Instant Flash - Episode #2 (titled Badass Stripper)

It has been about a week since my encounter with the guy who would just not stay dead—who police confirmed to be a murderer of nineteen teenage girls, named Scar Hanson. I now feel as if my private life has been invaded, because I was stripped naked, had my virginity taken away and no one believes anything other than the raping. They don’t believe that he died and then came back alive. They just believe that he raped me and beat me up a little. 1

I am now sitting in my favorite place in town other than my room—police are inspecting it to make sure that it’s safe from all things that can hurt me, other than the blade in my drawer—and it’s the local bar. I usually go here on Sundays to watch the performances on the TV—they have a concert kind of thing installed for their cable—and just sit down at the table that is always empty. I look away from the TV and see that two girls are heading toward the table, the table that no one else visits other than me. 2

One chimes in and says, “Do you know where the pee place is?” and she is holding onto her crotch. 3

I point to behind where all of the drunks are getting their drinks from and jerk my index finger to the right afterward. “If you didn’t catch that, I said straight ahead and to the left,” I say to them, as they’re both confused. 4

One of them sits beside me and leans in on my ear. “She’s kind of retarded, but she sure is cute,” she tells me, sniggers and puts her arm around my shoulder. “If you feel like it, I can show you our room.” 5

I smirk and nod. “Hmm…I am getting sick and tired of this place, anyway. I’ll go with you on one condition. If you don’t start whacking me up, then I’ll go with you,” I reply and she grabs my hand, drags me out of the bar and takes me to one of the sleeping rooms inside the bar, but not allowed for people who don’t own the place. 6

“So, this is where Vicky and I sleep at—we’re lesbians—and this is where I usually drink my beer at after I’ve had it ordered,” she tells me, sits down on the bed, then spreads her legs far apart, signing. 7

I sit down in the floor and point at the far wall to the right. “Who is that?” I ask, noticing a picture of two girls, naked, having sex. 8

She laughs. “That’s Vicky and Caress, which is my name,” she replies and sighs again. “Do you ever wonder what life is all about…other than the clichés?” 9

I nod. “Well, I kind of found out what life is all about last week when a man picked me up from the street, was nice at first but then turned mean. He started raping me and then he tied me up, beat me up, cut me up and did a lot more,” I tell her, almost crying, but with a tone of mockery in my voice, as well. 10

Caress licks her lips. “I think that you were lucky to get away from that man. Isn’t he the one that murdered nineteen teenage girls?” she asks, unzipping her pants. 11

I nod. “Yes. He was the same man,” I reply and hang my head down low. 12

Caress smiles, as she pulls her pants off and picks me up from the floor. She kisses my neck and throws me onto the bed beside her. I am shocked by this, but not really that angry. 13

“So, have you ever had sex with a woman?” she asks me, rips her blouse open and reveals two larger boobs than mine. 14

I shake my head. “Until last week, I was a virgin, so no,” I reply, dully, as she pulls my skirt off, then slips my shirt over my head and snaps my bra off, along with pulling down my underwear. 15

She crawls inside me, her soft skin pushing up against mine, melting her vagina by dripping all over me. “You should enjoy this a lot more than the forced sex that you were given last week, sweetie,” she tells me and starts kissing my neck, sucking, biting and moving her mouth to my breasts, biting into them, as well. 16

I sigh. “This feels so much better than last time,” I say, absentminded. I just said that because she was obviously nicer than the guy last week. I’m no doubt straight, but if a girl is nicer, then I’ll like her more. 17

Caress moves her hand down to my vagina and yanks it, making me spill a little blood and I realize that I’m going through just about the same thing again as I did last week. She moves her mouth to my vagina and starts sucking the blood, hungrily, and I moan in pain. 18

“You’re just like him, you fucking bitch,” I say and try yanking away, but it only makes me bleed more, ripping my vagina open. 19

She whispers, “I’m his sister, you dirty slut.” 20

I breathe hard and see the door behind her open. “Help me, Vicky,” I say in a doubtful attempt to get her lover to be on my side.21

