Chaotic Oddities

by Ledger, John

  VI.

  “What the fuck is that?” Elijah yelled, as he jumped off of Selene and to his feet. She noticed he was quicker than a cat.

  “That’s my friend. He’s found me.”

  “Your friend made that noise?”

  “Yes. He’s a werewolf.”

  “You’re fucking shitting me, right?”

  “Go see for yourself if you don’t believe me. I wouldn’t advise it though. He’ll definitely kill you.”

  “Don’t be so sure about that, gorgeous.” Elijah smiled, as he left the bedroom with Selene right behind him. They made their way downstairs, and there he was, entering the living room. Selene noticed two senior citizens, dead on the couch, their throats ripped open. Elijah saw her looking at them from the corner of his eye, as he squared off against the werewolf.

  “Don’t worry, I did that. It wasn’t your furry friend here.” Elijah ran towards Malice and jumped above him, onto his head. Before Malice knew it, the stranger was on his back, slashing at him with razor sharp nails. It hurt a little bit, but the stranger was more of an annoyance than anything. Malice grabbed a hold of him and tossed him like a football, through the living room window.

  Selene was screaming at Malice by this point, but he had already lunged through the hole he created, ready to kill. Selene found the front door and made her way outside to the front lawn, only to find Elijah on her friend's back again. He seemed to be wearing Malice down a little bit this time, but not for long. Eventually, Elijah was tossed across the yard, but he landed on his feet, blood dripping from his mouth and hands, staring at the wolf again. This time, Malice was the one to charge in for an attack, but Elijah just stood there. Selene had seen enough. She stepped in front of Elijah in order to stop Malice, but it was too late. Malice had already jumped toward them with his claws swinging at the stranger. He came down on top of them, as they all crashed to the ground. Elijah was already back on his feet and so was Malice, but Selene wasn’t moving. She was out cold.

  “You killed her, man.” Elijah said, as he checked for a pulse. “She’s not breathing.”

  Malice growled as he moved towards Elijah, ready to finish him off.

  “I can save her. I can’t if you kill me. She’ll be dead. It’s up to you, fur ball.”

  Malice stopped and looked down at his fallen master. He took a step back and waited. He knew he had no other choice than to let the stranger attempt to save her life.

  “Good boy.” Elijah laughed as he got on top of Selene and stuck his fangs deep into her neck. Malice was about ready to kill him, until he saw Selene start to move. Elijah stood up and her eyes opened as she sat back up. Malice couldn’t believe it, and in wolf form, wasn’t fully comprehending what had just happened. Selene went to Elijah immediately and finished the kiss they’d started earlier. More police were on their way, evident by the approaching sirens. None of the trio was concerned about that though. The two vampire lovers waited, with their big, bad pet wolf, under the lunatic moon.

  The Yard Sale

  Every neighborhood has that strange family that people tend to be afraid of. Here on Kennedy Street, in Marinville, Pennsylvania, that honor went to the Hughes family. Becky, or Kitty, as her friends called her, was the head of their clan. Her two sons, Jim and Tony, were complete opposites. Jim was tall with long blonde hair and a beard. He was the serious, smart one of her children. Tony was short and bald, covered in tattoos, and loved his death metal. That was the only thing the brothers had in common - their love for loud music.

  Becky’s daughter, Dani, was the bad one. All of her children were adults, but Dani had been a problem since day one. She was the baby and Becky almost died giving birth to her. She was in labor for seventy four hours and had to have her thyroid gland removed afterward. From that point on, it was one problem after another with Dani as she grew up. By the age of seven, she had already started torturing animals and setting fires for fun. Becky realized her boys were no angels, constantly getting into trouble themselves and getting kicked out of schools. But Dani was evil and enjoyed hurting people. Now, Becky was nearing sixty years old, and her family had formed quite a lucrative business over the years.

  She sat in the living room with her boyfriend, Lex, as her children showed up ready for their next job. Dani headed straight for the fridge, opened a beer and downed half of it immediately. Tony sat down in the recliner and lit up a cigarette, and Jim remained standing, awaiting his mother’s orders.

