Britney Anne ‘Barbie’ Whittleson

“She can be so sweet and loving…” her voice trailed off as she peered out the half open door. In the waiting room bathed in the orange glow of afternoon light sits their little Barbie playing and giggling gleefully.
Her husband grips her hand continuing softly “other times it’s like she’s possessed. Like a demon takes hold of her-those big blue eyes go cold and-and it’s like it’s li-”
“She doesn’t care, or love, or feel a thing” her voice cracks as she tries to keep quiet least her little lamb overhears. This is too much for the farmer and his wife.
“Well, have you ever asked her? Children are often full of insight into what they need and want, you just have to listen.”
“Yes ma’am we have.” He admits shifting uncomfortably in his overalls, but he paid a pretty penny to see this head doctor and this man is not in the field of wasting money.
“And what did she say?” The therapist smiles peering out at her soon to be client overjoyed to offer her ear to another misunderstood child.
“She don’t care about anyone or anything-in fact she says… she says she only likes my wife cuz little girls need mommies.” His voice is tired he never thought it’d be like this-wait your entire life to be blessed with a child for this.
The therapist is smirking still watching little Barbie with her two blonde pigtails bathed in warm orange light thinking the parents didn’t listen. “Well Mr. Whittleson I can assure you you’re child loves yo-”
A shrill cackle interrupts her as the trio look out the office door. Britney still bathed in the afternoon glow violently pounds a red plastic brick into the dolly’s skull. Her eyes dark and focused when she turns to the adults “Dolly got boring” her voice monotone and lifeless.

Radio

“Who are they?” she paces the butt of her cigarette glowing in the black “where did they come from?” her heels click, click, clack. The little red light moving up and down rapidly, puff, puff, puff “find out where they come from.”
“I don’t appreciate demands Mrs. Owens. Just the opposite in fact I rather feel the way about them that I do about late night visitors.” My back is turned to her as I sit at my desk watching the reflection of her cigarette glow dance.
A long drag “where else do I have to go?” the smoke lights the black with its sensual curves. “This is bad. This is real bad!” heel stamp “it’s a nightmare that no one will wake up from!”
She’s right. One thing about this bitch she can read the writing on the wall “how’s this my concern?”
Laughing she ask “you think you’re above this shit? We’re headed back to the Dark ages honey and when the walls come crumbling down you’re just as likely to be beneath them.”
“That may be so Mrs. Owens, but it can also be said it makes for damn good radio.” Her cigarette goes out-times up. She’s gathering her things in a huff knowing the rules all too well.
“Goodnight sug-”
“I’ll be in touch, Mrs Owens.”
She’s out the door and the on air signal flicks on.

The getaway

Wind blowing from the open side of the building we find The Grey, black hair floating, black lips framing a wild grin as she pulls a new toy. Double doors open click “BURN IT ALL DOWN!” The sound of the flame thrower obscures the wail, but the stream connects with the remaining heads. Cassi keeps moving, flame on, everything that catches it-blazing. Everyone who thought they’d live-dead. Our combat boot, camo pant hottie burst into the stair well walking down a trail of fleeing bodies, everyone went boom, and then no one could breathe. She’s grinning black lips safely encased protected from any residual gases. The flame still bright she maneuvered skillfully down, down, down to the basement where worried eerie silence meets her. Nothing could be heard but the sounds of her boots and torch-it’s too be expected but still a surprise. Puffing away on her stogie she makes a swift move to her hidden weapon.

“Let’s ride baby! Let’s ride!” She laughs wildly hopping into the drivers seat of a modified armored war truck. “Didn’t think I’d get this far” she muses corners of her lips twitching.
Running black nails over the control panel feeling that blood lust boil. Engine on, one hand gripping wheel, other hand flicking the blades on, one boot slamming to ground, and her beast barrels forward.

