Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 30 – Not So Sweet Abduction – Part 2 of 2
“Mister…um…. Please forgive me for not using your last
name,” Janice said to the well-dressed gentleman who had just arrived at the
mansion.
“That’s quite alright, ma’am,”
Vinny replied. “I prefer people to just
call me Vinny. No Mister in front of it
or anything, just Vinny. And this is my
friend Sammy,” Vinny told the woman, one of two on the front steps of the
place. The other was a Chinese looking
woman, and there as a Chinese man with them as well.
Janice nodded. “Very well…Vinny. It is much easier.”
Susan stepped forward. “And I’m Susan Wu,” she told the two
men. “And this is my father, the head of
Wu Enterprises. You can just call him,
Mr. Wu please.”
“The head!” Vinny exclaimed. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”
“Welcome,” Mr. Wu replied with a
small bow.
“Please come in,” Janice said as
she turned and led the way inside.
Vinny and Sammy followed her into
the house. There were several maids
standing in the hallway. Janice turned
and indicated one of them. “Vinny, I’ve
assigned Natalia here to be the personal maid for you and Sammy. Trust me, she’s quite good. If you need anything at all, just ask her.”
“Brandy’s maid?” Sammy asked. “What happened to Ralphie?”
“Ralphie has been staying in Las
Vegas,” Janice replied. “I understand
he’ll be back here some time tonight.”
“Tonight, Miss Janice?” Natalia
asked. “Where will he be staying?”
“According to Carl, in the barn.”
Natalia was relieved.
“Natalia,” Janice said to the
maid. “Why don’t you show Sammy to his
room.” She turned to Vinny. “Vinny, will you come sit and talk with me
out back for a bit?”
Sammy quickly figured that he
wasn’t wanted. He saw the quick nod from
Vinny and followed the pretty maid up the stairs. “Your Brandy’s maid?” He asked.
“When she’s here,” Natalia
replied…which hasn’t been much.”
Downstairs, Janice led Vinny out to
the back deck where she took her favorite seat staring out at the barn and the
pastures behind the house.
“It’s nice out here,” Vinny
remarked as he took a seat next to her.
Something weird caught his eye out in the pasture by the barn. It looked like men, mostly black men, walking
around naked in a squatting down position.
“What the heck is that?”
Janice looked to see what he was
staring at. “Those are chickens,
Vinny. Just chickens. Nothing more.
At least, that’s all they will ever be now, for the rest of their
lives. What they used to be, no longer
matters.”
“Chickens?”
“Trust me. Chickens.
That’s what I do, Vinny. That’s
what I’ve made my life’s mission…to destroy men. I don’t kill them like my daughter does. I destroy their minds. I’ve never done a chicken before until this
trip, but I believe they’ve all come out rather well. Please feel free to admire them if you like.”
Vinny looked at her uncertainly…and
with a bit of fear. “What you do to
people?”
“Men…mostly. I don’t like men. None of them.
I destroy them. Well, I destroy
their minds – utterly!”
“And now you’ve invited me
here.”
Janice laughed. “Have no fear Vinny. You’re not on my menu. And trust me, no matter what, you never will
be.”
“Are you sure?” Vinny asked
uncertainly.
“Quite!” Janice replied. “Vinny, a few years back, my daughter was
sent on a mission into Nicaragua. She
wound up wiping out an entire military unit up there. Sixty-eight men. She did that all by herself. After that, we started hearing rumors about
someone that people were calling Death.
They had somehow managed to put together what had happened to that
military unit, with other missions that Carol had done. My daughter is a monster, Vinny. I know that, and she knows that. She also knows that as bad as she is, I may
be an even bigger monster than she is.
But despite that, so far, she is still very proud of me, and I’ll make
no bones at all about telling everyone that I’m rather proud of her too.
“But Vinny, now something has
happened that I’m very happy about.
Something I strongly worried would never happen. My daughter, the monster that people have
named Death, has fallen in love. Deeply
in love. And that’s the reason I wanted
you to come here today. That’s the
reason I wanted to meet you. Because
your niece, your Brandy, is the one that Carol has fallen so head over heels
for. And Vinny, I don’t know if you’ve
heard or not, but Brandy has fallen for Carol the same way.
“Believe me, I couldn’t be happier
with that situation. What I’m not happy about however, is that Brandy,
your Brandy, is missing, and that fact is driving my daughter to
distraction. In her business,
distractions like that can get her killed.”
“Yeah,” Vinny replied. “Brandy too.
But to be honest, I was kinda hoping that Brandy would get interested in
a man…no offense, ma’am.”
“None taken,” Janice tossed
off. “That’s the proper way of the
world. But it’s not the way I raised
Carol to be. I think they each saw too
much of themselves in each other. Both
of those women are dangerous,” Janice said.
“I believe both of them are drawn to extreme danger. Therefore, both of them were drawn to each
other. After that, I think they simply
found someone each of them could be comfortable with.”
