Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 16 - Don’t Piss Off A Monster – Part 1 of 2
“Nice shooting this morning,”
Brandy told Carol. “As far as I could
tell, Allingham and his buddies never saw you at all.”
“They saw me. They just didn’t see me shooting. All they saw was a woman walking with a guy
and then kissing him.”
“You shot his hat off his head,
twice! And you kept your gun in your
purse the whole time?”
“Sure. Just the tip of the silencer stuck out. That’s why he didn’t see me shooting. The bigger problem was trying to do it with
only one eye peeking out from behind that guy’s head while I was kissing him.”
“And you said you didn’t like
men. You’re just trying to make me
jealous.”
“You want me to take you back to
bed right now and we can discuss that?”
“Yes! But not right now. We’ve got to figure out the best way to talk
to Beastman’s men.”
“Call your friend Johnny to set it
up like you usually do.”
“Yeah. I was just getting ready to do that.”
Carol sat on Brandy’s bed while she
watched Brandy making the phone call. Brandy
was still wearing the red wig, Carol’s red and black riding suit, but no mask
anymore. “I hope he tells us it’ll be
later tonight before we can meet Beastman,” Carol said softly.
Brandy hung up the phone. “He’ll call us right back. He said he’d try, but with Beastman, nobody
seems to have much luck with anything.”
Five minutes later, Carol and
Brandy were enjoying a lasting kiss when Brandy’s cellphone rang. They broke off the kiss and Brandy answered
the call. She soon hung up. “No dice.
Beastman isn’t interested.”
“Okay. So do we ignore him?”
“No. I want to know why his organization is almost
as small as the Mexican’s, but both Lozano and Allingham have lost far more men
than he has.”
“Good point.”
“Most of the reports we’ve been
getting say he usually hangs out in one place.
Let’s go see if we can get in to talk with him if we show up there in
person.”
“If jumping your bones while you’re
wearing that outfit is out, then I guess I’m game.”
Before either of them could do
anything else, the room door opened and Ralphie came in. “Oh,” Ralphie exclaimed at seeing the two
women in the suite. “You’re still here.”
“We were just leaving,” Brandy
replied. Her face turned to a sly
smile. “But I think that can wait a few
minutes. Did you buy a new dress?”
“Yes, Miss Brandy,” Ralphie replied
with a sigh.
“Good! Go put it on and show us.” She turned to Carol. “I hope it’s really trashy.”
“Trashy? Why?”
“So I can send him down to the
street corners to try and pick up men with some of the other prostitutes.”
Five minutes later, Ralphie came
out of his bedroom wearing his new dress.
It was another red one, but with thin straps going over his shoulders, a
very short skirt with a slit that went nearly up to his crotch, and it was cut
low enough to show off some of the fake boobs on his chest. Carol laughed at how ridiculous he
looked. “He’ll never pick up a man
wearing that!” she exclaimed as she laughed.
“All it shows is how much of a fake he is.”
Brandy smiled. “That’s the idea.” She turned to Ralphie. “Go take it off and get dressed again. Then go out and buy yourself another one. Same kind.
But make sure it’s very different.”
Ralphie was horrified. “Another one?”
“Do you want to wear a diaper and
one of your little girl dresses while you’re doing it?”
“No, Miss Brandy,” he replied
quickly. “I’ll be glad to wear what I
had on before.”
“I thought so,” Brandy
replied. “And I’m sure you already know
what I’ll be asking you to do tonight.”
Ralphie wasn’t happy about it, but
he already suspected it. “Yes, Miss
Brandy. I’ll be going out to work with
the prostitutes somewhere. Where?” he
asked.
“I don’t know. But that’s one of the reasons I want you to
do it. I need you to gather information
for us. We’ll talk about that
later…after you buy another dress to wear tomorrow night.”
He was going to have to do it
tomorrow night too? Ralphie really hated
his life!
Brandy turned to Carol. “Before we go, do you want your riding suit
back, or do you just want to wear mine?”
“Are you kidding? I’ll wear yours. Between that red riding suit and your red
wig, and later I hope your red mask, I’m looking forward to having my way with
you in bed.”
“And what if I decide to have my
way with you instead?”
“With the whole outfit on? Even better.
Are you sure you want to leave now?
You’re already dressed for the part and I’ve got to get out of this
stupid dress anyway.”
Brandy grabbed her red mask and
pulled it on. “Put my riding suit on,”
she ordered sternly. “We’re going out
now. But later, you and I will discuss why
someone wearing a dress like that should think they can have their way with
someone like me.”
Carol grinned from ear to ear. “You’re sure you don’t want to stay here and
discuss it now?”
Brandy took her mask off and threw
it at her. “Get changed. Let’s get the business out of the way first.”
“Spoil sport!”
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The three-story brick building
looked old. It sat in a neighborhood
that neither Carol nor Brandy would ever want to live in. There was a small elderly grocery shop next
door on one side and what looked like a run-down apartment building on the
other side. Alleyways separated the
building from the other ones. The
sidewalk in front of the building was lined with flashy cars.
