Saturday, July 23, 2011

Spanner Chapter 8: Rip Her to Shreds (Revision 3)

Chapter 7

Chaos Angel Spanner — Book 1: Rock City Blues
Chapter 8: Rip Her to Shreds (Revision 3)

The events leading up to one of the major turning points of the series. This chapter ended up being easily divisible into six different chapters (plus one Interlude); thus it was during the editing of this chapter that I realized I’d be doing the third draft differently. But that deserves an entire post of its own...

Third Revision Update: The order of sections in this and Chapter 7 has changed, with the Second Revision’s 8.1 now in its proper place as 7.1, and the former 7.6 taking its place here. Leila’s role is now greatly expanded, as she is really the star of this chapter (as the chapter and Parts 3 and 6 titles should tell you), though I neglected that when I posted the Second Revision. The plot is now much stronger, as a major turning point deserves. Thus ends the first “light novel” of Spanner Book 1.

Table of Contents:
  1. Seize the Day (July 16, 2011, revised 10/13/11)
  2. Freddy’s Revenge (July 17, 2011, revised 10/22/11)
  3. Breaking Up the Girl (July 18, 2011, revised 10/22/11)
  4. No Blood, No Foul (July 19, 2011, revised 10/22/11)
  5. The Slasher Hunters (July 20, 2011, revised 10/22/11)
  6. Closer to the Edge of Night (July 21, 2011, revised 10/22/11)
  7. Interlude 6: Total Eclipse of the Heart (July 22, 2011)

The introduction to the original chapter from the first draft, originally called “Better Living Through Chemistry,” is pretty much inaccurate now, given the amount of rearranging I’ve been doing since Chapter 6 in the second draft:
I only got around to outlining this chapter before I burned out on AugNoWriMo for the third consecutive year [i.e., 2010]. The name is one of the first I came up with for the original Spanner comic, back in the late 1990s; the final scene (before the Interlude) is one of the first scenarios I scripted for the proposed manga back in the early ’00s. (Another scene I wrote during that period is the one in which she wakes up with Dexter.) As I ended up actually writing it, it’s bookended by two of the series’ biggest turning points. Like Chapter 7, it turned out to be a “theme” episode, though still entirely within the plot. Of course, I had to throw Shira’s birthday into the mix, with a surprise new character...

Stick around as the plot darkens...
Chapter 9

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Spanner 9.1: The Morning After

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Chaos Angel Spanner — Chapter 9: The Girl You Want
Part 1: The Morning After (Revision 3)

Social progress can be measured by the social position of the female sex.
Karl Marx

There is always some madness in love.
But there is also always some reason in madness.

Friedrich Nietzsche

22 september 2014.
daybreak.
It is a dark and stormy night. Leila struggles against the strong wind. She feels that she has always been struggling against the wind. Suddenly she realizes that there’s a monster following her. Right now he is the size of a man. But he is growing. When she sees him, she realizes with a shock that she is dreaming.

Wherever she goes, the monster finds her. And it grows even bigger. She hides inside a building. The monster grows yet bigger still; he tears the building off its foundation and throws it away. He reaches down and grabs her in his hand. She struggles in the hand of a giant. And the monster becomes a Spectre in the form of a huge man in dark glasses, and — Shira suddenly appears in Leila’s dream

“Leila, watch out! He’s Traced you!”

Shira steals the dark glasses from Henry Becket’s face and throws them behind her. His ice blue eyes go wide. She lights up brighter than a thousand suns. He screams in pain like a demon-tortured sinner at the sight of the light. Leila activates her Shield and Repulses him into the next dimension—

—and they wake up together, locked into a tight embrace. The bright morning sun smiles upon them through the window blinds. Leila’s eyes are wide in shock. Shira stares deep into them. They remain motionless, staring at each other, wrapped in each other’s arms, for what seems an eternity.

Leila’s body begins to tremble. Her face takes on an expression of sweet agony. Then she closes her eyes, pulls Shira close, holds her as tight as she can, and kisses her more passionately than she has ever kissed anyone in her young life.

In the shower, Shira soaps Leila’s body slowly with her hands, over and over, at first to make her smooth white skin clean and shiny, but soon enough simply for pleasure. Leila sighs, “I’m sorry...”

“All that matters is that you’re here with me now.”

“I don’t wanna live for myself anymore. I gave you my heart, my soul, and my body. I belong to you. From now on, I wanna live only for you.”

Shira gets down on her knees and kisses Leila’s right breast. Leila squeals then giggles. “What about Oliver?”

Leila grins maliciously. “Fuck Oliver. I want him to know about us. I want him to know that I belong only to you. I want that worm to squirm.”

“I bet he’ll run to Grampa Wally and tell on you like the spoiled brat he is.”

She brings Shira up to her feet and kisses her sweet soft lips. “I don’t care if the whole world knows. Let them freak. Let Jesus America try to kill us. I belong to you, not him or Grampa Wally.”

“Would you even be willing to kill for our love?”

“O love of my life, for you I’d gladly destroy the world.”

school lobby. “Say, weren’t you dead?” says the wide-eyed front-door guard when he sees Leila arrive with Shira, Jennifer, and Polly.

“I don’t look dead,” Leila replies, “if that’s what you mean.”

The guard says nothing more and lets her in with the group. Once they pass the front door into the lobby, Leila holds out her hand so Shira can hold it. Shira takes it and smiles at her. Leila beams happily back. They walk hand in hand into the lobby.

When Fiona spots Leila, she screams and throws herself into her sister’s arms. “Leila!” she sobs. “Why do you keep doing this to me?”

Leila holds Fiona as tight as she can and cries. “I’m sorry. I hurt too much.” Fiona kisses her gently on the lips. Shira embraces Fiona from behind and kisses her on the cheek. They attract a crowd of classmates, either happy that Leila survived or curious about her self-destructive reputation. Rob pushes his way through the crowd, puts his arms around his sisters, and cries together with them.

cafeteria. Charmian and her sister Christian confer with Bart. “I hope you girls have brought me good news,” says Bart.

“She just threw herself off the bridge last night,” Christian replies proudly.

“Good. That dirty whore’s out of our hair at last.”

Shira laughs at them.

Bart and the Fleer sisters look back to see Shira grinning at them in triumph. Leila stands next to her, alive, glaring at the Fleer sisters with absolute hatred. Fiona stands behind them. Shira has her arm around Leila. “I saved her myself. You lose.”

Leila tries to rush the group when Fiona grabs her from behind. “Leila! Please don’t!” Leila falls limp in her sister’s arms and lets out a huge sigh of frustration.

Rob strides by his sisters with revenge on his face. He stops in front of Christian.

“What did I do?” says Christian, feigning innocence.

Rob punches her. She hits the wall behind her hard and slumps to the floor, staring back at him in disbelief.

Charmian screams and tries to stop him. He hits her in the jaw with an upward elbow smash, sending her stumbling backward. She lands hard, barely avoiding a concussion, and stares at him like he’s a maniac.

Bart tries to grab Rob. “What is the meaning of—”

Rob kicks Bart in the groin. The Head Boy doubles over in pain and tries to protect his crotch. “Rape!” He spins to plant a flat-footed back kick in Bart’s face, breaking his nose and sending him reeling. “It’s how you became Head Boy in the first place!” He grabs Bart by the neck, slams him against the wall, chokes him with both hands, fixes him with a death glare; Bart vainly struggles to loosen his enemy’s grip. “If you, your goons, or your harem even so much as harm one more hair on my sister’s head, I’ll tear you limb from limb. If Leila doesn’t kill you first!” He releases his death grip.

Bart puts his hands to his throat and struggles to breathe. “I tell you, I didn’t rape your sister! I’m a man of honor!”

Rob throws back his head and laughs. “Some honor! You’ll be Reno Corson’s bitch in Hell!” He walks away.

As Bart staggers back, Charmian picks herself up and runs to his side with concern. “Darling, are you all right?” He can only stare back at Rob. For the first time, an opponent has made him fear for his life.

Christian comes up to Rob and holds his hand. “Why? Don’t you love me?”

Rob shakes his hand free of hers. His smile is more devastating than his look of hatred. “Why indeed. I could never love you, you inbred little worm.” Christian gasps in horror. He pushes her hard into Charmian and Bart. “Get the hell away from us, you parasites!”

The three stare back at the Shelley twins in shock. Shira says, “You people have already given me everything I need to destroy you with. Leila belongs to me now, so I suggest you leave her alone from now on. Capiche?” She gestures for Fiona to let go and takes Leila into her arms. Defiantly, Leila plants a passionate kiss on Shira’s lips. The mean girls and Tournament Leaders watch on helplessly.

principal’s office. Shira enters followed by her lawyer cousin Angela. Jennifer keeps the door slightly open so she can listen. Falconer barks, “What do you want, Thomas?” The Principal only smiles nervously at Angela.

“Oh, that murder attempt you nearly pulled off last night?”

“I don’t have the slightest idea what the hell you’re talking about. Get out!”

Angela stomps up to the desk and glares at Falconer. “She’s here with me, Falconer, not the other way around. You will listen to her because if you don’t, I’ll take you to court and get you convicted of conspiracy to commit sexual assault. Because face it, you’ve been covering up for your gangster boyfriends Green, Corson, and Skeever. Continue, Shira.”

