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| Scene Five: Lovely Rita | |
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| bebeluv1 | Oct 21 2009, 09:33 AM Post #31 |
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Nemesis
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Adam & Alex--The Big Damn Heroes Ride On “How long do you think we’ve been riding now?” Adam asked. Alex glanced at his pocketwatch. “Just over three hours.” Adam shook his head. “I’m worried that we’re taking too long. It’s been scorching the past couple days and what if the anti-freeze dries up?” “Well, I’ve been thinking about that too, but I don’t think we need to worry much. Seems like they’re going straight East. So if we lose the fluid trail, we just keep going East.” Adam was silent, considering. “Yeah,” he said finally. “Have you thought about what we’re going to do once we get there, whereever there is?” Adam glanced over at Alex, who was riding to his right. “We have to have a better plan than just going in there like Rambo. They’ve got way more artillery than we have, and probably twenty times as many people as us.” “That hadn’t escaped my attention, Adam.” Alex pedaled a little harder, perhaps from nervous energy. Thinking about getting to the destination scared him shitless. “Are you worried we did this half-cocked?” Adam laughed at that. “Man, I KNOW we did. C’mon, now. Did we really think about how a drummer and a writer with a couple sticks and a gun were going to match up against a well-trained militia? Please.” “If you feel that way, why did you come?” Alex asked, though he thought he knew the answer. Love does crazy things to a man. It’s why he was here himself. “On second thought, don’t answer that,” Alex grinned. “Wouldn’t know how to, man.” Adam responded. Why he was doing this was something that he couldn’t put into words. It was love, it was more than love. Willow was his world and his life and if he had to die to save her, then he was willing. He might not even make it that far, but he had to try. He had to try to return his children’s mother to them. He couldn’t think about what would happen if this all went terribly wrong and both he and Willow didn’t make it. He did know that Sam would take care of his kids, if it came to that. Adam shook off those doom and gloom thoughts and focused on the road. The puddles of anti-freeze were growing harder to find, just as Adam had predicted. The sun was literally baking the asphalt and waves of heat were visible along the surface. It woudn’t be long before their path dried up completely. “Whew, it’s hot,” Alex commented, as they stopped to drink some water and have a brief rest. He took off his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. He saw Adam erupt into laughter as he mopped his face with his hankerchief. “What?” “Maybe you ought to use a little sunscreen from now on, brother.” Alex pulled out his pocket mirror and winced. His face was sunburned from the eyebrows down. His forehead, on the other hand, was white as the driven snow. “Ah, fuck.” “I ain’t one to tell you ‘I told you so’, but man, I told you so!” Adam said between chuckles. “Fine, you were right. Apparently I don’t tan, I burn. My assumptions about my skin’s tanning prowess was completely off. So where’s the sunscreen?” Adam tossed him the bottle of Banana Boat and took another drink from his water bottle. “It should start cooling back down in a few hours. Fucking Iowa, can’t make up its mind on what temperature it wants to be. A hundred degrees in the daytime and forty degrees at night. That’s fucked up if you ask me.” “Yeah, I concur.” Alex said, slathering on the thick white goo otherwise known as sunscreen. “Adam,” he said, his tone more serious. “You’re right about going in there half-cocked. At some point, we need to really sit down and plan this out. What we’re going to do, I mean.” Adam nodded. “I know, man. I know. The thing that scares me is that I can’t think of anything.” Adam hung his head and stared at the ground. Alex thought he knew how Adam felt. They were a writer and a drummer, neither trained for this rescue mission, and they were way in over their heads. |
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| mdnjr70 | Oct 21 2009, 01:34 PM Post #32 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Domenica/Rita – Fairest of them All (OOC: This is a MOD approved post, I got my marching orders and so…enjoy. This is what the RV looks like: ![]() It wasn’t a tent she was put into, but a Class ‘A’ luxury RV with different roll outs, the thing was plush, that was the only word for it, well that and huge. She had seen things like this before on that TV show that showed all the different kinds of RVs, but this, well it looked liked a Palace. Between the time that they nabbed her to the time they got her to Rita’s rolling castle they had cuffed her with her hands behind her back and duct taped her mouth, unfortunately, they weren’t stupid. The two men tossed her into the RV laughing as they did so; they tossed her on the couch as they looked at her with wide smiles. Rita was right behind them smiling as well, her face was angelic and her tone bouncy, but the eyes were dark, it was always in the eyes, “Wait outside.” She said looking at the two men. They gave each other a look and she smiled at them, “Did I studder…now go…shoo.” She said with a flick of her hands. Rita heard the door close and she smiled at Domenica, “oh my…you poor thing. A Chosen shouldn’t have been treated like that. My poor little Princess.” Rita reached out to help Domenica up, “My you are pretty.” Rita said brushing Domenica’s hair off her face and she smiled, “and you smell, God this won’t do.” Rita said looking at her almost gitty she squealed with delight, “Oh I know…make-over…we have to do a make-over. I can’t have my new friend looking all a fright. I wish Teddy was her, he was the king, well queen, of make-overs.” Rita said looking at her, her eyes drilling into her, “you’re going to be my friend right? I mean we want the same things.” Domenica said nothing trying to