Carol and Brandy parked their bikes
as close to the building as they could get, in front of the grocery store. “Nice place,” Carol noted sarcastically. “Ritzy!”
“Yeah, for sure,” Brandy
agreed. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t fall
down on us while we’re in there.”
“If it does, Vince could wind up
losing as many men as Lozano has already.”
“Yeah. All without the help of those mercenaries.”
“If I were the mercenaries, I’d
plant a bomb in the place and set it to go off at a strategic time. One bomb and Beastman would probably be wiped
out.”
“Come on,” Brandy said. “Let’s see who’s around.”
They went in through the double
glass doors into a large empty lobby area.
They got two steps inside before a black man poked his head through one
of the doors off the lobby. “Hey! Who the hell are you?”
“You don’t want to know,” Carol
replied. “Where’s Beastman?”
“Get the hell out!”
“That’s not an answer to her
question!” Brandy said with more than a touch of irritation in her voice. The
man came further out into the lobby, several other black men poked their heads
out the door to see what was going on.
“Now will one of you call Beastman and tell him that Death and
Retribution are here to see him?”
“Death and Retribution?” The man broke out laughing.
“Do me a favor,” Brandy said to
Carol. “If I start hitting them, stay
out of my way. I don’t want to worry
about hurting you too.”
“No problem,” Carol replied with a
small smile. “They’re all yours.”
“Get lost!” the man said angrily to
Brandy. “That is, unless of course
you’re interested in working the streets for us.”
“We’re not prostitutes!” Brandy
replied angrily. “And we’re not leaving
until we see Beastman. Now is he here?”
“Fuck if I’ll tell you anything,”
the man said as he moved closer.
“You don’t want to mess with me,”
Brandy said, not backing away and her voice clearly showing her
irritation.
“I’ll mess with you, and I’ll take
that stupid mask of yours and shove it right up your silly cunt.”
Brandy took another step forward,
ready to take him and the rest of them out as well, while Carol stayed where
she was, closer to the door.
“Bock!” a stern voice called,
stopping everyone.
Another black man stepped through
the door. From the way he seemed to
command everything, Carol was guessing it had to be Beastman himself. She watched as the man came closer to
Brandy. He was big. Tall.
Muscular. Just the kind of man
Carol would love to pummel into the ground and then bury.
“You two have to be the two stupid
broads Morrow said are running around town asking questions. I told Morrow to keep you away. And now you turn up here. I’m not interested in talking to you! Now get out before I take both of you and
turn your bitch asses into girls I can use on the street!”
Brandy didn’t even think. She never thought. She just let the rage inside her take over as
her body spun and she launched into a spinning kick that landed right against
Beastman’s face. But by the time she
landed again, she was already in motion, heading for the rest of Beastman’s
men.
Carol stood back and watched as
Brandy exploded into the group. She
quickly moved further back against the door to stay out of the way. This was the first time she had to really see
Brandy in action against a group of men.
The first thing she noticed was Brandy’s speed. Carol knew that she herself was one of only a
handful of people in the world who could move and fight at such a speed. She wasn’t surprised to see that Brandy was
another one. She had suspected as much each
time she saw Brandy suddenly punch or kick someone before. But this time she had more to watch. Speed often could make all the difference in
the world when you went up against an opponent.
Especially for a woman going against a man.
She had noticed it before, but it
was even more evident now. Brandy had a
hair-trigger. Almost anything could set
her off and she seemed to have no recourse but to lash out, and lash out
quickly. Carol was smart enough to know
that a temper like that could be both an asset and a weakness. But as far as she was concerned, Brandy’s
hair trigger temper that made her so dangerous, was just one of the things
about Brandy that seemed to fuel her attraction towards her.
But there was something else she
noticed about Brandy’s fighting style.
She fought with a rage like Carol had never seen before. At times, she almost threw her punches like
she was in a barroom brawl, but of course at the speed she was throwing them,
they were more than affective. As she
watched Brandy moving through the men, she got the impression that Brandy’s
rage was born of frustration over something.
For a rage like that, it was the only conclusion she could reach.
And then she saw Vince the Beast
getting back to his feet. Brandy was
finishing up the last of his men ten feet away.
She watched as Vince’s arm went up into the air, and then he brought it
down quickly. Something shattered on the
floor and she saw Vince turning and running for the door on the opposite side
of the room. A faint acrid odor reached
Carol’s nose and her head suddenly went reeling. She was in mid-breath, but she forced herself
to stop breathing. Brandy, who had
started chasing after Vince, was slumping down to the floor. Still forcing herself to not breath, Carol
ran to her and pulled her out of the lobby and out to the sidewalk. She set her down up against the side of the
building and took a few deep breaths.
She slapped Brandy’s face a few times and called her name, trying to get
her to wake up. She was relieved when Brandy
started to come around. “Come on,” Carol
urged. “Wake up.”