Shira grins. “I’m afraid that without disposing of the victim, the coverup cannot succeed. Jen?”

Jennifer opens the door. Slowly, deliberately, Leila walks through, keeping her eyes fixed on Falconer with utter hatred. The Major gasps. So that Falconer doesn’t miss a single word, Angela says, “You seem to think...Major...that driving people to suicide is perfectly legal. For that matter, you’ve been acting as if rape is perfectly legal as long as one of your darlings commits it. How very Corporate. From now on, we will consider this a serious weakness in the eyes of the Law. You, more than anyone else, should know that the Law never, ever forgives.”

The Principal sweats even harder. “So w-what do we—”

Falconer slaps him on the top of his head. “Shut up! You have no legal standing, Miss Coyne. You will leave now.

“Or what? You will call the police? I’ve informed them. The governor? He is not happy with you right now. There is one way you can save yourself, Major, and that is by betraying your Head Boyfriend. Turn him in to the police for aiding and abetting the rape of Leila Shelley... or we will publicize the suspicion that your Head Boy may be your ‘darling’ in a more literal sense. You don’t want scandals. So which is it?” To the girls: “You may go now.”

Shira kisses Leila, takes her hand, and leads her out. Jennifer leaves with them. The door shuts behind them, leaving the principals alone with the most dangerous lawyer in Cascadia.

homeroom. In the five minutes between the first two bells, Shira and Leila meet with Mr Whitmer in his office. Leila says, “She saved my life last night, then made love to me, and now I’m falling in love with her. What do I do?”

Shira holds her tight from the side and gently rocks her. “I couldn’t stop myself. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her three years ago, and now I can’t afford to lose her.”

Mr Whitmer asks them, “Have you ever heard of ‘mad love’?”

Leila glares at him. “As in obsession so insane it destroys both partners? Sorry, Mr Whitmer, but I’ve had enough madness for a lifetime.”

“It could turn out like that if you’re not careful, or if you’re too careful.”

“Oh, great...”

“But the Surrealists who came up with the concept of l’amour fou were not just artistic innovators. They were political revolutionaries. Their leader, André Breton, even cowrote a manifesto with no less a revolutionary than Leon Trotsky. L’amour fou means to give yourselves over so completely to your desire for one another that your love actually damages the social fabric. Your quest for personal liberation through extreme love can actually lead to the destruction of society altogether.”

“Hmmm,” says Shira, “I think he’s got a point.”

“Think about it. Different races, different classes, same gender. Society thinks your love for each other is complete madness anyway.”

Leila looks at Shira. “Love so intense, to the edge of madness, it can destroy society itself...”

Shira smiles. “Let’s do it!”

“I don’t know...”

“You’re having second thoughts already?”

Mr Whitmer puts his hands on their shoulders. “Think about what I said.” Just then, the bell rings. Time for class.

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[Revision 2, 7/23/11: Rob/Bart scene added to fit with the end of Part 7.6. Corrected text errors.]
[Revision 2.1, 9/28/11: More text corrections.]
[Revision 3.0, 10/6/11: New shower scene to fit Third Revision continuity.]
[Revision 3.1, 10/13/11: Added new replacement chapter epigraphs and a new final scene to introduce a major theme of the Third Revision continuity.]
[Revision 3.2, 10/23/11: Edited to fit new Third Revision continuity, replaced placeholder quotation; text revisions and corrections.]

Friday, July 22, 2011

Spanner Interlude 6: Total Eclipse of the Heart

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Chaos Angel Spanner
Interlude 6: Total Eclipse of the Heart

The news reports the incidents:

A man suspects his wife of sleeping around on him and kills her. He then kills himself.

A woman catches her husband sleeping with his secretary and burns her house down with them in it. She takes off in his car, leads the police on a wild chase which nearly kills three drivers, five passengers, six pedestrians, and two cops, and dies in a fiery collision with a gasoline truck.

A man known for being overly religious attacks couples for their crimes against his morality. He tells the cops they’re arresting the wrong person for the wrong crime.

A woman murders her boyfriend and her former best friend because he changed his Facebook status from “in a relationship” to “single” and back. She tells the arresting officer they deserved it.

“I just don’t get people like that,” says Ada Paulette. “What the hell are they thinking?”

“That’s the thing,” replies Keenan Sasser. “They aren’t thinking.”

Ada turns to Keenan and coos, “What would you do if I dumped you?”

Without a pause, Keenan answers, “Change my relationship status to ‘Single’ and start dating.”

Ada laughs. “That’s why I like you. If you were like that guy, I’d shoot you and plead self-defense.”

“You’d probably have to get my gun out of my mouth first.” They laugh, then they kiss.

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Real-Life Bad Companies: America's Universities! or, Aaron Swartz and the Great Intellectual Property Heist of 2010

The article: Feds Charge Activist as Hacker for Downloading Millions of Academic Articles (Wired)

Online activist Aaron Swartz, a near-founder of Reddit, has been charged with the federal crime of "hacking" for downloading ostensibly public-domain academic papers. "Hacking" is a term borrowed from the same media panic as "cyberporn". What's he really charged with?
  1. Copyright piracy.
  2. Theft of trade secrets.
You see, these ostensibly "public domain" academic papers are not public domain at all. They are owned by the universities that publish them, under the strictest copyright license of all: not the Digital Millennium Copyright Act that protects corporate entertainment product from the likes of those heinous pirates, namely people who rip their CDs to their hard drive, but the Uniform Trade Secrets Act and Economic Espionage Act which put corporate trade secrets under the same "top secret" protection as military secrets. In this case, the intellectual property protections on the journals the papers are published in are among the strictest in the entire intellectual property field: the licenses are restricted to a select few, namely select researchers at the copyright-holding universities, plus researchers at other universities and research institutes that have paid the sky-high licensing fees. The reason? So that the science can be patented, and the patents licensed to corporations, for a lucrative payoff to the already ultra-rich corporate trustees.

And you wonder why America is falling behind China and India so rapidly in science.

Basically, Aaron Swartz is being accused of bank robbery. The bank pulled the heist on is called JSTOR. It is ostensibly nonprofit. Its real purpose is to keep academic research away from the prying eyes of the unwashed rabble so that it can be lucratively licensed to corporations. Swartz, fired by the hacker ideal of "information wants to be free", was trying to pull a Robin Hood: his goal was to take this proprietary research and put it into the public domain. This makes him the Bradley Manning of academe.

The issue, of course, is Intellectual Property. Now, go to the bottom of this post and look at the copyright notice. You'll see that it bears a Creative Commons Attribution, Noncommercial, Share Alike license. Creative Commons was created as a way for individual creators to get around the draconian protections imposed by the likes of DMCA for the benefit of giant corporations with large IP portfolios. It's for us peons who aren't conglomerate executives and their IP lawyer hired guns.

America's universities do not believe in Creative Commons or in open-source research. They protect their scientific research with corporate intellectual property laws so they can license their intellectual property to corporations. Like their agent corporation JSTOR, they are nonprofit institutions in name only, for-profit corporations in actual fact. And that's why Swartz, like Manning, is doomed: he robbed giant corporations of their precious intellectual property the same way bank robbers rob banks of their gold. Which, legally, is the same thing. Except an intellectual property robber can't flee to South America: the banks aren't everywhere, but the IP administrators are.

Bradley Manning will be executed for treason for certain. And Robin Hood, remember, was caught and executed by order of the tyrannical King John of England. Due process? What due process? When corporations are raped — and, as Manning found out to his horror, the federal government is the most merciless of intellectual property trolls — there is no such thing as due process. In this respect, MIT, and American universities in general, are no different from such predatory corporations as Carter-Ruck, News Corporation, the RIAA cartel of record companies, and any bank that's "too big to fail".

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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Spanner 8.6: Closer to the Edge of Night

Third Revision Update: This used to be half the length. But since this is the end of Book 1’s first “light novel” and a major turning point in the series, I needed to make this an ending with a bang. Oh, and it needed a new title, since the old one was too spoileriffic. I put a song title and the name of an old gothic soap opera together and came up with something more romantic, more melodramatic, more like Leila...

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Chaos Angel Spanner — Chapter 8: Rip Her to Shreds
Part 6: Closer to the Edge of Night (Revision 3)

21 september 2014.
dreamspace.
The beautiful black cat cries. She is trapped in a cage, and she longs to be released. But the building is burning all around her. There is no way out. It is already too late. Around her, the building burns, and she cries.

Leila watches her. She sits close by but does not unlock her cage. Why, when they are surrounded by fire and darkness and will only get burned? She watches the cat. She watches herself. She waits for the flames and the dark to close in.

The cat still cries for help. But her cries grow weaker...

Leila’s bedroom. She opens the window, not caring who sees her nude. The morning is beautiful and warm. The birds serenade her with their song. The leaves have barely started to turn beautiful bright colors. The flowers kiss her eyes with the psychedelic intensity of their color.

She feels the crushing burden lift from her shoulders. The lightness makes her feel almost dizzy. She has made the right decision, so she believes. For once, she can call herself truly happy. The sight of the sunset over the mountains will greet her once she reaches the bridge as the day touches the edge of night.

She slips into a little white dress she got when she was younger and believed she was destined for a beautiful romantic wedding. But there is not even the promise of romance in Oliver, only the eternal gray tyranny of the viceroy of God. He will not see her until it is already too late for him. She will gaze down upon him and laugh at his despair. On this first day of fall she shall pluck his tail.

