Page 28 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Will he die for me? Oh yeah, he already did. But would I do the same?

XOXO – Roxy

When Acid was finally back to himself that evening, Roxy sat across theliving room of his Florida mansion watching him with the realization that she could have lost the only man she ever loved. While only a few of their guards cased the perimeter for any incoming dangers, she sent the rest with Hank to hunt down Donnie. It was a risk, but one they had no choice but to take. They didn’t know where he was or if they were even safe. If a group of his men attacked the mansion, it was just a matter of time before more would come.

As Acid rested on the couch, all she could think of was her childhood long before her mother’s mental health issues drove away her father. She didn’t blame either of them, but she now understood why he left. He couldn’t watch the one he loved fall to ruin. And father like daughter, she felt the same regarding the green man she’d fallen so hard for. The difference between her and her father was thatshe’d stand and fight for the ones she loved. Something her father didn’t have a chance or the willpower to do.

Closing her eyes she thought about what Hank said. He was right. Her father wouldn’t have wanted to see the spiral into the insanity she’d been living in these past months. Truth be told, she wanted to have a life of peace with Acid. Maybe she’d even take her science to new levels to help people, even if her genius ended up being served underground to hide from those who’d want to shut down the process.

When Acid rolled over to look at her she realized it had been quiet in the mansion for the past hour. Almost too quiet.

Standing, she grabbed a gun one of the men had been carrying. “They’re planning something.”

Sitting up with a stretch. “Relax. With those couple of guys you worked on this morning, we’re safe. Those are some of Donnie’s top guys guarding the house.”

“I thought that with the rest of them and look. They used a kill switch to turn you off. What if that thing would have stopped your heart? I’d be picking out a gravestone for you right now.”

“ Awe ,” he said as he went and wrapped his arms around her, “you do care.”

“You never take anything seriously, do you?”

“Princess, I’m just as worried as you are but what can we do?”

“I don’t know, but something doesn’t feel right.”

As if on cue, a loud crash echoed from outside, and a spray of bullets hit the house and shattered windows. Before either of them could react, the front door was kicked open before a group of Donnie’s men stormed in with weapons drawn.

Soon, the fearless leader sauntered in, straight for the couple. “Well, Acid. Looks like the freak flipped your switch back on. Why can’t you just die already? Haven’t you had one too many do-overs?”

“I could ask you the same, asshole. Why don’t you shoot yourself in the head and do us all a favor.”

“And ruin my good suit? Nah, I'd rather make your undead life miserable.” He waved over his men. “Get them. I don’t have time for this. I have clients wanting their product.”

As the men surrounded them, Acid was doing everything to protect his mate, to no avail. He stepped in front of her before a fight ensued, taking down two of the men with almost life-ending punches.

Yet the numbers outweighed them, and Acid was beaten down.

“Acid!” Roxy screamed, panic rising in her chest as she watched him crumble to the floor.

“Roxy, run!”

Before she could escape, one of the thugs grabbed her, twisting her arm behind her back. He reached into her bra for her switchblade, and she gritted her teeth in anger, struggling to break free as they yanked her toward the center of the room.

“Take them to the warehouse. Bring the bodies left here with them. Let’s see if the Frank-n-freak can create some monsters for our buyers.”

“I won’t make Frankie’s for you.”

Patting her cheek, he laughed. “Oh, you will. I have ways to make people comply. Don’t make me do things I don’t want to do and ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

“You’ll regret this. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

“Oh, I think we do. Get her out of here, and…” he used the code from his phone once more to turn off Acid. “I’ll stop by the prison to see if the king doctor has some ideas to program our green celebrity into something useful.”

“Leave my dad out of this!”

“Too late.” He laughed. “Who do you think gave us that code to turn off your lover boy?”

“My dad? No…”

Before long she was being dragged from the house, knowing maybe this time she and Acid may not get out of this alive. And this time, there would be no one there to fix them.

In the warehouse, they dragged Roxy toward a large metal hook hanging from the rafters, not taking the chance she’d get free. She struggled, kicking out at the men, but they were stronger, overpowering her with ease.

“Hang her up,” the leader ordered.

Roxy gasped as they hoisted her off the ground, her body dangling several feet above the floor. The chains bit into her wrists as she swung helplessly, her feet kicking in the air. The room spun, and for a moment, she felt a wave of nausea.

She knew to fear the worst. They were going to kill Acid and make her watch. She’d like to pretend she hadn’t been in a mess as bad as this, but inthe past with her mother’s boyfriends, she’d been on both sides before.

She strained against the chains, her muscles screaming in protest, but there was no escape.

The men circled Acid, checking his body, when he jerked.

“What’s that?” the leader asked.

“Probably a muscle spasm. Ignore it. He’s out.”

That caught Roxy’s attention as she watched out of the corner of her eye. She knew if Acid was turned off, he wouldn’t have any sort of movement. The fact her father had put a turn-off switch in him at all was odd because it was her belief father didn’t put any sort of chip for control in his creations. Boy was she wrong.

It had to have been a backup in case of emergency. Like an airbag in a car, chances are it was only meant to work once. If she was right, he was still functional.

“All right, let’s leave them. I have calls to make to our clients. Have our men bring the lab equipment here and we’ll get her started working in the morning.”

As she watched the men and Donnie leave, the chains spun. Her body getting weak from hanging there made her fall limp for a moment. She had to think. Every second spent watching Acid lie motionless on the floor felt like an eternity, but occasionally his hands would twitch, and the corner of his lip curled.

“You asshole! You’re awake.”

He chuckled as he set up. “Damn, I really am a great actor.”

“You’re a putz! Get me down from this thing. And why the hell are you smiling like a gosh darn idiot?”

