Post by Jori on Jan 26, 2019 15:58:02 GMT -5
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Dust flies up behind the midsize SUV as it turns down the old country road. Minutes later it comes to a stop in front of a white Ford F-150. The Red-headed driver looks over to her daughter who appeared around six years of age.
“Mommy will be back shortly, stay put and remember if you keep quiet I will buy you ice cream later.” She said exiting the vehicle to meet a tall man in all white business suit and cowboy hat, who stepped out from the truck.
The young freckled faced girl was used to this by now. The girl sighed as her mom took money from the older man and pumped up her breast before getting in the truck. Cheyenne as the young lady was named, put her head down on the window sill and spied a bee hovering the side mirror.
“It’s ok. Mommy will be back as soon as she’s done.” The crimson haired young lady glanced up then immediately back to the bee after seeing the truck rocking back and forth in an all too familiar way.
The insect just hovered by the youth and Chey grinned a pretty smile. “ Awe thanks for keeping me company Mr. Bee.
Much later that night, back at the Tabernacke house, Cheyenne was in her bed, when she heard him.
“Chey….annnee. Chey….annnee. Chey….annnee.” Her Step father sung in an intoxicated voice as he drug a bottle across the stair rails.
Cheyenne Pulled her thin blanket up over her head as she knew what was coming next.
“ Your bitch mother isn’t in the mood again, Cheyenne!”
“Cheyenne! Cheyenne! Mrs. Tabernacke!!” Cheyenne’s emerald orbs snapped back to reality as an older grey haired woman kept yelling her name.
Her first instinct was to claw the bitches eyes out, but then she realized she was strapped to a chair. It came back to her, she was in the Chicago Psychiatric Institute for the Criminally Insane.
“Take her to her quarters. I believe she has had enough counseling for today.” Dr. Kenshal, the older woman, instructed to a couple of large dark skinned men.
The men unstrapped the petite redhead and grabbed her roughly by her arms. They carried her down the hallway and after being out of sight of the Dr, the one on the right leaned in and whispered into Cheyenne’s ear.
“You are a pretty one for a crazy.” He licked the inside of her ear and both men laughed.
Mr. Tabernacke let the bottle slip from his fingers and slid into the bed. Cheyenne knew what was coming next. She had felt with this all too much in her six short years of life. Her father leaned in close, his breath reeking of booze, making the young freckle-faced youth gag. The inebriated twisted man slid his hand down below the blanket, but this night she had decided enough was enough. The girls pearly white perfect teeth dug deep into the dark haired man’s crooked nose.
Cheyenne’s pearly white teeth, minus the front right one that was lost during her previous wrestling career, dug deep into the colored man’s neck. She tore flesh from his throat before his accomplice slugged her hard, sending her flying into her padded cell.
The dark haired man grabbed the young girl by her thin and fragile neck. He rolled from the bed and slammed her onto the bedroom floor. The blow knocked the wind from her tiny lunges.
Cheyenne rolled and was right back up to her feet. No longer a child, this fiery redhead could take a lot of damage. In fact, her fragile damaged psyche thrived on pain. The two guards advanced and she ducked a shot from the injured one and used his own weight and momentum to arm drag him down hard to the padding. The other one caught her yet again off guard and had his baton pressed against her pale throat. She soon began turning blue and her emerald eyes starting to roll back into her head.
Roaches scrambled all around the floor as the large man choked the life from his young daughter. The room was filled with trash and other unwanted things the middle-class family threw in it. Mr. Tabernacke had felt that he worked too hard for anything to be thrown away. Make the brat play with it, she’s always wanting toys, he had said many times. Mrs. Taberknacke too busy with her other affairs to care knew that it was more the fact her husband didn’t want to waste precious booze money on paying the waste bill. This time though, it would cost the man so much more than any trash bill could. The roaches had brushed the bottle towards the child’s tiny fingers. She grasped the brown bottle and swung at her father’s head. The girl was low on air though and missed wildly, smashing the bottle off the bed frame.
