doing!"

Mac hung up the phone and looked at Sid. "You know anything about cars?"

Sid nodded. "My family has always done our own repairs and shit."

"Nice one fuck up and your pussy as is gone!" Mac walked off and slammed his office door behind him, " now everyone leave me the fuck alone!"

Ginger and Malachy sat in the main office of Caineville's only school. Malachy stated affirmatively, "This place sucks donkey dick."

Ginger watched as she was given dirty looks from the teachers when they heard her son's language. She winked at them and said, "my boy just loves that cock word."

She turned to Malachy and asked, "do me a favor? Pretend you don't have the vocabulary of a pirate at school."

"Why am I embarrassing?"

"The way people look at me is."

"They should be more concerned that I know how to remove a kidney in a basement without killing someone."

"So they will."

The next errand on Ginger's list was to stop by the local market and grab some meals. Ginger lazily scanned the aisles and filled up her cart with anything she knew her fussy family would complain about eating. For monsters they were picky eaters, especially when it came to meat products. Only the best cuts of meat eatable. Anything with too much fat or a slight discoloration was just not good enough for them. Picking out meat took awhile. Ginger picked up a package of steak and held the package to the light, studying it for imperfections. she must have been a few minutes too long because she heard the sound of a haughty throat clearing. Some random Step-ford wife rudely bumped her shopping cart aside saying, "other people want to shop too."

Ginger looked at her as she invaded her personal space. deciding to handle this as human as possible she answered, "I'm almost done. Just want to make the right decision."

"Listen newbie this store is the only decision for miles now hurry up I've got a dinner to prepare!"

Ginger grabbed the best looking steaks and headed off. Later as Ginger made her way to the checkout counter the Stepford wife cut her off in line. Ginger waiting in line for an agonizing 10 minutes while Stepford got her items, enough to feed Detroit's hungry, counted our her money and made small talk with the cashier. By the time it was Gingers turn to have her measly items rang up she was dizzy for the angry boiling inside her. Her eyes stared at Step-ford like cold and empty black holes. When Stepford stopped to talk to another local Ginger decided it's the omnipresant's way of commanding her that she had the power to end this and end this she must.

She quickly threw her shopping bags in the explorer then waited outside the grocery store for Stepford to come out. While she waited she coolly lit a cigarette and inhaled. As Stepford made her way towards her car, of course it was a brand new porsche, Ginger followed closely and careful not to make a sound. Ginger waited until Stepford opened her car door till she ran up behind her punching her in the lower back and delivering a shock to her system. Stepford couldn't move as ginger yanked her by the expensive golden chain the draped around her neck. She placed her head near the door opening and slammed the door on her head over and over till the last bit of air rattled out of Stepford.

Ginger rose and straighten her appearance out now that she took her rage out on something she felt more relaxed. As she left for the explorer and put her cigarette out on Stepford.

**Song:

Prom Queen - ICP (hey they're from Detriot (0:)