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A VP, Part Seven

by Tully

I

BLAM!

An explosion exploded by my ears. I reached up and around and everything, and Marla groaned and coughed on all fours next to me, and the explosion echoed down the tunnel, and this big, fucking bastard stood outside the cell with a gun. His face was in shadow but I could tell he had no hair. His head was shaped like an anvil. His body looked deformed like an overcooked meatball.

“You wee?” he grunted.
I didn’t know what he was talking about. Marla wouldn’t stop coughing.
“You Eee?!”
“No!” cried Marla.
“Figger trap two ‘ya from chatter,” he jawed. He talked as stupid as he sounded. “Not so pretty now, eh?”

I shook from the sounds of many footsteps behind the bars. Suddenly, the freak was surrounded by many hooded, high-pitched wheezing, drooling monsters. They all faced the cell, apparently obeying the freak.

“But yer not a monster like her, are ya?” he blubbered at me. “Don’t gotta shoot ya. And I git to shoot yer friends when they get here.”
Marla spat at the ground, and I smelled blood.
“GIT!” he pointed back down the tunnel, and half of his goons shuffled in that direction. “No surprises from behinds, heh heh hah hah ha!”
“Fuck you, freak!” I yelled.
“Tully, don’t!” Marla pleaded.
“HAH HAH HAH heh heh heh! Go on! Keep cryin’! Cry ’til yer blue! Cry ’til yer blue…. cry ’til yer blue, she’ll paint ya red! Hah heh heh heh!”

I was running out of time. Marla wouldn’t stop bleeding.

“How ya feel, pretty boy? Not makin’ money, are ya? Not joyin’ those pretty zossies, are ya?”
I crawled to where Marla lied.
“Eh!” the freak loudly cocked his pistol. “No touchin’! Wait ’til she touches you, pretty boy!”
“I’m not a pretty boy!”
“Pretty boy! hah hah haha!” he taunted.
“What does that make you? This isn’t justice! Your brotherhood is supposed to bring justice!”

He stopped laughing and cocked his head. “Justiss? JUSTISS?!” He suddenly grabbed his trouser waist and pulled it down around his ankles. Where there should have been a crotch there was a massive scar. “Look a’ me!” he belched, “this justiss? This right what you did me?”
“But I didn’t do that!”
“SHE DID!” he roared, “One sad year ago, I pictured her pretty zossies. She broke my picture! She broke me! She broke justiss!”
It struck me. “You’re Harry Beecher!”

-
II

“Creechah, now!” he snapped, “Not Harry, not Beecher no more! You cut me from Harry! You know whas’ like one year with no cock? No joy! No brains either!”

“But!” I stopped myself. He wanted Raven, not Marla. I doubted he cared at this point, especially while he pulled his pants back up.

“Creechah watches pretty monsters eat pretty boys,” he said, “Creechah shoots them ’til they’re hungry! Creechah laughs at their pain! Creechah joys the pretty zossies before they die! And you! Yer takin’ too long!”

BLAM BLAM
His shots sent Marla onto her back in agony. I had to escape this cell!
“Go on!” goaded the Creechah, “Feed! He’s waitin’ for ya!”

She squirmed her legs and rolled her head back and forth. I pitied her terribly. Dread far surpassed my pity, though. She could take the pain but eventually she had to do what he wanted.

“Shawna!” she cried, “master! Where are you?”
Blood pooled in substantial quantity.
“I don’t want to hurt him! I can’t!”
“DO IT!” screamed the Creechah.
BLAM CHCK CHCK

His imperious assault drained Marla to the pit. His pistol failed to fire more. He turned to his slaves, “gun.” All of them stared at him, stupefied. “GUN!” He bouldered through one of their cheeks and seized a weapon. The light unhappily eulogized Chtara, one of my nicer customers from yesterday, and how pitifully she fell. The high-pitched wheezing from her fellow monsters dawned upon me as well. They all were yesterday’s customers!

“TURN!” BLAM
Marla gasped frantically. She could take the pain no longer!
“Marla,” I tried in vain to comfort her. Yet, I dared not approach for fear of getting shot.

“CORA!!”

Upon her cry, her writhing decreased. She breathed heavily. The creatures stirred, gaping and wheezing. I thought maybe she had calmed herself despite the damage to her body.
Then, she rose to her feet like a corpse rising from a grave. Her black clothes masked her wounds except the inimitable sheen of blood against the light.
“Thassit!” rejoiced the Creechah, “Heh he heh hah hah hah!”

-
III

They say that the mind is the greatest erogenous zone in the human body (a familiar brevity possessed me, by the way). My assiduous vampiric predator opened her eyes, the infernal portals of doom, upon me! I knew well her gaze, and I registered its perversion. No sensual pleasure conducted forth. It glowed instead like smoldering embers near a dried heap of twigs. It loomed like the final stroke of the clock before the end of days. Yet, her femininity softened every other facial feature. Yes, blood trailed below her hellish eyes. Yes, her eyebrows furrowed with human reluctance. Yes, her lips parted uncertainly as though her speech hinged on a question she did not need to ask.