“Maybe,” Vinny replied. “I wouldn’t know. To be honest, Brandy isn’t exactly the
settling down type. No little house with
a picket fence and a dozen kids in the yard for her. I knew that about her since she was in high
school. She’s had her flings in the past
I know, but she’s a grown woman. If she
didn’t, then I’d worry.”
“Of course!” Janice replied. “Carol too.
I just raised her carefully to…not like men. The same as me.”
“And what if she wants kids?”
“There are ways around it nowadays,
Vinny. But really, you said yourself
that you didn’t see Brandy as the motherly type. If Carol is a carbon copy of Brandy, do you
think she would want children either?
No, No grandchildren for me, I’m afraid.
But I have only myself to blame for that, and it’s a decision I’m still
quite happy with. The only thing about
Carol that I wish was different is her love of killing and danger. I wish she was more feminine. Seeing her in a
dress is an occasion to take pictures, just to prove she wore it!”
Vinny laughed. “Brandy’s not nearly that bad. She’s always loved clothes. She just likes the…uh…dangerous stuff
more. We noticed it when she was young. Brandy’s got a cruel streak in her a mile
wide. Because she was so good at it, we
put her to work just doing nothing more than taking…retribution out on
people. She got so good at it, that’s
all she does now. We make a lot of money
taking jobs for people all over the country.
And like someone started calling your daughter Death, they call my
niece, Retribution. But trust me, if
Brandy gets the chance, she’s going to buy clothes. Nice clothes!”
Janice laughed. “Maybe she’ll convince Carol to wear some
nicer clothes once in a while too. Let
me tell you, it shocked me to no end! But
when they first arrived here in Las Vegas, when they first got together, both
of them, Carol included, bought beautiful evening gowns.”
Vinny held up his hand. “No offence, ma’am,” but we may be talking
about nothing here. I don’t know the
latest, but from what little I was told, I believe there may be a good chance
that Brandy is dead. Something that
wouldn’t surprise me in the least.
Especially not in her line of work.”
“Yes, Vinny. We don’t know if Brandy is alive or
dead. Carol insists she’s still
alive. The rest of us, have our doubts.”
“And you’ve had no further
information?”
Janice considered how to answer
that. “Nothing definitive yet. But it seems that Ralphie, Brandy’s…”
“Yeah, trust me, I know him.”
“It seems that Ralphie may have dug
up a lead about Brandy. Carol is in
Vegas right now checking it out. From
what Susan has told me, it will be very late tonight before we hear anything
more. The source that Carol needs to
meet is evidently a hooker, and she doesn’t hit the streets until late at
night.”
“A hooker? Well, if Ralphie dug her up, then that
figures. He used to be a pimp.”
“I fear there’s no way he’ll ever
be doing that again,” Janice replied.
“Probably not. But he’s Brandy’s toy…if…she’s still alive.”
“Let’s pray she is. Would you like some ice-tea, Vinny? Let me ring for one of the maids. Then, let’s talk about more pleasant
things. Our daughters…your niece. Young love.
And perhaps, what they were like growing up.”
Vinny laughed. “Growing up?
Brandy was hell! Pure hell! Especially to the other kids in the family…and
at school.”
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“How was your…date?” Carol asked,
knowing full well how Ralphie’s date had gone.
She had been able to hear it all right through the wall. The part she had laughed about, was when the
guy got a glimpse of the intimidating cock restraint that was welded onto
Ralphie’s cock.
“It was okay,” Ralphie replied.
Carol came close to laughing out
loud. She had heard Ralphie begging the
guy to rape his ass. And then when they
got going, Carol had heard every moan and groan from the two of them. Two men, going at it like a man and a
woman. In truth, it had been both
sickening, and extremely funny to hear.
But Carol already knew that both of them had gotten their rocks off.
“There’s a car waiting downstairs,”
she told him. “Get everything into it,
you won’t be coming back here. Tell the
driver where to take you and I’ll follow.
The driver already knows to park some distance away from where the
hooker will be. Can you manage walking a
little distance in those shoes?” she asked, noting the red stiletto heels he
was wearing.
“All my shoes are like this,”
Ralphie replied. “I walk everywhere in
them.”
Carol figured she couldn’t make it
walking across a single room wearing heels like that.
Carol followed the car through the
red-light district of the city. Plenty
of hookers were still out, despite the gang wars going on. But as Ralphie had told her, there were also
plenty of guns hanging around too. More
than she would have thought. Enough that
she knew she needed to be more concerned than usual about them.
The car turned a corner then
continued on for a few blocks before finding a place to park. Carol pulled her bike up next to the driver’s
window. “I’m going to drive around for a
bit,” she told the driver. Wait here
till I get back.” The big bike carried
her away from the car and down the street.
She carefully took note of everyone she saw. “For the next fifteen minutes, she drove
around all the streets in the area, noting who the most likely guards would
be. Only when she was satisfied with
what she had seen did she go back and park as close to the car as she
could.
Once off her bike, she fixed a
silencer to one of her guns, then with Ralphie in tow, she walked back the way
they had come, eventually turning the corner out to the main road.
“How far down is she?” she asked
Ralphie.