  “Now that you’re all here, we can begin. The job needs done tonight. We got a special request from a repeat customer. And he pays well, so don’t fuck it up.”

  “Who’s the repeat customer?” Tony asked.

  “You don’t need to know that. You three don’t meet the customers. That’s my gig.” Lex chimed in.

  “Fuck you, Lex.” Tony mumbled, flicking ashes all over the place.

  “Watch the damn carpet, you jackass!” Becky yelled, as she stood up and handed a photograph along with a piece of paper with an address on it to Jim.

  “Let me see.” Dani said, making her way over to her big brothers. “Oh, she’s hot. Check her out, Tony.”

  “Holy shit, you ain’t kidding?” Tony started howling like a wolf. “We’re gonna have some fun with her.

  “No, you’re not. None of you. You do that job and that’s it.” Becky ordered.

  “Yes, Mother.” Tony and Dani replied in unison.

  “Jim, I’m counting on you to keep these two in line.” Becky kissed him on his cheek.

  “Who’s gonna keep him in line?” Lex laughed, scooping popcorn from a bowl in his lap, feeding his face, as he surfed through the channels on the television. Jim turned the TV off and faced the couch.

  “Don’t worry, Mother. I can handle it. And fuck off, Lex.”

  “Fuck you, asshole.” Lex yelled, jumping up from the couch, spilling popcorn all over the place. Tony was out of the recliner in a second and at his brother’s side. Dani already had a switchblade in her hand, as she moved closer to Lex.

  “Knock it off. Knock it off right now. All of you. You three, get the hell out and do your job. And you, you jackass. Clean up this fucking mess.” Becky stormed off to the kitchen to get a drink as her children exited the house quietly. Lex cleaned up his mess, mumbling to himself the whole time.

  “I hear you in there, ya damn fool.” Becky reminded him. “I’m not done with you yet. We got plenty of time till they get back. So when you’re done making my room look nice and clean, you can bring your skinny little ass up to my bedroom. I got some more work for you to do.”

  “Yes, dear. I’ll be right up.”

  “Oh, I know you will.” Becky laughed, as she made her way upstairs. It was going to be a long night for Lex.

  II.

  They took Jim’s van, and it was past midnight when they showed up at the address. The house was a nice ranch home and there was only supposed to be one person inside. Their target, a woman named Meghan. As they parked across the street, they noticed two cars in the driveway.

  “Is somebody else here?” Tony asked from the backseat.

  “How the fuck should we know? Maybe the bitch has two cars. She’s obviously a rich little cunt.” Dani laughed. She was excited. She only wished that she could truly do whatever she wanted to the woman inside.

  “Alright, let’s go.” Jim opened the door and started walking towards the house. Dani and Tony followed suit, rushing to catch up. They both had their knives in hand while their brother carried the bag. They made their way around the side of the house and hopped a fence to get into the backyard. Jim stopped and looked around in all directions. After he was sure the coast was clear, he addressed his siblings quietly.

  “Okay. Here’s the masks. Put em’ on.” Jim reached into the bag and pulled out three ski masks. Dani and Tony both crouched, setting their blades down momentarily, as they covered their faces. Jim joined them and put the bag on his back. All three of them were wearing black and carrying blades, ready to
work.

  “Let’s do this shit.” Jim said, as they headed towards the patio door.

  III.

  Meghan was so happy not to be spending another Friday night alone. Kit was just the company she needed. He didn’t try to hit on her, and he didn’t make her feel bad about herself. Sure, he was a guy, but he was just a friend. And that’s what she needed more than anything right now. Meghan was well aware that she was a gorgeous looking, twenty-five-year-old with no financial problems in sight. Ever. But that was only thanks to her father leaving her everything when he died. Meghan herself had accomplished nothing with her life other than one failed relationship after another and mastering the art of loneliness.

  Tonight though, she was perfectly content staying in with her friend Kit and watching his favorite movie Robocop. He rambled on about stuff that she didn’t understand while they drank wine, and that was fine with her. He was happy and full of energy; it made her happy. A little too happy actually, she ended up realizing. Meghan was feeling the alcohol and noticed that she started thinking about Kit making love to her. She excused herself to the kitchen in order to clear her head. More wine was the last thing she needed, but she had to be alone for a minute. The thoughts of Kit undressing her quickly vanished, as she entered the kitchen. Meghan dropped her glass as she saw them. Walking right in through the patio door.