Breaking through the basement walls Cassi’s war machine meets sunlight as tires meet sky, the angle of exit sending them airborne. As she watches blue sky turn to city scape turn to city streets Cassi grinds boot to pedal. The war truck’s wheels unfortunately-or fortunately depending on who you ask-burn out over police bodies, cars and at least two faces.
“Catch me motherfuckers! Catch me!” She bellows like a demon slamming thumb into red button one. Heat sinking missiles launch from the trucks bed, even Impacts air patrol suffers casualties as the grey burns down the Marina Districts main street.

behind the scenes

“What the literal fuck was that!?” Cindy Owens wails eyes nearly out of her head “we’ve got the footage!? What footage do we have!?” looking around at the silent staffers “well!? I’ll tell you” pointing perfectly manicured finger at no one in particular “I’ll tell you what the fucking footage is-a conversation!” stamping and jumping up and down on heeled feet “a short violent free conversation!”
Breathing turned near heaving our host composes herself turning slowly to give cold furious eyes to each and every employee. “Now, I’m sorry y’all, I’m just” sighing and fanning hand over eyelashes “it’s not your fault” grabbing a young grip by the shoulders “and it’s not yours” she quickly shuffles to a make-up artist who she hugs. Shaking her head “it’s not everyone’s fault and I’m sorry” she sniffles a bit and wipes a tear away “the monster got out, but we all know how I get…” with a heavy sigh and fist trapped in her bosom “it’s too protect all of us” arms outstretched “but someone has to be held accountable.” She walks slowly around the circle that’s formed each employee with their individual tell, she knows them all by heart.
The group seems to gulp as she nears their focus “uhh” a small voice and hand pop out from behind several others into the circle. “I… I set up the-”
With a million dollar smile and honey topping the words “walk with me sugar”.
Side by side Cindy Owens and the senior PA walk through the building hallways. Smiling and chitchatting as Cindy calls it “and you know what the little guy tells his teacher he wants to be a peace officer” cue loving motherly sigh “that ones a little angel, only seven.”
The PA pushes her glasses up laughing nervously “that’s wonderful heh kids are… blessings” keep laughing girlie.
“Yes, yes they are. Now, Natalie-”
“Brenda”
Eyebrow raised her eyes narrow “Brenda” pronouncing each letter “tell me how your footage helps sell the Samaritan’s?”
Hiccup this frogs in boiling water “um… well I thought-I-I” Cindy’s eyes are dead, but little Brenda sees hope. Poor little froggy ” just having the footage y’know and giving the public the comparison y’know?” letting out a laugh the water gets hotter.
“No, I don’t know.” Cindy replies dryly our host her lips, and fist are twitching.
“Well y’know you-y’know no one else is-”
She’s had it with the amphibian “no I don’t know how showing” air quotes “the public a clumsy do-gooder in the colors of the dark ages tripping over Alpha is going to sell them!” Cindy’s screaming in the froggie face “do you have any idea what your incompetence could cost us!? Any conceivable idea what this could do to me!?” she turns violently around then in a blink she’s back “no! No! You don’t! That’s why you are going to fix this!” Heaving she attempts to catch her breath now arms length from Brenda.
The PA’s eyes wide words escape her, she wonders if this is real, it is. Keep quiet little lady.
She downs a glass of water brought to her by Brenda’s trainee those made for TV eyes never leaving the senior subordinate. “Ahhhhh” she sighs shooing the junior away. Shaking off the monster her million dollar smile returns “so Brenda” emphasis on the ‘a’ “fix it. Kay?” Brenda nods slowly at first then faster as with both hands Cindy bats her away. Then when the PA has gotten some distance our host sweetly calls “and Brenda” froggie stops, turns, the whole world’s listening as the women make eye contact “if you don’t fix it, don’t bother coming back.”

The Impact

Everything is shiny. Bright and shiny. Everything is clean. It’s time to blow something up.

This sunny afternoon we find our darling Cassi Castillo, newly dubbed The Grey by Mrs. Cindy Owens,  packing. Yes, our little killer is ready to play.
Boots hit the ground one at a time as she enters the spinning glass. Once around-everything is set. She sees red. Again around then out.