“You lil bitch! You tried to strike your own flesh and blood?” He growled. The man punched the pale girl right in the face.
“ I made you!” Another strike. “ I fucking work hard to provide for you!” Another one and the girl was fading fast. “And this is how you fucking cunts repay me!?” He went for another face shot.
But suddenly he was gasping and gripping his throat as a brown bottle protruded from it. Cheyenne rolled under her bed sobbing and gasping for air.
The larger man thought he had the woman right where he needed her and pulled out a syringe looking to put it into the woman’s neck. Cheyenne turned her now dark blue face to the side and began laughing. The man was perplexed. He had the woman overpowered and about to tranquilizer the freak and she was chuckling instead of gasping for air. A large roach unnoticed to the assailant and his should be prey crawled down the wall near the fiery mane of the deranged woman as she pulled the baton across her throat twisting as she did and rolled behind the large man. She rammed the man with all 125 lbs pounds of her feminine frame. The man's face bounced off the padded cell but before he could react, his knee buckled as the tenacious woman chopped blocked him and now held the syringe right above the fearful man’s left eye.
“I would not do that if I was you.” A tall German man stated. He was leaning against the doorway with a smug grin across his face. “Or I would, but the extra paperwork would be a mess.”
Cheyenne snapped an evil glare in the man's direction as rest of her body remained perfectly .poised. “And you are?” She hissed cocking her head at the newcomer.
“I am Armond Von Krauss, and as I said I would rather not have to do more paperwork to get you out of here. Now you can put away the tranquilizer and follow me to your belongings, or be a pain like that Arschloch, Knucks.”
The scared child lied under the bed and heard boot steps. “What a mess.” said one man. “Can’t say this prick didn’t have it coming” another voice stated. The last voice, Cheyenne recognized. It was her mother’s shaky high pitched voice. “ She killed my husband! That… mistake killed my loving Hank”
“Look Misses Tabernacke we’re gonna have to ask you to leave ma’me.” the officer said. The other man kicked the deceased’ arm away from the bed before bending down to see the terrified girl.
“I’m officer Greene. We are here to take you away from this place.” Seeing the fear in the girl's large sad eyes he quickly added “Your not under arrest, we will take you to a safe place.
“Can’t believe this man was a principal. Guess it shows you never really know people.” the other officer stated as they took the girl from the crime scene.
Cheyenne rose and followed the man out of the room. In the hallway awaited several orderlies armed with tasers. The man raised his arm and growled “Seien Sie dumm” before adjusting the cuff of his Armani suit. Upon reaching the waiting quarters, Armond pointed to a black leather duffel bag. The clinically insane women walked slowly to the bag, peered in and began chuckling. Suddenly she stopped, her face twisting to a visage of anger. The women pulled the pale blue scrub shirt up over her freckled face, giving Armond and the others in the waiting room a great view of her small but ample breast. She then had several mothers covering their teenage boys' eyes as she slid out of her matching pants and let the whole room know that the carpet indeed matched the drapes. She then slowly and meticulously began donning her wrestling attire.
It had been three years since Brian Green, the police officer who found her that fateful night, had adopted her. He had cared for her as his own flesh and blood and even began training her in Brazilian Jujitsu so the girl could better defend herself in the shitty streets of Chicago. Young Cheyenne had grown very fond of the man, even began calling him father. This cold winter night though the man looked saddened beyond all ends.
“Cheyenne, I need to tell you something,” he said coming into the house and sitting in his recliner. The child cocked her head and whimpered, fearing she had done something to anger or displease the man. Slowly she slinked over to him.
“Your mother was found dead tonight. Um.. killed on the job” The man stumbled for the right words.