have her eyes look at positive as possible and allowed her to move her to the shower area. “Now don’t take this the wrong way, I’m going to help you get out of your clothes, but I still need to keep you cuffed. If you promise to not yell and make a fuss I’ll take the duct tape off, that way you can shower and clean the foul smell off.” Rita said looking at Domenica again her tone was bouncy and silly. Domenica’s mind was racing all she kept thinking was to try and buddy up. She had no delusion that Rita would fall for phony platitudes or anything fake, she would need to be…she would need to be the part and do what it would take, this wasn’t going to be easy, and she knew that everything that was happening was a test. What worried her the most was that Rita knew that as well. Finally Domenica nodded and Rita smiled, “God you have no idea how difficult things have been waiting for you. I mean God told me you would be there, and sure enough there you were, just as promised.” Rita said helping Domenica out of her clothes, Rita looked at her, “You know I don’t take pleasure in what I’m doing, but God’s will must me be done.” Rita said unclasping Domenica’s bra and helping her remove it. Rita’s eyes stayed on Domenica’s face as she worked, “But you know all about that, God’s will. I mean you came right too me.” Rita said smiling looking at Domenica studying her, Domenica hoped she was playing along and acting as she should be, that was the only way, “Enough talking. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Rita said and moved Domenica to the shower turning it on to warm feeling it with her hand so the temperature was just right. “There we go.” Rita moved Domenica into position slowly to get her face under the water so she could remove the duct tape in a quick clean motion. “OH God!” Domenica said wanting to cuss like a sailor but holding back. Rita smiled, “you know it hurts a lot more then they show in the movies. I mean not that I’ve done it myself but I’ve seen it, it hurts.” Rita was getting wet as well but she didn’t seem to mind. “Why are you doing this?” Domenica said looking at Rita moving her head from the water so she could talk, but also being careful of her breath, which she was sure was foul. Rita looked at her, “God’s will.” Domenica shook her head, “no I understand that, I mean with me, why me?” Rita nodded, “You’re one of God’s Chosen, misguided, but still one of God’s chosen. Now lets get you cleaned up and changed.” Rita helped Domenica wash and get cleaned up the body soap smelled like strawberries as did the shampoo. “Do you like the scent?” Rita asked with almost a hopeful tone, Domenica couldn’t lie, strawberry was one of her favorites, and the body wash Rita was using was the same one she had at home. “I do, it’s the same one I have…” Domenica stopped then continued, “Had at home.” Rita smiled, “I know it sucks right. I mean knowing that our homes are gone, but at the same time we’ve been promised a new start. God willed it all to happen and now it has, we have a chance to build a new, that’s my calling, that’s his plan for me.” As Rita got close to Domenica’s more personal parts, she simply smiled, “I know I would feel a little creepy too, but cleanliness is next to godliness right.” Rita said as she delicately massaged the soap and cleaned Domenica off. “I can’t disagree with that.” Domenica said trying to endure Rita’s touch as best she could well not thinking about it or what she was going to do. Soon enough Rita had Domenica dressed her hair pulled back in a ponytail to dry, she had picked out a pair of low rise jeans, form fitting and a simple but nice shirt with matching shoes and belt. Domenica was then set at the table and Rita made sure she couldn’t move, “I’m going to change…two ticks. Please don’t try anything I don’t want to have to kill you.” Rita looked at her, “Or worse.” She said with a sad puppy dog face and quickly disappeared into the back bedroom to change from her wet clothes. Domenica looked around, if there was something to use as a weapon she didn’t see it and she knew Rita would hear her moving about. This wasn’t like the bus, where there were two children and a bunch of people making noise, it was just the two of them and there were only muffled sounds from outside. “You need to play along.” A voice said in her mind, it was soft and kind, she knew the voice but she didn’t it wasn’t Zeke it was someone else, but still just as kind “Play along do what you need to, to become her friend, nothing is set in stone, there is always choice and always free will.” Domenica looked around nodding silently, “I don’t know if I can do this.” She whispered. “God’s will be done. Dom…” the voice said and she sighed. Rita returned to the room dressed amazing, her choice in cloths were impeccable. And her hair bounced off her shoulders like a blond waterfall of perfection. “Oh I feel so much better. There is nothing like a fresh change of clothes.” Domenica smiled, “you’re telling me.” Rita clapped, “you like them. I was worried, I mean we’re not the same size but, well I’m glad you like them.” Rita said her tone bouncy and perky. “Are you hungry?” Rita said going to the door and opening it, “bring our dinner.” She ordered and closed the door. “Boys; they are so stupid, you know I can get them to do just about anything. I mean having great boobs help, but I think it’s my smile.” Rita said walking over to the table and sitting down, looking at Domenica, “Have I got a night planed for us…just a girls night, you and me.” Rita said and looked at Domenica, “I want to know all about you. I mean I know you’re a Chosen, but who is Domenica Anderson. What was your life like before all this?” Domenica shift in her seat the cuffs where tight but she could make them work, “Oh I know the cuffs suck, I’m sorry, but I just can’t risk you getting free or worse. Not like you would get far, I can’t tell you how many people tried to escape. I find it best to let them think they got away, then capture them when they let their guard down…anyway enough about me. I could just go on