Two security guards greet her eyes turning wide in a breath. Her guns are already out and now, now there are zero security guards. Through the metal detectors triggering alarms-the real fire power comes out. From behind pillars decorating the lobby and from balconies from the floor above click all visible, all guns drawn.
“Drop-”
Laughing like a manic she pulls a detonator black nailed thumb presses boom balconies, and pillars come crashing down. Guns go off but our girls ahead of the game. Boots hit marble floor as the dust of explosions and gun fire fill the space. “Everybody’s dying today boys! Everybody’s gonna die!” she cackles reaching the elevator as the police run into sight-someone on the outside rung the fuzz. Gotta wonder-nope she’s got that covered. Painted fingers find the street detonator, button go down-pigs burn.

Ping.

Elevator doors open. She enters black lips itching at ears “Frank baby I’m gonna get every last one. Every last mother fucking one.” up, up, up  each floor brings out another detonator. 14 floors and every support beam and wall intact Frank taught baby real good.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Then the elevator slows to a stop ping doors open to an orderly evacuation line-to the elevator? Bullets fly, blood splatter coats our girl, ping doors close.

Dropping the empties she punches her thigh two floors go boom. Near salivating she thinks of the emergency exits and those beautifully narrow stair wells! Her mouth twitches and the hysterics begin.

Ping.

Top floor. Doors open boots hit carpet and bullets begin to fly “not gonna stop until everybody’s dead!” Laughing and twirling at random intervals the grey makes her way to the boss. The plan worked beautifully leaving every head and their busy bees completely unaware of the chaos. All still buzzing now shocked, some dead. Men and women drop to the floor, scrambling into offices as explosive boom triggered by unlucky movement. Some of the heads-those elite bastards of Impact are still breathing, but she keeps moving.

Double doors meet her boot slamming open. Impacts boss is already standing, bullets flying for Cassi’s pretty little head. Boom. There goes the boss, his desk, and the side of the building. Double doors swing close. Our lady instantly drops the rocket launcher and pulls a cigar. Only a moment to savor the kill, she turns round-the doors swing open. Franks voice in her ear, once to target, twice to kill.

I am Columbia

“Welcome back!” Cindy Owens smiles through the cameras “we were just talking about the big, big, big, big-big, big story of maybe the century!” the crowd is going wild “and you know I got the footage!” leaning forward mouth and eyes wide she let’s out a “HA!” the audience roars now out of the seats “okay, okay, let me finish everyone” her voice like butter, smile ear to ear, and that I’m not from Texas Texas hair ever so Texas. “Good Samaritan’s are what the news has dubbed them” audience gasp  “ladies and gentlemen tonight we have footage of two of these” air quotes as the crowd is silent “‘good Samaritans’ special, only here on the Cindy Owens show” the audience again erupts as she demures only slightly then with a quick cock of her head ” alright let’s watch!”

The screen behind our host shows an empty street, midtown in the Marina District to be exact. Nothing. Then the click clack of heels-
“Slow it here!” Cindy shouts turning to the audience as old friends over to watch a film “Alpha everyone!” for a moment the crowd vibrates with hushed glee before she signals to continue rolling.
Alpha stops short turning swiftly around, she’s being chased. Taking up the left half of the screen Alpha stands high heel clad and fierce in spotted regalia looking like the Jane Tarzan wished he had. She looks confused. “Stooooop!” two women make the scene one covered in red, white, and blue star spangled and oh so out of date, the other in gold hot pants, tube top and boots looking like a discos wet dream. “Stop right there” the patriotic cutie is breathless.
“I’m not moving” Alpha sighs obliviously disappointed.
“Don’t get mouthy!” miss breathless screams raising her finger “tonight your reign of terror ends! Alpha you are under citizens arrest under clause 2.007-”
Our golden black beauty fights a laugh as our hyena’s jaw drops “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…”
“What no… you-you’re coming with meh-eh!?” she shrieks as Alpha sprints away yelling
“find me when you grow up!”
“Come back!” her would be captor screams moving to run but her foot catches hem and face catches concrete. Head spinning she continues ” I am Columbia!”
Her friend lifts her from the ground “yeah, yeah girl you’re Columbia alright.” her voice smooth as she dust off Lady Liberties former who looks sadly up at her “next time a little more physical?”