He and his adopted daughter both knew that her mother never had a real job, just selling her middle-aged body for the things she wanted. Cheyenne’s reaction was not what he had expected. The young girl tossed her head back laughing. She then snapped forward suddenly serious again and her small thin arms shot out for the man’s weapon belt. She undid the belt and Brian in amazement and shock had to grasp her by the shoulders.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
Cheyenne’s replay was not a spoken one. She wiggled free and her hands began furiously trying to undo the man’s trouser button. She ignored his questions and confused demands until SLAP, a large black hand had knocked her away.
“But I wanted to reward daddy. I..” she stammered trying to get her thoughts out, “I wanted to please you. Would that not please you da…”
Brian stood up cutting the disturbed child off. “I..” He began searching for the words as he scrambled to redo his button and belt, “I don’t think I am the right one to care for you Chey” He sighed.
“But...But Daddy I love you” She said crawling on all fours to the man’s leg hugging it. He petted her long red mane. “I know baby girl, I know.”
The woman pulled the tattered moss green and black overcoat over the tightly fitted dark green and black top that accented tight green pants with knee-high black boots. Meanwhile, Armond stood mouth agape, not because the woman was overly beautiful. No, in fact, he had seen many much more beautiful women in his homeland, and there was the enigma Lilith he had just hired and Andi Snow. No, it was more so at this one’s blatant disregard of modesty and caring of what the others thought. Cheyenne sneered at a woman who berated her about using the bathroom next time and looked to the slacked jaw man.
“So who do you want me to hurt?” the woman asked as she ran a small pale hand up the German’s chest. His reply was a manilla envelope.
“Cheyenne don’t touch my diamonds” Cheyenne, go sit in your room it’s my me time and I need to reflect on my beauty. Something you’ll never have to worry about you little rech” “She killed my husband!” that last memory brought a smirk to the freckled face. The taller but younger woman abruptly stopped talking about how great she and her bear was, temporarily, to inquire what was so funny. When the older woman didn’t respond the brunette growled once again.
“I SAID what’s so damn funny?!” when the redhead just snarled back and lifted a small leather bag to her face then chuckled again the younger woman looked to her teddy bear and joined in the laughter.
Officer Greene paid for Cheyenne to get a new BJJ teacher. He had returned her to adopted care the day after the incident, but she never regarded him the same. Her psychiatrist said she was feeling abandoned and it would pass when she saw what he did was the right thing.
Cheyenne walked around the corner, just down the block from the adoption center she was once in and out as a child. She rounded a few more corners growling at any homeless that begged money from her. “Lazy, worthless. They deserve what they have. Right my darlings?” she’d ask the leather squirming satchel she carried. Her brisk pace finally brought her to her old apt building. A slightly older black man came out the complex doors, grinning ear to ear. He was adorned in the most ridiculous bright purple suit and walked with way too much swagger.
“Chey’enne Taber…nacke. My favor’ite tenant, back from your trip to the cuckoo’s nest I see.” the man said placing an arm on the redheads freckled shoulder, but immediately removing when Chey cocked her head and snarled.
“Remove your damn arm before I snap every one of your smiley fingers and feed them to my precious babies, Gerlad.” She smirked as she thought of the crunching noise each finger joint would make as she bent it back.
“Uh yea, let me take you to your old apartment.” the man said sweating profusely under his large feathered hat.
As the two entered the building, Chey noticed a young man with nappy looking dreads going into the first apartment. “That’s Anthony. Good kid, not very bright but great with the ladies. He has many in and out of his apartment every day. He also a Wrassler, much like yaself.” Mr. Skee added quickly seeing that Cheyenne was not impressed by the boy's sexual prowess. He led her to her old apartment. The door hung from its hinges as do not cross tape was strung across the open doorway. An overpowering aroma of mildew and mold wafted from the room. Cheyenne stepped into the apartment, the couch was overturned and dishes piled high in the adjoining kitchen. Dirty clothes and old food wrappers littered the living quarters, and the walls had holes and blood stains everywhere. She gingerly stepped over the mess and made her way to the hallway, where it was much of the same. She made her way past the bathroom. Glancing over and seeing her shattered sink on the floor next to the chipped overflowing toilet a reminiscence of her debut in that now crippled fed. The woman continued her journey and came to a room with no door, and only a single piece of furniture. A room wherein yet another fed she held the champions only daughter for ransom and bargained a title shot. She threw herself on the dusty roach covered mattress and many roaches were squashed, but for everyone that was killed hundreds more scrambled away beneath the flickering light.