  “Don’t move a muscle, bitch!” Dani yelled, approaching Meghan with her knife pointed at her chest. Meghan was scared to death as she stood there, defenseless, in front of the three intruders. Jim took the bag off his back and set it on a counter, opening it, as he rummaged through it before finally pulling out a hood and a pair of handcuffs.

  “What’s going on here?” Kit cried out, running into the kitchen. He was immediately silenced by Tony coming up behind him and putting his blade up to his throat.

  “Please, don’t hurt us.” Meghan cried. “Take whatever you want, but just leave us alone.”

  “Shut up.” Dani snapped, as she slapped Meghan hard across the face. “We’re not gonna hurt you. Somebody paid good money for your sweet little ass.”

  “What do we do with him?” Tony asked, looking at his brother, Jim, who shrugged his shoulders and simply responded, “Kill him.”

  Kit’s throat being sliced open was the last thing Meghan saw before a hood was placed over her head. She cried even louder as they placed the handcuffs on her. Jim looked at Dani as he spoke. “Watch her while we load the van. Then we go.”

  “Oh, I’ll watch her alright.” Dani laughed, as her brothers headed off further into the house to collect any valuables worth selling. As soon as they were out of sight, Dani decided to have some fun with Meghan. “You sure are a pretty little thing, aren’t you? I hate bitches like you. How about we take a look and see what’s so special about you. I already saw your face and I gotta admit, you’re just as hot as some of those bitches in Hollywood. Let’s see what you got going on under here though.” Dani sliced Meghan’s blouse open and roughly yanked her bra down until one of her breasts was exposed. Meghan was terrified. She didn’t try to fight back; she didn’t say a word. She just kept crying.

  “Well, look at that. You’re just about fucking perfect, aren’t you? I sure wish my tits looked like that.” Dani pinched Meghan’s nipple with her free hand until she cried out in pain, begging her to stop. Dani stopped and laughed, but she was far from done yet.

  “Turn around and lean over the counter now.” Dani ordered. Meghan listened because she was afraid not to, as the maniac behind her began reaching up under her skirt. First, she grabbed a hold of Meghan’s ass before using the knife again to cut her panties off. “Now, I’m really gonna have some fun with you, bitch.”

  “What are you doing?” Jim yelled, as he and Tony came back into the kitchen to find the woman bent over the counter with Dani, about a second away from sticking the handle of her knife inside her.

  “I was just gonna have some fun. You two were taking too long.”

  “The van is loaded. Let’s go.” He replied.

  Meghan was led outside, unable to see, hands cuffed behind her back, her breast hanging out and her panties left behind. They tossed her into the van, and the next thing she knew, she was on her way to a destination unknown. She had a feeling things were about to get much worse, and she was right.

  IV.

  When Meghan woke up, she was still blindfolded. She wasn’t handcuffed anymore, but her current situation wasn’t any better. She was standing and her hands were now tied above her with ropes connected to something. To make matters worse, she was now completely naked. She had no clue where she was, but the thoughts of Kit being murdered came racing back through her mind, as she began crying again. Before she had a chance to think about anything else, a voice interrupted her.

  “Oh, don’t start that shit. They told me you were a crybaby when they brought you back, but I ain’t gonna put up with that shit.”

  Meghan immediately noticed this voice was different than that of any of the three intruders in her house, and that realization frightened her even more.

  “I bet you’re wondering where you are and who I am, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. Please, just let me go, I won’t tell anybody. I have money. I can pay you.”

  Lex laughed. “Quit your begging, it ain’t gonna get you nowhere. I’m the guy that gets to watch you until the person that paid for you comes to pick you up.”

  “Paid for me for what? What are they going to do with me?”

  “Honey, I don’t know, and I don’t give a shit. You’re nothing more than merchandise to me. And, you’re bought and paid for. In the meantime though, we’re gonna have us some fun, just you and me.”