Atop her dresser she has neatly constructed a stack of stamped envelopes, each containing a neatly written note to a friend or a classmate. The note reads: If anything happens to me, mail these at once. She closes the window, pulls the curtains shut, leaves the room and then the house into the caress of the warm sun and cool wind. Today is a good day.

Shira’s apartment. Sunday morning is casual time at the flat which Hope Reston shares with her daughter Shira. In code, that means they don’t bother to wear any clothes at home, and neither do the people they let in. All the pious Americans are in church worshipping America the Christ, so they are pretty much left to themselves. This morning, Hope and Shira are alone while Ayla gets ready to bathe.

Shira comes out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel, not bothering to wear a towel around her body. She says to Ayla back in the bathroom, “Please tell me when you’re done, Ai-chan, so I can come and dry you off.”

“Okay!” says Ayla.

Shira strolls by the kitchen where her mother, wearing only a “Piyo Piyo” apron, is frying three bacon and cheese omelettes. She looks into the kitchen and is overwhelmed by the smell. “Mmmmm...” Hope looks at her and smiles. She flings the towel behind her, right into the hamper by the bathroom door, without looking or thinking. Then she turns into the kitchen. Hope suddenly gestures her to stop in the middle of the doorway. She flashes her mother a quizzical look.

Hope smiles. “I want to have a good look at you.” Shira giggles. “You’ve grown so beautiful. I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

Shira smiles wide and blushes. “I love you, Mom.”

theatre. Willa called on a whim and asks them if they can dress up fancy, go out with her and Jennifer, and see a play at the Community Theatre, just across the Warren Avenue Bridge on the east side of town. Karen agrees to drive Shira and Jennifer, and pick up Ayla from the Tachibanas’ house. Shira sits Ayla on her lap and holds her tight. She also brings Freddy Freakbeak in case the play is bad and the Furby can ruin it with its commentary.

The actors are earnest but bad. The lines they read are so clunky, their earnest sincerity feels fake. The plot is template standard. You already know the moral of the story. Freddy complains, loud and often. It earns its laughs honestly. The Furby steals the show.

After the play, in the parking lot, some of the playgoers glare at Willa and company, blaming them and their obnoxious little Furby for ruining their morality play. Willa, Hope, and the girls say nothing; the boredom was too crushing, at least till Freddy temporarily dispelled it. They look at each other for a minute or so. Then Hope gets in Willa’s car, the girls get in Karen’s car, the engines start, and they drive off.

Warren Avenue Bridge. The sunset is beautiful. The sun shyly hides over the mountains and paints the sky lovely hues of pink, yellow, and purple. Leila walks up the bridge and watches the spectacle. Its beauty takes her breath away and reminds her of love.

When she reaches the middle of the bridge, she stops. For several minutes she watches the sun set. Then she climbs up onto the outer railing and holds her arms out wide to embrace the sky. She stabilizes herself against the wind on her bare feet; this must be no accident. Today is a good day to die...

As Karen drives back toward the bridge, Jennifer says, “I wonder why everybody’s been running so many bad plays lately.”

Shira says, “I don’t think the federal government even allows good plays anymore. Distracts from the all-important anvil dropping.” Jennifer groans.

Ayla cuddles Freddy in her lap. “Wow” the Furby coos. Ayla giggles.

As they drive down the bridge on their way home, Shira spots a familiar figure in a white dress, on the sidewalk mid-span. Leila is looking sad, looking down at the water. Then she puts one leg over the railing...

Shira gasps in horror. “Stop the car NOW!

Karen slams down on the brake pedal. The car skids and spins half sideways. Ayla screams. When it stops, Shira bursts out the door and runs out toward Leila as she jumps off the bridge. She leaps over the inner railing, catches the outer railing between her feet, right beside her, and together they descend—

Time slows down when their eyes make contact. They see each other. They look into each other’s eyes. They stare deep into each other’s souls. They fall together, the world turns upside down, Shira reaches out to her, reaches as far as she can—

and catches Leila by the hand. They slam against the side of the bridge. Shira holds on with both hands, Leila involuntarily reaches up, Shira grabs her other hand, holds her securely by both hands—

Leila wails, “Let me die! Please let me die!

Shira shouts, “No! I can’t!

Karen and Jennifer pull Shira back up by the legs. Ayla, terrified, stares over the railing and holds her breath. When Shira is back up, her cousins take a sobbing Leila by the arm and pull her up and onto the bridge. Shira embraces Leila violently and holds her as tight as she can. Karen and Jennifer let out a massive sigh of relief. Ayla jumps and shouts for joy.

The five stunned girls go back to the car and get in, Ayla joining Karen in the front seat. Only when Karen gets back behind the wheel does she notice that her car’s blocking southbound traffic and that it’s been running all this time. Jennifer checks the time: it all happened in less than a minute and a half. Leila collapses into Shira’s arms and cries.

“Shira?” sobs Leila.

“Mm-hmmm?”

“Please don’t leave me.”

Shira stares deep into Leila’s eyes and fixes her with unusual intensity. Jennifer takes off her glasses and gasps when she sees Shira’s reality distortion field. Shira commands, “You can’t kill yourself.” Realizing what she is doing to her, Leila stares at her, open-mouthed, stunned. Shira turns off her power and lets herself cry. “Please stay with me.” Leila nods. Shira holds her close and kisses her as Karen drives them home.

Perched behind them on the rear dash, Freddy says, “Hubba hubba.” All the girls laugh.

Shira’s apartment. Almost before Hope unlocks the door, Shira and Leila slam through without waiting for her and Ayla. Even before the door closes, Shira pulls the straps off Leila’s shoulders; the dress falls to the floor, revealing Leila’s white body nude.

Ayla gasps. Hope snaps, “Shira!”

Shira and her mother stare at each other, Shira in defiance, Hope in angry embarrassment, neither saying a word. Leila slides over into Shira’s embrace. Ayla stares at Leila and blushes furiously. The Furby breaks the silence: “Whoa.”

“What are you doing with her?” asks Hope.

“Saving her life,” answers Shira.

She picks Leila up, carries her into her bedroom, and throws her on the bed. Hope tells Ayla, “You don’t need to see this,” and shuts the door. Shira throws herself onto Leila, kisses her almost brutally; Leila gives herself totally to her, returns the kiss with full force of passion,

suck the sweet soft breast, kiss and suck and bite, she surrenders to the urge to shudder and scream, “hurt me! please!” bite the hard sensitive nipple oh how it hurts “harder! bite harder!” bite down harder, oh yes! the pain feels sweet turns to pure concentrated pleasure till she can bear it no more; suck the other breast, bite it bite the nipple harder harder drink the milk drink the blood oh my god no

She feels sweat ooze hot from every pore, Shira turns her over, licks her smooth soft arse. Leila: “I want you to hurt me.” Shira: “I’ll bite you then I’ll spank you.” Leila: “Thank you.” Shira squeezes her butt cheeks hard, jams her face between them, slips her tongue up the surprisingly sensitive anus, reaches high reaches deep, till she feels the sweet explosion go off inside her body; squeeze her arse cheeks, squeeze them till they hurt, put the squeeze on put the bite on, “yes! oh yes!” bite her harder, harder, oh yes the pain, open handed blows fall hard on her arse like hail, hurting her “oh my god it hurts!” she screams cries begs for more, Shira spanks her harder till it’s as hard as she can, Leila screams and shudders from the pleasure of pain, pain is pleasure she begs for more pain, hurt me hurt me harder oh my god she explodes

Back on her back, drenched in sweat, she pants in exhaustion. Shira feels down her body, caresses her downward, reaches under her to caress her hurt-hot arse, lowers her head to plant her sweet soft lips on her nether lips; Leila moans gently, feels the warm wet tongue caress her lips, caress inside her lips, the teeth on her lips, biting them she shudders, teeth tenderly caress the hypersensitive clit she screams, bite down hard oh yes! bite harder the tongue slips in slips around sets off landmines inside her no please no yes

tickle inside her lips with her nipple, tickle the clit, tickle it gently oh my god it tickles stop it don’t stop, it reaches inside her, she wants to suck it deep inside her deep inside crush it, the breast reaches inside her reaches as far as it can go stick it in jam it oh my god oh no harder please harder

hard black phallus pumps into her, tortures her tender wound sweet torture hurt me please harder, pumps her like a piston, impales no yes more harder sweet hurt, impale her wound her, can’t bear the pleasure language dies self dies reality dies only pleasure darkness light pain hurt me harder harder yes no yes I love you forever let it go on forever don’t stop don’t stop don’t let it

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[Revision 2.1, 9/28/11: Corrected Ayla’s name.]
[Revision 3, 10/6/11: Changed title, added new Leila scenes including new climax (love scene, no less), expanded theatre scene.]
[Revision 3.1, 10/22/11: Added one final line (Shira’s use of her Charmer power) to fit the revised Shira/Leila relationship-line continuity.]

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Spanner 8.5: The Slasher Hunters

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Chaos Angel Spanner — Chapter 8: Rip Her to Shreds
Part 5: The Slasher Hunters (Revision 3)

19 september 2014.
outside school.
As Shira walks down Thirteenth Street toward downtown, away from the high school, a dark van stops beside her. The window rolls down to reveal a familiar face framed by a familiar shock of bleached blond hair. “Yo! Shira!” shouts a young Japanese woman with a Brazilian accent.