“Yes my darlings, Mama is home,” the smiling redhead said as she undressed. She laid there in the flesh on the moldy beat-up mattress, propped up on her elbows. “Darlings. My precious babies. Mommy won’t ever leave you ever again”
Her green painted fingernail dipped down and let one of the tiny insects crawl onto it.
“I know humans think there is good and evil. Yessss, darling. Many feel what I do is bad. That you my babies are nasty. They judge. They believe themselves the measuring stick of justice that which others actions should be judged against.” her breathing slows as she nearly growls the last of the sentence out. “Heroes. Anti Heroes. Villians. Men. Women. Black. White. One person's views on what is just and right doesn’t always fit in the other’s perspective.”
Her pale body bolts upright and a few roaches fall from her but she is covered neck to toe with the creatures and even the fallen ones are quickly replaced. “THE Christmas savior! NO! He may think he saved Christmas from the senator. NO! Shiny titles and number one contentenderships make not a hero. NO NO NO!” Cheyenne’s red mane falls around her freckled roach covered shoulders as she violently shakes her head back and forth. “The world is not black and white. Everyone is a hero in their own story and yet the villain in another's. Right darling?”
A larger hissing cockroach is raised to her face and she strokes its back gently with a single finger. “YESSSSS. The paranoid one has every reason to be looking over his shoulder, to…to be hiding at every airport. Mmmmmmmmm” the mad woman purrs before slurping down the carapaced delight. “Politician, no..NO!” She abruptly twists and slams a fist into the cracked wood floor, scattering more of her babies.
“ I am the one that lurks in the shadows now. R…SSSSSSS..doubbuh… I am the nightmare that will have you turning your head in fear, deary. Many who claim they are fighting evil, in truth are very much so that evil they fight. I pretend not, as I am the product of such men.”
Cheyenne looks down at where her fist is and sees the manila envelope the German gave her. Upon the envelope sits various records and reports of Isaiah Zepp and Senator Peterson.
The woman’s voice waivers back and forth from sweet to venomous “I uh zayuh. You pretend to make the world a better place. A soldier in the war on evil and corruption. Soldiers are corrupted evil tools. You are evil. You are the corruption. YOU ARE A… TOOL! Take a long look in the shattered reflection and you shall see a face you desire not to see. Not that of the senator, NO!” she raises another one of her darlings up to her mouth and bites into it.
Brown juices squirt everywhere as she crunches its head.
“No. NO! NO!! You will see your own corrupt, evil visage. A reflection that mirrors the man, the true man to blame for your misfortunes. Not the BSE, Not Peterson. YOU ZEPP! Bad evil man. Everyone around you receives the punishment for your misdoings. For YOUR ignorance. Your own blatant disregard for your fellow mankind.” she begins laughing maniacally as if she heard the funniest thing ever.
“How long? How long Zepp till your beautiful sister or your idiotic brethren meet your parents' fate because of your inability to take responsibility for your actions. To finish the deal and become like me and like the good senator. To become what you truly are? How many more dead cops Zepp? How many perish while you play? While you focus on the title. While you overlook those of us UNDERFOOT!” with that she rips the Picture of the senator in half and picks up Zepp’s picture.
After a long and drawn out lick, she lets it fall again. “No worries, my babies and I will end your suffering, dear.”
Chicago, the windy city.
Dust flies up behind the midsize SUV as it turns down the old country road. Minutes later it comes to a stop in front of a white Ford F-150. The Red-headed driver looks over to her daughter who appeared around six years of age.