  Lex walked up to her and took the hood off her head, as she finally got to see for the first time in several hours. She noticed she was in a garage and sure enough, her hands were tied to a beam above her head. The man in front of her wore a ski mask like his cohorts, only he had no shirt on and a pair of blue jeans.

  “You are one hot piece of ass, that’s for sure. I don’t know if you’re worth the money that was paid for you, but hey, it’s not my money. Now, you see, I was told I’m not allowed to touch you, and God knows, if my woman found out, my ass would be out on the street. But guess what, I don’t see her or anyone else here to stop me. Do you?”

  “No.” was all Meghan said, as she stared at the man, noticing his multiple tattoos.

  “That’s a good girl. You’re learning quickly.” Lex took off his jeans and his underwear, and Meghan couldn’t help but notice that he was more than ready to go. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and there wasn’t a thing she could do to stop it.

  “Now, I promise this won’t hurt much. Or maybe it will? Just in case you’re a screamer though, we gotta take care of that. Open wide.”

  Meghan had to fight back the urge to vomit, as Lex shoved his underwear in her mouth as a gag. He disappeared behind her and a few seconds later, he was inside her, grunting and thrusting as he raped her. He came inside her and left the gag in her mouth, as he sat down and lit up a cigarette, smiling at her. This cycle continued several times throughout the night, until he finally wore himself out, and Meghan cried herself to sleep.

  V.

  Two years later….

  “Okay, Meghan, so the last time we had a session, we left off at the man raping you in what you believe was a garage. Would you like to continue from there?”

  “I don’t believe it was a garage, Dr. Hickman, I know it was a garage. I said I thought it was at the time. Now, I know it was.”

  “Okay, so you know it was a garage. You can call me Kyle, by the way. I want you to think of me as a friend instead of a physician.”

  “Okay, Dr. Kyle.” She smiled, as she leaned back on the leather couch. “I hope you have a lot of time, because I’ve got plenty to talk about.”

  “We have all the time in the world. I get paid by the hour, so we’re in no hurry here.”

  “I can
tell you whatever I want and it stays between us?”

  “Absolutely, Meghan. Your secrets are safe here.”

  “Well then, whenever you want to press the little red button there, I can get started.”

  “I’m ready when you are.” Doctor Hickman pressed record, and the session was underway.

  “Okay. Well, as I said before, my name is Meghan Oliver. I’m twenty-seven-years-old, and I live here in Marinville, Pennsylvania with my two-year-old son, Russel.”

  “Let me stop you there. I don’t want you to tell me anything that you’re not comfortable talking about Meghan, but we can skip the introductions. I have all of that from our last session. If you would like to continue where we left off last time, that’s up to you. You can talk about whatever you desire.”

  “Okay, so after the garage. That’s what you want to know, right?”

  “I want to know whatever you want me to know. Whatever you feel the need to discuss. Can I ask you a question about Russel?”

  “My son? Sure. What do you want to ask me?”

  “Well, this may be a hard question. Who is the father, Meghan? Do you know?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe the guy from the garage, maybe not. I guess I should continue my story.”

  “Only if you want to. But if you do, yes. What happened after you fell asleep in the garage?”

  “Okay, after the garage. Well, the next time I woke up, I was still naked. I was in a bed this time, though. I wasn’t blindfolded or tied up, but I still couldn’t move. I was obviously drugged somehow. I could see, but I couldn’t move my head or anything else, and of course, I was still naked. Later on, I would come to discover that apparently the man who purchased me was named Daniel, and he bought me as a birthday present for his bisexual boyfriend, Rich. I’ll spare you the details because I can do without reliving the incident myself. Let’s just say I was raped again, several times actually, by this Rich guy, while his boyfriend Daniel pleasured himself in the corner, as he cheered his lover on. When they were done with me, they blindfolded me and loaded me into a vehicle before dropping me off on the side of the road like a piece of trash. Once I could finally move, I took the blindfold off to discover I was literally in my own front yard. So there you have it, Doc, the father of my child could be the scumbag from the garage or the other guy. I’ll never know now.”