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 Blackshaft - 02-07 - Countdown part 2 (Adults Only.  Copyright@Rama.  2013)



   Drummond Park.  Evening.

   Amy Reynolds had spent most of the day on her back in a secluded area of
the park as another black boy continued to fuck her.  It felt so fucking
good.  She had been so horny for the past few days with only her fingers
and that long, thick dildo to keep her going.  She had managed to keep that
secret from her parents, thank God.  But then Amy had plenty of secrets in
her life.  She wasn't a natural blonde for one.  She had also been spending
more time with her boyfriend than she had at college for another.  She had
a boyfriend was a third.  There was no way she could tell her parents about
Shaun.  He was black, They would freak, they wouldn't understand.  Her life
would be miserable.  Besides Shaun was the One.  As soon as that big black
cock of his had pushed inside her at the house he used with his gang, she
knew he was the one.  He had waited, letting her feel the throb of his cock
inside her.  She had been a virgin until that night.  The way he had rocked
back and forth breaking her sex down while looking deep into her eyes told
he was the one.

   That first time he had used a rubber.  The second time too, and the
third, then he had introduced her to a local pharmacy and she took her
first pill.  The first time without a rubber felt so much better.  Shaun
was inside her like he should be, fucking her way nature intended.  She had
cried when she felt his cum filling her, his hips jerking against her and
pushing himself inside her pussy.  She was one of the last in her class to
lose her virginity.  The other girls had all `done' it.

   Her best friend was a girl called Stephanie Taylor.  A `real blonde'. 
And Stephanie had lost her cherry earlier in the year.  It was Stephanie
who made the introductions to the gang where Amy met Shaun.  Soon she was
getting a real education.  She was part of the gang.  She was `street'. 
Shaun taught Amy how to be a gang bitch.  She rode with them, she drank
with them, she fucked with them.

   Amy remembered watching Stephanie fuck her `man' as she sat on Shaun's
lap, feeling him getting hard.  Soon the feeling of lust got the better of
her and she was between his legs sucking him off as she listened to the
sounds of her friend cumming.  Both the girls had also gotten tattoos
together.  A small mark high on their inner thigh where it could be hidden
easily.  Then came the day when Shaun asked her for something special.  All
she had to do was suck off Stephanie's man, D-Rider.  This was the fourth
guy Stephanie called her `her man'.  Stephanie was there and about to
straddle him.  Amy saw the glint on Stephanie's eye at the suggestion. 
"Yeah, Amy." Stephanie grinned.  "You do mine, I'll do yours!"

   "But..." Amy replied and felt Shaun kissing her neck.  The thought of it
made her feel so...  Naughty.  "Once time." she told him and the girls the
two black males down an alley.  Pushed them against a wall and sucked each
other's boyfriend's off..  A few days passed before one time became twice.
Then came the day when Stephanie wasn't there and Amy found herself alone
with them.  As she sucked off D-Rider she felt the familier probing of
Shaun at her pussy.  Then his cock slid between her wet lips.  That
afternoon she had her first three-way.  Amy was lost in the mists of lust
when she realised she guy fucking her from behind was D-Rider.  Any worries
about Stephanie were thrown away when she saw he friend on her knees in
front of Shaun, his cock in her hand as she sucked on his black balls. 
Moments later the girls were together, side-by-side, each other's black
boyfriends balls deep inside them....

   The black boy suddenly stopped and Amy felt him thrust every bit of his
cock into her.  She been feeling really horny for the past couple of days.
More than normal.  She felt him jerk and heard his moans as he filled her
with cum.  She smiled at the satisfied feeling him slam every inch he could
inside gave her.  Opening her eyes she saw him lie on top of her gasping.
Amy reached around him she saw her watch.  Looking to the side she saw
Shaun with Stephanie sucking his balls as a brunette she didn't know yet
was sucking on the head of his cock.  The sight just made her feel horny
again.  She was glad he stayed inside her, letting her feel him getting
soft.  Amy knew he would be hard again soon.

   She heard voices approaching and recognised them as some other members
of the gang.  Amy smiled again, something told her both her and Stephanie
would be very satisfied tonight....



   Commissioner's Office.  Elgin City Police Headquarters.  Evening.