Vicky snarls. “You killed her brother, you tramp, and you think I’m going to help you kill her?” she asks, runs over to me and joins in on sucking my vagina dry of blood. 22

Caress smiles and kisses Vicky, blood all over her mouth, dripping at both sides. I look at them as they lock their lips on each others, hold onto their partner’s heads, and make out passionately. I gag at this and watch as my vagina continues to spill blood. 23

“Let’s tie the bitch up and see if she can gag about our beautiful love, then,” Vicky says and finds a rope, quickly ties it around my legs and wrists and then tapes my mouth shut. 24

Caress takes a knife from her desk and shovels it inside my stomach, ripping it open, and feeling of my insides, licking my kidneys. I can’t believe I’m still alive, much less not even in that much pain. She notices this and backs away from my body, as I rip through the rope, jump up from the bed and pick them both up by their necks. 25

Vicky yelps and I slap her across the face, breaking her neck, and I twist her head around and around until it falls of. All of a sudden, I’ve been given an extra boost of strength, or at least one that I didn’t know I had until just now. Vicky’s head drops to the floor and I let go of her neck, her body thumping to the floor and blood flooding out of her body. 26

Caress yelps, too, and I knee her in the crotch, making the bones in her ass crunch, her blood flooding out and making her yelp even louder. I realize that her ass is stuck to the wall and I stop holding onto her neck, as she whimpers, currently spitting out blood. I also notice that the only thing keeping her alive is that her body is still together, via being smashed together in the wall. She is crying, but her tears are those of an evil bitch that didn’t know what she was getting into. I didn’t know what she was getting into, to tell you the truth.27

I pull at her legs and the top half of her body falls of the wall, too, her eyes closing, her guts spilling out and her blonde hair drenched in blood from her partner. No one would believe this was done by foot and hand alone, and they would have to think that some guy came over and smashed the two girls to bits. No one thought that I killed Scar, and they probably won’t think I killed Vicky and Caress. But they had all tried to kill me, so it was just justice. 28

I pick up a small tablet and read ‘if you can smash someone well enough to seem like a flyswatter against a fly, you mustn’t be human, or you at least have some alien blood in you.’ It was the second rule in a book that is called ‘Forever Powerful Eden.’ I sigh at this and throw it on top of Vicky’s chest, put my clothes back on and walk out of the room. 29

I suppose some things are meant to be. If anyone else would have been in that room with Scar—or should I say, Mr. fuckhead—then they probably would have not seen the bottle of liquid and wouldn’t have drank it. What I just now did to those two women had been something that took effect by drinking that liquid. I mean, I’m only five foot two, and they were at least five foot seven each. 30

I sit back in my usual seat in the bar and lean back and relax. Someone comes up and she says, “Hi, I’m a local stripper. I would like to invite you come and die.” 31

I gasp and notice that no one else is in the bar at the moment…it had closed about twenty minutes ago. I smile at her and say, “Well, what kind of death do you want?” and clasp my hands together. 32

“I’m Kiki and would love to bite you dead,” she says as if she’s a robot, jumps on me and punches her hand inside my stomach, pulls out my heart and bites into it. Yet I am not dead. 33

“So, bitch, what do you plan on doing with that heart of mine?” I ask, grab her by the neck and slap her head off, blood splattering all over the room, in my face and all over my clothes. 34

I concentrate and wish my clothes to be clean. They are automatically clean and the stripper is—creepily—not dead yet. She holds her hand out and grabs my face. I twitch back, but not before she rips my head off and I can feel her bite into it. But as she bites into my head, I see my body from afar and it’s growing another head. I obviously had the invincibility potion in my body and not only does it make you invisible, but it also makes you have full out strength. 35

I look into the strippers’ eyes and pull them out. I then straddle her from behind—from wishing I was there—and masturbate my ass tightly into her, urinating. I wrap my arms around her small waist and hug her as tightly as I can, popping the top of her body off the bottom of her body. 36

She collapses to the ground, no longer breathing, and I clap my hands together a few times, dusting off. “When you mess with me, make sure to bring invincibility, or you’ll be killed just like that,” I say and suddenly, I scare myself with my cocky attitude. 37