The shock of recognition hits Shira hard. “Arisa?!Arisa Saionji, former juvenile delinquent from the sub-Yakuza biker gangs called “yankees” for their bleached hair.

Brandi Quinn, still in her blue school uniform, sits behind the driver. “You know ’er?”

“I know her from Japan.”

The van’s sliding door opens. Shira jumps in and sits in the empty seat that Brandi has reserved next to her. In the back seat are two large men in black leather jackets and glasses too dark for the night. “So what’s going on here?”

Brandi answers, “Ever ’eard o’ the Slasher ’Unters?”

“‘Slasher Hunters?’ You mean as in, catch psycho killers for money?”

“That’s us.”

Arisa says, “We thought you might wanna join us.”

“Ohhh,” says Shira, “you’ve been scouting me all this time.”

The driver says, “Why don’t we try her out.” English: excellent; accent: Israeli. “If she can pull of the job, we can let her have the whole bounty.”

A surprised Shira leans forward between the front seats to look at the driver carefully. “I thought you sounded familiar. You’re Lansky.” Martin Lansky, demolition expert and former Israeli commando.

In the back seat, the black man in night-vision mirrorshades says, “We’re always looking for the world’s best fighters to help us bring down the world’s most dangerous criminals.”

Shira spins around and looks over her seat at him. “And you are?”

John Peck.” He holds out his hand.

As she shakes it, the Mexican-looking man wearing Ray-Bans beside him says in a Scandinavian accent, “He’s our team leader.”

Peck says, “This is our surveillance expert.”

Lars Magnus Izquierdo,” says the Mexican-looking man. “Pleased to meet you. Brandi says great things about you, Shira Thomas.”

“I didn’t know you were Swedish.”

“Yeah, I surprise people that way. They like to call me the Mexo-Arab Swede.” Lars and Shira laugh.

Shira asks her new comrades, “So what do you have in mind?”

“Have you heard of Johnny-Johnny Johnson?” asks Peck in reply.

“You mean the ‘Sleeping Beauty Slasher’? Goes through open window or unlocked door, stabs his sleeping victim a bajillion times? Partner of Ollie-Ollie Oxenfree, mad-slashin’ human-egg speculator? I ruined their fun over in D.C. exactly one month ago today.”

“He’ll be hunting alone tonight. Do you feel up for a grudge match?”

“Alone this time? Then he’ll be easy.”

Arisa: “Huh?” Lansky: “How’s that?”

Shira grins. “He doesn’t know it, but he’s got one big weakness. What if his intended victim isn’t sleeping?”

20 september 2014.
Shira lies in bed in a strange dark room late at night. The night is still warm. The window is open, but not because of the warmth.

She’s expecting someone to arrive. He’s coming for her, and he’s coming through the window. But she doesn’t feel afraid. He doesn’t, either, but he should. She pulls the covers over her head. She doesn’t want him to know who she is and what she has in store for him.

The target arrives on schedule. Johnny-Johnny Johnson climbs through the window with the expertise of the professional burglar he wants the cops to think he is. His MO is to enter an open window and stab his sleeping victim till his urge subsides. His signature: he cuts off the victim’s head and takes it as a souvenir. Slowly, silently, he stalks his intended prey. Thinking she’s asleep and can’t hear him, he mutters to himself in a vain attempt to relieve his excitement.

Inside Shira’s head, her brain is working overtime. She likes to outthink her opponent. A strong intuition tells her that this one is comfortable in his killing routine. Patiently she waits for the target to make his move. The bait is the trap, and the trap is set.

As he’s about to jump his prey, Shira flings the covers over him, then kicks him in the chest with both her feet, sending him stumbling backwards toward a collision with the opposite wall. He struggles to tear himself out of the bedcovers. When at last he frees himself, he opens his eyes, only to see that the lights are on and he’s surrounded by three scary-looking men, a black woman in dreadlocks, and a punked-out Japanese kogal, all wearing night-vision shades and pointing semiautomatic pistols at him. The chill he feels is not coming from the open window nearby.

Shira sits cross-legged on the bed, wearing baby tee and short-shorts, and grins. “Hiya, Johnny-Johnny! We’re the Slasher Hunters, and you’re our meal ticket!”

Slasher Hunters van. Shira calls Oliver Thorwald. He’s about to say “Who the fuck are you?” until he sees the familiar dark face and copper hair of his enemy. He gasps. “How the fuck did you get my number?

Shira winks. “If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.”

“What’re you tryin’ to pull, Shira?”

“Your leg, maybe. But this time I have two things. One [flips stack of large bills], the reward my new friends and I earned off your butt buddy Johnny-Johnny.”

What the fuck did you to to Johnny?!

“Oh, you’ll probably be able to buy his way back out of jail soon. But Ollie darling, I’ve got another thing, and that’s a question, and that question concerns last Friday night and a certain beautiful friend of mine.”

“You must be talkin’ about my bitch.”

Shira smiles ironically. “Your... bitch.”

“I can do anything I damn well want to my bitch. My father bought her for me fair and square from her patriarch, like the Bible says marriage should be. You’re trying to take my wife away from me. Don’t tell me you killed my father too.”

Martin takes the phone from Shira. “You are Oliver Thorwald?”

“You must be one of Shira’s new friends.”

The Israeli grins. “You can say that. I am Martin Lansky of the Slasher Hunters. Shira helped us capture your partner.”

“So you’re big fuckin’ smoke.”

“I killed your father.”

Thorwald’s mouth drops to the floor. He squeaks.

“I was paid to do it by the families of his victims and yours. And by Taylor Brinkman, the mother of your ‘bitch,’ who wants me to tell you that you and your friend Reno Corson should pray that you die before she can get her hands around your neck.” Lansky gives the phone back to Shira.

Shira smiles. “You wanna know what torment is, handsome quote-unquote? Torment is being a badass serial killer constantly being pursued by your victims’ families, constantly facing the possibility of being drawn and quartered, or just blown to ratshit like dear old dad. But that’s mercy. You know what Taylor Brinkman, who outclasses you in badass the way the sun outshines a teeny little flashlight, really wants to do to you? She wants to rape you with my infamous strap-on. Unharness the dildo, replace it with an electric cattle prod, and jam it right up your ugly ass. You can afford really nice shoes, Ollie, but oh, would I not want to be in ’em. Now answer me: did you rape Leila?”

I can do anything I fucking want!

“Ah, marital rape, the Corporate patriarch’s patriarchal prerogative. As it is, there’s a bunch of mean girls at my school who are trying to drive Leila to suicide, and if Leila commits suicide, that means no more bitch for you. See where I’m getting at, Ollie?”

“Get outta here!”

“So you don’t see. Fine. So. Even if she doesn’t off herself, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll take your bitch, and keep her for myself.”

Thorwald gasps. “Don’t you dare—”

“Hell, I can fuck her much better in one night than you can in ten lifetimes straight.”

“You. fucking. bitch.”

“Life’s a bitch and so am I. Sucks to be you, douchebag. Ciao.” Shira cuts off the call.

Shira’s apartment. “It was Oliver Thorwald all right,” says Shira. “I called him up myself. He didn’t just confess. He outright bragged.”

“That still doesn’t account for the presence of those Valiants on your rape video,” says Jennifer.

“Wait. It gets better. Turns out there’s an arranged marriage. Old man Brinkman and dead man Thorwald arranged it, like the Bible says as Ollie puts it, meaning there’s a shotgun pointed at Leila’s head, Wally’s holding it, and Ollie’s planning to screw her with it.“

“Oh my god—” gasps Polly.

“Meaning that if we can save Leila and I finally get to make her mine, there’ll be some screwing with poor Ollie’s messed-up head as a bonus prize.”

Jennifer asks, “But won’t that mean screwing with Brinkman’s carefully constructed political order too?”

“Carefully constructed house of cards, you mean. Built on firmest quicksand, even. Once Leila’s finally in my arms, we’re gonna love each other so hard we’ll blow the whole construction sky high.”

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Spanner 8.4: No Blood, No Foul

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Chaos Angel Spanner — Chapter 8: Rip Her to Shreds
Part 4: No Blood, No Foul (Revision 3)

18 september 2014.
after school.
Shira sneaks past the security of the special locker room built only for the football team in order to spy on the players and coaches before practice. Deactivating the flash and camera sounds on her phone, she takes pictures of what she finds. Head coach Mobley has his assistants feeding the linemen steroid pills like candy and shooting them up with growth hormone. She wonders if there’s more potent and dangerous black market stuff in those drugs. She notices that Bart isn’t taking any of the drugs. Might he be the connection?

“Shhh.” Dexter puts his hand on Shira’s shoulder.

“Dexter,” she whispers, “it’s you.” They kiss. She sneaks him outside and away from security so they can have a quiet private talk.

“They’re not supposed to be doing that,” says Shira.

“I know, darlin’. But nobody can do anything about it. There’s too many people betting too big. Something bad’s gonna happen, I know it.”

“Seems the big sport’s not the sport but the betting anymore.”

“Shira, we gotta find a way to stop this before it’s too late...”

“It’s already too late. It’s always too late. And we can’t say anything the godfathers can come down on us for.”

Dexter sighs in despair. “Is there anything we can do about it?”

