Page 27 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

I’ve had it! These assholes messed with the wrong mad scientist!

XOXO – Roxy

Roxy waited nervously while one of her Frank-n-men checked the mansion to see if the coast was clear. Pacing around the front porch she bit her nails, knowing something was wrong. The door was broken, and her created protectors wouldn’t let her step foot in the house until they knew it was safe.

When one of the guards burst through the door, panting and out of breath she knew it was bad. When she looked into his eyes, it was as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Ma’am, it’s Acid.”

Her heart sank as she tried to rush in, but the guard stopped her. “It’s bad Miss Roxy. The place was trashed. Trevor is lying dead just short of the front door. We checked the security cameras and… Acid… He’s been deanimated.”

“Is he in one piece?”

He nodded remembering Donnie’s ways. “Yes, but that means he has other plans than selling Acid’s parts on the black market over some cash. That means something bigger is in the works.”

“He wants me, and he knows I’ll come for Acid. Round up the men. No one touches my man and gets by with it. If he wants me to come to him, then I guess let’s go visit our gracious host.”

“We’re going to war?”

“Damn right. I’ll show that the two-bit hustler my therapist was right. They say I’m crazy. Well, let’s show them crazy.”

With that, she stormed into the house, her army of monstrous creations falling behind her. There was no way in hell she was going to just stand by and let them take away the happy life she was creating for herself and the man she loved. They were going to pay, and she was ready to bring horror down on the lot of them.

When she entered the living room, she found a few of Donnie’s squad still lingering around the mansion trying to loot whatever they could get their grubby hands on.

When one of them looked over his shoulder, he smiled thinking his friends were back and had got their hands on Roxy to take to the boss. He had no idea they were undead, and he wouldn’t make it out alive.

He smiled at them while holding one of Acid’s movie awards. “Hey guys! We’ve been looking all over for you. Looks like you brought Donnie his prize. Good job. Rico, tie up the girl and help us pack up this haul. I’ll grab Acid. Let’s get moving.”

Roxy stepped forward, snapping her fingers as her monster militia followed. “Touch him and die.”

The man looked back at her through different eyes when he figured out what she’d done. “They’re… Frankie’s?”

She nodded with an evil smirk as she popped her knuckles, ready to fight. “You shouldn’t have messed with my man. Now you’ll deal with my creations, but I’ll have them save you for last.”

“Little girl, you don’t know what you’ve just walked yourself into.”

As he stepped toward her, he kicked Acid’s body out of the way on the floor. The twitch in her eye should have told him he just fucked up because she was going to make him pay the most for disrespecting Acid’s corpse that way.

“Oh, I do. I came toplay, and you look like you’ll be a fun toy. I think I’ll make you into something special, like licking the dog shit off my combat boots.” Pulling her switchblade from her bra under her Sex Pistols band T-shirt, the grin she shot him made the man shiver. Waving one of her monsters over, she had him overtake the man as his friends started to step forward. “ Uh-uh-uh. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. My monsters have orders to remove your head if you cross me. Where’s Donnie?”

The man chuckled. “He’s looking for you and you walked into his trap. You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

“Good. I like a challenge. Rico…” she snapped for her monster to overtake him.

“Let me go, bitch!” He squirmed as one of the monsters pushed him to his knees, facing his partners in crime to witness her power.

Around them, a handful of men had guns drawn and she wasn’t scared in the least. To prove that point, she kneeled to whisper in his ear. “I’m going to make you watch.” Roxy was beautiful, but when she had that look in her eye, even the most stone-cold killer couldn’t deny she was one scary woman. “Let’s have some fun, shall we? Fankie’s… Make them scream!”

Before the group of men could engage their weapons the small army of about ten of her creations filed around her toward their targets. She started to dance around the one on his knees, singing her maniacal theme of murder and waving the blade like conducting a symphony orchestra.

The man before her tried to look away, but the monster given his orders wouldn’t allow it, forcing his face to watch the carnage and using his fingers to pry open his eyes. “Look.” The monster grunted, pushing his head forward.

