"Right here on my finger. The card's interior has bloody fingerprints...how can you not see it?" The card was signed, "H E L..." beside her name. Looking up at a bewildered Jody she mumbled, "HELL?"
"Only you can see it evidently."
"OH FUCK! Maybe it's H E L--P! Noigel must be going after the girls." A quick survey of the other cards found more bloody H E L's...on a male orderly's card the role changed to a batch of letter P's on their sides with a tiny notch on the rounded part of the P..."The P's are made to look like Penises. FUCK!"
Another male devoted card had the same P's on their sides but these were looking as if cum shooting up out of the tiny lines in the circular arch of the P. "SICK MOTHERFUCKER! How is Noigel doing this?"
"I don't see anything." She did find money. Technically...blood money. Jody then took the card and held it under her opened palm just to see if her abilities offered her a deeper insight. "Sure enough a faint glow illuminated the blood so that her eyes could now see it. In a panic she tosses the card back into the suitcase.
"He doesn't want me to use the money. He wants me to have trouble surviving out there."
"Then we use my money."
"What if he taints it?"
"MOTHERFUCKER!" The demon Incubus kind of was considering he tapped Gwen while possessing Brandon. Nothing new for Noigel...pussy was pussy.
"I have to check on the girls. Let me see your phone." A hand off Raven looks up the number but the Crowley Manson reception phone went to voicemail. Hearing the recorder say, "Hi! You've reached the Gates of Hell...I'm taking the girls on a field trip right now...if it's important leave you name, number, and reason for screaming at the tone..." BEEEEP!
Hanging up with a look of horror Raven's eyes began glowing red until Jody touched her hand. The second she did Raven's eyes returned to their normal baby blues. "Just breath!"
"He's going to hurt my friends. I have to do something."
Hearing sirens in multitude Jody looks away, "Hear that? It sounds like it's coming this way. Did the cops find you?"
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Raven leaped up and grabbed her clothing, tossing them back into her suitcase, uncaring if blood got on them from the cards. She simply felt the need to run. "I'll be in contact. Just act normal if they knock on the door. Better get dressed!"
"Right!" Jody grabbed another t-shirt from Hector's dresser and threw it on in a blur just to keep up with Raven heading for the front door. Before she even opened the door the Crowley Manson bus came to a loud crash into Hector's mailbox which was surrounded by a brick foundation. Demolished foundation now!
"OH FUCK! He brought them here." The picture window offering a nightmarish view toward the front of the crushed bus buried in bricks and mortar. A tree on the street adding to it's crumpled state. Driver's window down the bus driver obviously possessed was slapping the side of the bus laughing his ass off. The thing was the driver's arm looked twisted from a break, bone sticking out of his skin. Looking over at Raven as she rushed to open the door the driver chuckled pointing at the splintered
"BONER! HUMERUS!"
Raven at least could see hands by the dozens slapping murky smoked window panes from the interior and immediately sensed their trauma. Tears began to fall to the point Raven gave up and just tossed her suitcase aside. "I can't run. They need me to fix this. Somehow!"
"Right behind you Babe!" Jody lay her chin on Raven's right shoulder. Raven patting the girl on the cheek felt grateful, it was when she turned to her left shoulder that she worried. Angel on the right...little Devil on the left? Maybe she was the Devil...she knew one thing...she was pissed off.
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Responding to a hijacked bus call Detective Heather Choi looked at her partner at the coffee machine who was gabbing with a female officer and decided to abandon him. Racing to her police issue car Heather sped out of the Precinct lot and followed a horde of patrol cars. "So much for my need to call Crowley Manson. Sounds like that evil fucker beat me there. Has to be him, right?" Turning on her own flashing lights to stop traffic it was a race against time.