   The place was in panic.  The news had been demanding to know what the
hell was going on after explosions at Deputy Commissioner's home and then
Mayor's limousine at the prestigious business dinner.  Danielle Holmes had
been going through the files, helping out officers as they looked into the
disappearance of the Commissioner when the news of Deputy Commissioner
Pelso's house being blown up reached them.  That was followed by the
reports of the Mayor's car.  The shit then hit the fan.

   Press besieged the building wanting to know who was in charge.  They had
connected the dots.  The investigation at Jane Gregg's house, the explosion
ripping apart Pelso's home, then the Mayor.  The Deputy Mayor also seemed
to be missing.  She had heard that officers had been told to smash the door
to his house down.

   A senior officer was looking looking at his phone in disbelief as he
walked in.  Danielle saw the people in the room look at him.  "The deputy
Mayor and his family have found dead.  Throats...." He fell silent.  The
silence that came over the room was heavy.

   "Holy fuck," another man said.  "We're under attack."

   A TV from outside the office seemed to shatter the silence.  "We have
told by sources that the bodies of the Mayor, an aide and their driver have
been removed from the wreckage of the limousine they were travelling in
when it expoded."

   "SHUT THAT THING OFF!" someone yelled and the TV went quiet.  The
networks had cancelled everything to give 24 hour coverage.  The phones
were deluged by calls from people seeing terrorists under their beds.  When
they heard about the deputy mayor things would really go to hell.  Danielle
Holmes looked around her at all the high powered uniforms now arguing about
who was in charge and what to do.  Where the hell was Jane Gregg, she
wondered.  Danielle got her phone and called Corrine.  She needed to hear a
calm voice.  She had been relieved to hear that she was round the corner
from the apartment.  Now all the she could do now was look at the chaos as
cops were trying to figure out what to do.  She was just a secretary after
all.  Just an assistant.  Every other senior officer was being called and
trying to over-rule each other.  Danielle's phone ran again and she saw it
was Corrine's number.  She put it to her ear.

   "Kacey's gone." she heard Corrine's panicing voice tell her.

   "What?"

   "She gone and the place looks like a hurricane has hit it." Corrine
said. "Danielle, Kacey..."

   "She was fine when I left.  Maybe she went out..."

   "I tried her cell, but I found that in her room."

   Danielle watched to uniformed officers being pulled apart as they began
to throw punches.  "Okay, I'll have someone come over and--"

   "No!" The sharpness of the tone surprised her.  "She was taken.  I know
who took her." Corrine said and Danielle heard the weeping start.

   "I wanted her to have a normal life." Corrine said.

   "Okay, I'll try and get away!" Danielle switched off the phone and
looked at the arguing going on around her.  Fuck them, she thought.  She
grabbed her coat and bag and ran out.



   The Flint Library.  Evening.

   Emily Carroll had forgotten the time.  She had got lost in trying to
finish the history paper that was due in two days time she hadn't checked
her watch.  The library closed 20 minutes ago.  Emily was one the highest
scoring girls in her class.  But that came a cost.  She was the book-worm,
the nerd.  Emily had ignored the taunts and got on with things.  She was
quite plain to look at.  Nothing spectacular but nothing ugly either.  Just
plain.  Pretty, as her mother called her.

   Emily made her way through the library to the desk and found no-one
there.  She swore under her breath.  "Hello?" she called out.  The headed
for the main doors only to find them locked.  She sighed, turned and yelled
again.  "HELLO?"

   There was still no answer.  Emily went back to the desk and picked up
the phone.  She stopped when she saw the light from the slightly open
office door.  at one corner of the library, and shrugged to herself.  She
walked to the door and stopped herself from knocking as she heard the
moaning from behind it.  Edging around it she saw the them.  The librarian,
a woman she had never bothered taking notice of before.  She must have been
in her 40's, but the two men weren't.  They couldn't be more than 20, the
two of them.  At either side of the desk as the librarian was laid on her
back between them.  Her blouse was wide open and her skirt was up around
her waist.  The young man at her head was also squeezing the woman's
breasts.  Emily blinked, catching her breath as she saw the two of them
thrusting towards the woman, one into her face, the other between her
splayed legs.  They were so involved in themselves they never saw Emily. 
They just kept plunging into the woman, again and again.  Emily couldn't
move as she saw the librarian reaching around the young man plunging
himself into the woman's mouth.  His shaft slid back then thrust back in
again.  The woman was gasping in air between thrusts then gripped his
buttocks with both hands.

