Page 26 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Trust your instincts. When something feels wrong, it probably is.

XOXO – Roxy

After spending some time with her family and putting in the work to help her mother’s psychotic tendencies, Roxy decided to head back to Acid’s place.

Sometimes she wished she could tinker around in her own brain and figure out why she was so different, but for now, she’d be happy with who she was. With the science connected to her mother’s mental illness, Roxy was starting to realize maybe she could help people, and the Frankie studies weren’t just a fun project anymore. It was starting to open her eyes to new possibilities.

In visions of Nobel Prizes and medical marvels, Acid was by her side. A far cry from the madness that had consumed her since her father’s imprisonment. For the first time in her tainted mind, she felt hope.

As she headed to the mansion a strange feeling came over her just then that she couldn’t quite shake. Sure, her mother just admitted she was about to murder her in cold blood before Hank stepped in, but this was different. She brushed it off knowing that maybe she was just a little spooked by the news.

She turned up the radio, hoping to block out her intrusive thoughts.

Back at Acid’s mansion, he was alone in the living room, his eyes glued to the security feed. Trevor was behind him primping Acid’s hair, making him keep swatting at his new friends over attention to detail.

“Stop it!”

“You need a trim. I could do it. You’d look cool with the sides shaved and the top longer—”

“What’s that? Did you see that?” He pointed at the security camera. “I told you I heard something. Aren’t you supposed to be part bodyguard? Where’s Leon?”

“Dead.”

“I know that. And he’s undead. Not dead. Stop saying that. You’re creeping me out.”

“Sorry. Want me to make some tea?”

“Yeah. Whatever. Just go.”

But he shouldn’t have said that because he saw movement again. There was no way that it was just the wind. “Trevor, wait…” but no answer. “Trevor? Trevor! Fuck!”

They’d found him and no one was there to protect him this time.

He leaped to his feet, rushing to the window just as a group of men in dark suits began closing in. Acid quickly scanned the house for an escape route, but it was too late. A loud crash echoed through the mansion as the front door burst open, and a swarm of Donnie’s men poured in, weapons drawn.

When he rushed to the foyer, poor Trevor was lying in a pool of coagulated blood, holding a flower.

All he knew to do was run, but at every turn, they were there, blocking his path.

Slowly Donnie stepped over Trevor, inspecting his nails. “Looks like the rat can’t escape the cat this time. Pity. I was starting to take a liking to you. You sure put up a good chase.”

When several men grabbed him, Acid fought back with everything he had, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how strong or fast he was, there was just no escape from men carrying an arsenal of weapons.

“Go ahead. Kill me.”

“ Nah , too overrated. I would rather put that Frank-n-body to good use. I’m sure we can figure out something for you. Besides, I still haven’t got my hands on your pretty girlfriend.”

“Leave her alone!”

“It’s funny you think I will. Anyway, I have something to show you.” Donnie waved the phone in front of him, showing the app that controlled the deactivation code. “Recognize this?”

“Yeah. My game. What about it?”

“Well, I’ve got to hand it to Dr. Malone. A mad scientist and an app developer. Smart man.”

Acid’s heart sank as Donnie’s finger hovered over the screen. By the looks of it, he knew what was going on. “He put a safety device in me in case I went rogue, didn’t he?”

“Yep. Seems the doctor has a weird fear of some old horror flick and was afraid you’d come back from the dead and kill everyone. Too bad you don’t have shit on me when it comes to raising hell. Goodnight, Acid. I’ll take good care of your little girlfriend.”

With that, he hit send on the code, deactivating the green nuisance he loathed to the core.

“No!” Acid screamed, feeling the chip spark inside him. The pain wasso unbearable he fell to his knees, holding his head.

A sharp pain shot through Acid’s body, his muscles seizing up as the code took effect. When his body fell to the floor he could see pathways in his brain shutting down. The worst thing about it was that he could hear Donnie laughing as everything went black.

The last thing he said… “Roxy.”

Across town, Roxy’s phone buzzed as she was driving back to the mansion. “Answer the down phone.”

She glanced at the screen and frowned. No message. No missed calls. He wouldn’t hear the last of it if he ditched her again. After all that she’d done for him, it would be a slap in the face.

But then it hit her. What if Donnie got to him? That had to be it. He’d told her monster’s craved a mate and he’d said she was his. He wouldn’t abandon her now.

Her foot pressed hard on the gas pedal, speeding past cars and skipping stoplights. Something had happened. Something bad.

“I’m coming, greenie. I’m coming.”

Just before she put down her phone, she sent a text, summoning her monsters to her location. She needed an army if what she thought was happening was true. She just hoped Acid was still alive because she didn’t think she could go back to her old life. Everything had changed, and he gave her something worth living for.