Shira kisses him and holds him tight. “Don’t worry, Dex. I’ll find a way.”

Shira’ apartment. Dexter sits up suddenly in the early morning, drenched in cold sweat, awakened by a nightmare. Shira rolls over toward him, carelessly bare-breasted. “What’s wrong, lover?”

“I’ve got a really bad feeling about tonight.”

Shira sits up and hugs Dexter from the side. “About our night tonight?”

“No. The game. I’ve been getting bad vibes in the locker room for the last month, but it’s gotten really bad this week. Something bad’s going down on the field tonight, and it’s all ’cuz of those drugs Coach has been trying to force down our throats.”

Shira slowly lowers Dexter back to his pillow; she gets on top of him and gives him a long kiss. “Should we do something?”

Dexter nods. Then he rolls her onto her back, squeezes and kisses her breasts, sucks and nibbles them, making her moan...

19 september 2014.
school.
Before class, in the library, Polly nervously points out to Shira one of the misfit kids angrily scribbling on a piece of paper. Shira recognizes Kenny Partridge from the Ranking Tournament. He was forced into it for the prestige of his rich and vain Corporate father; he lost so badly that he didn’t even make it out of the first round. Valiant Team have been sexually harrassing him ever since. The Valiants like to call him a girl and persecute him for being emo.

Shira knows Kenny likes to hang out in the library, where “real men” refuse to go out of fear for their “manhood.” She has Jennifer stand watch while she sneaks into the library boys’ lavatory while it’s empty. Carefully, she digs through the paper towels in the trash bin until she finds the paper. It’s a list of all the members of the Council and of Valiant and Pretty Teams. Before she leaves, she folds it up and sticks it in her bra.

Charmian, wearing her cheerleader uniform, confronts Shira in the hall. “What’s this rumor you’re spreading about steroids?”

Shira flashes a cockeyed smirk. “Your Highness, it’s [air quotes] ‘man essence.’ Don’t you know your Social Darwinism? A man’s gotta get every advantage in the blood-red Tournament of Nature.” She winks wickedly.

Charmian harrumphs contemptuously, turns on her heel, and flounces away.

“You suck!” taunts Freddy.

Nearby, Leila opens her locker only to find a barbaric shrunken head staring her in the face. She faints dead away; Shira hurries over to catch her before she hits the ground hard, then gently sets her down. She stands up to look at the head. Jennifer runs over. Shira takes the head out so they can inspect it. Two blond pigtails fall down to each side.

Jennifer asks, “Looks like Bunny Strakeljahn’s. One of Ollie’s souvenirs?”

“Won’t Bunny herself be amused when she comes back.”

They hear giggles behind them. They look that direction and catch a glimpse of Debbie, Kelly, and Christian scurrying away.

period 1. Leila is disturbed to find her textbook for this class gone, replaced by an obsolete edition. Shira loans Leila her own.

“Fifteen percent,” Jennifer corrects Mr Smith.

“Are you denying my expertise, Miss Blair?” he huffs.

“As a certified amateur historian, yes. Oh, and by the way, it was even better in the Soviet Union than it was in the Old Confederacy. Communist Party membership was strictly limited to five percent.” Her sweet smile says So there. She strokes the shrunken head’s long hair.

After class, she blocks Kelly’s way just outside the door, shows her the head, and smiles. “Do you know what this is?”

Kelly resists the urge to scream. She shakes her head. “Uh, w-what is it?”

“It’s what’s left of someone who is not a Final Girl. Back on Blake Island, I took extreme measures to avoid becoming this, and that’s why I’m a Final Girl. So please don’t provoke me. You might not like it.”

period 2. Students scream as the spiders get loose. Some of them squash spiders while the more squeamish flee the classroom screaming. Mr Jones climbs up on the desk and desperately tries to yell for order.

Once the spider problem is dealt with, Mr Smith demands, “Who did this? Who’s responsible? Whoever did it gets a week’s detention! Confess!” Even Shira looks at him innocently and shrugs.

After class, hiding the head behind her back, Shira sneaks up on Christian. “Boo!”

“Eeek!” Christian spins around to angrily confront her. “What in God’s name do you want, Thomas?”

Shira holds the head right in front of Christian’s face. “Your idea of a funny idea, I presume. Didn’t turn out too funny, actually.”

“Get that thing out of my face!” Shira lowers the head to her side.

“I’ll tell you what, Christie. If any harm comes to Leila, I’ll tell Rob you did it, and he’ll hate you forever. Better yet, I’ll tell Nancy you tried to hurt Rob. Now won’t that be funny.”

“Please, please get away from me.”

“Don’t make him hate you.” She smiles and sashays away.

period 3. Shira and Jennifer decide to speak only French in Mrs Turnipseed’s class just to bug her. “Pourquoi?” asks Polly.

“Elle ne parle pas anglais,” replies Shira with a wink.

Leila decides to add some dirty French of her own, making Shira and Jennifer laugh helplessly and trade French obscenities of their own. Their argot puzzles the few other students who actually know some French. Debbie, known hater of Romance languages, storms out in a huff. Mrs Turnipseed angrily kicks Shira, Jennifer, and Leila out of the class.

“What was that for?” asks a flustered Leila.

“Debbie,” Shira says. “You stay with Jennifer, I’ll go have a nice chat with Miss Becket.”

hallway. Debbie opens up her locker as if trying to tear off the door, throws her books in, and slams it shut. When she turns to go back, she finds a blond-pigtailed shrunken head staring back at her. She shrieks and jumps. The head lowers to reveal the grinning face of Shira. “You—”

“Where’d you get this. From daddy? Does he have a collection? Sometimes the one-eyed man likes to surprise me. So where’d he get it?”

“Uhh...”

“Contraband seized from a serial killer? What’s his name?”

“Uh — Thorwald?”

“As in Oliver? Say, I know him. I beat him up after he whacked that baby-raping senator back in D.C.” Shira takes a good look at the head. “Say, isn’t that from one of the whores he and his butt-buddy got away with killing? Ah, folie à deux, like Kelly and Charmian...”

Debbie throws a punch at her head; Shira easily ducks it. She watches Debbie run away.

library. “Jen, I’ve got us one little lead, thanks to Debbie,” says Shira.

“Did she say anything?”

“After I laid out my theory, she guessed our dead cutie may have been the work of our old fiend Oliver Thorwald.”

“Which strongly implies that he’s got something to do with Leila.”

“I sure hope not...”

stadium. Another Friday night high-school football game, and the Bremerton Knights are continuing their long tradition of losing. In the summer, the creaky old stands of Memorial Stadium light up with the victories of another team in another kind of football, the Bremerton Pumas of the Kitsap Soccer Club, as they continue their quixotic quest to join Major League Soccer. On weekend afternoons during the first semester of the school year, the high school soccer teams own their competition even as Dorian’s new lacrosse team struggles for wins on Saturday mornings. But on Friday nights in the fall, it becomes home to the latest in a long tradition of losing teams. After three hard quarters, after which the Knights fall behind the Peninsula Seahawks 30-7 (a typical Bremerton score, with the one score resulting from Dexter’s 55-yard TD run), team captain Bart Green complains to his defense: “What the hell are you guys doing? I came here to win! I didn’t wanna be saddled with a bunch of losers!” Hoping for a last-quarter comeback, Bart pushes his defensive teammates (and bullies the coaches into pushing them) to the breaking point.

Peninsula still score two touchdowns on them. The biggest defender on the field breaks.

Injured on the play, 350-pound defensive tackle Joey Brown goes on a rampage. The offensive lineman who hurt him insults him again, but Joey is no longer in any condition to handle it; the two fight viciously, and Joey ends up killing him accidentally. In his blind fury, he beats his way through an army of players trying to stop him, injuring several on not just the opposing team but his own, killing an official. The line coach runs onto the field to scream at him; Joey strangles him to death. Not even police in riot gear can handle him. He has to be put down with an elephant tranquillizer. The students in the stands can only watch in horror. Some of the cheerleaders have to be put under sedation and sent to the hospital to recover.

Head cheerleader Karen collapses into her cousin Shira’s arms. “I knew this would happen eventually!” she sobs. “I knew it!” Dexter runs over from his place near the coach on the home team sideline to hug Shira and Karen as tight as possible; they put their arms around him. Dexter cannot keep himself from crying with Karen, and his tears make Shira cry. Their night together will have to wait.

Shira mutters darkly, “Die Young, Die Strong, Dianabol...”

principal’s office. Vice Principal Falconer locks the door to her private office and turns to leave when she sees Shira. She jumps in shock.

“What the hell are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here!”

Shira is not smiling. “Have you seen what just transpired down on the field tonight?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“As in player berserk, three dead, game forfeit? More egg on this school’s collective proverbial face? This time it’s sticking, and it stinks.”

Falconer storms up into Shira’s face and barks, “We have to win any way we can, just like any other team. That’s the way it is, Miss Thomas, whether you like it or not.”

“Anything it takes, yeah. Such as driving football players into complete... steroid... psychosis... just to get even the slightest edge over the competition, all for the sake of the all-important bettors. This was ’roid rage, Major. And it just lost us the game and the last shreds of your potential prestige. Think about it, Major.”