   The thrusts were getting harder, more forceful but the woman had her
arms around the man in her mouth as the other one lifted her legs wide
apart.  "Fuck, yeah!" the one in the woman's mouth cried out and Emily saw
his ass jerking against her face.  She stepped back and quietly made her
way through the library to the where she remembered there was a fire exit.
She shoved it open and ran out, heading for home.  Not out of fear, she was
feeling horny as hell and wanted to get home to use that naughty little toy
she kept at the back of the night drawer.



   Street.  Evening.

   NightLord looked up and down the empty residential street.  Nothing was
happening.  He had been sneaking into the water supply stations and seeding
the water supply for three days.  It was all set to go off tonight.  The
toxin would off-balance the brains chemical enough to increase the
paranoia. The explosions would push the city over the edge and chaos would
engulf it.  Then he could deal with Smiler and become King of the new city
that would rise up.

   But nothing was happening.

   No riots, no fights, nothing.  People were staying inside their homes.
It couldn't the toxin that had always worked.  Always.  Then he looked at
the van.  Something had gone wrong with Smiler's plan.  That crazy idiot
had always got people wrong.  He had promised him that they would be
tearing each other apart when the bombs went off.  NightLord shook his
head. He got back into the van and opened the glove box, took out the
pistol and ejected the clip.  It was loaded and ready.  Putting the gun on
the seat next to him he started the engine and turned the van around.



   The Cramdon Household.  Evening.

   Linda Cramdon was in her early 30s and knew she was still desirable. 
She was married to a bum called Alan and had been fucking the nice man from
upstairs.  Ray was black but ten times the man that her lousy husband was.
At first it was purely out of revenge.  Looking at her bum of a husband and
she thought of that black cock slamming into her pussy made her grin.  But
things had changed.  She felt different.  She felt like if she didn't
change now she never would.  Linda had gotten the idea when Ray was nicely
inside her ass and moaning in her ear as she felt the cum emptying into
her. She hated having to scheme and plan her little sessions with Ray. 
Linda wanted to see him whenever she wanted.  She wanted to spread her legs
and let that black mothrfucker pound her good whenever she wanted.  She had
already fucked in her bed, his bed, on the kitchen table, everywhere, in
fact.  That made her smile as well, when her useless husband made his weak
attempts of lovemaking.  Three thrusts then he rolls off.  Useless shit.

   Linda didn't want lovemaking.  She wanted fucking.  Good, hard, deep
fucking.  Ray would pin her legs back and sink that big, black cock all the
way into her.  She would feel his balls crushed against her as his cum
pumped deep inside her.  She could swear his cock was inside her womb.  She
wanted that.  She needed that.  Alan huffed and puffed and shot his load in
seconds.  But that would change.  She had her story all worked out.  She
got home and found the door opened.  Then found the house had been robbed.
Then found her dear, dear husband dead.  The knife stuck in his gut.  She
would break down and cry and do all the right things.  "Then that nice
black man from upstairs will comfort me," she said as she stood in the
doorway.  "And I'll lead him to our bed where he will fuck me just the way
I like.  Like he has for months now."

   She smiled as she removed the bloodied glove she wore to stab Alan and
looked in his dying eyes.  She saw the pain and betrayal in them.  "Every
fucking position possible.  That black cock will be inside me so fucking
deep..." she told him and saw his mouth opening silently.  "And then he'll
move in.  In your home.  In your bed.  In your wife." Linda smiled at her
dying husband.  "How's that for a love story, sweetheart?"

   Linda put the glove into a plastic bag.  She picked up the bag of items
she thought a robber would take and looked back.  The phone cord had been
cut and she was sure he was near death.  The large pool of blood would be
bitch to get out but she could get a new carpet and look on that spot with
pride.  A hidden pride, of course.  Linda picked up the car keys and headed
out.  She had a neighbourhood watch meeting to attend that would give her
the alibi she needed.  Alan never went to those things.  So his
non-appearance wouldn't noticed.

   Yeah, she smiled to herself.  Things were going to change.  Linda had
never felt to good.



   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Evening.

   Danielle burst in the door.  The drive over had been surprisingly quiet.
There was no panic on the streets.  It all looked normal.  She ran in and
saw Corrine sitting on thw sofa with a drink in her hand.  There had been
an attempt to tidy up but the room was still a mess.  Corrine stood up and
hugged Danielle.  "I thought he was dead." she told the black woman.  "I
thought he was dead."

