"Fuck… fuck… " Charlie Hagger grunted through clenched teeth trying to milk more speed from the convertible. Enough speed to outrun the visions in his head. It wasn't working. What the fuck had she done to him… white fuckin' bitch… shit… had to get away… chill, then he'd show her ass… Swerving onto Vincent and 12th he nearly sideswiped on oncoming pick up fulla wetbacks. Their shouted curses went unheard by Charlie anyway.
Being thrown about in the back seat, Two-D yelled for Charlie to slow the hell down. His head was still throbbing where that black bitch had clubbed him with a damn lamp. Scratch was curled up on the floor, holding what was left of his hand, muttering.
"We gotta get 'im to a hospital… he's bleedin' all over the fuckin' place back here." Charlie ignored him focusing on nothing. Great great fuckin' great he was completly wacked… this was a total cluster fuck. Now the big ass leather dyke Bomber was problably lookin' for him too. Last guy fucked with her was still walkin' funny… looked for awhile like he wasn't gonna walk at all. Silk was not paying enough for this shit. Man… man… what the hell was he gonna do…
"Charlie man… stop the fuckin' car ok man! STOP the fucker!" He lunged for the wheel, got an elbow in the face for the trouble. He fell back, blood rushing from his nose. It distracted Charlie enough so the car swerved from the road and into a wall. Sparks flew as it scraped along the wall, metal sheiking and came to rest against a light post. For a moment everything was silent.
T-D got it together first, sitting up as he heard the click of high heels on concrete. For a frantic moment he thought Bomber but that was impossible. Looking over the doorway,he saw her. She was tall and lean, dark skinned. Not like a nigger… but Dark… black, light fell into it. She was in leathers, tight mini skirt, tied with tigh laces at the sides, a bomber jacket over a tattered half shirt, so torn as to be little more than a decoration. Nothing beneath. Her breasts swayed with her easy gait. She had long red hair framing a lean face, attractive, but he didn't want to look at it. It was… was… hungry… what was the word, predatory… yeah. Her eyes were covered with wraparound mirrorshades. Where the hell was everybody… the street was empty for as far as he could see in both directions.
She reached the side of the car. "Nice parking job, Charlie… " Her voice was a smooth purr. It vibrated in your head and made all manner of unspoken promises. Charlie looked up. Another bitch… another one in his face…
"She scared you bad… didn't she, Charles… and that wasn't right, was it… not the way it should be with someone so big and strong…"
Scratch moaned. "Bleedin… cut me… oh god… I don't wanna die… God… please…"
The woman looks back. "He's not listening, Scratch… stopped a while ago."
Charlie drew himself fully upright, "What do you know… ya don't know nothin'…"
She smiled. "A little girl… so pretty so sweet and so, so used… used in many delightful ways…" Charlie screamed and threw a punch. The woman didn't move, didn't seem to but her hand was just in the way of Charlie's meaty fist. She held it. His bones creaked and he bit back a scream. She shoved him back, sending him sprawling.
"But it wasn't that, was it… that really galled you… really got ya by the nuts… it was the fact you enjoyed it, didn't you… being so helpless and used… being fucked."
Charlie tried to form a responce but only gaped. A sob tore from him then another and he completely broke down. "Yes… yes… and you can never forgive her for that… can you… for making you face the truth. I understand, she has hurt me in much the same way." She reached up and removed the shades. Her eyes were crimson, feiry globes.
"Victims aren't we all?" Charlie stared at her, horrified, fascinated. "I can help you Charlie… help you make her pay." She smiled. Her teeth were sharp needle like. "And… as a one time bonus offer… I'm gonna take your friends too…"
NO! 2-D mentally screamed, scrambling over the side of the car. He knew what she was… what the hell she was talkin' about. All the religion stuff, he thought it was crap… all if it… but this was right in his fuckin' face. Angels… Heaven… Hell, and she was not gettin' him. Babbling an incoherent prayer, he scrambled up and ran… ran for everything he had. Behind him, she laughed. He'd be back. They always come to us in the end.