“Mommy will be back shortly, stay put and remember if you keep quiet I will buy you ice cream later.” She said exiting the vehicle to meet a tall man in all white business suit and cowboy hat, who stepped out from the truck.
The young freckled faced girl was used to this by now. The girl sighed as her mom took money from the older man and pumped up her breast before getting in the truck. Cheyenne as the young lady was named, put her head down on the window sill and spied a bee hovering the side mirror.
“It’s ok. Mommy will be back as soon as she’s done.” The crimson haired young lady glanced up then immediately back to the bee after seeing the truck rocking back and forth in an all too familiar way.
The insect just hovered by the youth and Chey grinned a pretty smile. “ Awe thanks for keeping me company Mr. Bee.
Much later that night, back at the Tabernacke house, Cheyenne was in her bed, when she heard him.
“Chey….annnee. Chey….annnee. Chey….annnee.” Her Step father sung in an intoxicated voice as he drug a bottle across the stair rails.
Cheyenne Pulled her thin blanket up over her head as she knew what was coming next.
“ Your bitch mother isn’t in the mood again, Cheyenne!”
“Cheyenne! Cheyenne! Mrs. Tabernacke!!” Cheyenne’s emerald orbs snapped back to reality as an older grey haired woman kept yelling her name.
Her first instinct was to claw the bitches eyes out, but then she realized she was strapped to a chair. It came back to her, she was in the Chicago Psychiatric Institute for the Criminally Insane.
“Take her to her quarters. I believe she has had enough counseling for today.” Dr. Kenshal, the older woman, instructed to a couple of large dark skinned men.
The men unstrapped the petite redhead and grabbed her roughly by her arms. They carried her down the hallway and after being out of sight of the Dr, the one on the right leaned in and whispered into Cheyenne’s ear.
“You are a pretty one for a crazy.” He licked the inside of her ear and both men laughed.
Mr. Tabernacke let the bottle slip from his fingers and slid into the bed. Cheyenne knew what was coming next. She had felt with this all too much in her six short years of life. Her father leaned in close, his breath reeking of booze, making the young freckle-faced youth gag. The inebriated twisted man slid his hand down below the blanket, but this night she had decided enough was enough. The girls pearly white perfect teeth dug deep into the dark haired man’s crooked nose.
Cheyenne’s pearly white teeth, minus the front right one that was lost during her previous wrestling career, dug deep into the colored man’s neck. She tore flesh from his throat before his accomplice slugged her hard, sending her flying into her padded cell.
The dark haired man grabbed the young girl by her thin and fragile neck. He rolled from the bed and slammed her onto the bedroom floor. The blow knocked the wind from her tiny lunges.
Cheyenne rolled and was right back up to her feet. No longer a child, this fiery redhead could take a lot of damage. In fact, her fragile damaged psyche thrived on pain. The two guards advanced and she ducked a shot from the injured one and used his own weight and momentum to arm drag him down hard to the padding. The other one caught her yet again off guard and had his baton pressed against her pale throat. She soon began turning blue and her emerald eyes starting to roll back into her head.
Roaches scrambled all around the floor as the large man choked the life from his young daughter. The room was filled with trash and other unwanted things the middle-class family threw in it. Mr. Tabernacke had felt that he worked too hard for anything to be thrown away. Make the brat play with it, she’s always wanting toys, he had said many times. Mrs. Taberknacke too busy with her other affairs to care knew that it was more the fact her husband didn’t want to waste precious booze money on paying the waste bill. This time though, it would cost the man so much more than any trash bill could. The roaches had brushed the bottle towards the child’s tiny fingers. She grasped the brown bottle and swung at her father’s head. The girl was low on air though and missed wildly, smashing the bottle off the bed frame.
“You lil bitch! You tried to strike your own flesh and blood?” He growled. The man punched the pale girl right in the face.