   "Who?" Danielle asked pushing Corrine back and looking at her.  "What
about Kacey?"

   Corrine took Danielle's hand and led her to the door of Kacey's room. 
She pushed it open and saw the everything had been upturned, ripped open
and smashed.  On the wall a circle with two dots and a smile had been
painted.  Danielle felt her blood go cold.  She knew the symbol.  "Oh,
fuck." she muttered.

   "Call him." Corrine said from behind her.

   "She's not ready." Danielle replied.

   "It's that freak.  He's got Kacey."

   Danielle turned and looked at the white woman.

   Corrine stepped forward.  "Call him.  Please." she pleaded.

   Danielle thought of the panic at headquarters and the peace of the
streets.  Calm before the storm, she thought.  Danielle went through her
cell phone's numbers and found the number Corrine was talking about.  She
saw the pleading in the white woman's eyes again and pressed `dial'.



   The Cave.  Evening.

   "This was a very expensive calculator." Smiler said as he went behind
the tall supercomputer in the cave.  Kacey was still groggy but conscious
as she lay on the floor.  "Shame someone blew it up.  Not me, though." he
added and hit the side.  Lights flicked on and the computer lit up as it
activated.  "Now, to cut the bullshit.  We are underneath Beach Mansion.  I
have known for years - Years!  - That that stuck-up bitch Alison Beach was
the Scarlett Queen.  A child could figure it out." He walked up to Kacey
and pushed her onto her back with his foot.  "Now she ain't here, but you
are." he said to Kacey.  Then knelt down and cut the gag from her mouth. 
Smiler stood up and then cut the gag from Jane Gregg.

   "FUCK YOU!" Jane yelled.

   "I don't believe in hitting a woman." Smiler said with a smile and
punched her hard in the face.  "But I believe in hitting cops!"

   "Stop..." Kacey said.

   "Ah, the girlfriend speaks." he said and turned to her.  "What d'you? 
Bump her off?  You can tell me, Princess." He looked back at Jane Gregg and
saw the blood running from the side of her mouth.  He punched her again,
sending Gregg onto her side.  "The longer you take, Princess, the more this
cop's going to hurt!"

   Kacey swallowed.  "She left...." she told him.  "She left."

   "Bullshit!" Smiler said and landed a kick into Gregg's stomach.  Jane
cried out in pain.  "You..." Jane gasped.  "I saw...  Your body..."

   "What?" Smiler said, stepping back.  "A bad guy doesn't get a vacation?
It was that old fashioned fake Smiler gag, and you lot fell for it hook..."
He kicked Jane again.  "Line..." And again.  "Sinker...!" And again.

   Jane felt the tears as the pain coursed through her.

   "She left!" Kacey said again.  "SHE FUCKING LEFT!!!"

   "Lies!  Lies!  Lies!" Smiler grinned, landing a kick in Jane Gregg's
stomach each time.  He turned and jumped onto Kacey, straddling her. 
"Tonight." he told her, wiping away tears off her face.  "I have killed her
deputy, his family and the mayor." He looked at the gasping form of Jane
Gregg.  "I blew them all to hell, Janey.  All of them." He looked at Kacey.
Then put his face to hers.  His voice went to a whisper.  "You tell me what
you did to the Queen and I'll end it quickly." A click next to her made her
glance to the side and she saw the revolver, it's hammer pulled back.  "For
both of you.  And you two don't see me tearing this city apart until you
tell me what happened." A smiled widened across his face.  "Every man,
woman and child.  Death, destruction and anarchy.  What a party it's going
to be."

   "I don't know what happened." Kacey said again.  "She just left."

   The smile faded from his face and she saw him glance towards the gun. 
The explosion from it echoed through out the cave followed by the gasping
cries of pain from Jane Gregg.  Kacey looked over and saw the dark stain
spreading across the Commissioner's belly.  "NOOOOOO!" Kacey screamed as
Smiler stood up and walked over to Jane Gregg.  "....nooooo..."

   "Gutshot." he told them, and looked at Kacey.  "Takes hours to die from
that.  Slow, painful hours." He pressed the gun against Jane's head.  "Tell
me the truth and I'll put this cop bitch out of her misery."

   Kacey saw the pain on Gregg's face and wept as shook her head.  "I don't
know...." she said.  "I don't know..."