“Two more blocks,” Ralphie
replied. “I saw her when we went past.”
“Two blocks? Not this block and not the next, but the one
after that? Or is it the next block up?”
“No. The one past that,” Ralphie confirmed.
They continued on into the next
block, where Carol suddenly grabbed Ralphie’s arm and pulled him over against
the side of one of the bar fronts. “Wait
here,” she said.”
Leaving Ralphie behind, she walked
ahead. There were two hookers working
this block. There had been none on the
block before it. There were two men
standing against the front of one of the cheap casinos there. Two men who where a bit too obvious. She walked up to one and touched him lightly
on his arm. When he turned to see who it
was, she stuck her silenced gun in his stomach and pulled the trigger. As he doubled over, dying, she shot the
second man. The hookers working the
street never even looked back.
She went back and grabbed Ralphie
and dragged him with her. Ralphie
couldn’t take his eyes off the dead men as they walked past. Carol led him into the next block where she
immediately shoved him up against the front of the first building they came
to. “Wait!” she commanded.
She left him, watching the three
hookers on the block as much as the men standing in the shadows. She barely paused as she walked, but her gun
spit silent bullets and each of the men were left dying in the shadows they had
been standing in. She didn’t stop
walking but continued on for another block.
There were three hookers there as well…and two more men with guns. Like on the first block, the two men were
standing together talking. She didn’t
bother going all the way to them before her gun spat bullets and the two were left
for dead. She hurried back the way she
had come to the next block.
“Ralphie!” she called as soon as
she had reached the block. She saw
Ralphie pull away from the building and head towards her, his hips swaying
stupidly with every step he took. Those
stupid shoes Brandy insisted that he wear.
“Which one?” she asked urgently.
“Sally,” Ralphie called as he
stopped and pointed at the middle woman.
“Hey Sister,” Sally replied as she
turned and spotted Ralphie. “Back
again?” She hurried towards him, intent
on showing Ralphie just what a good time she was willing to give him, but Carol
arrived just as she got to him. “Come
with us!” Carol said softly but urgently as she grabbed Sally’s arm and pulled.
“What? What are you doing?” Sally asked as Carol started
pulling her. “No!”
“Come on!” Carol urged, but then
Sally did the most weird thing Ralphie had ever seen. She immediately dropped down so that her
hands were both on the pavement, and she started barking like a dog.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
Carol yelled. She grabbed Sally’s arm
again, but the frightened woman only seemed to act more like a dog. She nuzzled up against Carol and began
stroking her especially the crotch of her riding suit. “Stop that.
Get up.”
But Sally stayed down like she was
and did nothing but bark while she tried to make out with Carol. But now Carol realized something else about
the woman. She was frightened out of her
skull.
“Hey! You!”
Carol heard the man yelling. She
looked up to see him just coming to the end of the next block before he could
cross the street. She saw another man
running at her from across the street.
She raised her gun and the second man dropped dead in the middle of the
street, causing an accident almost on top of him. A bullet whizzed past her head. She looked to the first man, he had crossed
over to this block. Before he could try
and shoot her again, Carol killed him too.
And through it all, Sally did nothing but bark on all fours and nuzzle
Carol’s crotch. What the hell?
“Look lady, I don’t have time for
this,” Carol tried, now let’s go!”
But it was as if Sally never heard
her. With no other options, and knowing
she had to hurry, Carol’s fist lashed out and Sally was immediately out for the
count. Carol picked Sally up and through
her over her shoulder. “Get a move on
Ralphie. Hurry! Back to the car!” She took off running with Sally over her
shoulder, while Ralphie teetered along as fast as he could behind her.
The Chinese driver was standing
outside of the car waiting for them. He
had the trunk of the car opened before Carol arrived. Carol dumped Sally’s body straight into the
trunk and closed it. “The mansion…as
soon as Ralphie gets here…if he ever gets here.” She looked back up the street. Ralphie was indeed hurrying. His heels just didn’t let him run the way she
could. A minute later, Ralphie finally
arrived back at the car. “I’ll see you
at the mansion,” she told Ralphie. Oh,
and you’re probably going to be sleeping in the barn tonight. All the rooms are taken. Brandy’s uncle is supposed to be there now.”
Ralphie’s jaw dropped. “Vinny?
There? Can I please go back to
the hotel?”
Carol looked at him like he was
crazy. “No! See you there!”
As the car pulled away from the
curb, Ralphie lapsed into a state of distress. Vinny, Brandy’s mobster uncle,
was at the mansion. Was he there just to
see him? Maybe to kill him? Ralphie knew it was a distinct
possibility. Worry ate at him as the car
travelled all through the city, then out into the desert. It was a long drive, but not nearly long
enough for Ralphie.
Far ahead of them, on her bike,
Carl was still trying to contemplate Sally Sweetlips. What the hell was up with her? Barking like a dog. Acting…crazy?
She was…weird! Could someone like
that possibly hold any kind of key at all to finding Brandy? Carol’s hopes were diminishing with each mile
that fell to the speed of her bike.
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