and on…I want to hear about you.” Rita said poking Domenica in the nose, with a smile and her chipper voice. Domenica looked over at her and thought, play nice “There isn’t much to tell, really. I lived and worked in Anaheim, parents, brothers and sisters, dated.” Rita smiled, “I bet you were a heart breaker.” Domenica couldn’t help by laugh, “um no. My mom would set me up with all these men, some where ok, but not…” Rita nodded and made a pouty face, “Mister Right.” Domenica shrugged. “I suppose.” “Funny isn’t it.” Rita said looking at her, “I mean I worked in Orlando, right, I saw men all the time, treated me like a piece of meat, not that I minded, but sometimes…well it was like with you today. That man grabbing your tushy…uncalled for.” Domenica watched her and her eyes narrowed, “Orlando?” She questioned. Rita nodded, “Oh girl, I worked at Disneyworld. I was the Senior Guest Relations Manager at the Animal Kingdom Lodge. Course now Disneyworld is probably under water, kind of sucks because I liked that job.” Rita saw the look on Domenica’s face, “OH MY GOD!!!!” Rita squealed all excited, “you worked in Anaheim that means….oh brilliant.” Rita said with a laugh. “Of course. It all makes perfect sense. What did you do at the park?” Domenica looked at her and couldn’t help but laugh, this was a sick joke, a cruel sick joke, she was sitting across from her twin; perky, upbeat, happy, beautiful, Rita was her evil twin. “I was the Senior Guest Relations Manager at the Grand Californian.” She said not believing it. And Rita chuckled, “We both worked for the Mouse. How great is that. I knew I was going to like you.” Rita said with a laugh there was a tap at the door and it opened two silver trays where brought in and set infront of them along with a silver tea service. Once things where set the two men, in a single motion removed the lids to the meal that was before them. Rita looked at one of the men, “Looks great.” She said as she inhaled. Rita looked at the very tall red head, he was incredibly handsome, “since my guests hands are other wise occupied, you need to feed her, be gentle and treat her light a lady.” Rita said looking at the man, “I hope you like redheads, if not I can get you a blond or dark haired guy…do you like white men…I have all colors of the rainbow here.” Rita said looking at Domenica, “No he’s fine thank you. He looks like a Prince.” She said it wasn’t a lie the man was good looking there was no denying it; the man kneeled next to Domenica and began to serve her. They continued chatting and eating, well mostly Rita, Domenica listened and nodded and responded as appropriate until the meal was finished and the men had cleared the empty plates and left the RV, one man stayed to tend to other service needs. “Not as good as the hotel would make, but really I can’t complain.” Rita said looking at Domenica. “It was better then I’ve had in a while.” Rita nodded, “I’m sure, but see when you follow a false God, that is the trouble. God takes care of his chosen, that bastard witch…” Rita waved off the words, “I’m not ruining our night.” There was another knock at the RV’s door, “Come.” Rita said and the door opened three men were brought in, one with a gun, one the man that grabbed Domenica’s butt and the other. Domenica didn’t know him, he was overweight not terrible good looking but not ugly either, he was plane but he had gentle eyes and at one time you could see he had a smile that would have lit up his whole face, now it was gone, he was beaten physically and mentally. Based on what Mark had said, this man must not have made the gene pool cut. “Domenica this is the man that sexual assaulted and humiliated you. Right?” Rita said her voice different, not as perky and maybe a little darker. Domenica looked at him, “I’m not sure I think so.” Domenica said unsure at what was about to happen, but not liking the direction the man with the gun raised it and pointed the gun at the man and caulk it. “Come now Princess. I want us to be friends and Rita always takes care of her friends.” Domenica looked at him, “I’m sorry…I didn’t…I mean I, she was too be one of mine, right?” The man started to say almost hurried and pleading. The guy with the gun was smirking, he was enjoying this. “She’s not yours, she’s one of Gods Chosen.” Rita said with cold eyes looking at the man, “and for what you did you have to be punished.” “Rita it’s fine. I’m used to it, I handled it.” Domenica said looking at Rita trying to sound tough and brave, but scared to death, “No no…men used to do that to me and I bet to you far too often…it’s not alight, never was alright and now God’s laws must be obeyed.” Rita looked at Domenica, “you get to judge him, what do you want to see happen to him, eye for an eye? In which case he would no longer be useful, he would loose that part of him that holds any value well we could use him as a work horse we’re going to need labor after all, or do we kill him out right?” The man with the gun pointed it directly at the man now crying. Domenica looked at the man, he was pleading and she looked at Rita. She wanted the voice to help her but she heard nothing she was on her own, she couldn’t allow him to be killed, not for something stupid and to cut off his…well that. No she couldn’t allow that, there had to be something different, something that would be acceptable, an ‘eye for an eye’, so maybe something to embarrass him. “Tick-Tock Princess.” Rita said playfully. Domenica looked at him only seeing his eyes, he had to understand she was sorry for this but not nearly as sorry as he was, “He only grabbed me I don’t see the point in wasting someone as pretty as him. Maybe just humiliate him a little so he knows how it feels.” Rita giggled, “Oh I was hoping you would say that, it’s so much more fun to watch them be humiliated…” She looked at the heavy man, “Dog. Go to the couch and take off your clothes.” She said to the man, she didn’t even call him by name, just Dog, what was Rita going to do. The attractive man looked at Rita, “I can’t I’m still.” Rita held her finger to her lips, “I know