“Get out of my office right this—”

Steroids! Do you know where you get ’em? Of course you do.” Shira leans closer to the vice principal and flashes her a “gotcha!” smirk. “Of course, you can’t get ’em through legal channels. After all, they’re banned from sports worldwide. I’d like to know who you got the stuff from. Who knows, I might even know ’em.” She winks.

Falconer gnashes her teeth. “Even if I did anything ‘wrong,’ no one will ever believe you. You simply don’t have the standing.”

“The pull, you mean. Anyway, I’ve done what I came here for, so now I’ll leave.”

Shira spins on her heel. Slowly she strolls to the door. She turns back to smile at Falconer and fire one last Parthian shot. “Consider yourself lucky you were able to keep this in the dark this long. But you’d better hope now that this remains between us. Otherwise, I’ve got video.” The smile vanishes. Shira exits the door and slams it.

Honey, be extra careful with Shira Thomas, Alan Fleer had told her. She’s more dangerous than you think. Especially if she finds out about us. She had laughed then. She believed their secret was safe. But for the first time, Honey Sue Falconer realizes the full import of his words. For the first time since she came to Bremerton, she truly knows fear. She takes her iPhone out of her purse and calls him.

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Monday, July 18, 2011

Spanner 8.3: Breaking Up the Girl

While working on the Second Revision, I got caught up with the launch of the Google+ social network, and my Chapter 8 got messed up. The Third Revision corrects this while expanding the story. (Oh, and I moved up some material here up to 8.2, and moved the old 8.1 up to 7.1, etc...)

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Chaos Angel Spanner — Chapter 8: Rip Her to Shreds
Part 3: Breaking Up the Girl (Revision 3)

17 september 2014.
before school.
Shira and Mr. Whitmer kiss in the dark empty classroom. She feels the bump on the back of his neck. He jumps and gasps. “What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Please don’t do that.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is.”

“No, it’s theirs. Don’t torture yourself over it. Let me torture them.”

Dave sighs. “I hope your jammer’s working.”

“If it’s not, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Do they know about us?”

“If they do, they won’t be able to do anything about it.”

“They can do something about it if they find out our plans for the Student Union.”

“We’ve got backup plans just in case, so don’t worry about that.”

“I hope so. I love you so much.” They kiss again.

Suddenly the light turns on. Kelly gasps from the open door. They turn to see her. Accusingly she says, “You’re having an affair, aren’t you.”

Shira gets out of Dave’s embrace, crosses her arms, and gives Kelly a look that accuses her of being an idiot. “No, I’m just comforting an old family friend.”

“But you were kissing!

“Obviously you still don’t know me. If you were my friend, I’d kiss you too. Or have you forgotten?”

Kelly looks at Shira strangely. Then she runs away and lets the door shut. Shira and Dave look at each other. “We need to be careful,” he warns.

Shira winks. “Don’t underestimate me.” She gives him one last kiss.

lunch. Leila doesn’t join the others. She’s not hungry. In fact, she hardly feels a thing.

She looks in the mirror in the girls’ restroom in the library. She does not see herself as beautiful. She can no longer see beauty at all.

She looks down at the antidepressant pill. If she takes it, it will make her a dull blur and she will want to kill herself again. If she doesn’t take it, she will descend into black despair so that she will want to kill herself again. She sees no way out of the hell that her life has become.

What’s the use? she thinks. She takes the pill.

period 6. As Shira takes off her gym clothes in the locker room, Charmian yells, “Stop that!” All the girls interrupt what they’re doing to stare at them.

Shira doesn’t stop. “Stop what?”

“Don’t you have any sense of decency?”

“Whatever that means.” Shira stands before her completely naked. “I say you’re chicken.” Charmian gasps. “If you can’t handle taking your clothes off in front of other girls who are taking theirs off, then you’re a coward and that brave face you put on is a lie.”

Charmian stares at her in shock. Then she narrows her eyes. “Very well.“ The other girls’ eyes and mouths go wide open as she removes all her clothes and puts them down next to Shira’s. Now completely nude, she puts her hands on her hips and faces Shira. “Satisfied now?”

Shira smiles. “Yes. Let’s go.” Charmian walks stoically beside Shira to the showers. Shira takes her usual stall; Charmian takes the one next to her. They turn the water on and start soaping themselves.

Charmian looks at Shira. “Are you going to be looking at me?”

“Why not? You’re beautiful, and you can look at me all you want.” Shira winks. Charmian blushes, but remains silent.

18 september 2014.
before school.
Leila finds herself surrounded by mean girls. Christian, Kelly, Debbie, and Lady get in her way and won’t let her move. Christian snarls, “What the hell are you trying to pull with those false charges of yours?”

Leila tries to protest. “What are—”

“Shut up, you dirty slut!” screams Debbie.

“No one believes anything a filthy Eurotrash whore spews,” says Lady in her Southern-belle lilt.

In her harsher Texas accent, Christian says, “[incomplete paragraph here]

Kelly yells, “We won’t let you get away with your lies!”

Debbie and Kelly grab Leila’s arms so she can’t move. Christian slaps her three times.

Rob arrives with Shira. “Hey you!” he yells. “Get away from my sister right now!”

“You want my lawyer to file charges against y’all?” Shira purrs. “Conspiracy to commit rape. Y’all ain’t gonna look so princessy after that.”

Leila runs away crying. On her way out, she does not notice Jennifer, Polly, and Mimi.

“What’s she so upset about?” asks Polly.

“Isn’t it obvious?” answers Jennifer grimly. “Our frenemies were blaming the victim for what her psycho gangster boyfriends did to her.”

“I don’t get it. Why would they treat her like she’s the criminal?”

“’Cos they’re predators, just like her rapists. Leila’s especially vulnerable ’cos she used to be a slave of the Fashion-Industrial Complex. We only got to see a taste of the humiliation they constantly inflicted on her. Like, they made her a rape victim and a dead serial-killer victim for fashion ads. I shudder to think what she went through. And that was before Friday night.”

“But Shira could handle that kind of stuff.”

“Shira can handle anything. If she had to take the kind of crap they piled on Leila, she’d tell the bastards to bugger off. But Leila and I aren’t Shira.”

“But can’t everybody be reasonable about it? It was just some stupid TV ads.”

Jennifer puts her arm around Polly. “Polly darling, you just don’t pick on a vulnerable girl for getting traumatized and still think you can get away with it, not with me around me and Shira. But this isn’t just the mean girls we’re talking about. It’s what they watch on the MSM, in this case The Fashion Reality Show. In Hollywood or in Pretty City, a TV show is never just a TV show, especially when they brand it ‘Reality™.’ We’re looking directly into the Corporate mind. The mind of a predator.”

“Jen, I still don’t get it. What’s wrong with some silly fashion shoot on TV?”

Jennifer puts her arms around both girls’s shoulders and grins. “Did you know these quote-unquote ‘reality’ shows have the elimination pattern of slasher movies? Speaking of which, we’re having a showing this weekend. We’re watching this uberdecadent European movie about this eighteenth-century peasant guy whose name is means ‘frog’ who becomes all the rage in Europe’s cultural élite by killing pretty women like us to turn them into Europe’s hottest perfume. This is no grade-Z slasher movie. You see, Our Hero murders pretty women like us for the sake of La Beauté, and it’s filmed exactly like a perfume advert. In Pretty City, they actually mass-produce clones just for that purpose. It started out as this German novel called Das Parfum that became a huge bestseller and a critical darling all over Europe and in the most quote-unquote ‘sophisticated’ circles in America. The fashion-industrial complex have been holding ‘Perfume parties’ ever since. That last episode of Top Model? You were looking at one. Come join us this weekend. You might end up grokking something important.”

“Like what?”

“What our frenemies and their gangster boyfriends are doing to girls they call Eurotrash whores, for one thing.”

Mimi shudders. “You mean, kill ’em and turn ’em into perfume?”

Jennifer’s sweet smile is bitter. “And sell it throughout the Empire to every bloodsucking Corpette who can afford the stuff, if they can get away with it. They like that kind of stuff, the Corpettes. So yes.”

“Shira, you think that’s the kind of stuff they’d pull in Pretty City?”

“Damn right,” Shira answers. “In fact, they do it all the time, like Jen said, America’s Next Dead Model and all that bull. As for that trendy novel she’re talking about? The Final Girl bit it, but her essence was enough to make our antihero’s perfume so strong that all the ladies of Europe ate him alive.”

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Spanner 8.2: Freddy's Revenge

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Chaos Angel Spanner — Chapter 8: Rip Her to Shreds
Part 2: Freddy’s Revenge (Revision 3)

14 september 2014.
coffee shop.
Next to the ferry terminal, there is a Starbucks. The girls of Sexy Team meet there before they catch the bus to school. Unfortunately, this particular Starbucks happens to be the place Will Becket gets his morning coffee. “And what is this all about, young ladies?” he asks.

Shira answers, “Suicide prevention. We have a close friend we’re trying to save, and the meds aren’t doing much to help.”

“I hope my nieces aren’t involved in this.”

“If they are, they’d better help us help her, or they’ll have a classmate’s suicide to feel guilty about for the rest of their lives.”

“You girls had better hope you’re right.” He leaves their corner and goes out the door on his way back to base.

“She absolutely hasn’t been herself the last couple days,” says Polly.

“She’s showing obvious signs of post-traumatic stress,” says Jennifer. “By now it should be obvious she’s been raped.”

Polly gasps, “Oh my god that’s horrible!

