Page 9 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Never let an opportunity pass you by, especially when it sends a flaming beacon to light the way.

XOXO-Roxy

Roxy spent the morning double-checking her plot for revenge, her thoughts giving way to madness as she planned her next move. The notepad on the desk was filled with chaotic scribbles, each idea more extreme than the last. In the end, she went with the basics; hunt him down, tie him up, snatch his ass back to her place, and make him hers.

Acid wasn’t going to get away with ditching her the way he did. To her, the night of passion they shared had been more than just a kinky romp between the sheets. Didn’t the fool realize that? If he thought he could just sneak off without consequence, he was in for a rude awakening.

She glanced at her phone to check the time to find the panel discussion about his latest film would be starting soon. Her heart pounded at the thought of what she was about to do. Kidnapping wasn’t exactly her usual style, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Besides, he belonged to her by all things scientific, and she was going to make sure he understood that.

After grabbing her favorite airbrushed and studded leather vest, she tucked the notepad into her bag and left the hotel room, her combat boots stomping down the hallway with determination. She’d all but forgotten about what the weekend event was about until she ran into two cosplayers from the 180 movie The Shining who were standing by the elevator.

“What the fuck!” She jumped back in horror.

The twin girls in blue babydoll dresses didn’t say a word, staying in complete character. Despite being impressed with their commitment, Roxy was in half the mind to dropkick the creepy brats in the face and run as if her life depended on it.

When they stepped inside the elevator, she cringed. “I’ll catch the next one.” Maybe for the best because it gave her time to calm down and think over her plans.

When finally arriving at the convention floor she was in awe. Even focused on doing something completely naughty, she still found herself engrossed in her surroundings. The entrance to the panel rooms was packed, as expected. Cosplayers filled the halls, their elaborate costumes creating a colorful sea of monsters, ghouls, and everything in between.

Once locating her target, she found a spot near the exit of the hall, half-hidden behind a towering Acid-stein cosplayer. She rolled her eyes noting every bit of his costume that wasn’t in thecorrect design aesthetic to the original. “Poser. It’s not even got the right stitch placement. The scar leans to the right.”

A sudden buzz from the crowd shifted her attention, and there he was… Acid in all his monster glory pushing through the mass of fans while passing off a few autographs before taking to the stage. Roxy’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she thought better of what she was about to do.

Nah , that was letting him off too easily. Besides, there was no turning back now.

As he started his panel, his eyes scanned the room, and the happy-go-lucky smirk fell once he saw her. She even noted the moment he swallowed down the guilt and went back to flapping his gums about how great the new film was.

Then she saw an opportunity to make her move. From her vantage point she saw an exit sign not far from the curtains leading backstage, but how was she going to cause a diversion long enough to grab him and get out of there without anyone seeing?

Lucky for her the opportunity arose when the cosplayer in the oversized papier-maché Acid mask adjusted in his seat, dropping a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Out rolled his lighter right at her feet. A wicked smile curled her lips when she reached for them.

Now, she shouldn’t have done what she was about to do next, but intrusive thoughts of causing a little chaos far outweighed her reason. Anarchy was her spice of life, and she was anything but boring. With a flick of the lighter, she looked around to see if anyone was watching and… Woosh! Suddenly cosplay boy’s headdress was bursting into flames and his papier-maché head started flailing around in circles as he tried to put it out.

“Fire!” she yelled, stifling a giggle as the man went running through the crowd and chaos ensued.

Attendees ran for the door while others tried to put out the flaming head. Roxy smiled as she skipped toward the curtain area where Acid headed backstage. His security was right on point because once he was out of view, they went to try to calm the crowd instead of attending to his safety.

Just as she stepped through the curtain, she was stopped in her tracks. Not this. Not now.

“Damn it.”

A group of shady-looking men, dressed in black suits were about to cash in on the opportunity to get some of Acid Green for themselves.

Who the hell were these guys to think they could drop in on her party? It was the annoying loan sharks again and she wasn’t about to let this happen. He was her toy, and she’d damn well fight them for it.

When Acid turned, he saw her and was ready to bolt. That is until he saw the alternative coming from the other side. His body tensed, and without a word, he hightailed it out of there, shoving his way through stage props and storage bins to head toward the back exit. Once in the hallway, he was surrounded by fans that he had to push through, feeling the goons right on his tail.

“Get out of the way!” he yelled, running through a group of Chucky cosplayers and knocking over a slasher toy booth.

The men followed fast on his heels toward the parking garage, shouts of anger erupting from the convention-goers as they were knocked aside.

“Oh, hell no. Not today, Satan. That’s my man!” Roxy yelled.

This was not part of the plan, and she was livid. The idiot henchmen were about to ruin everything, and without thinking, she took off after them. As much as she wanted to have Acid for herself, there was no way in hell she’d let anyone else put their hands on him.

The chase spilled out of the convention hall, into the casino, and straight to the parking garage where Acid hoped he’d escape again in his fancy sports car… but nope. When he got there what he found made him fall to his knees in tears.

“No! You monsters!” he cried. His car was destroyed from the headlights to the tailpipe. “Look what you did to my sweet Priscilla! The humanity!”

Roxy had managed to spill a janitor’s mop bucket on the way through the casino making the loan sharks slip and slide into a poker table. She deterred them for only a moment, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before they’d catch up. Entering the garage her eyes darted left and right, searching for her green lover.

