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.

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.

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.”

 

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.

HAMmer time

Ladies and gentlemen today we are in for a treat!

We find ourselves with the ever so pleasant petite princess of peril and the mad mistress of science-WOAH what an unlikely duo! It’s gonna be a fun one~

Little miss pocket appears to have a hammer as she giggles with glee smoke and debris obscuring the scene. The ever observing STEM sitting out of its reach her glasses turned mirror in the sunlight her grin sharp-the tool works! But adjustments must be made. “Polly!” she calls stamping heeled foot the explosions only marred by the girls manic laughter “Polly we’re done here! GIVE ME THE HAMMER!”
Our little lady’s ears perk as her feet lift off the ground, her new friend meeting it’s target. “Weeeeeee!” she cheers watching the bomb come apart sheltered under STEM’s brilliant design. Floating above its handle the hammer sticks to the exploding landing. Giggling her head off she somersaults out of the test zone landing in front the lab coat clad nerd. “What if I don’t want too?” smirking her bubbly eyes cloud-pocket likes this toy.
Lowering glasses to the tip of pointed nose STEM examines the girl “hmm?” eye brow rises. “That would be rather silly, wouldn’t it, Polly?” blunted nails tap clipboard as she watches the much tinier woman itch. The thing about real psychos is they know how another ticks.
Candy coated lips curl ear to ear “silly, you say?” big bug eyes bug and  head tilts dramatically. “Si-”
Never let crazy beat crazy “yes, precisely-silly. That hammer is yours in due time, but if you must be difficult, well-” pushing glasses back to place, sunlight turning them to mirrors, head raised, chin up “well then I’d have to find a new you.” The tone is unhinged and the smaller animal knows it’s place.
“Heh… like you could replace me” the hammer in the upper faced palms of her hands. She curtsies to its release.
Locking eyes she takes the weapon both women know, yeah  they both know. Smirking “of course I could, but I’d rather not.” with her free hand she flips a treat to our princess who opens wide catching the piece with grace.
“Mmmmmmmmm! So good!” She dances around the inventor “I love HAM!” STEM burst into laughter placing the hammer in its case as into the sunset the dancing, ham loving, weapons tester prances away.

FREAKS, and the long lost yellow brick road.

“What are we even doing here?” tonight we find ourselves with two fine FREAKS traveling beneath the streets.
“I told you, you don’t have to be here.” green lips hiss she’d rather this powergirl be home in bed.
Graphic pouts, super-powered tits drooping with the rest of her “you said that like an hour into the walk!” tunnel screams echo-
“Shut up!” gripping latex the green glow of our heroine turns the area nuclear. “Keep. Your. Voice. Down.” deep breaths Wicked, deep breaths.
A finger on her lips Graphic awes at the cracking air, nodding rapidly. The green dream releases the costumed airhead-she was right. Wicked creatures rarely admit fear.
The pair trudge on once the lit tail dimmed to a less disturbing glow. Still looking a sight in their… unique clothing. One a near perfect recreation of a long forgotten drawing, the other a figment of Toulouse-Lautrec. The latter lady is of consistent reference. The former an apparent seamstress. Both about to meet The Force.
Creative, right?
The females quietly bicker “I don’t know why you are so-” the roof falls in front of them.
On the floor the FREAKS don’t know what they are in for as they look onto two medium sized Tech suits and rainbow six looking fuckers. “Graphic?”
“Yes, Wicked?”
“Run.”
Without another word our comic princess bolts her leg muscles pulsing as the air beings to crack.

Deep breaths, Wicked, deep breath- DON’T. RIP. APART. Memories fuel a long needed release of atomic tension all our FREAK needs to do is keep her body together. Simple.

BOOM.

Graphic is thrown from the perimeter of the scene smiling like a goon she flies on the edge of the explosion-two hour journey in under a minute.

The Force, even dead, now knows our dirty little secret.

 