No rational impetus for my arousal proceeded from this monster but arousal persisted! I pined for her approach. I wanted her arms to wrap like serpentine coils around my skull. She needed me as well. No, she needed me more than I needed her! She sized me up like a lioness on all four haunches, ready to incapacitate its prey.
 I collapsed backwards.

Creecher continued to laugh behind the bars. Marla, in all her beauty, took on his twisted machination. She stepped toward me at last, provoking shriller laughter from the ogre. Her movements jerked apprehensively like the tugs of puppet strings.

“Marla,” I found myself beginning, shifting backwards, “you’re beautiful as violet perfection. I know you can hear me.”
She took another step, and her gaze attended to me.
“Take your time as to not retire too quickly,” I fearfully reasoned.

She angled her stride as to illuminate her feet with the light behind her. Creechah became hysterical. Even in her monstrous state, she remembered how best to approach me! And she smiled!

Each step gradually descended her toes to the ground. Barren of polish, they innocently curled and creased, drawing their master towards me. Only their deliberate slowness delayed her coming. My heart pounded simultaneously, praising the source of its excitement. Could my pleasure have accelerated her hunt? It seemed to me the ploy of a practiced predator to coax the call that brought her tooth to flesh!

My back closed against the earthen wall behind me. If these really were my last moments, I wanted Marla’s beauty to bless my departure from this world. It seemed fitting that beauty and my lust for it both secured my doom.

Marla raised her foot and pinned me at my chest. Her little body exerted tremendous pressure! I squirmed to ease myself from her step. She pressed down again, again, again, seizing my shirt with her toes, gripping, twisting. I felt an amorous, violent procedure coming on, coaxing the lowliest pleasures from my loins. I wanted to see Cora. I wanted to see the sunlight, or the trees. I also wanted to Marla to squeeze away all the blood from my body like a grape underfoot.

She finally kicked in my gut and choked the wind out of me. I fell onto my side, half-conscious and hardly breathing.

“Thassit! Thassit!” praised the Creechah. “Now, finish him!”
I gazed into the light, the light of all good things as obscured by the darkness in my heart. Marla lowered herself upon me and lifted my head in her cold hands. She eclipsed my last semblance of goodness.

“RAAAAAAAAARRR!!”

Marla stopped upon the echo of a shriek from beyond the bars. Creechah also stopped laughing. Clumsy, rushed footsteps scuffled from where the noise came from. Suddenly, Creechah began bellowing: “whaddya doin? get off! get off me!” Marla relinquished my head and rabidly fled to the bars.

The same goons that Creechah sent down the tunnel came back and attacked him!
-

IV

So, while Creechah was getting attacked by mad bitches, Marla called “we’re in here! we’re in here!” My vision came back and I felt my gut a beaten egg. They kept fighting beyond the bars, and Marla kept calling.

I stood up and limped toward her. “Marla?”
She turned her head and snarled ravenously, eyes red with evil, and teeth gnashed like an animal! I backed the fuck away, and she called again, “Shawna!”

Creechah started shooting, and some of the poor girls fell. When he ran out of bullets, he began swinging his mammoth arms to hold them off, wailing: “Why? Why you hittin’ me? Stoppit!”

I saw a key swinging around his neck. Marla apparently saw it too because she started reaching out through the bars maybe to grab it in the confusion. As long as she stayed away from me…

Suddenly, another shriek echoed down the tunnel but it was different. It sounded like an owl or fisher cat, some kind of creature about to fight or fly. The remaining girls grabbed Creechah and brought him to his knees. He panted pathetically. A black cloak dashed toward our cell from down the tunnel. Creechah struggled more frantically, “no, no, no, no, no!” The cloak took a shining blade from its side. In one final scream, Creechah’s head slammed against the bars, and his decapitated body fell, dead.

Marla backed away from the bars. Her shoulders heaved up and down with breaths of excitement. Our hero, the black cloak, appeared to be looking toward the bars. It bellowed a muffled scream with words I did not catch. It turned around. Someone else was coming down the tunnel but I couldn’t see passed Marla.

“Meqara!” a voice called, “give us the key!”
“No,” Marla, in all her pernicious monstrosity, glared at me with the key in her hand, “now, you’re all mine!”

“Meqara, no! Ni, open this cell!”

While they clanged against the bars of the cell, my voracious perversity approached me again. No longer playful, she clawed the earth to cut off my escape. Something like joy twinkled in her teeth.

Then, she spat a bullet at me! It clinked against my head before it fell. “You didn’t help the spider, my little bloat fly,” she grotesquely said, before spitting another shot, dazing me, “but you can repair the damage to my web!”

“Marla, stop!” cried her master, “we’re here! we’re here!”

I backed into the wall once again. She grabbed my sides and flung me to the center of the cell. Mortal panic seized me, and the harbinger of my demise descended upon me, growling: “you have no idea what real longing is!”

I never screamed harder in all my life…