“ I made you!” Another strike. “ I fucking work hard to provide for you!” Another one and the girl was fading fast. “And this is how you fucking cunts repay me!?” He went for another face shot.
But suddenly he was gasping and gripping his throat as a brown bottle protruded from it. Cheyenne rolled under her bed sobbing and gasping for air.
The larger man thought he had the woman right where he needed her and pulled out a syringe looking to put it into the woman’s neck. Cheyenne turned her now dark blue face to the side and began laughing. The man was perplexed. He had the woman overpowered and about to tranquilizer the freak and she was chuckling instead of gasping for air. A large roach unnoticed to the assailant and his should be prey crawled down the wall near the fiery mane of the deranged woman as she pulled the baton across her throat twisting as she did and rolled behind the large man. She rammed the man with all 125 lbs pounds of her feminine frame. The man's face bounced off the padded cell but before he could react, his knee buckled as the tenacious woman chopped blocked him and now held the syringe right above the fearful man’s left eye.
“I would not do that if I was you.” A tall German man stated. He was leaning against the doorway with a smug grin across his face. “Or I would, but the extra paperwork would be a mess.”
Cheyenne snapped an evil glare in the man's direction as rest of her body remained perfectly .poised. “And you are?” She hissed cocking her head at the newcomer.
“I am Armond Von Krauss, and as I said I would rather not have to do more paperwork to get you out of here. Now you can put away the tranquilizer and follow me to your belongings, or be a pain like that Arschloch, Knucks.”
The scared child lied under the bed and heard boot steps. “What a mess.” said one man. “Can’t say this prick didn’t have it coming” another voice stated. The last voice, Cheyenne recognized. It was her mother’s shaky high pitched voice. “ She killed my husband! That… mistake killed my loving Hank”
“Look Misses Tabernacke we’re gonna have to ask you to leave ma’me.” the officer said. The other man kicked the deceased’ arm away from the bed before bending down to see the terrified girl.
“I’m officer Greene. We are here to take you away from this place.” Seeing the fear in the girl's large sad eyes he quickly added “Your not under arrest, we will take you to a safe place.
“Can’t believe this man was a principal. Guess it shows you never really know people.” the other officer stated as they took the girl from the crime scene.
Cheyenne rose and followed the man out of the room. In the hallway awaited several orderlies armed with tasers. The man raised his arm and growled “Seien Sie dumm” before adjusting the cuff of his Armani suit. Upon reaching the waiting quarters, Armond pointed to a black leather duffel bag. The clinically insane women walked slowly to the bag, peered in and began chuckling. Suddenly she stopped, her face twisting to a visage of anger. The women pulled the pale blue scrub shirt up over her freckled face, giving Armond and the others in the waiting room a great view of her small but ample breast. She then had several mothers covering their teenage boys' eyes as she slid out of her matching pants and let the whole room know that the carpet indeed matched the drapes. She then slowly and meticulously began donning her wrestling attire.
It had been three years since Brian Green, the police officer who found her that fateful night, had adopted her. He had cared for her as his own flesh and blood and even began training her in Brazilian Jujitsu so the girl could better defend herself in the shitty streets of Chicago. Young Cheyenne had grown very fond of the man, even began calling him father. This cold winter night though the man looked saddened beyond all ends.
“Cheyenne, I need to tell you something,” he said coming into the house and sitting in his recliner. The child cocked her head and whimpered, fearing she had done something to anger or displease the man. Slowly she slinked over to him.
“Your mother was found dead tonight. Um.. killed on the job” The man stumbled for the right words.
He and his adopted daughter both knew that her mother never had a real job, just selling her middle-aged body for the things she wanted. Cheyenne’s reaction was not what he had expected. The young girl tossed her head back laughing. She then snapped forward suddenly serious again and her small thin arms shot out for the man’s weapon belt. She undid the belt and Brian in amazement and shock had to grasp her by the shoulders.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
Cheyenne’s replay was not a spoken one. She wiggled free and her hands began furiously trying to undo the man’s trouser button. She ignored his questions and confused demands until SLAP, a large black hand had knocked her away.