“This bitch is crazy!”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” She smiled, accepting it with all its glory.

To Roxy, the layout of gore before them was like one of her favorite monster movies, playing out in real life. In her head, the visions came as the monsters attacked their former cohorts, destroying everyone in their path with their bare hands and theweapons they wielded. The song that played to her concerto, thewails of screams. The sounds of slaughtered bodies falling to the floor in the pools of their blood, a climatic symphony.

The creatures moved like trained professionals, her monsters tearing through the thugs as if they were nothing. Blood splattered across the house, screams of mercy making her smile in delight. When she picked up Acid’s body to drag him and dance around the man kneeling at her feet, she sang to him, just as she always did.

“Listen, my love. It’s all for you. Do you hear it? The song. It’s beautiful. They scream for us. For our love.”

As the sounds quieted, she laid Acid softly on a nearby couch with a kiss to his temple. When she turned back to the man her loving smile dropped as she stalked toward him. She waved to Hank who had been standing by the doorway watching guard with a snarl that made the man shake in his boots.

When the man at her feet tried to run, Hank caught him, as he pulled his butcher cleaver. She grabbed his arm, yanking him toward her to show the man the trouble he’d found himself in.

“Send a message to Donnie,” she growled, her voice low and menacing. “Tell him I’m coming and I’m bringing hell with me. Oh, and one more thing. It’s not nice to steal from the dead…”

Before the man could respond, Hank swung the cleaver down, severing his hand in one clean strike while the rest dangled in Roxy’s hand. He screamed in agony, clutching the stump where his hand had been moments before. He watched as she tossed his arm aside, tasting the splattered blood that dripped on her lip.

“Go before I take more than just your hand,” she snarled, shoving him toward the door.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Once the man ran for the door, Roxy rushed to Acid’s side, kneeling beside him. “Hank, help,” she whimpered once realizing he could have already passed over. “He can’t be dead. He can’t.”

“I’m sorry. For everything. For what I did to you, to your mother. I remember it all now, and I can’t even begin to explain how ashamed I am. But this…” he looked at the room of dead bodies. “This isn’t what your father would want.”

“I know, Hank.”

Her stepfather had never admitted to his past transgressions, never apologized for the way he’d treated them. And yet, here he was, finally owning up to it.

When Hank touched Acid’s cheek his fingers slid to his pulse point on his neck. “Beating…”

“What?”

“His heart. I feel it. He’s just turned off.”

Pushing him to the side, Roxy checked for herself. “He’s still breathing, and his heart is in motion. I could fix him.” Grabbing Hank, she hugged him. “Thank you, you big grumpy jerk.”

“I did good?”

“Yeah, Hank. You did awesome. Go to help the rest of themen and load up those bodies. Then clean up the mess.”

Hank nodded; his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “Love him?”

“I do.”

“Good. Love will make you better.”

She smiled as she looked up at the man she once hatted with all her being. “I hope it fixes us all after this, Hank. Momma too.”

“She’s getting better, thanks to you.”

In the lab garden that night behind Acid’s house. Roxy worked tirelessly with Hank at her side to bring Acid back to life. When they finally broke into code, it was a waiting game to see if he was still in there or ifhis soul had passed on.

They were all exhausted, but each monster creation stayed up all night with her, just to be by her side when she needed help. They’d made her so much coffee to stay awake she was sure her eyeballs were floating.

Bythe time sunrise filtered over the ocean, Acid’s condition had stabilized but still hadn’t regained consciousness. Roxy sat beside him, her body aching from exhaustion.

She reached out, gently brushing a hand over his cheek, her voice barely a whisper. “Come back to me, Acid. Please. I love you and you’re all I have. You are the only thing that feels real.”

As if responding to her plea, his eyes flickered open, and he rubbed his head. “What happened? My head is killing me.” He groaned softly, his body struggling to wake from the forced shutdown.

“You’re alive?”

“Unalive.” He chuckled. “Why do I have a feeling you did something really fucked up?”

“Well, let’s just say I ruined another one of your fancy carpets.”