Instant Flash - Episode #3 (titled Cannibalistic)

It has been an eventful past week since I decided I would not take any shit from the lesbians and the stupid stripper. I did them both pretty good and laid them to rest—good thing they didn’t have powers like Scar. I have decided as of now that from now on, I am going to do my best to rid New York of any and all crime possible. 1

I let my boyfriend thrust his way inside me, again and again, but he’s wearing a condom, so that I don’t end up pregnant or any of that unwanted—at the moment—bullshit. I want kids someday, but that day is not right now or that close in the future, either. 2

We stop making love and I head out to my front porch, where—unsurprisingly—two boxes from UPS are sitting there, waiting for me to grab. I mean, what normal eighteen year old girl—or guy, for that matter—is going to go without UPS at her fingertips? Other than being freakishly strong and nice, I am a normal eighteen year old girl. 3

I slide a leather miniskirt on—after sliding my other one off—and slide fishnet stockings over my legs, up close to my vagina. With this prostitute look, I am sure to bag myself some criminals before bedtime. Just so you know, I do live with my parents, but they’re usually at work, having sex or are too busy to be around me. They hardly ever leave their bedroom, and they only do so when they head to work or make their own breakfast. They are absolute bastards. 4

I apply a lot of black mascara and silver eyeliner over my eyes, then some red lip gloss. I then comb my hair and put some ankle-high leather boots on. 5

I have this new logo for looking for potential weirdos and criminals. I just put a sign up that says, “do you feel ready for the trouble that I come with? If so, the fee is a mere thousand smackers, fucker.” That will probably work on count of how most people who want a prostitute are too scared of the attitude in the sign. 6

I stand on the side of the road and put the sign up in the air, winking at everyone that passes by. Most look scared of me, but there are a few who just look saddened, but because of what I am doing, not because they are sad they can’t have me—in bed, that is. 7

A midnight blue Corvette pulls in front of me, and I bend down to get a closer look at the driver. “Do you want me?” I ask, showing him my breasts for a few seconds. 8

He smiles, and pulls his wallet out of his jeans. He fumbles it, but picks it back up. “A thousand bucks, right?” he says and asks after he hands me the money, “What is your name, Miss?” 9

“Robin,” I say in reply and open the car door. 10

He drives for about five minutes before he says, “So, you look very sexy, Robin.” He rubs my thigh, up into my skirt, to my panties. 11

I almost puke and manage to get a slutty laugh out—lucky first try, I’d say—and reply with, “You look fuckin hot, too,” and I almost gag again. 12

The guy I am driving with looks as if someone hit him in the face with a baseball bat, dug a knife into it several times and also shot him a couple times, but he had obviously gotten the bullets pulled out later, because I don’t see them. I guess he looks like that after his other prostitutes try to save themselves. One brought a gun? Okay. That’s new. 13

He stops the car in what looks like the middle of nowhere and he gets out, motioning for me to do the same. I do so and follow him to what looks like a cave with blood-covered stone walls and small heads are drawn onto the wall, most of them women-like. But he clicks on something from his left hand—a remote, I guess—and the cave turns into a rather fancy house, new-looking. 14

He invites me in and says, “Welcome to my home, Robin. I hope it is to your liking, sweetie.”15

I step in the door and take my jacket off, revealing to him a sleeveless t-shirt—snug—and I sit down on the living room couch, where a light above it is flashing ‘slut bed’ in big, red, jagged letters. 16

He opens his mouth and calls, “Rodney and Marcus, we have some company! Come down and bid her hello.” 17

I jump in surprise at this new information, but the man says, “Neither of us have had someone so fresh and beautiful as you in at least ten years. Let us share you. They’ll pay, too.” He flashes me a grin and seems to be pleading by making a sad puppy Dog face. 18

I nod, thinking, oh, boy, two more to kill. I wonder what they’re criminals at. “Sure. You can all have sex with me, but you better have condoms.” 19

He smiles and Rodney and Marcus enter the room. “These are my two brothers, Rodney and Marcus Hanson,” he says and I have a sudden jolt of fear shoot through my spine. 20

I cautiously ask, “What’s your name?” 21

He grabs my wrists and holds my legs down with one of his own legs. He then ties them down, so that I can hardly move. He grins wickedly and says, “Scar.” 22

I yell and try to shake free of the bindings, but then realize something: I can’t die. Even if I was shot in the head, I would just bleed badly, but not die. Scar most likely doesn’t know this. If he did, he’d scared, unless he knows of a way to reverse the Instant Flash potion. 23

“We’re all going to fuck you until you collapse. And then, we’re going to eat you, every single bite of you, Robin,” Scar says to me and rips all of my clothes off, other than my fishnet stockings. 24

He grabs my vagina and squeezes it as hard as he can, making blood pour out. He rips my vagina off and shoves his hairy penis and testicles into my open ass, drenching his little man in my blood. 25

But then, it all starts happening. One second, I am bleeding heavily, and the next, he backs away in fear, trembling from his head to his toes. Though I am bound by ropes and chains, I can still feel something different from within my throbbing ass. I squirt a purple liquid out an I am even shocked by what it does. I thought I wouldn’t be shocked by anything by body could now do, but once again, my body has shocked me. 26

The purple liquid wraps itself around Scar’s neck and rips it open, heading inside, making him shake and fall to the cold, concrete floor. I gasp, but watch as the purple liquid comes out of his stomach, bursting into three different squirts of liquid. 27

One part of the moving, solid liquid goes inside his head and before I know it, his brain is yanked out and his head explodes all over the wall behind him, spelling out ‘victory.’ The second squirt of liquid goes inside his stomach and pulls out his other internal organs—his heart, kidneys, lungs, bowels, everything else—and splashes the word ‘is’ right under the other word. The third and final squirt of liquid grabs his penis and testicles, rips them off and it spreads the word ‘Robin’s’ right under the other two, with little pieces of the meat. 28

All three purple squirts do a mock imitation of a performer bowing and thanking the crowd—or so it seems. It then squirts back inside of me and I mouth ‘wow.’ 29

Both Rodney and Marcus look at me and run. I throw a dagger at them and it zips through both of their heads, making a loud thump on the ground in front of the door. 30

I smile, put my clothes on and sigh. “I sure do wish they’d stop being so damn stupid,” I say and shake my head in disappointment—though I already expected them to be that way in the first place. 31

I walk outside after one last look at the dead bodies, slide into the Corvette and crank the car. 32

All of a sudden, the opposite car door opens and in steps a familiar bitch… Caress Hanson. She is dressed in practically the same clothes as me, but is wearing a white miniskirt instead of black and leather. Her top is open and I can see her two large breasts jiggling. 33

I grin at her and she grabs my hand, rips it off and eats my fingers, but my hand—as usual—grows back within a mere three seconds or so. 34

She grins at me and runs her hand inside my skirt, pulls my panties down and feels of my vagina and pulls at my clit. “You’re hot,” she remarks. 35

I smile. “Are you Paris Hilton or something?” I ask and she slyly grins again. 36

“No, but I love your ass,” Caress remarks and licks her lips. 37

I nod. “Not as much as I love this,” I reply and shove a knife in her mouth, coming out of her neck, and watch her bleed to death. 38