Parasite

We find ourselves still on the scene. Our huntress blissfully unaware that she is now prey. Finding Alpha exactly where we left her, face smattered with blood, fist still rising and falling with vigor. She’s being stalked. A figure moving in the shadows, salivating, growing restless as the vigilantes victim has been long dead. The hyenas hysterical laughter beginning to drive the creature-certainly it’s a creature-mad.
“DIE! DIE! DIE!” Alpha screams at this point punching carpet, the woman’s head mere goo. Her eyes crazed through the blood soaked mask, she’d waited too long to get this one.
But tonight Alpha’s off the clock and possibly on the menu, “You talk too much!” the words escape the creature’s mouth, which formed the bottom half of what appeared to be it’s head. The sound is of distorted voices speaking all at once but out of tune. Our heroine stiffens, eyes scanning the darkness-no clear escape. Hands over nailed down daggers she begins weighing options. No time. Suddenly every solid object seems to explode as crashing tendrils shot out and passed our crouching hyena. Her eyes dared to move in socket witnessing the sudden pull back. The tendrils had a bulging end, the color a pasty sickly flesh-this is bad.
“Dinner!” cried the creature charging full speed, zeroed in on Alpha. She manges a back flip flying daggers in hand over the moving mass. Landing on feet she prepares for battle eyes having adjusted to the darkness long ago. The creature let’s out an inhuman cry turning to its victim-it’s body an over sized clay figure that seems to melt into itself.
Masses of pasty flesh bubble and move as its head tilts “no eyes” Alpha breathes widening her own as the tendrils shoot out again. Stopping right before contact this time plainly in view. One bulbous end within her eyelashes nearly touching her pupil-don’t blink! As quickly as they came they snap back-run, baby, run!
She doesn’t move. The earthquake starts the mass throwing itself toward dinner who watches wide eyed. Taking note of it’s ever changing flesh she drops to the floor falling on her back.
The creature stands over her wailing-unable to see tendrils shoot out this time from all directions. “Shit!” Alpha screams recognizing the fatal mistake as the mass reforms the creatures shapeless face above her own.
“Diiiiinnner” it moans. Mouth opening wider releasing an unholy sound as it prepared to devour her.
Meeting the end is not tonight’s plan. The animal rages from within; eyes bulging, teeth barred, arms thrashing in their tendrils confines and daggers still in hand. Into the creatures mouth she roars back defiantly clicking her heels together like a battle ready Dorothy she reveals the concealed blades. These ain’t your grandma’s ruby slippers. Continuing to thrash as the creature begins to struggle keeping hold of her, a meeker voice crying ” waited… waited… too long…”
Without waiting for context Alpha takes the opportunity-war boots meeting their target with a bang. The creature cries out rearing up momentarily giving the daggers in hand time to meet their new friend. With that our girl attempts to exit, it doesn’t need to be dead-she just needs to be alive.
Struggling to run she makes her way toward the escape wails and thrashing in the wake “what the fuck are you?” she breathes not looking back that is until that sound hits her ear. Eyes bulging she orders herself “faster! Survive faster!” seeing the beast protruding feelers darting toward her gives that delicious life saving a second wind. No matter how beat down she is she has to make it home.
The earthquake begins as she finds the stairwell, not bothering with steps instead swan dives off the rails-12 floors down.
She begins to count realizing the creature followed suit. One. Her hunter wails “FEEEEED!”. Two. Alpha begins frantically hitting the red button on her choker. Three. The creature still wailing shoots out its tendrils several hitting Alpha pushing her further down “thank you!” she calls out, four. Five. Six. Seven. The creature pulls back it’s feelers letting out an earth shattering wail-one soaked with desperation. Alpha reaches out grabbing on to a hand rail then flinging herself to the floor the creature falling down passed. She doesn’t wait.
Getting into the nearest elevator she begins the slow decent down. Is this safe? No, but remember Alpha is blonde albeit functioning. The music plays typical for the scene- she waits.
The doors open-screams. Not an other worldly beast something more familiar. Alpha reluctantly follows the sound to the stairwell-do not try this at home!
Opening the door she sees the creature holding onto a red, white, and blue clad woman. “Columbia” she sighs as the picture of liberation screams in utter terror, no hope for survival.
Against all better judgement our hyena launches onto the creatures back. Ignoring the gases and fluids bursting from it as she strikes over and over again. The hunted gets the hunter. That is until they witness it’s body break down, suddenly, there is nothing but goop on the floor as though the creature rapidly decayed.
The two made eyes, but both understood-not tonight. Not another motherfucking thing tonight. With that thought Ari pulled up.

Luna Towers

Tonight-oh! Ladies and gentlemen tonight we bring you Alpha! We find this sexy hyena stalking prey at no other than the Luna Towers. Our ladies got a score to settle.

Everything was dark except one office in the distance where the bitch sits, but Alpha isn’t thirsty. This little piggie will come to her-did the darkness get darker? In that office it did. “Oh fuck!” Amber exclaims grabbing her tablet to light the way to the circuit breaker.
Our heroine smirks as the air gets heavy-snickers, cackles, and howls? begin to fill the space. Amber stops just outside the office door, the tablet light on her face-as though that’s a great idea. “What the shit-someone there? This isn’t funny.” the fear is apparent as she furrows her brows. Stamping a foot “this is stupid Amber” she laughs and moves toward the breaker. Stumbling along the way hitting shins on chairs and so forth Alpha gets bored.
Beginning to count the seconds as the light turns in the wrong direction “oh for fuck sake!” the savage lady screams. Amber’s light turns her way and finally the tablet turns outward. The young CEO can see the deadly beast-a lucky last sight. Before she can make a peep Alpha topples her breaking her legs at the kneecaps as they fall.
The pain induced wails send shivers down our heroines spine as she sits atop her victim. “Oh darling don’t cry!” taking her blades out she stakes Amber’s hands to the floor. “I’m gonna need you to be quiet honey” cooing she rips the girls shirt sleeve off then stuffs it into her mouth. Our beauties lips begin to twitch into hysteria as she looks at the other woman’s fear “Amber Warren” runs fingers down her forehead, nose and lips “a descendent of filth which is a product of filth which can be traced all the way back to the dark ages. Of filth no less” Alpha places her cheek on Amber’s  “you are what’s wrong with this world. Pathetic, weak, and so willing to die. You are the reason people like me exist.” Running gloved nails down her cheek “no matter” she looks into her fear filled eyes. Cocking her head to one side with that manic smile “either way you die!” Never flinching from her gaze she begins to beat in her face, her gloved fist meeting bone with glee.
Her crazed laughs echo through the offices, filling the darkness-along with the awkward background noise from when this all started. As her fist fall again, and again, and again. Alpha enthralled with this eventuality.