Geekby Rebecca Feinerhosen and Damon MayhemPart Four |
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Jenny's room was immaculate. Before she left, Jenny carefully went through and cleaned and polished everything. She dusted and threw away reams of carefully protected writings. Jenny cleaned her room and then she LEFT-left. Locking her door behind her. Jenny walked out the front door like she'd already made the decision to never come back. Her bed was carefully made, the pillow tucked into the sheet. Angel eased around the room. It seamed alien, though nothing of the room was changed really. The absence of his sister was enough to turn the room into a source of anxiety for him. "There's nothing in here Mom." And with one more empty look around, he added "...nothing at all." Angel laid back in bed. What could have been Jenny's intentions in her ritualistic cleansing and abandonment of her room? He remembered the special feeling he had for his sister for old times sake. Spying on Jenny taking a bath. Watching Jenny touch herself. Sadly he remembered, detail by detail, the night when he crept into her room to retrieve her white cotton panties.... Where was Jenny? And why didn't she call before she left for the dorms? This was the question in his mind while he drifted off to sleep. BIFF! A crushing blow to the head. Angel wasn't sure he was awake even. What time was it? He thought, as a stained red curtain dropped over his vision. He couldn't even tell if it was light out or not, but then.... the pain took over. It enclosed his entire head, stemming from a rat trapped spinal cord to the crack that drained his sight and orientation out onto his wet pillowcase. "Did ya git em?" Angel heard a tunnel sound. Hollow and airy. He could hear his own groaning under the tiny shrill voices... "Damnit Dickie! You didn't knock him out yet. I can still hear him groanin." Angel's red veil began to lift from his eyes. On the end of the tunnel of pain and whispers was a thin beautiful figure posing over him with her legs strattling Angel. He caught her in one of those slow motion, post-action stances. Like the image of a spear fisherman withdrawing a prize catch from the bosom of the sea. Only her spear was in the shape of a mini golf club. Angel opened his mouth to call Dickie's name. His hand reached out for her pretty face, but no voice came. His lungs were flooding with a salty fluid, and his voice was reduced to bubbles and vomit. Only one thought stirred in his head. Why did I vomit this morning? "Hit him again!" Jenny's giggly voice ordered from the corner of her brother's room. "You hear that you FUCK Angel? Hit him again Dickie!" Dickie girl had that fire in her eyes again. Just past Angel's outstretched hand was Dickie's most twisted of smiles. The one that was wild and untamed. The one he saw from the inside the refrigerated flower case at Food Mart. He remembered falling in love with her puckering lips as she smiled through the frost on the glass. And that smile. She flashed it back at him again, just turning away from Jenny's encouragement. Her sweaty palms gripping and then regripping her fingers around the padded club handle in preparation. She means to finish the job. He could see it on her sexy smile. It was the look of a monster in the very climax of her evil. He had an erection when the club fell again. "Take it like a man Tuvok." Dickie girl laughed as she put her shoulders into the swing. "I release your Vulcan blood from the Pon Far!" The club hit Angel's hand first. SMACK. And broke both the fuck finger and the ring finger simultaneously against his forehead. She slowly dragged the clubhead from the bloody crater it made against Angel's face. She wanted a good look at how precise her blow was. Angel looked as if he had been hit head-on by a wrecking ball. He was barely waving his knees between her blood splattered thighs. His tongue was swelling, and the club pulled a line of blood from his shattered nose to the edge of the bed. That blow had shut him up. Dickie girl nodded in satisfaction of her evil doings, and threw Jenny an eerie sweet look. Like a good little 15 year old should look in the presence of her first love. "Hey Jenny." Dickie directed her voice towards the vengeful Jenny who was still standing in the corner of her brother's room amidst the wormlike tangle of Playstation cords. "He doesn't look like the kind to wear your undies." Jenny frowned from the darkness, then threw herself on the foot of the bed next to Dickie girl. Dickie's legs buckled under the disturbance of the mattress, but she caught her ballence by leaning the golf club square into Angel's chest. Jenny was fueled by her need to prove her claim. "Oh yeah?" she challenged, grabbing Angel's beltline. "What do you call these?" And she yanked the waist of Angel's tan trousers down enough to reveal her dirty cotton panties still inside out against her brother's hips. |
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