“You’ll see.” After helping her down, he checked his watch before sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. “All we do is wait.”

“Wait for what? Are you insane? We have to get out of here.”

Acid sat back with a grin, crossing his leg over his knee. “Five… four… three… two…”

It was moments before they heard ear-curdling screams, and the doors to the warehouse burst open with the henchmen running their way for protection.

Donnie, the fastest of them all, sliding and hiding behind Roxy. “Stop them! They’re crazy.”

Acid laughed so hard he was holding his stomach. “I love crazy.”

Pushing the man away. Roxy looked mortified at what she was seeing. “Acid, you idiot. You modified my creatures.”

And she was right. They were playing out a fight scene, first in the parking lot, and now inthe warehouse. Each one dressed like Acid in a scene from one of his old movies where he cloned himself. He was laughing so hard she was sure he’d trip the kill switch in his brain all over again.

“You’re an idiot. So that’s where our extra guards went,” she scoffed. Suddenly, the door swung open and… “Hank?”

“Yep, with his help. Hank used the lab at your house to program them to act like my movie. Isn’t it epic?”

Donnie screamed when one of the large monsters started chasing him in circles around the warehouse.

“Get them, boys!” Hank shouted with a laugh, getting as much fun out of this as Acid. The creatures charged, a whirlwind of flailing arms and oddly synchronized steps.

“Wait! No!” Donnie shouted as his eyes went wide with disbelief.

But it was too late. The large monster barreled into him, sending the man crashing into a nearby table, the force of his weight sending glass and wood splintering everywhere.

“Get um’ Hank!” She laughed at the absurdity of it all. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Haven’t you learned that Acid Green always comes out on top? I planned this after that night with Trevor and the chainsaw. Hank’s been helping me in case anything went bad.”

“And they say I’m a genius. So, wanna fight?”

With a bow, he agreed, “After you, malady.” Stepping to the side to avoid a body being slung across the room, he reached to take her hand. “Shall we dance?”

“My pleasure, kind sir.”

Suddenly, a stray crowbar whizzed past her head, and Roxy ducked instinctively. “Watch it!” she yelled with a giggle. “A girl’s dancing here!”

The duo danced through the madness, Roxy finding her switchblade on the floor, and slashing at anyone who dared to approach them while Acid used his speed and strength to keep the thugs off balance.

Hank and the other guards had turned the tide of battle into a slapstick routine to match Acid’s most beloved horror comedy flick, sending their enemies flying with unexpected antics that were a sight of nonsense and murder.

“Enough of this!” Donnie shouted, finally stepping forward as the last of his men fell. His eyes blazed with fury as he realized he had lost control of the situation. “You think you can stop me? I own you Acid Green! I own you!”

“I think it’s time you learned the hard way that you messed with the wrong people!” Acid shouted back, his anger surging. “You don’t get to walk away from this.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of. Think about it, Roxy. Why did you spiral out of control, turning to murder? Your father was weak. I could have made him a god.”

Stepping closer, she was starting to wonder about one important thing. “How did you know my father was in that prison to get the code to turn off Acid? How do you know my father?”

“Oh, sweetheart, your poor sick mother introduced us. I was one of her little flings. I guess you don’t remember me. She was such a pretty woman. You look like her. Too bad she was just not loyal. To your father or anyone else.”

Her blood ran cold.

“Do you think your sick obsession for death and chaos was just some silly thing for horror flicks? Poor Roxy. The one who got away. The little shit who had to kill herself because her stepdaddy touched her.”

“What?”

She wasn’t catching on, but Acid was. “You were the man who raped her. The reason she tried to commit suicide.”

“Tried? No.” Donnie laughed. “She succeeded. Dear ol’ Dad had to save his baby girl.”

Acid’s head snapped to her, seeing Roxy’s head tilt in confusion. She didn’t understand, but he did. Roxy was… undead.

“She’s a Frankie.” He looked at her with pity as a tear fell, streaming from a deeply hidden memory she’d just assumed toforget. “She is my mate. We’re the same.”

“His best work, I’d say. She doesn’t even remember dying. I was her father’s financial backer, and he turned his back on me. I set up Roxy’s father for greatness, and he took the heat for all my murders just so I couldn’t create my own monster mafia. But now, I have her. Join me, Acid. We could become gods. Rule together. All you have to do is hand her over.”

Roxy’s heart sank, rage boiling up inside her. “You set him up!” She took a step closer, fists clenched. “He’s rioting in a prison because of you!”

“I’m a businessman and did what he was too self-righteous to do,” Donnie shot back. “You were just collateral damage and a worthless little slut like your mother.”

Acid moved forward with fists clenched, ready to strike. This evil man raped a young girl, abused her mother, and set up her father for murder. He realized that the bodies Acid helped the doctor transport when he was alive weren’t grave robbing situations at all. It was the mob reanimating their fallen soldiers.

“You’ll pay tonight for what you’ve done. I won’t let you get out alive,” he scowled. “Doctor Malone was a good man, and you took everything from him. I’ll kill you with my bare hands, you son of a bitch!”

“Not if I kill him first!” With a surge of adrenaline, Roxy launched herself at Donnie, knife in hand. He tumbled to the ground and she straddled his chest with the blade raised. “This is for my father!”

“You think this will change anything? You’re just a little girl playing horror!”

Acid leaned over, his face looking over Donnie’s. “You’ve underestimated her level of crazy. Say goodnight, you fat fuck.”

As he walked away, he started to hum Roxy’s favorite tune, hearing the sound of Donnie’s screams and the slicing of the blade as his punk princess made music to the sounds of horror.

She truly was his scream queen, complete with a side of crazy.