   Smiler walked to the computer and ran his finger's across the keyboard
in the centre of the wide layout of panels.  Next to it a small widescreen
TV burst into life.  The blonde anchor had a grim look on he face. 
"...umours of chaos within the police and city departments are rife with
sources claiming that no-one is charge.  Further sources from City Hall say
that Councilmen are demanding police protection... ."

   "All it took was a couple bombs." Smiler sighed with a grin.  "What a
city."

   "So far what can best be decribed as a nervous quiet is on the streets
as people are wondering where the terrorists will strike next."

   "Oh, dear.  I wonder where." Smiler sighed as the TV screen changed to a
row of number.

   "Thirty minutes'll do.  "Smiler grinned.  "I got an idea.  Let's play a
game." He stepped behind the computer again before coming back out.  " A
little game call Truth or Beating." he added and tapped the long iron bar
in his left hand...



   Eglin Broadcast News.  Make-up Room 03.  Evening.

   Pamela Greerson sat in the make-up chair.  She had her legs up on the
edge of the table that stretched along the wall as she plunge a hand down
the open jeans she wore.  Her juices were smeared all over her hand as she
smiled during the last moment of her orgasm.  She'd be fired if they caught
her doing this.  Getting herself off at work.  Then she remembered.  No,
she wouldn't.  A lot of things had changed at the station in the past few
months.  The place was a hot-bed of sex these days.  She looked at Jemma
Meadows on the TV screen and smiled again.  Jemma was horny, she could see
it in her eyes.  The blonde was hungry for some actino but was forced to
play the upright news anchor.  Pamela had seen Jemma indulging in a little
behind-the-scenes fun with one of the camera crew herself.  That confirmed
the rumours that had been going around.

   There had been talk of a little `audition session' where Jemma and a
couple of the other girls from around the place had been `helping out'. 
Not that Pamela cared.  Hell, if Jemma was a guy she'd have been the King
of the place.  So, Pamela thought, you go girl.  What good for the cock....
That `audition' had brought the station Chloe, a brunette who had trouble
with everything.  She couldn't report, her writing made a three-year-old
look sophisticated.  So they put her on weather.  No big deal deal, just
read the autocue, right?  Wrong, she couldn't read the autocue.  It seemed
moving words were difficult for her.  Pamela found out why they kept her
around one day when she found herself seeing Chloe following a couple of
the cameramen into the gents.  According to the talk Chloe could suck a
tailpipe clean and would fuck anything that moved.  And did.

   There was the story about one late-night shift where the bet was she
could suck off three guys during a break...

   The gossip of that time she did the weather in a bikini because she
never had time to get her clothes back on before the broadcast...

   How she was meant to have a `little black book' of guys and her scores
for them....

   The time she was meant to have gotten out of a speeding ticket by
offering the officer a `hand'...

   Chloe was just a little slut, Pamela thought and smiled.  "What's good
for the cock..." she said out loud.

   `Dumb as shit,' Jemma had described her to Pamela once.  `And very eager
to please..." she had added with a wicked smile, not going any further into
it.

   "We'll have further after this short break." Pamela saw Jemma say and
smile.  The screen went an advert break, the first being for the scent
Noire.  Pamela used it herself.  All the women she knew did.  It was best
selling scent right now.  Pamela gently rubbed her hand up and down her
pussy again.  She getting so horny again!  The ad-break seemed to go by in
a flash when the screen showed the studio again.  Pamel could swear she saw
someone running out of shot as Jemma turned to the camera, then quickly
wiped her mouth.  "Welcome back," the blonde smiled and Pamela noticed the
was a little blush on her cheeks as Jemma quickly licked the side of her
mouth.

   "What's good for the cock, girl..." Pamela laughed and plunged a finger
back into her own pussy, wondering which one of the nearly all-black crew
they had these days it was Jemma had just blown...



   Street.  Evening.

   NightLord had stopped the van and got out.  There was no-one around. 
The street was lined with bars and clubs.  And there was no-one entering or
leaving them.  He wondered if they were just scared.  But his toxin should
have multiplied that made them angry.  They should be killing each other.
Rioting and fighting and setting things on fire.  Those deep hatreds should
be being beaten and kicked out on each other's faces.  Skulls should be
being smashed!  How could he take over a city that was in control of
itself....