pretty boy, you dingle is still sore, you poor dear, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t.” Rita said almost gleeful and she added, “Plus you still have a mouth.” The man’s eyes were as big as saucers, “You want me to…” the man called ‘Dog’ was now naked, his neck was red from embarrassment, but he didn’t move just stood there, he once had dignity and self worth but not now, it was gone, he was just a shell. “you want your place back you’re going to have to earn it, the more you do to him the better your chances and if you let him do to you what you so desperately wanted to do to Domenica, then we call it even.” Domenica looked at the both men, she thought she picked something simple humiliate the man…she didn’t know she wanted to throw-up, she wanted to rush the man with the gun, but the voice in her head, told her it would be alight, it had to be alight, please god in heaven make it be alright. “Dom, can I call you Dom?” Rita asked, taking her eyes off the men, Domenica looked at her, “of course.” Rita smiled, “good, do you like chocolate bread pudding?” How could Rita think of food at a time like this she saw the man move over to the heavy set man and his face was discussed but he moved to him and kissed his neck softly the barrel of the gun pointed at him the entire time. “Sure.” Rita smiled, “Wonderful.” She looked at the red head, “Bring desert I love desert with a show.” Rita said looking back at the attractive man, “enough of the kissy kissy.” The man stopped and looked down at the naked men seeing his penis which he slowly moved too. Rita smiled, “they have to learn not to treat us like meat.” Rita said looking at the men then looking back at Domenica, “I mean really what’s the big deal I personal think it more nasty for two women you actually have to stick your tongue into something.” Rita said with a shrug as dessert arrived. |
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| mdnjr70 | Oct 21 2009, 04:39 PM Post #33 |
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Rubén/Zeke – The Path Rubén set up several songs to play in order and then set the loop thingy again and looked at Zeke, “well for what’s it worth they’ll at least now have music playing instead of my jabbering.” Ruben said grabbing his suitcase, “only one?” Zeke said and Ruben shrugged, “it was all I packed I don’t know why.” Zeke nodded and they started to leave the booth, Rubén took Zeke’s hand and they quickly walked to the truck outside, “we can walk.” Zeke said and Rubén shook his head, “No we need to go right now.” Rubén said throwing the suitcase in the back of the truck opening up the passenger side sliding over so Zeke could follow, it only saved them seconds, but somehow those seconds mattered and Rubén knew it. The engine roared to life and Rubén peeled out of the parking lot, “Rubén are you trying to kill us?” Zeke asked as Rubén sped up checking the road quickly and checking to make sure there weren’t any kids or people around, “Your brother, you came here before you went to see him, you said you deviated from the path…that means something Zeke, something is wrong.” Rubén said turning the corner he hadn’t realized how far the radio station seemed to be, right now it felt like it was on the moon as they close to the camp he started to slow down as there were more and more people about. Despite how it all felt they got to the camp in record time and made their way to the command tent neither noticed the looks they were getting they were in a hurry, “Where’s Captain John Costa?” He asked the only guy there who was looking over some maps or something like that, Rubén didn’t really notice or care, “He’s out.” The curt voice said. Rubén looked at the younger man, “Where? We need to see him.” The Private looked up finally, “the Captain is out, he left about 20 minutes ago.” The man said and looked back down at the papers before him. “Where?” Rubén said getting flustered with the man he wasn’t being helpful and he didn’t’ seem to care either, who was this prick. Zeke touched his hand, “It’ fine.” Zeke said but Rubén could tell it wasn’t he wanted to say something to get this guy to listen to radio him something, but he wasn’t going to budge. “When he returns, have him come see me. Tell him his brother stopped by.” Zeke said his voice calm and friendly. The private didn’t even look up he just nodded, “sure sure.” He said. Zeke grabbed Rubén’s arm holding it tight, “come on there is nothing more we can do. It’ll work out.” Rubén started walking away with Zeke who was looking around at the camp, Rubén knew we didn’t see the camp he saw something else, this wasn’t a camp to him it was something more, what, Rubén had no idea. Still Zeke had his normal sense of calm all around them he felt suck peace around Zeke even earlier when they were fighting, if you could call it that, he had been so calm. ‘Earlier’ Rubén thought this had been all his fault, “You were supposed to go to him and you chose me. Whatever happens is my fault…I’m going to be the cause of it.” Rubén said a feeling a dread filling him, he didn’t know what was going to happen, but because of him Zeke had…what had he done. Things couldn’t be that black and white; cut and dry; no there was a middle ground there had to be. God couldn’t, no God wouldn’t do that, not because of…him. He wasn’t that important, but Zeke was…Zeke was and he chose to come and see Rubén to prove how important he was to him, to turn his back on God’s will and pick him. No…this wasn’t right, this couldn’t be right. Rubén had it wrong, God loved them, loved Zeke, God would want Zeke to be happy, he wouldn’t deny Zeke that. ‘He sacrificed his own son for us, couldn’t he ask the same of Zeke.’ No Rubén couldn’t think like that, it wasn’t the way it worked it wasn’t. He had given them all free will the power of choice, why then deny it to anyone, why punish him, “It’s all my fault.” Rubén whispered to himself. Zeke looked at him for a second giving his hand a squeeze it seemed to calm him. As they walked people saw them, most where smiling and a few where even pointing. “What’s going on?” Zeke said looking at Rubén pulling him out of his thoughts. Rubén looked around finally seeing the people, really seeing them and how they were looking back at them, “I’m not sure…” “Rubén.” a female voice said as Rubén and Zeke turned to meet her eyes, “Yes.” He said with a smile, “may I help you.” She grinned, “What you both said…I…well I just want you to know that I’m voting for you…I don’t know what is happening really, I was an account for a really big company before this, and now I’m trying to help rebuild a one of the farms and getting it working I don’t understand I had a black thumb.” She smiled, “Anyway listening to you both on the radio tonight…I mean…did you know you were broadcasting.” Zeke looked at her, “I’m sorry what…but we…I mean no.” She nodded, there was a small group of people now around them, “what you said about laws and wisdom and leadership. I haven’t been so excited to actually vote in a long time and if we get more people like you guys on the council then…we’ll be.” She trailed off her face was filled with hope and dreams of a future that wouldn’t be bad but good, filled with life and hope. “It’s been so much better then the hate that’s been coming out of that reverend guy, I don’t care if you’re both homos what you said…that’s all that matters. It came from the heart.” An older man said looking at them giving them a toothy grain, “and for the recorded.” He started to say, “I didn’t know anything about electricity and now I’m working on getting the medical clinic all powered back up, I don’t know how, but I couldn’t be happier.” “Zeke we’re all safe because of you, will of God or not, you’re a leader and I can’t think of anyone else I would want sitting on the council more.” Another man said shaking Zeke’s hand and patting him on the back. “Not to mention you two make such a great looking couple.” Another voice said as the crowd grew around them, more and more people came over to them even some of the military people faces they both knew and new faces they didn’t. It continued that way for several minutes and as best Rubén could figure it when the mug fell it must have started the broadcast and then at some point either when he moved or when Zeke moved they turned it off, so anyone who was listening would have heard them, both of them, making up and talking. Rubén felt his check burn crimson again. “I can’t believe they all heard us.” Rubén said as he pulled out of the camp and drove back to the townhouse. Even some of the people on the street as they passed waved at them. Rubén looked at the radio and turned it on, tuning it to the right station and hearing only music play. Zeke smiled, “When Tom got the radio station going word must have spread.” Rubén shook his head listening to the next song it was fourth on the list so there were 6 more before it would loop again, “but still it was just my voice all afternoon, nothing going on until I got to the station and started doing reports, then you showed up. That’s…” Zeke shrugged, “God’s will.” “When a door gets closed another one opens.” Rubén said pulling into the driveway. Rubén’s thought returned to Zeke and his path, “Do you think it was a test? I mean this whole thing, maybe coincidence, luck?” Rubén asked hoping against hope that maybe there were two paths, both leading to the same destination. Zeke looked at him, “I really don’t know.” |
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| Cale Raizer | Oct 21 2009, 09:10 PM Post #34 |
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In the movies, swallowing a key was depicted as being easy, with no apparent consequences. In reality, it was a little bit of Hell. Her throat was scraped raw from the key's teeth, making it painful for Misty to speak. And her stomach had started acting up, possibly as a side affect of her stomach acid trying to dissolve the chunk of metal in her system. She wasn't in pain, Misty decided, but she had definitly felt better. Bridgette was a big help, rubbing Misty's stomach, releiving some of the cramping, but it still felt bad. Misty wanted to just ram her finger down her throat, puke the key back up, and be done with it, but she knew they wouldn't be able to hide the key any better then it was now. "This key better be worth it," Misty groaned, "Or I'm gonna be majestically pissed." "It was a foolish thing to do," Amanda said, "They're going to notice sooner or later, and who do you think they're going to ask?" "No shit," Bridgette said, "Of course they're going to ask us, but they wont get anything out of us." "What makes you so sure?" Amanda said, "If they really wanted to, I'm sure they can get whatever answer they want out of us." "You mean torture," Misty said, "Well, I'd like to see them try to do worse then this." She burped, loudly, holding her stomach, "Ouchies." "This is no joking matter!" Amanda insisted, "Those men killed Miguel, what's to stop them killing us?" "Because of our usefulness," Erica answered, she had become close to Bridgette and Misty recently, "They won't kill their breeding stock." "Besides," Misty put in, "They have no proof we even took the key, and unless they have a portable X-Ray handy, they won't for awhile. All we have to do is keep our mouths shut, and we'll be ok. I'll puke this bastard up when we can hide it safely, but for now, we're as clear as we can be." The trailer came to an abrupt halt, tires squealing, throwing the girls off balance. They tumbled to the ground, scrambling to their feet as angry voices were heard outside. "I'm tellin' ya, one of them bitches must have it!" A voice Misty identified as belonging to Jonesy shouted, "They're hidin it someone!" "Jonesy, you dumbass, how many times I told ya to keep your keys on one fucking ring?" The big leaders voice said, from right outside the gate, "You probably dropped the thing again and not noticed. I can tell you, Rita ain't gonna be too happy about that." Rita? Who was Rita? Their leader? Misty wondered, but any further musings she had were interrupted as Jonesy pulled down the back ramp of the trailer, flooding