The screen blinks black and the crowd looks too Cindy for a reaction “well” looks like she was promised blood too “that’s just craziness!” out of her chair she runs to the audience who find themselves in an uncertain frenzy “what do you think about our vero Alpha” she picks a young brunette woman who shakes wildly with excitement-big Owens fan.
“Omg! She’s so cool, but, but I don’t know the Samaritan’s protect the law right? That’s good.” as the crowd buzzes with nervous uncertainty.
Cindy smiles and takes the mic moving to a middle age man ” and you sir, team vero or…?”
The man is urban through and through the girls with him young and well adorned he smiles wide with platinum teeth “team vero! I know that Alpha is one bad bitch, but the Samaritan got the colors of the dark ages on man. And you know I don’t want none of my bitches taking up in no filthy sewers! Never again y’all! ” with that Cindy shouts and prances back to her throne. The audience cheers for their team now dancing to the end of show music “well team vero or Samaritan our audience seems to have decided, I don’t know, can’t say, but I hope you’ll tune in tomorrow night to continue this discussion. I’m Cindy Owens, goodnight Liberation Land.”

 

Updates

The sterile air crackles as Betty makes her way to the lab this techno-cutie only moments away from the surprise of her life!

Just before crossing the threshold Betty stops seeing a rather crazed looking woman smash a microscope over a rather wide man’s head. Repeatedly. Screaming in between thrust “THE.” smash “FUCKING.” smash “NERVE.” smash “OF.” smash “SOME.” at this point the pair are obscured by the lab table the man having fallen from the blows long ago. Betty waits. “PEOPLE.”
The woman leaps up almost chimpanzee like holding the microscope with both hands, lifting it above her head, long legs spread and bent, round glasses gleaming, and white button up shirt wide open exposing rather ample breast. Smash, down the maniac went out of sight once again. Betty waits.
The animal let’s out of wail “STEAL FROM ME! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD STEAL FROM ME!?” Cue the evil villain laugh and Betty has waited too long.

Like a whisper our robo-fantasy glides to the other side of the table to see a fiend covered in blood this lab coat clad woman hands up, head thrown back, glasses reflecting the ceiling completely consumed. Cough-Betty will have to be louder-cough, cough, cough-
“Hello!” She scares herself with the outburst, but it worked.
With a wail the bloody killer lady jumps back finger pointed “who are you!?” then she notices her heels sinking into the dead guys eye socket. “Oh….” after a long silent pause “fuck…fuck!…. oh fu-”
Betty has again waited long enough “excuse me!” glasses too attention “thank you, now if you will I’ll need a bit of assistance with those pesky cameras.” She points a white gloved finger toward the security cameras. With a gulp they begin to work Betty now introduced to the wonder scientist dubbed STEM and STEM now aware that cross-hatched humans do exist!
Having hooked Betty’s systems into the labs computer she let the magnificent creature do her thing for the moment nothing but, buzz buzz buzz. With STEM salivating over her circuits-improvements can be made!
Betty’s eye visor flashes static infested blue. Full attention to the monitor they re-watch the scene. Back and back they go once they get to the pleasant exchange the picture stops. “They have it all…” she breathes seeing a marvelous career fade away. As dreams shatter visor again flashes this time a static orange to black back to blue and the footage rolls on.
This time the pleasant exchange ends with both parties leaving. Safe, sound and more importantly alive. Her glasses fog as tears well she’s so happy the energy bursting from her she shouts “THAT’S SO COOL!”
covering her mouth instantly she laughs muffled like a maniac once more.

Then black turns to white, a blinding white light-almost like birth burning the unused retinas. Then two large round dark shadows appear “you there my corky one?” she can feel her breath on her chin, lips twitch “don’t move honey I’m putting the visor on” click, click static then sight. “How are you feeling?”
With the voice of a mouse she smiles “the update appears to have been a success.”

 

Witness

Wanna be woke
like me-
dope like me
speak the words
I think
are so so deep
keep it all in my wallet
these thoughts ain’t cheap
buy my newest album
and get enlightenment
for free.