Weaving in and around ignorant drivers ignoring the pull over code she cursed under her breath calling them every name in the book. At an intersection she worried sensing someone might blow the stoplight so slowed down. A good omen it was as a bright red Ferrari came fishtailing in the crossroads cutting her off and gunning it in pursuit of the other cars. "IT'S HER! 6SEX6 on the plate. Is she going to the call too? What the hell?"
Hot pursuit took on a whole new meaning as Heather spotted flaming tire tracks that went out as fast as they lit the pavement. So much for that good omen! "What am I getting myself into? I should just quit and move back to Seoul. Take Keith with me and live...happily ever after." Definitely not Heather Choi to run away. "Fuck that!"
90 in a 30 just to keep up with the Spitfire Grill she followed her and the police unit, SWAT on the way. The blocks all around Hector's home were packed with priority units all backing one another up. Seeing the Ferrari zip past an on foot Officer warding traffic around for safety, Heather took the initiative to follow the car instead of doing the right thing and going to assist the force in rescuing the bus load of terrified girls.
No more than seeing the Ferrari make a turn three blocks down Heather slowed to find the car parked in the grass of a yard, drivers door open. Parking Heather drew her gun just in case and crept to the door as if expecting the redhead to still be inside. It should have been impossible to vacate so quickly when Heather was so close behind her, but the seat was empty. What she did find was something she did not bargain for. In the passenger seat was a black cat sitting in a pile of men's clothing neatly folded. The cat quite docile simply looked up at Heather mewing.
"Where's your owner?" She examined the grass expecting dug in heel marks on the lawn but found nothing to track the woman. Hissing more than the feline was she opted to take out a pocket knife and puncture a back tire, the escaping air hot and turbulent. "You're not getting away when I'm not looking." She thought to herself while abandoning her own car to walk the neighborhood. As if attracted the black cat hopped from the car and followed her, she noticing and frowning at her secret admirer. "Go away! I'm a dog lover." Not a chance! She gave up and investigated the yards nearby still finding nothing.
"Where the hell did she go?" Climbing over a backyard privacy fence in hopes the cat might go away she found it right on her heels. "What is it with you? No catnip in my pocket Slim Shady." She liked Eminem! Just not her current tail.
Shaking her head she kept on the move, finding neighbors out in their yards being nosey as to the events a block over. Finding a lone old woman standing in her house coat merely looking as if lost in thought Heather stepped up to her. "Excuse me! Did you happen to see a redheaded woman run by here? Walk even!"
"The one with the tight leather pants and the huge bouncy boobs? Didn't see her." She said smiling warmly. She wore dark sunglasses to mask her eyes.
"Seriously? At a time like this you make jokes? Do you have any idea what's going on over there?"
"Pretty good idea!" She sighed, "Nothin' you can do Missy! For your own safety I'd just go on home."
"Protect and Serve they say." Heather offers her badge.
"Shiny! I bet you could almost see yourself in that."
"What?" Heather examined her badge and did indeed see herself, the only thing is her reflection was battered and bruised, one eye nearly sealed. Shocked she looked up at the old woman and realized she had stepped away. "What the blazes?" Pretty much! After not finding her anywhere she headed through the next yard to reach the crime scene. The bus door opening she heard the cries of young girls.
Before witnessing the Driver debark a body was kicked off the buses steps in a bloody clump. Silva Pemberton park of the new Crowley Manson staff, may he rest in peace. Darting past Heather the black cat ran into Hector's yard behind the blindside of the bus where she couldn't see it anymore. Getting a chill she noticed the Bus Driver stepping off and stretching, popping bone back into place as much as possible. Looking about him at over 2 dozen police officers he found an equal amount of guns trained on him. Looking over at Heather he saluted her then danced in a jig as if bullets firing at his feet in an old Western movie. He then turned and walked around the bus.
"Why are those idiots not tackling him?" Heather examined the police force, 80% of whom were men. The female officers held at gunpoint by their own. Even Heather found a gun pointed at her. Hands in the air she swallowed dryly. "How is he doing this?" One of the officers approached Heather, his eyes black as ink.