the enclosed space with sunlight. "I'm tellin ya, I ain't dropped it!" Jonesy yelled, his face red, "They have it, and I'm gonna search everyone of them cunts until I find it!" The big guy shook his head, "We're behind schedule already, Jonesy, we can't be searchig them all." "Fucking watch me, Malone!" Jonesy shouted, pointing a handgun into the trailer, "Allright, you bitches, everyone out!" The women obliged, having not much choice. Most of them had a hard time standing up, their knees stiff after being cooped up so long, but eventually they all stood, blinking, trembling in the sun. Jonesy lined them up, and grabbed the woman standing on the end of the line. Leering at the terrifed woman, Jonesy roughly threw her down, making her land hard on her knees, "Try to run and your fucking dead!" The woman had no intention of running, and she only cried out softly as Jonesy ran rough fingers over her body, squeezing her breasts hard, runng his hands down her back, her hips, her legs. All the while, Jonesy leered down at her, running his tongue over his lips in a way that made Misty want to throw up. Finally, he hauled the woman up by her hair, making her cry out in pain, and she watched as he stripped the woman down until she stood there, naked. The woman whimpered, tears welling in her eyes, but she made no move to cover herself, knowing it would only make Jonesy angry. "Jonesy, we ain't got time for this shit," The big guy-Malone-said, "Rita's already gonna be pissed off at you for losing that key." "This'll only take a minute," Jonesy said, licking his lips again, "Maybe I oughtta probe her a bit more..." Misty heard the sound of a revolvers hammer being cocked back, and saw Malone had taken out the same revolver he had used to kill Miguel, "That's enough, Jonesy. We don't have time for that." Jonesy glared at Malone, but he seemed to know better then to argue, "Fine, but we're still searching them!" "I don't see the point," Malone said casually, "I still think you lost them. But whatever makes you happy." Over the next hour, Jonesy subjected them all to a search, stripping them down, frisking them. There was no repeat of the almost rape, Misty suspected Malone and his revolver had a lot to do with that. Jonesy seemed to take an especially long time with her, which made her nervous, what if he suspected, or had a flash of insight? What if he noticed how bad she was feeling? To her immense releif, however, Jonesy didn't suddenly declare that he knew the key was in her stomach, and merely let her go. "I guess I dropped the key after all," Jonesy said, though he still glared at the women suspiciousley. "Yup," Malone said, finlly holstering his revolver, "And now we're late. We better get moving, or the Lovely Rita will have our asses for breakfast." The women were given five minutes to pull their clothes back on, and then they were loaded back on into the trailer. The convoy started again, and they were off. Misty lay back down, resting her head in Bridgette's lap, as she stroked her hair. So far, so good. Misty hoped their luck would hold out. |
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"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!" | |
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| WeBandOfBuggered | Oct 21 2009, 10:04 PM Post #35 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Alex and Adam - Grisly Sight “Shit.” “You can say that again.” “Shit.” “I was being rhetorical.” “Ah.” “I thought you were a writer man, you can’t pick up on rhetoric?” “Rhetorical?” “No.” “I see…so…we’ve lost the trial.” “No shit Sherlock.” “Tried Ex-Lax, Watson?” Adam grinned, “You’re crazy man.” “Guilty as charged,” Alex said. “So, no trail. What’re we gonna do now? I mean, my tracking skills are pretty much just ‘follow the yellow brick’ road caliber. I mean, I’ve got hunting with a couple of the guys who work for me, but still…” “I guess we could just keep heading East. That’s where they were going. Logic would dictate that they’ll stay on that course. I mean, why double back?” “Good point,” Alex nodded and took a long pull from his water bottle. “Getting dark man, maybe we should find somewhere to crash for the night.” “There was that farmhouse about a mile or two back…wanna try our luck there. Could be decent beds, maybe running water still…I could kill for a fucking shower.” “Sounds like a plan,” Adam concurred. The two men turned their bicycles around and pedaled back to the deserted farmhouse a few miles down the road. They went down the small, weathered path; on a nearby fence, something caught Alex’s attention. “The fuck is that?” “Dunno.” The two men dismounted and walked over to the fence, which stood roughly six feet high; both men stopped dead in their tracks as they raised their flashlights on the shadowed form. They exchanged glances and their faces were equally white, tinged with green. “Jesus…I mean, Jesus FUCK!” “You can say that again man…and I’m not being rhetorical this time.” “Jesus FUCK!” The two men turned and Alex vomited, “inside?” “Yeah…fast.” Alex stumbled to the bikes and unhitched the wagon from his, pulling it along behind him. He took one final look at the site on the fence: a man of about sixty, crucified and gutted like a fish. His intestines were neatly piled beneath his feet, but had been chewed at by some form of wild life. Neither man slept well that night. The Next Morning Alex awoke in the bedroom he’d claimed over night. Based off the décor, consisting largely of posters for rock bands and sci-fi movie posters, and the numerous horror novels and DVDs lining the shelves, it was probably a teenaged boys room. He stumbled into the hall and walked to the washroom, and reached into the bathtub, turning the faucet on. Much to his surprise and joy, the water flowed, so Alex switched to the shower. He spent about ten minutes in the shower and climbed out, drying off and walking back to the room he’d been in, dressing in the spare clothes he’d bought. Across the hall, another door opened and Adam came out of the master bedroom. “Morning.” “Morning. That