   He stopped when he heard something from an alleyway.  Deep, animalistic
whispers.  He took the gun from the van and walked quietly towards the
alley.  Keeping the gun at his side he looked down and saw them at the far
end.  She was blonde and bent over, bracing herself against the wall. 
Three men were around her, one thrusting into her.  But she wasn't
screaming, her eyes were rolled up as she gripped the dirty wall. 
NightLord narrowed his eyes in confusion.  She was enjoying it.  He watched
as the man finished and a second man took his place.  He slapped her ass
and she looked back at him.  The grin on her face said it all.

   NightLord backed off and walked to the door of the bar.  The sound was
easy to hear through the doors.  He slipped the gun into his pocket and
opened the door.  The whole place was heaving with people fucking.  Over
the bar and both under and over the tables.  Naked and half-dressed.  They
fucked and humped.  One woman was half off a stool with her legs spread,
shouting at the man to do it harder....

   Another had a man's head between her thighs, having locked her legs
around him...

   A woman was on her knees holding up a beer glass under a man's cock as
he was jerking into it while other men were waiting and jerking themselves.
The glass was half full of thick looking white fluid.  NightLord saw her
suddenly put the glass to her mouth and start to drink...

   A fight was breaking out between two men as a small brunette looked on
with satisfaction and stroked her naked pussy...

   A blonde was on a table with a man under while a second man was behind
her.  Both men were pistoning their hips back and forth as she started
gasping in pleasure.  He saw a third man step in front of her and heard the
gasps become muffled...

   He closed the door and stepped back.  The ran to the next bar where he
saw a similar orgy taking place.  Finding another two orgies he walked into
the middle of the street and thought back.  This are was one of the places
that was supplied by the water station he had seeded.  But this was the
wrong effect.  Smiler, he thought.  That grinning maniac had done
something. He had to have done something!  NightLord got back into the van
and remembered the one parcel left he had to deliver.  He got out again and
opened the back doors.  Then threw the parcel from the van into the street.
He got back into the driver's seat and took off down the street.



   The Werner Household.  Evening.

   ...BANG-BANG-BANG....

   16-year-old Beth should be disgusted.  She knew she should be revolted
by her parents.  Half an hour ago they had made some lame ass excuses and
left the front room of the small house they called home.

   ...BANG-BANG-BANG...

   Five minutes later she heard the bang-bang-banging and the muffled
sounds from their bedroom.  She was old enough to know what was going on.

   ...BANG-BANG-BANG...

   Another minute and the muffled sounds were out and loud groans.  Beth
had tried turning the sound up on the TV but that bang-bang-banging kept on
going-going-going.

   "Oh, sweet jesus...!" she heard and Beth recognised her mother's voice.
"Sweet fuckin--Mmmmmmfff...."

   ...BANG-BANG-BANG...

   Oh, for fuck's sake, she thought, and concentrated on the TV screen. 
But there was something else bothering her.  She wasn't a child anymore. 
She knew what those feelings she got between her legs meant.  They mostly
came when she was watching the football team play.  Hell, a lot of the boys
made her feel that way.  She ran her hand up and down her crotch as she
thought of those boys at school.

   ...BANG-BANG-BANG...

   "Come on, baby..." she heard her father say.

   Beth left the TV on as she got up and ran out of the room, heading for
her own room.  Once in there she closed the door got her MP3 player.  She
put the earphones in and slid down to the floor, her back to the door. 
Turning the volume up she concentrated on the song and thought of those
boys instead of what was going on in that bedroom.  That didn't stop the
feeling between her legs.  Beth knew of only one way to deal with that....



   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Evening.

   "Well?" Corrine said to Danielle as they stood among the messy room. 
Danielle had finished the call.

   "Where would he take her?" the black woman asked.

   Corrine sighed.  The just shook her head.  "I don't know..."

   Danielle stepped up to Corrine and grabbed her shoulders.  "Jane Gregg
has vanished as well.  Her place was trashed.  Kelso's has been killed.  So
has the mayor and his deputy.  Now Kacey has gone and we both know what
that symbol means.  Either Smiler is still alive, or it's a copycat.  But
why would take Kacey?"

   Corrine pushed Danielle off.  "It's got to be--"

   The slap on her face stung Corrine hard and she looked back at Danielle
with tears in her eyes.  "There's been other things happening.  The rumour
is that Smiler is still alive."

   "But..."