“But I wanted to reward daddy. I..” she stammered trying to get her thoughts out, “I wanted to please you. Would that not please you da…”
Brian stood up cutting the disturbed child off. “I..” He began searching for the words as he scrambled to redo his button and belt, “I don’t think I am the right one to care for you Chey” He sighed.
“But...But Daddy I love you” She said crawling on all fours to the man’s leg hugging it. He petted her long red mane. “I know baby girl, I know.”
The woman pulled the tattered moss green and black overcoat over the tightly fitted dark green and black top that accented tight green pants with knee-high black boots. Meanwhile, Armond stood mouth agape, not because the woman was overly beautiful. No, in fact, he had seen many much more beautiful women in his homeland, and there was the enigma Lilith he had just hired and Andi Snow. No, it was more so at this one’s blatant disregard of modesty and caring of what the others thought. Cheyenne sneered at a woman who berated her about using the bathroom next time and looked to the slacked jaw man.
“So who do you want me to hurt?” the woman asked as she ran a small pale hand up the German’s chest. His reply was a manilla envelope.
Anarchristmas V Fort Bragg N. Carolina
Cheyenne was less than enthused that Armond had wanted her to team with this egocentric bimbo to break the cowboy on his debut. Not that she was against breaking bones and leaving the man jobless, quite the contrary. The slightly taller and heavier woman was to look good, and Cheyenne would make sure she did, after ensuring she broke the man she was asked to, But God did this one ever shut the fuck up?
“Cheyenne don’t touch my diamonds” Cheyenne, go sit in your room it’s my me time and I need to reflect on my beauty. Something you’ll never have to worry about you little rech” “She killed my husband!” that last memory brought a smirk to the freckled face. The taller but younger woman abruptly stopped talking about how great she and her bear was, temporarily, to inquire what was so funny. When the older woman didn’t respond the brunette growled once again.
“I SAID what’s so damn funny?!” when the redhead just snarled back and lifted a small leather bag to her face then chuckled again the younger woman looked to her teddy bear and joined in the laughter.
Chicago, the windy city.
Officer Greene paid for Cheyenne to get a new BJJ teacher. He had returned her to adopted care the day after the incident, but she never regarded him the same. Her psychiatrist said she was feeling abandoned and it would pass when she saw what he did was the right thing.
Cheyenne walked around the corner, just down the block from the adoption center she was once in and out as a child. She rounded a few more corners growling at any homeless that begged money from her. “Lazy, worthless. They deserve what they have. Right my darlings?” she’d ask the leather squirming satchel she carried. Her brisk pace finally brought her to her old apt building. A slightly older black man came out the complex doors, grinning ear to ear. He was adorned in the most ridiculous bright purple suit and walked with way too much swagger.
“Chey’enne Taber…nacke. My favor’ite tenant, back from your trip to the cuckoo’s nest I see.” the man said placing an arm on the redheads freckled shoulder, but immediately removing when Chey cocked her head and snarled.
“Remove your damn arm before I snap every one of your smiley fingers and feed them to my precious babies, Gerlad.” She smirked as she thought of the crunching noise each finger joint would make as she bent it back.
“Uh yea, let me take you to your old apartment.” the man said sweating profusely under his large feathered hat.