the shower I heard?” “Yup…thing actually works,” Alex said with a grin. “Oh thank Christ.” Ten minutes later, Adam came out, bathed and ready to roll. Alex had already gone down and into the fields, looking for anything that could prove useful. As Adam looked for Alex, he heard a sudden roaring noise outside. He scrambled downstairs and onto the back porch. He looked to see a large combine harvester driving towards him. Alex parked behind the house and cut the engine. “We got wheels man!” he shouted jovially from the cab, which was a two seater. Alex had hearing protection on and tossed Adam a similar pair of earmuffs. “Put those on unless you wanna go deaf. We’ve got spare gas in the jerry cans and this thing can take a trailer. Makes life much easier than the bikes. We should toss ‘em in the trailer to be on the safe side, but with this bad boy and the guns…we’re the meanest mother fuckers in Iowa baby!” Adam stared at Alex for a moment, then grinned as well. After all, times were hard and you took the laughs you could get. |
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| bebeluv1 | Oct 22 2009, 09:56 AM Post #36 |
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Nemesis
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Mark & Willow--Roll Call “All right, people, you know the drill,” one of Rita’s burly men growled. He apparently had been put in charge of the evening match up. He had a list, probably handwritten by Rita, with which newbie would go to whose group. Mark stepped over to the left, his group of women filling in behind him. The other men and their women did the same. Burly dude ordered the newbies in their own line. “All right, you bitches, now it’s time to place you in your group.” “Gee, hope you get in Griffyndor,” Mark muttered to Willow as she walked by to get in line. Willow smiled and briefly squeezed Mark’s hand before joining the line of other women. Mark was still Mark, even in these circumstances. Willow found it comforting. It meant that he wasn’t broken. As Mark had predicted, Willow, being blonde, was placed in Mark’s group. Mark was relieved, but of course it was awkward, too. It meant he’d have to have sex with her—his friend’s wife. Not like he could refuse, though, he’d seen what happened to those who didn’t do what they were told. So Mark figured he’d play along, wait for his chance, and take it when it came. He didn’t think he’d probably get more than one chance, so he had to be sure about the one he took. “Thank God, Mark,” Willow said, hugging him. “We’re together.” “Yeah, it’s either a very good thing or a very bad thing. I’ve seen Adam’s temper, I can’t wait to see what he does when he finds out I’ve banged his chick.” Mark smiled faintly, half joking, half serious. Willow took Mark’s hand. “I’m sure he’ll understand.” Burly and a few of the men kept the groups in order, waiting for the final pegs to be driven into the tents. While that job was going on, the groups nervously awaited their next instruction. Mark noticed that they always kept the “entertainment” truck closed until the tent was totally erected. They were more desperate to escape. Burly dude stepped over in front of Mark and grinned evilly. Burly dude didn’t like Mark for some reason. He must have kicked his ass in a previous life. “You ready to rock and roll, pretty boy?” he chuckled, revealing his yellowed teeth. “So Rita decided to keep us working after all, huh?” Mark asked mildly. He didn’t want to provoke the guy. Unfortunately for Mark, the man was easy to provoke, and Mark took a meaty fist to the stomach. Mark doubled over, and was nearly driven to his knees. “Shut your hole!” Burly dude hissed. “Fuck,” Mark whispered. Had he been hit by a man or a train? “Tonight I think Rita would like you to fuck the new girl,” he said gruffly, pointing at Willow. Mark and Willow looked at each other. This was going to happen a lot sooner than either of them had thought. And a lot sooner than they were prepared for. |
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| mdnjr70 | Oct 22 2009, 01:11 PM Post #37 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Rubén/Zeke – Nightmares It had been a long day, an emotional day, a day that Rubén didn’t want to forget, but a part of him hoped he would, he didn’t want to remember their fight or about Tom, it was all too painful. He took one more look in the mirror, putting the toothbrush back in the holder. Rubén clicked off the light and walked into the bedroom, Zeke was already lying there the puppies were bouncing about on the floor, Rubén wasn’t too keen on the idea of the dogs being in the bedroom, but Zeke looked at him and, of course, Rubén had agreed, plus there was no one else in the house, and sense Goliath was here, they were learning quickly that they needed to go outside when they had to use the bathroom. After they got home and after dinner, some vegetable thing that was really tasty, he was pretty sure it was ratatouille, but Zeke wouldn’t really let him watch him cook. It was sort of Zeke’s thing, Rubén went back to the Radio station and lined up a different selection of music and a few general announcements and updates before looping it and locking up the station for the night, the plan was to let it run and go there and do updates and announcements to keep things fresh. He was hoping that they would get help soon, he wasn’t much of a DJ and the idea of running a station wasn’t on his career path, but it needed to be done and he would do it until he could find or get help. He climbed into bed wrapping his arm around Zeke who cuddled right into him, “Did John come by?” Rubén asked looking at Zeke he turned and smiled, “No he’s still out.” Rubén frowned if they hadn’t fought, if he didn’t… “It’s not your fault, you think it is, but it isn’t, things will work out.” Zeke said touching Rubén’s face gently. “I hope so.” Zeke smiled his smile always brought him such peace, “you worry too much.” Rubén couldn’t help but laugh. “If you say so.” They both fell quiet and the darkness of the room slowly turned to light as their