“It doesn’t help that all the paparazzi in the world came to good ol’ Bummertown to rape her some more,” Shira adds.

Harumi asks, “So what do we do to save her?”

“Detective work. Jen, you up to it?”

Jennifer raises a thumbs-up. “Count me in!”

school. Before class: Charmian fervently denies ordering anything that horrible to Shira (or that she’s jealous of Leila, but that’s neither here nor there, apparently). Kelly says Leila wasn”t tough enough. Bart claims rape is what cowards do. Lucy insinuates that Leila deserved it for being such an immoral slut, to which Shira replies, “She just looks like one to you. I’m the real thing, baby,” in response to which Lucy flees screaming. Christian also denies anything, leading Jennifer to think Leila is to her an obstacle getting in the way between her and her beloved Robert. Scotty sneers at sex criminals and says whoever did this to Leila should be hanged by their man parts.

Shira asks, “Nothing?” Jennifer shrugs. “Nothing.” Fiona sighs in despair. They hug her.

Period one: Mr Smith calls her Leela again. The mean girls chant “Leela! Leela! Leela!” Shira laughs at them and demands, “Who let the first graders in?” Kelly gasps in offense and storms out.

Period two: Mr Jones picks yet another fight with Jennifer over evolution. He preaches at her that she is wrong; she replies with a condescending long-winded lecture in which she starts making fun of him by the end. Even barely over two weeks in, the students are coming to the conclusion that he really is an ignorant fool wedded to a dead faith. This time, once he starts ranting about Heaven and Hell, Leila sighs in frustration, stands up, declares “Don’t be a fool. There is no afterlife,” and leaves. Jennifer smiles, says, “What she said,” and follows her out to give her a hug.

Period three: Mrs Turnipseed tries yet again to larn y’all Anglish, but all her blockheaded students (and especially the tutors) persist in speaking some form of the Queen’s English. In frustration, Jennifer starts speaking like a certain character on The Fat Albert Show who puts the consonant “B” into every word he speaks, making the teacher fume and the students laugh. But Leila suddenly goes into a crying phase and leaves.

School clinic: “We’re gonna have to put her under sedation,” says the school nurse. Shira signals Rob and Fiona to remain silent and says, “You mean depressants? Isn’t she depressed enough? You should know she’s had past problems with depressants.” The nurse asks, “And who’s so certain about that?” Shira answers, “Merely every single celebrity watcher in the Empire.”

Shira’s apartment. Sexy Team have a post-school meeting around the living-room coffee table. The mood is grim. “At this rate,” says Shira, “

“All I see is the mean girls doing the same old mean girl stuff they’ve been doing to us since day one,” Polly comments. “She’s survived it perfectly well before. What’s gotten into her this time?”

“Post-traumatic stress,” Jennifer answers. “Like I said, I’m certain she’s been raped. Those antidepressants she’s been taking can’t help things any. Whether you stay on ’em or quit, one of the side effects is suicide.”

“Oh, great...”

“So far, we’ve got no leverage. What can we use against ’em?”

“Hmmm.” Shira looks around idly, trying to think. Suddenly her attention is drawn by the sleeping Furby. “I think I’ve got an idea.”

15 september 2014.
ferry terminal.
Stan Green is taking a leak in the lower-level men’s restroom when Shira bursts in, Furby perched on her shoulder. “Yeek!” he squeaks as he hastes to hide his small and still-dripping penis. Shira laughs.

What the hell are you doing here?!

“I thought you guys were Straightedge, Stan.”

What? Are you stupid? We just say No!”

“I’m talking about steroids.”

Stan looks at her funny, then smugly smirks at her. “That’s no ‘drug,’ if that’s what you’re talking about. It’s the very essence of manhood itself!”

Shira gives him her “gotcha” smile. “Well, I caught you selling this quote-unquote ‘man essence.’ Take a look.” She whips out her phone, holds it in front of Stan’s face, and plays the surveillance video of him and Falconer. Stan’s jaw drops and his eyes go wide.

“You bitch!” he screams. He tries to knock the phone out of her hand with his huge fist, unconscious of the urine still squirting wildly out of his exposed penis. She pulls back the phone; he punches air.

Shira skips out of the men’s room laughing. “Die young, die strong, Dianabol!” she taunts.

“See ya!” adds Freddy as she leaves. “Wouldn’t wanna be ya!”

school. Shira brings Freddy with her. The Furby is an extremely exotic character and becomes hugely popular among her fellow students. But not everybody likes Freddy. Bart and Charmian put a contract out on it. Jocks and mean girls try to destroy it while Shira’s not looking, only to find that somebody’s always looking.

principal’s office. “I want you to get that thing out of here at once,” says an obviously creeped-out Principal.

“You mean you can’t take being insulted by a toy? I so feel sorry for you, Mr Principal.” She leaves with her Furby.

“Loser,” says Freddy.

lunch. As Shira stands in line to check out a book in the library, Polly taps her shoulder. “Where’s Leila? Everybody’s worried about her.”

“I don’t know,” Shira answers. “I haven’t seen her in class today. Maybe the clinic?”

Suddenly Beck bursts in, holding his groin and bleeding from the nose. “Fuckin’ faggot! I didn’t fuckin’ do anything to your fuckin’ whore sister!”

Rob follows him in. “No F-bombs in the library, punk. And stop lying.” He grabs Beck by the collar and pulls him toward the door.

Beck struggles to break Rob’s grip. “Lemme go, you mmf mff mmmm-mmm—” Shira crams her scarf in his mouth.

“Rob! What happened to Leila?”

Rob maneuvers Beck into a stranglehold. “Seems our Valiant friends here helped the brother of one of ’em rape her. I overheard a couple of ’em bragging about it.”

“Well! Did they say where?”

“Dope drop in Forest Lake Park.”

Shira takes out her phone. “You mean where I set up a camera to catch Bart’s big brother sell illegal steroids to the Major, the football coach, or both?”

Beck gasps in horror, goes, limp, and squeaks. Shira takes her scarf out of his mouth. “We didn’t do anything to her! Honest!”

Shira flashes him a cockeyed, narrow-eyed smirk that says, I’ve got you now, baka. She redirects her attention to the phone and calls up the video app. “You know, you can lie all you want, but the camera never does.” She grins wickedly at him. “I’ve got the goods on Falconer and Mobley already. If I did catch you date raping Leila, your little indulgence in malicious pleasure just gave me the means to destroy you and your entire team.” She puts her phone back in its case and re-ties her scarf around her neck. “In other words, your asses are mine. Now tell me, who was that guy you sold the drugs to?”

Beck stands there with his mouth wide open, unable to speak. Rob says, “His name is Oliver Thorwald.”

“You mean the son of that killer oligarch who got himself blown up by one of my deliveries two weeks ago?”

“Yeah, him. Big smoke Corporate with a billionaire daddy who got blown up couple weeks ago.”

“Lemme guess: he’s got it in for me, and he thinks the slightly less rich psychopaths of Valiant Team can help him get rid of me. Y’know, Becky, you guys just took one step closer to a Gang Rules vendetta.”

In panic Beck blurts, “I don’t know about Rex, but I promise I won’t say a word! Your word is my command! I’ll even get Ollie’s ass for you!”

“Oh, don’t bother right now.” She grabs Beck’s collar, pulls him close, and warns, “But if anything bad happens to Leila... well, you know.” She lets go. He dashes out of the library as fast as he can.

“Lamer,” says Freddy.

period 2. Mr. Jones gets into Jennifer’s face. “There ain’t no such thing as quote-unquote evolution!” he snarls. “So explain to me why there’s still apes!”

Jennifer rises out of her seat and smiles. “It’s called speciation,” she lectures, “defined as the emergence of new species out of old ones. When a group of one species is isolated from the rest of its species, whether in another place or a separate ecological niche, it eventually becomes unable to breed with its old species, and thus becomes a new species. It’s what Darwin wanted to explain: how did one South American finch species turn into so many when it reached the Galápagos? Speciation is also why the Neanderthals coexisted with us Cro-Magnon humans for so long without interbreeding until they did. If you can’t accept this fact, you don’t believe in reality.”

“Reality’s just a liberal prejudice, young lady.”

“If you believe that, then, objectively speaking, I’m afraid your revolution has no future.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“Entropy.” She flounces away like a Fleer sister, right out the door.

Freddy says, “Ding ding ding!”

lunch. Shira and Jennifer spot Kelly and Debbie failing to hide the fact that they’re pulling some prank, from the “Hi! I’m a spy!” way they’re running to the malicious giggles. They notice the two are carrying some of Leila’s things. They look at each other. “Gaslighting?” asks Jennifer.

“Perfect mark for it,” says Shira.

16 september 2014.
hallway.
Shira finds Charmian blackmailing Leila. Charmian suddenly feels a presence and turns to find Shira frowning at her, hands on hips. “And what is that supposed to be?”

“This,” Shira replies, “is my spy. You and your gang had better behave in his presence, ’cuz he can see for miles and miles. Now stop picking on Leila and go to class.”

Charmian glares at her for a second, then harrumphs and flounces away. Shira looks at Leila with concern and places her hand gently on her tear-soaked, mascara-smeared cheek. “Leila, what happened?”

Leila shakes her head violently and runs away sobbing. A chill comes over Shira.

period 1. Mr Smith takes roll call. When he calls off “Leela Shelley,” Leila gets up, sighs in despair at his incurable cluelessness, and leaves for the door.