I’m the Pope and the Queen
beyond that 90s MTV
the big thinker
I am free-number one gun
it’s all for me.
When you eyelids shut
you pretend to be
someone on top
the woke supreme-

What the fuck
does that
even mean?

but still you wanna be

Woke like me
speak broke like me
swish swish to the itch
that broke my dream
you know she’s got plenty
bling bling bling
used Migos to sell
her scene

Wanna be woke like me
wanna be spoke like me
wanna pretend that you read
while speaking from your feet
half-wit philosophy
pretend I know of Socrates
but still use words like woke
and shit
do you even know what growth is?

The truth about recovery

Guess I’m still sick
presenting well my shtick
a coping skill near heaven sent
leaves me dissociated and bent
forgetting what my true feeling is.

Guess I’m still sick
when a child’s laughter turns into
cries for help
you hear children playing
I hear children being tortured and killed.

Guess I’m still sick
when visions of violence
never leave my head
is it still intrusive if these thoughts
stay ever present?

Guess I’m still sick
so broken I missed
the signs and symptoms of
unreal bliss
hoping to God I don’t lose my shit
or at least I would if I could think of it
dissociation is fun
until you realize this
you haven’t been living for too damn long.

Army nurse

This afternoon a pretty little plum sits at the back of the bus, posture perfect, eyes fixated forward and that pretty little bun topping her chubby head.
She’s uncomfortable, but only to a foreign eye in the land of Liberation she’s the picture of calm.
One more stop. Clutching her purse she readies herself. Today, she is Mei. Today, she is not anyone other than the good daughter. The stop nears she pulls the cord and stands as though the bus is not in motion and heads for the front. This little dumpling blends, but those liberated boys still stare, panda girls are suppose to be obedient.
“Hey! Madam butterfly-where you headed?” one man dared moving toward her while the bus rocked to a stop.
Madam butterfly? Her eye brow twitches, but she stones that face right up.
A heavy hand falls on her shoulder, the doors open, she begins to move “where you going, pretty?” Our girls mad now as sandaled feet hit concrete “what no speakie engrish?” Engrish? keep that eyebrow down! The bus has long left as the two stand in front of the stop our plum boiling, our lad simply grinning-so clever.
The panda twirls once removing the man’s hand and putting some distance between them. Shooting him an angels face eyes as wide and glowing as she could muster “ooooooh! You right, very smart!” She claps and giggles jumping up and down “crevea man! Crevea man” she fobs it up “creva man end up chop suey if no puck oph” she beams their eyes locking, her’s going dead and in a deep manly voice adds “tee hee”
The man is startled by the sudden dead face combined with the cute threat and stumbles backward away. Not another word.
Deep breaths. She turns around the doors sitting once again directly in front of her Withering Gardens. The bright robin’s egg doors trap her as sounds of giggles fill her ears.
Mei, today you are Mei, Mei, Mei, Mei… Mei…
“MEI!” hands take her shoulders and Butch flips the keeper only to find herself staring down at a familiar face “WHAT THE FUCK! GET OFF!”
Oops. “Eh? Jade…” pulling her sister off the ground quickly Butch shakes away.
“Yeaaaaa-you fucking ox!” Jade the actual pride of the Hu-clan smacks her eldest sister as she fumes. Though, this time it’s understandable-Jade hates it on her back. “Where have you been?!” the tiny girls eyes are on fire.
Mei sighs her glasses slipping down her nose ever slightly “I-I wa-”
Cut off “well she’s been waiting! Get inside now” pushing and hitting her shoulders Jade leads the dumpling forward “you don’t come enough!” She whispers venomously into her ear shaming, berating and belittling as they parade down the halls the audience unaware of the events. Seeing two happy China dolls shuffling gracefully to their mothers side and nothing more. Once entering the room Jade’s tone changes “mama! Look who’s here” as mama’s eyes open a smile etches it’s way too her face-meds help with emotions.
The room empties while Mei almost on autopilot takes her place. The curtains open flooding the small area with light creating a softness to the fragile ever aging woman and provides a grace to the feminized version of Butch.
Taking an envelope from her purse she sets it on the bedside table before taking her seat. In steady Cantonese Mei greets her mother who immediately questions when the wedding will be.