eyes adjusted. Rubén let out a relaxing sigh and shifted on the bed. Zeke still cuddled next to him. “They’ll be here soon, not all of them but half of them I think.” He said sleepily. “I know.” Zeke responded rubbing Rubén arm helping him to relax. Rubén closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep not even aware that he had something. **********************************Dreaming****************************** Rubén looked at his hands they were covered in blood and gore a young woman lay there, she was dead; clearly but it has just happened. The sounds of gun fire filled the air, more then once he felt a bullet pass to close to his head. He chocked on the smoke as he looked at another dead young man in front of him, “We need to move now!” A voice said grabbing him at the shoulder, “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Rubén yelled looking at a man he didn’t know, but at the same time felt like he did. “They got the upper hand. The bitch is really good at that.” The man said grabbing him, “There’s nothing you can do for him or her, we need to fall back. NOW!” Another man said grabbing his arm, “Move Rubén.” They both said as another explosion erupted, a building that had been standing was now nothing but fire and ruble. Rubén looked around, he wasn’t in Ankeny, where was he, what were they doing? None of this made any sense…he looked in the sky and saw a couple of choppers fly over head firing weapons. “No this isn’t right…none of this is right.” He yelled at the two men who were literally dragging him off, “we knew this might happen, but we had too.” The one guy said looking at him as they moved through the battle field more people falling back and some charging ahead. Rubén heard screaming and saw both men and women lying dying on the ground. “We need to help them.” He shouted at the two men all but dragging him away, “Rubén they’re the enemy.” Rubén shook his head, “No…they’re people, they’re hurt we have to help them.” The thinner man looked at him, “Dude they just tried to kill you, if it wasn’t for John, you’d be dead. NOW MOVE!” They pulled Rubén to a chopper that had just landed, the two men pushed Rubén into the chopper not paying any attention to his protest, “Get him out of here, he’s in shock.” The one guy said to the man waiting in the chopper. “What about you and Adam?” The man on the chopper said, “We have to go and get them, they still have the girls. I’m not leaving without my wife.” Adam yelled looking at the guy. “Where he goes I go, who wants to live forever.” The taller man said with a grin, “Thanks Alex.” Adam said, “Now get him out of here.” All Rubén could do was sit there, it was a war, a full on war, death, blood, gore, ever terror that man could bring onto himself was going on all around him. “Zeke…where’s Zeke?” Rubén said looking at the man as the chopper started to lift off, “he’s in Ankeny…not happy about any of this, but the council voted, and he had to agree.” Rubén shook his head, “No…we’re not at war…this doesn’t make any sense. What is happening?” The man smiled speaking into the headset, “we’re going to need a medic, have one standing by at the AG, we’re on our way; ETA 45 minutes.” “What is happening?” Rubén demanded, feeling sick how could they be fighting, who where they fighting. There was no council to even have a vote, “Sir I need you to relax, we’re getting you out of here. This isn’t your fight, not anymore.” Before it hit Rubén heard the female pilot yell something he wasn’t sure what it was, but the young man thrust Rubén to the side of the chopper protecting him with his own body, there was a burst of fire and flames and then he felt the chopper start to fall, the last image he saw was the young mans lifeless eyes looking at him. ******************************Awake************************************ “NOOOOOO!!!!!!” Rubén yelled sitting bolt up looking around the room, the images quickly leaving his mind but the terror and fear still there. “No…” Rubén said Zeke awake and looking at him, “It’s ok, it was just a dream, it was just a bad dream.” Tears were running down Rubén face as he started to sob, “So many dead, all regular people, they were dead and dying, blood so much blood.” Zeke looked at Rubén, “It’s all right it was just a dream, we’re safe.” Rubén looked at Zeke, “No. No we’re not.” Rubén was trembling as the images and faces left him, all he remembered at this moment was all the violence and gore and then the explosion. “Rubén I need you to relax, breath alright.” Zeke said, they had only been a sleep for a few hours. Rubén tried to relax, but the pain and the fear were all around him, “It felt so real. I saw them.” Zeke looked at him stroking Rubén’s hair, “who?” Rubén looked at him, “I don’t know, I don’t remember. God Zeke it was awful. There was so much violence and blood.” Zeke frowned, “it was because you got yourself worked up earlier, that’s all, we’re safe here.” Rubén looked at Zeke, “It wasn’t here, I was somewhere else. I don’t know where, but I remember…I remember being in a chopper and getting shot down, a young guy maybe 20 tried to save me his eyes, his eyes, he died trying to save me.” Zeke looked at him and smiled, “I know it seemed real, but it wasn’t, you’ve been here with me and the puppies and Goliath, we’re not at war. You’re home. Safe.” Rubén nodded knowing what Zeke was saying was the truth, “It all seemed so real, like I knew the people, like we were all friends.” Zeke smiled at him kissing his cheek, “it’s alright.” Zeke rested his hand on Rubén’s chest feeling his beating heart, it was still pumping fast. Rubén brushed away the tears from his eyes finally starting to calm down a little, and he felt Zeke’s gentle kiss. “You need to relax. Ok.” Zeke said softly into Rubén’s ear. Rubén nodded taking a couple of breaths. Rubén looked at Zeke, “thanks, but I think it’s easier said then done.” Zeke smiled coyly, “anytime.” He said as he hand started to trail down his chest to Rubén’s waistband. “I think I know how to help you relax.” |
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