As the two entered the building, Chey noticed a young man with nappy looking dreads going into the first apartment. “That’s Anthony. Good kid, not very bright but great with the ladies. He has many in and out of his apartment every day. He also a Wrassler, much like yaself.” Mr. Skee added quickly seeing that Cheyenne was not impressed by the boy's sexual prowess. He led her to her old apartment. The door hung from its hinges as do not cross tape was strung across the open doorway. An overpowering aroma of mildew and mold wafted from the room. Cheyenne stepped into the apartment, the couch was overturned and dishes piled high in the adjoining kitchen. Dirty clothes and old food wrappers littered the living quarters, and the walls had holes and blood stains everywhere. She gingerly stepped over the mess and made her way to the hallway, where it was much of the same. She made her way past the bathroom. Glancing over and seeing her shattered sink on the floor next to the chipped overflowing toilet a reminiscence of her debut in that now crippled fed. The woman continued her journey and came to a room with no door, and only a single piece of furniture. A room wherein yet another fed she held the champions only daughter for ransom and bargained a title shot. She threw herself on the dusty roach covered mattress and many roaches were squashed, but for everyone that was killed hundreds more scrambled away beneath the flickering light.
“Yes my darlings, Mama is home,” the smiling redhead said as she undressed. She laid there in the flesh on the moldy beat-up mattress, propped up on her elbows. “Darlings. My precious babies. Mommy won’t ever leave you ever again”
Her green painted fingernail dipped down and let one of the tiny insects crawl onto it.
“I know humans think there is good and evil. Yessss, darling. Many feel what I do is bad. That you my babies are nasty. They judge. They believe themselves the measuring stick of justice that which others actions should be judged against.” her breathing slows as she nearly growls the last of the sentence out. “Heroes. Anti Heroes. Villians. Men. Women. Black. White. One person's views on what is just and right doesn’t always fit in the other’s perspective.”
Her pale body bolts upright and a few roaches fall from her but she is covered neck to toe with the creatures and even the fallen ones are quickly replaced. “THE Christmas savior! NO! He may think he saved Christmas from the senator. NO! Shiny titles and number one contentenderships make not a hero. NO NO NO!” Cheyenne’s red mane falls around her freckled roach covered shoulders as she violently shakes her head back and forth. “The world is not black and white. Everyone is a hero in their own story and yet the villain in another's. Right darling?”
A larger hissing cockroach is raised to her face and she strokes its back gently with a single finger. “YESSSSS. The paranoid one has every reason to be looking over his shoulder, to…to be hiding at every airport. Mmmmmmmmm” the mad woman purrs before slurping down the carapaced delight. “Politician, no..NO!” She abruptly twists and slams a fist into the cracked wood floor, scattering more of her babies.
“ I am the one that lurks in the shadows now. R…SSSSSSS..doubbuh… I am the nightmare that will have you turning your head in fear, deary. Many who claim they are fighting evil, in truth are very much so that evil they fight. I pretend not, as I am the product of such men.”
Cheyenne looks down at where her fist is and sees the manila envelope the German gave her. Upon the envelope sits various records and reports of Isaiah Zepp and Senator Peterson.
The woman’s voice waivers back and forth from sweet to venomous “I uh zayuh. You pretend to make the world a better place. A soldier in the war on evil and corruption. Soldiers are corrupted evil tools. You are evil. You are the corruption. YOU ARE A… TOOL! Take a long look in the shattered reflection and you shall see a face you desire not to see. Not that of the senator, NO!” she raises another one of her darlings up to her mouth and bites into it.
Brown juices squirt everywhere as she crunches its head.
“No. NO! NO!! You will see your own corrupt, evil visage. A reflection that mirrors the man, the true man to blame for your misfortunes. Not the BSE, Not Peterson. YOU ZEPP! Bad evil man. Everyone around you receives the punishment for your misdoings. For YOUR ignorance. Your own blatant disregard for your fellow mankind.” she begins laughing maniacally as if she heard the funniest thing ever.
“How long? How long Zepp till your beautiful sister or your idiotic brethren meet your parents' fate because of your inability to take responsibility for your actions. To finish the deal and become like me and like the good senator. To become what you truly are? How many more dead cops Zepp? How many perish while you play? While you focus on the title. While you overlook those of us UNDERFOOT!” with that she rips the Picture of the senator in half and picks up Zepp’s picture.
After a long and drawn out lick, she lets it fall again. “No worries, my babies and I will end your suffering, dear.”