3121 C

Posted by Sherry Roit on Monday, May 27, 2019




Cheyenne's tongue tip darted out to taste the corner of her mouth. Salty copper, blood.

"Thanks," she said. "But if this keeps up, I may need an iron tablet."

"There you go, again," said Thing One, "trying to be clever. How's that working out, so far, lieutenant?"

"I'll get back to you on that. Too soon to tell."

Maroni's muscleman laughed. "You're like a bad movie."

"Funny, considering you guys reached back into the archives for personalities. I'm just playing along."

"You two done with the foreplay?" Thing Two asked as he approached her chair.

Cheyenne winced.

Thing Two smiled the smile of his people: Smug. "Scared?"

"No," she said. "It's your haircut. Did you actually pay someone to do that, or is it a mistake, I honestly can't tell."

Swack

A backhand to her face. It was so easy to bait these guys. The copper taste du jour filled her mouth. She looked up at the big cheese head, swallowed, and smiled.

"What's she so happy about," the meat sack asked the other meat sack.

"She likes it?" He shrugged. "I heard that about her, I think."

As if either of them could think. Maroni told them what to think.

"Oh, yeah?" Her abuser offered a seriously psychotic grin. "Maybe she'd get all wet if I pulled her fingernails out, one by one."

"As opposed to all at once?" She shook her head. "I think toenails would work better," Cheyenne said. "Just a hunch."

"Get a load of this dame."

Cheyenne rolled her eyes. This was the stupidest movie, ever. Predictable dialogue, stereotypical crooks. They'd definitely gone way back in the archives.

"Boss says she lives. For now. He wants to talk to her."

"Did I say anything about killing her, Lawwwrence?" said the sadist.

"Cut it with that crap."

"Yeah, cut it with that crap, Milton. Milty. Millll--"

SWACK

"Shut it."

"Hey, hey," Lawrence grabbed Milton's broad arm. "Why do you let her get to you like that?"

Milton smiled. "It's what she wants, right? I'm just giving her what she wants. I know how to treat a lady, after all." His gaze ate her up. Oh yeah, he liked her tied to that chair, helpless in his eyes.

It started low. Soft. It grew in volume and speed, like a recording on fast forward. Soon, it was an honest to god, gasping for air, laughing fit.

"What the hell is so funny?" Uncle Milty asked. 

"I'm gonna shit can this entire script and start over, " Cheyenne said between giggles.

"How's that? Being clever again?" Lawrence stared down at her; a smirk tickled at the corners of his thin lips.

She looked at him. "Yes." Lawrence. Lawrence the fixer, cleaner, ass kisser.  "I'm going to toss it into the trash, light it on fire, and dance on its demise." Her laughter returned.

"I think you hit her too hard, Milt."

"Or not hard enough," the oily haired errand boy, said. 

In the same moment that Milton cocked an arm, ready to throw a fist, to see if it knocked some sense in her, or knocked her out, Cheyenne clicked her heels.

one.

two.

BOOM

The explosion blew parts of her in every direction. Sadly, for Milton and Lawrence, it made shrapnel of them, as well.

Cheyenne wished she could've seen their expressions in the split- second before their characters were erased. Maybe she'd get to see it later, on playback, after resurrection.

MISSION COMPLETE

ROGER THAT





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3121 C

Posted by Sherry Roit on Monday, May 27, 2019




Cheyenne's tongue tip darted out to taste the corner of her mouth. Salty copper, blood.

"Thanks," she said. "But if this keeps up, I may need an iron tablet."

"There you go, again," said Thing One, "trying to be clever. How's that working out, so far, lieutenant?"

"I'll get back to you on that. Too soon to tell."

Maroni's muscleman laughed. "You're like a bad movie."

"Funny, considering you guys reached back into the archives for personalities. I'm just playing along."

"You two done with the foreplay?" Thing Two asked as he approached her chair.

Cheyenne winced.

Thing Two smiled the smile of his people: Smug. "Scared?"

"No," she said. "It's your haircut. Did you actually pay someone to do that, or is it a mistake, I honestly can't tell."

Swack

A backhand to her face. It was so easy to bait these guys. The copper taste du jour filled her mouth. She looked up at the big cheese head, swallowed, and smiled.

"What's she so happy about," the meat sack asked the other meat sack.

"She likes it?" He shrugged. "I heard that about her, I think."

As if either of them could think. Maroni told them what to think.

"Oh, yeah?" Her abuser offered a seriously psychotic grin. "Maybe she'd get all wet if I pulled her fingernails out, one by one."

"As opposed to all at once?" She shook her head. "I think toenails would work better," Cheyenne said. "Just a hunch."

"Get a load of this dame."

Cheyenne rolled her eyes. This was the stupidest movie, ever. Predictable dialogue, stereotypical crooks. They'd definitely gone way back in the archives.

"Boss says she lives. For now. He wants to talk to her."

"Did I say anything about killing her, Lawwwrence?" said the sadist.

"Cut it with that crap."

"Yeah, cut it with that crap, Milton. Milty. Millll--"

SWACK

"Shut it."

"Hey, hey," Lawrence grabbed Milton's broad arm. "Why do you let her get to you like that?"

Milton smiled. "It's what she wants, right? I'm just giving her what she wants. I know how to treat a lady, after all." His gaze ate her up. Oh yeah, he liked her tied to that chair, helpless in his eyes.

It started low. Soft. It grew in volume and speed, like a recording on fast forward. Soon, it was an honest to god, gasping for air, laughing fit.

"What the hell is so funny?" Uncle Milty asked. 

"I'm gonna shit can this entire script and start over, " Cheyenne said between giggles.

"How's that? Being clever again?" Lawrence stared down at her; a smirk tickled at the corners of his thin lips.

She looked at him. "Yes." Lawrence. Lawrence the fixer, cleaner, ass kisser.  "I'm going to toss it into the trash, light it on fire, and dance on its demise." Her laughter returned.

"I think you hit her too hard, Milt."

"Or not hard enough," the oily haired errand boy, said. 

In the same moment that Milton cocked an arm, ready to throw a fist, to see if it knocked some sense in her, or knocked her out, Cheyenne clicked her heels.

one.

two.

BOOM

The explosion blew parts of her in every direction. Sadly, for Milton and Lawrence, it made shrapnel of them, as well.

Cheyenne wished she could've seen their expressions in the split- second before their characters were erased. Maybe she'd get to see it later, on playback, after resurrection.

MISSION COMPLETE

ROGER THAT





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