Page 22 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

The perfect date night… Dinner, dancing, and murder. What more could a girl ask for?

XOXO – Roxy

The city nightlife buzzed with the sounds of laughter and lively Cuban music in the air. The couple found themselves seated at a cozy outdoor bistro just as the sun was setting in the western sky, casting a warm glow over the evening ocean waves. The crescent moon was just starting to peek over the horizon and the glow of Acid’s green skin seemed less intimidating in that setting as he sipped on a margarita and enjoyed the soft warm breeze.

As his eyes scanned across the table, he found Roxy, a vision of loveliness in a black floral sundress. She wasn’t about to give up all her punk rock aesthetic just for a night of fine dining. Unless someone looked very close they wouldn’teven see the flowered skulls heads on the patterns of thorns and roses. She was truly one in a million who walked to the beat of her own drum. Each second with her made his undead heart pound against his ribcage.

Breaking the silence, he set his glass down and looked at her with a seriousness she hadn’t seen before. “Roxy, I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“I want you to move in with me. The mansion here in Florida is big enough for both of us and your monsters. I have a nice guest house your mom and Hank can have all to themselves.”

Her mouth dropped in surprise. She hadn’t expected that. Sure, they were in this mess together, and their connection had progressed rather fast, but this? Moving in?

“You want me?” she asked, hoping to God he did.

“Roxy, I told you I love you. I do. I need you to understand that we Frankie’s feel things differently than most. It’s like we faced death and know how precious life is down to its very core. When we love, we love hard. Hell, I’ve even thought about kidnapping you a time or two since we met and keeping you locked away all for myself. I’d keep you chained up in my bed to use whenever I wanted.”

She blushed. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“I know you wouldn’t, you naughty minx.”

The thought of leaving the house of horror to somewhere happy was a dream come true. “Are you sure about this? I’m not exactly easy to live with. Everyone thinks I’m crazy as a loon, but I guess you’ve figured out by now that it’s true.”

“I said it before. I love crazy.”

She paused. “Huh. I never said that out loud before. I guess I’m starting to have some personal growth about who I am. Who knew?”

“We both are. Look at me. I’m committing to a… re-re-…”

“Say it with me… Relationship.”

“ Ugh … I think I’m going to be sick,” he said, faking a faint.

“Oh, hush. Come on. Let’s blow this joint. I hear there’s a great dance club down the beach. Let’s go have some fun.”

“Lead the way.”

The sun had set and with just a short walk down the boardwalk, the streetlights came on. Just as they were heading toward the club, a commotion broke out in the alley nearby making Acid instinctively protect her by pushing her behind him.

Roxy, stretched her neck, looking over his shoulder. “There’s a guy down there getting roughed up by some thug.”

“Help!” A man’s desperate voice echoed out, followed by the unmistakable sound of a chainsaw revving up.

“Fuck. I know that sound. It’s one of Donnie’s guys,” Acid whispered.

“We have to help him.”

“Help him? Are you… never mind.”

“I’ll let that one slide. Come on!”

Reluctantly, Acid agreed, only when the sounds of the man’s crying became louder, and he remembered being on the receiving end of those threats himself before. “Why does trouble follow you, princess?”

“Just lucky I guess.” She slipped her switchblade from her bra as they moved toward the alley and Acid shook his head at her antics.

As they rounded the corner, a terrified man in a battered suit was backed against the wall, his hands up in surrender. In front of him stood one of Donnie’s men holding a chainsaw that roared as he pulled the trigger. His face was twisted with glee, enjoying the fear he created and what was to come.

“Please, don’t do this. I’ll get you the money. Just give me a little more time. A week at most.”

Raising the chainsaw an evil grin stretched his lips. “Time’s up, pal.”

Roxy stepped forward, yelling over thenoise. “What ya doin’? Can I play?”

The goon froze, his eyes darting toward the woman skipping his way with her hands behind her back. It was eerie how she just smiled and made herway right toward him.