Brandy’s head was spinning. She felt groggy and sleepy. She didn’t want to wake up. She just wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes again and felt her face
being slapped hard. She opened her eyes
at the irritation.
“Wake up! Take some deep breaths!” Carol ordered. “You’ve been gassed.”
Gassed? Brandy wasn’t sure if she cared. All she wanted was to go back to the weariness
that tugged so hard at her. But she did
take a deep breath.
“More!” Carol urged.
Brandy took a few more deep
breaths. Her head cleared a little. “What happened?”
“You got gassed, by Beastman
himself. I got barely a whiff of it and
I nearly passed out.”
“Shit!” Brandy cursed. “I just want to drop over dead right now.”
“Breathe! And keep breathing!” Carol replied as she
stood up. “I’ll be right back,” she
said. “Try to wake up while I’m gone.”
“Where you going?” Brandy asked,
her words coming out a little slurred.
“Beastman took off as soon as he
threw the gas bomb. I’m going to see if
there’s a back door to this place. I
want his head! Now breathe! Deeply!
Wake up!” Carol ordered before she took off at a run for the alley
leading down the side of the building.
When she reached the back, Carol
found herself in a parking area with a number of cars. A noise made her look up. A door was opening one floor up leading out
to the fire escape. Through the metal
steps of the fire escape, she got a quick glimpse of Beastman hurrying out the
door and down the stairs. She hid
herself under the fire escape and watched as he reached the bottom. He turned, heading for one of the cars in the
parking area. She hurried up behind him,
jumped and grabbed his head while her legs kicked in his knees from
behind. As her legs hit the ground, she
used her grip on his head to throw him over her hip as she smashed his head as
hard as she could into the pavement. The
huge man was down and out, that fast.
She had to check him though to see if she had killed him. In her anger, she had thrown him harder than
she should have. He was breathing, but
she suspected he would wake up with not only a bad concussion but most likely a
fractured skull as well. Oh well. She would have been just as happy if he were
dead.
Since he was still alive, and
knowing that Brandy would probably want to get her claws into him, she dragged
his big heavy body all the way down the side of the building and out to the
street.
Brandy saw Carol dragging
Beastman’s body around the side of the building. She forced herself to stand up, her head was
still spinning somewhat, but it was getting better. She watched as Carol dropped Vince’s body
just short of reaching the doors. “Is he
dead?” she asked.
“No, but not for lack of
trying. I think he’s just got a hard
head. I did probably fracture his skull
though.”
“Good! I want retribution!”
“I kind of figured you would,”
Carol replied. “And if he ever wakes up,
I want answers.”
“Yeah. That would be a good idea too.”
“What do you want to do with him?”
Carol asked. “That gas has to be still
in the lobby inside. Judging by the way
it affected you, no telling how it’s going to affect all his men in there.”
“Yeah,” Brandy agreed. “It’s some powerful stuff. Fast too!
My head is still spinning.”
“I can arrange for someone to pick
Vince up here and take him somewhere where we can interrogate him better. In fact, my mother is here, I know she’d be
more than happy to play with him. We’d
get lots of answers out of him them, and it would all be the guaranteed truth.”
“It sounds good, but after that
gas, I want my own revenge instead.” She
looked around. She saw no one. She got the impression that there wasn’t much
traffic on that street. She didn’t know
if that was because of the type of neighborhood it was, or if it was due more
to the fact that Beastman’s headquarters building was there. Either way she didn’t care. “Let’s play with him right here,” she
decided.
Carol was surprised. “Out on the sidewalk?” She looked around. “Why not?
If you’re game, I’m good with it.
What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know yet. The last person who threatened to make me one
of their prostitutes was Ralphie.” Her head
was settling down now after the gas and she put her brain to work. “Maybe…” she said after a few moments as she
stared down at Beastman’s comatose body.
“I think something humiliating might have a more lasting impact on
someone like him than anyone would think.”
She looked at Carol. “How many of
his men are inside?” she asked.
Carol pressed her head against the
glass door and counted bodies. “Six.”
Brandy pulled out her cellphone and
dialed a number while she continued to stare at Beastman, her brain was still
trying to come up with a picture of what she wanted. “You still got rope?” she asked Carol as she
heard the phone start to ring on the other end.
“Need you ask?” Carol replied. “Of course.”
“Hello, Miss Brandy,” Ralphie’s
voice came over the phone.
“Ralphie!” Brandy replied. “I need you to bring me seven of the biggest
adult diapers you have. I’ll text you
the address to bring them to, but do it fast!
In fact, if you’re still out, then head to the nearest place where you
can get some. You know the kind I want
you to buy. Just get them to me as fast
as you can!”
“I was heading back to the hotel now,”
Ralphie told her. “I can get some from
the room.”
“Just do it fast Ralphie! Hurry!”
“Yes, Miss Brandy.”
Brandy hung up her phone and saw
the amused look on Carols face. “What?”
“Nothing,” Carol replied.
“Then get busy. Start pulling his men out of there while I
strip his clothes off.”
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