“‘Leela, Leela, Leela, Leela’ — stop being so childish, old man.” Leila shoots a murderous glare at the mean girls, then leaves the classroom, making sure to slam the door.

Jennifer whispers, “Whatever it is they did to Leila, she’s not taking it well, to say the least.”

Shira stares forward grimly. “If Rob’s right, then it’s about time we knock off some Tournament Leaders.”

school clinic. As soon as Shira sits down, the smiling nurse shows her some packages of Ritalin and says, “It looks like the pharmaceutical company’s sent us a bunch of extras yet again. Could you, like, take ’em off our hands? You can always jew me down if you like.” She winks.

Annoyed, Shira sighs. “You should know, I’ve got so much adrenaline in my system, I don’t need that kind of stuff. So I’d probably sell it for a big markup on the black market. But I could make an even bigger profit by turning you in to the authorities for a hefty bounty.” She leans toward the nurse seductively. “However, if you sleep with me, I won’t say a word.” She grins.

The nurse’s eyes open wide in shock. She strains to smile. “What if I tell the Principal you’re sexually harrassing me?”

“Then I’ll tell the police you’re dealing drugs.” Shira winks.

The smile disappears. “Oh,” the nurse says weakly.

“Lame,” says Freddy.

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Saturday, July 16, 2011

Spanner 7.1: Pretty Baby

Third Revision Update: Originally Part 8.1. The Second Edition produced a huge continuity error when I placed the end of the first draft’s Chapter 7 at the end of Chapter 6. That means this installment would have to become Part 7.1, but I was neglectful with the edits at that period, so I waited to correct it till now. But now the error has been corrected. Also, Leila’s role is now more central in the leadup to the cliffhanger at the end of Chapter 8.

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Chaos Angel Spanner — Chapter 7: Love Missile
Part 1: Pretty Baby (Revision 3)

Feminism is a socialist, anti-family,
political movement that encourages women
to leave their husbands, kill their children,
practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism,
and become lesbians.

Rev. Pat Robertson
(defending Osama bin Laden and al-Qaeda on 11 September 2001)

A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.
Irina Dunn

7 september 2014.
hospital.
The wolf chases Leila. If he catches her, he’ll rip her to shreds with his teeth and eat her. She runs as fast as she can and tries to avoid him. Her body is covered in blood from the wounds he has carved into her flesh with his fangs and claws. Every time she thinks she’s lost him, he attacks her again without warning.

Several times, she wakes up screaming. She tries to sleep again, but the nightmare only continues from where it left off. Reno Corson, come back from the grave for revenge, continues to rape her, again and again, in her dreams.

Nenene’s apartment. Once the drugs wear off, you wake up and reach across your bed and touch only bed. Your loli-chan is gone!

You get up with a start. “Ai-chan ga itta—” You run into the closet. The box where you keep your drugs is unlocked and open. “My drugs are gone!”

Nenene says in Japanese, “What are you blathering about this time, Koji?”

You answer in English, “Ai-chan — she’s gone!

“No remind me. She run away last week.”

She stole my drugs!

“You so baka,” says Nenene. “She flush your drugs down toilet.”

You decide it’s time to cry manly tears. “Ai-chan, why you leave me?”

Nenene laughs. “’Cos she no like you fuck her instead of me! Sukebe.”

“So where she go?”

“She run away Shira Thomas.”

You revert to Japanese — “Nani?!” — and faint dead away.

Shira’s apartment. Her name is Ayla. Ayla Izumi. She is at least half Korean. Japan’s ruling Master Race has a special hatred of Koreans. Them, and the native Ainu. Ayla is intrigued to find out from Shira that her name comes from a fantasy novel in which most of the characters are ice-age Neanderthals. The character named Ayla is a blond beauty who looks like Shira’s favorite cousin. Shira showed her the picture of Jennifer last night.

Shira wants to get up, but Ayla refuses to let go of her. She gently nudges the girl. “Ai-chan?”

Ayla says, “Please don’t leave me.”

Shira decides to charm her. She kisses her gently on the cheek. “Ayla, if you don’t let me get up, I won’t be able to start our morning bath, and then you can’t get in it with me.”

The girl looks at Shira. After a pause, she lets go.

bathroom. Shira leans back and Ayla lies on her back on top of her; she caresses the girl’s naked torso beneath the mass of bubbles. Ayla asks, “You ever make love to little girls?”

Shira laughs. “When I was a little girl, yes.”

Ayla’s eyes go wide. “Really?”

“You were Koji’s loli, right?” Ayla nods. “So how come you three are here in America?”

“Koji-kun took me away from another gang.”

“Which one?”

“Nikoniko Gumi.”

Shira gasps. Nikoniko Gumi: the infamous Smiley Gang. Yakuza klownz with a vicious reputation. “Did you know I faced the Nikoniko once?”

Aira turns over to face Shira. Her mouth is wide open. “You did?”

“Let me guess. Koji had way too much saké, went baka, challenged a Smiley to a Game Wars fight for big yen and lost. Now he’s in debt. The Nikoniko kidnap you not long after I raped him with my trusty strap-on. That’s where I come in. I distract the Nikoniko, he takes advantage and steals you back. But he’s still in debt, so Nenene brings you and Koji here, where the klownz don’t own his debt. Am I right?” Ayla nods. “Even if the Nikoniko come here, you’re safe from them now, ’cuz you’re my sweet loli-chan now, and not his.”

The girl’s face brightens. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

She throws herself onto Shira (“oof—”) and holds her as tight as she can. “Thank you! Thank you!” Shira puts her arms around the happy child and kisses her on the cheek.

hospital. No one comes to see Leila. She assumes her grandfather is keeping her friends away from her just so he can maximize her despair for his advantage. The more she knows about Walter Brinkman, the more passionately she hates him. At times, the hate threatens to consume her. She fights it back.

She struggles to remember who raped her. He treated her viciously. As he raped her and beat her, he ranted endlessly. Even then she got the impression that he thought her femaleness a mortal threat to his manhood. The voice sounds like Reno Corson’s.

She realizes why Oliver had Reno rape her. It wasn’t just payback for what she did to him and Bunny Strakeljahn at Bumbershoot. Oliver blames her for his father’s death. She wishes she had delivered the bomb herself. Who could get Shira to send Lars Thorwald of Biotron a bomb without her knowing it? Only one person could have done it, she realizes: her own mother, trying to protect her from Oliver and from her own grandfather. For a moment she hates her mother for not protecting her from Oliver and Reno this time. But then it occurs to her that Oliver betrayed her to Reno deliberately, to prevent Taylor Brinkman from protecting her, as an act of revenge for cheating on the one man she hates more than her grandfather.

Oliver Thorwald, she vows, must die.

Despair and hatred seep through her body, consume it, caress it, fills it with hideous blackness. She tries to shock it away, but remembers the last bed she destroyed that way. She gains control of herself, pushes it back slowly, reclaims herself from the darkness.

The memory of Shira’s kiss touches her lips, her body. The darkness flees. Leila sighs in relief. She won’t turn evil. At least not now.

breakfast. The soft pink towel robe covers her body securely, but still Ayla holds it to her body as if it might fly away at any time. She cannot bear to be naked in front of anyone but Shira. She holds her breath in fear and hope as Shira and her mother argue over her. “We can’t keep her,” says Hope.

“We have to keep her,“ says Shira.

“She’ll bring us unwanted attention.”

“From the Yakuza? Not anymore. Koji-baka lost her, so sorry, his bad. Boss Mizoguchi’s son’ll have to answer to daddy now, not just the Nikoniko yakuza he owes.”

“I meant the INS. You know how much trouble we’ve been having with them already, just because we ourselves are insufficiently white. If they find out we’re in possession of a nonwhite alien, they’ll either kick us out of the country or throw us in jail in no time flat.”

“I say we adopt her.”

“That means going through the Eugenics Institute first, and they don’t look kindly on nonwhite adoptions, to say the least.”

“Angie’ll have to open up some loopholes, then. Bottom line is, we keep her, or her blood’s on our hands.”

Hope stares at her daughter. Shira remains unyielding. After several seconds, Hope sighs. “Very well, then. I’ll call Angie.”

Shira smiles. “Thank you.” Ayla sighs in relief.

hospital. Fiona throws herself on Leila in her bed and cries for her with all her heart. “Not again!” she wails. “How could they do this to you again?!”

Leila cannot answer with words. Her body convulses with sobs; tears flow freely from her eyes. She cries as much for her sister as herself. She feels like she is torturing Fiona with her black despair.

Her twin brother tries to dry her tears. She feels she does not deserve a brother as sweet and dedicated to her as Robert. She tries to tell him, but she chokes on her own tears.

Soon they make way for their mother. Taylor Brinkman is dressed in a sleeveless short black dress that exposes the tattoos on her arms and legs; her short black hair is razor-cut rough, her face and body almost like her own, her eyes the same rare color. “It was him,” she says in cold rage, “wasn’t it.” Leila nods sadly.

Fiona and Rob make way. Taylor throws herself on her daughter’s bed, on her body, holds her tight like a protective mother panther. Her body shudders with bitter sobs, with love for her violated daughter, with hatred for the evil man who tortured her yet again and for her own father, who forced that monster on her daughter...

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