   Danielle nodded.  "I know, he's meant to be dead, but how many times has
he pulled a disappearing act before.  Sometimes for a couple of years?  Now
tell me about Kacey." she pleaded.  "Please."

   Corrine sat on the sofa and cleared her throat.  "Kacey was Red
Princess." she said softly and looked up at Danielle.  On seeing no
reaction, she sat back.  "Open secret, right?"

   "Pretty much." Danielle shrugged.  "The whole department knew.  Those
masks don't really cover much."

   "Jesus." Corrine started crying.  "I always warned Alison about this. 
Kacey was too young but that...  She wouldn't listen.  I thought at least
Kacey was safe now.  She had given it up after..." Danielle sat next to
Corrine and put and arm around her.  "Alison just left.  She just upped and
left.  I really thought she was safe..." Corrine said again before
collapsing into Danielle's arms.  Suddenly sat up and looked at the black
woman with shock.  "He's looking for Alison.  The psycho is looking for
Alison..."

   "Corrine..." Danielle started.

   "We have to find Kacey!" Corrine said and leapt up.  She grabbed her
bag. "Smiler's looking for Alison!"

   Danielle sighed.  "Where would he take her?"

   Corrine stopped.  "He knew about Kacey.  He probably knew about Alison
being the Queen, too." she said.

   "But where would he take...." Danielle started then fell silent.  The
women looked at each other.  They both knew the answer.

   "The mansion." Corrine muttered.  She upturned her bag and grabbed the
car keys as they hit the floor.  Then started for the door before Danielle
could stop her.

   "Ah, fuck!" The black woman cried out and switched on her phone again.
She started running after Corrine as she hit the number and then `DIAL'.





   The Cave.  Evening.

   "WRONG ANSWER!" Smiler yelled.  "AGAIN!" Kacey couldn't look anymore as
she saw the furious grinning lunatic lifting the iron bar again.  The blood
that smeared it glinted in the lights that lit up the cave.  "WRONG! 
FUCKING!  ANSWER!  YOU!  LYING!  LITTLE!  CUNT!" he yelled, smashing the
bar onto the bloody, gasping, pain-wracked form of Jane Gregg.  The chair
she had been in had been tossed and she was on her front now lying in her
own blood.

   Kacey shook her head and closed her eyes.  But she heard the grunts of
pain the sickening thuds resulted in.  Suddenly she felt the weight on top
of her and Kacey smelled the blood as she opened her eyes.  Blood-stained
hands grabbed her head and pushed her face to the gasping, twitching form.
Jane Gregg was no longer recognisable.  Her face was a swollen, bloody mess
and her arms and legs were at weird angles.  "I don't know..." Kacey
sobbed.

   "I am so glad she stopped screaming but that can happen when you start
breaking the facial bones.  But it still hurts her more than it hurts me."
Smiler grinned.  "So I'm having a hell of time!"

   Kacey saw the joy in his eyes.  She started sobbing again.

   "Where is she?" he whispered with an innocent voice.  "Go on.  Admit it.
You killed her.  Her Majesty was going to trade you in for a younger pussy
and you got jealous!  Where'd you put her body, princess?  Bury her in the
grounds?  I know, you cut her up into itty-bitty pieces and fed her to the
dogs at the city pound, no?  How about we just start you..." Smiler pressed
his face to Kacey's.  "TELLING THE FUCKING TRUTH!!!" he yelled at her. 
"Because until you do," he continued.  "I am going to beat the Commissioner
to a greasy spot, and then I'll drag some other nice, innocent, upstanding
citizen down her and do the same thing to them.....

   Kacey just shook her head, muttering to herself as she stared up at the
blood spattered face.

   Smiler sighed and stood up.  "I think might a couple of ribs not bust
yet." he grinned and walked over to Jane.  Kacey could swear she saw Gregg
trying to move away.  Smiler picked up the bar and tapped the end on Jane's
back making her gasp in pain slightly.  Kacey saw the blood bubble from
where her mouth and nose would be.  "No more Mister Nice Guy,
Commissioner!" Smiler said with relish and lifted the iron bar above his
head....



   St Ignatious School For Young Women.  Evening.

   The gates swung open and lights blinked on.  The sleek red sports car
braked as it sped through the gates.  The car turned onto the road and the
engine gunned as it sped towards the city....





   TO BE CONTINUED...