“You!” she scowled as she stalked toward him.

Jumping to his feet, his hands rose in defense. “It’s not what you think. I was just—”

“Ditching me! You’re a lying sack of shit!” she scolded, smacking him with her bag before his eyes went wide.

When she looked over her shoulder to see what he was suddenly looking at, she saw the men in black barreling toward them. “Fuck. We have to get out of here.”

“My car! My poor car!”

“Shut up! Let me think.”

As luck would have it, a delivery van was parked nearby, and the driver had just stepped away in enough time for her to take advantage. Grabbing Acid’s collar, she dragged him away from his demolished heap of metal and toward the opportunity for escape.

She didn’t think twice, racing toward it and finding the driver’s side door unlocked but the van not running.

“Amateurs.” She giggled, jumping into the driver’s seat and hot wiring it in a snap.

Acid slid into the other side, looking about as scared as she’d seen anyone. This guy was supposed to be her mean green hero, and he was acting like a pussy.

“Suck it up. We have to get out of here.”

He took a deep breath, wiping sweat from his brow. This wasn’t the first time someone had come after him, but damn if it wasn’t getting old. “Do you know how to drive a stick?”

“Nope, but it never stopped me before,” she said, shoving it into gear.

As she squalled tires out of the parking space, he was thrown against the door, barely hanging on. From behind them, gunshots rang out and he ducked his head to avoid a few stray bullets.

“What the hell! They’re shooting at us! Whoa, slow down! You’re going to kill us, you crazy bitch!”

“You’re lucky I don’t, frog-colored halfwit! Shut up and stay down,” she hissed, glancing back at the thugs in the rearview mirror.

When the van leveled out on the street, Acid blinked in repetition, still trying to wrap his head around what was going on while his fingers dug into the dashboard. He’d been running from a group of guys in suits, and now he was in a van with Roxy, speeding away from the casino. From the look in her eyes, he wasn’t sure what was worse.

Part of him was amused at her moxie—hell, maybe even a little impressed. The woman had some nerve, he’d give her that. Still, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about being manhandled into a getaway van.

“What’s the plan?” he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm as he leaned against the van door. “Do I take my chances with a chick who just kidnapped me, or the guys back there wanting to disassemble every inch of me to sell my parts on the black market?”

“Kidnapped you?” She shot him a side-eyed glare. “Oh, please. I just saved your ass back there.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now? Don’t play coy, sweet cheeks. Let’s not forget I was in your hotel room last night. I saw the diabolical plans you were hashing out. I have to admit, it’s cute. You had it laid out a lot better than some of the other psychos who’ve tried.”

Roxy didn’t stoop to his level to reply, her focus set on the road ahead. Soon the van screeched to a halt a few miles outside of the city, pulling into a secluded lot behind an abandoned warehouse. She threw it into park and killed the engine, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Acid watched on, a smirk playing on his lips. He hit a nerve, and it was cute that she was flustered that her plan was foiled. “Okay, now that we’re here, what are you going to do with me? There’s a lot of room in the back. Tie me up, spank my ass with a tire iron. You know how I like it, baby.”

“Shut up.”

“Just so you know, my security had their eye on you. They’re going to figure out where I am. And don’t give me that I saved your ass crap. What’s your plan? Kill me and then off yourself like some fucked up Romeo and Juliet?”

Roxy turned in her seat, her expression deadly serious. Her lip trembled as she realized she had messed up. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“You’re mine, Acid.”

He chuckled, taking in the less-than-interesting view out the window. “Many women have tried, sweetheart. You’re just one of a long line of fangirls who’ve pulled this crap. I belong to no one.”

“You sure?” she asked with a devious grin.

When he looked over, the smile she gave in return made him shiver. There was something completely unhinged with this girl. He kind of liked it.

“Listen, pretty boy. You’ve been mine since the moment you walked into my father’s lab. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be… this .” She waved her hand toward him.

He blinked, taken aback by the admission. This couldn’t be true. Was she…? No. It couldn’t be. The young woman from the photo the day he was created. It was her. The one he fell in love with on the operating table.

Acid felt like his heart was in a vice, but once again, pushed those feelings down as far as he could. He’d deny them to his last days. Love was for the weak. “You’re serious. Dr. Malone was your dad?”

“Dead serious.” Her eyes flashed with something dangerous. “And I don’t care how many goons or crazy fans come after you. You’re not getting away from me. It was my plans that made the Frankie creations possible. I fucking own you and I’m getting what’s mine. They took my father from me. I won’t let them take you, too.”

Acid stared at her, unsure whether to laugh or be genuinely concerned as his hand ran through his hair. This wasn’t exactly how he’d expected his day to go, and he felt his heart sink into his shoes. In some ways he pitied her. Dr. Malone was a good man, and he could see his arrest was affecting her deeply.

Taking a deep breath, all he could do now was accept it. “Fuck my life… Well,” he said after a moment, “this should be interesting. I guess you’re not planning to kill me, so I guess my chances are better with you than back there with Donnie’s guys. You just got yourself a Frank-n-monster, princess.”

“You’re not supposed to enjoy this, moron. You’re ruining it.”

With a wink, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I enjoyed it last night. I wouldn’t pass up another round.”

Roxy’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she shot him a look of pure annoyance and started the van again. The plan had gone sideways, thanks to those damn criminals, and all the joy was drained out of it.

Why kidnap him now? What fun would it be?