“What that fuck is up with this bitch?”

“Hey! Don’t call my girl a bitch.” Acid crossed his arms, towering behind Roxy, a menacing figure that made even seasoned thugs pause. Typically, he would have cowered to this man, but something about his girl gave Acid the confidence the monster needed to be his true self, strong and imposing.

“Acid fucking Green. What are you doing here, pussy?” He chuckled, spitting on the ground next to him.

“My girl wanted to come play. She likes it rough.”

“That little cunt? Does she have a death wish or something?”

“Or something.” Acid smirked an evil grin that oddly made the man take a step back.

When Roxy flipped her switchblade open with a flick of her wrist, the blade reflected the nearby street light making the man laugh.

“You think I’m afraid of that blade, little girl. Get out of here. This is grown folk business.”

“I think you should be afraid… very… afraid.” The look in her eyes went from cute and innocent to downright psychotic in a blink. When her head tilted in a warped twitch, even Acid flinched a little.

The man’s eyes narrowed, a bit of sudden uncertainty. He turned the chainsaw toward them, trying to look intimidating. “You wanna dance? Fine by me.”

The man shaking against the wall in tears stared at Roxy and Acid in disbelief. “Are you crazy? He’ll kill us all.”

“Get out of here,” Acid said, his voice calm but commanding. “We’ll handle this.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. The poor bloke bolted down the alley, disappearing into the night. Mr. Chainsaw, on the other hand, growled before revving the motor as he prepared to charge.

One… two… three steps. And…

SLICE!

He was fast, but Roxy was faster. She darted forward, her movementswere precise and deliberate, ripping the skin across his wrist andmaking the saw drop from his grip. The blades kept running, spinning dangerous circles on the ground, stuck in the on position before Acid scooped it up by the handle ready to do his own dirty work.

With a grin of pure glee, she slashed at the man’s arm andthen another as he spun around, her switchblade drawing blood with a quick flick. He howled in pain, stumbling back.

“That’s for being a bully,” she said, her voice laced with delight.

Acid watched with a mixture of amusement and admiration as she danced around the creep, her blade finding new marks with each strike. He turned off the saw, tossing it to the side when seeing his girl had the upper hand.

The man swung his pained arms wildly, trying to catch her, but she was too quick. Roxy’s grin widened with each cut, her excitement growing as she toyed with him. When her favorite song escaped her lips, Acid watched as the horror ballet began, and the monster couldn’t have been prouder.

As she danced and swayed, she even took a brief moment to dance with her lover with aquick kiss of smeared blood from the splatter on her face. Soon it was back to slash after slash, the man screaming for mercy. But Acid knew. He didn’t derive mercy. He’d seen time and time again what this man had done to innocent people who were just down on their luck. If it wasn’t for Roxy, he’d been one of his victims. Now it was time for retribution for his sins and she, the angel of death.

Mr. Chainsaw, now bleeding from several of his wounds, fell back against the wall, panting heavily and trying to hold his wrist from bleeding out. Realizing he had finally met his match, his eyes darted toward Acid, who had yet to make a move and just stood there watching like a harbinger ready to escort him to the underworld.

Roxy looked back at her ghoulish lover, her eyes glinting with mischief as she extended her blade. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Acid stepped forward, taking the switchblade from her hand with a nod of approval. “Gladly.”

With a swift motion, Acid slashed the man’s throat, the blade cutting deep. The man’s eyes widened in shock, but it was over quickly as he slumped to the ground, his body twitching before going still.

“Not bad. I would have gone with something a little bit more… nuanced. A blade to the heart with a quick turn. Reminiscent of your own death.”

“Drama queen.” He chuckled, tossing the switchblade back to her. “I guess we end this date with my punk princess’s favorite hobby.”

She was practically giddy when she started bouncing up and down, her bloody hands clasped at her chest. “Science?”

“Science. Let’s go to my place.”