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| Chapter Two | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Luke!" gasped Trixie in surprise. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "How touching, the bitch actually remembers me," sneered Luke, making Greasy laugh. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "How could I ever forget your ugly mug?" spat out Trixie. Luke's fist came at her so fast that she didn't have time to react. Her head snapped against the back of the couch and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| No way am I going to give him that satisfaction, thought Trixie determinedly to herself. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "That's Luke?" asked Diana in disbelief before quickly clapping her hand over her mouth. Her thoughtless statement stemmed from her surprise. She had pictured Luke to look like the scrawny, underfed sixteen year old that Trixie had described him to be two years ago. Not only was this man handsome in a way that only truly evil people can be, but in the two years since Trixie had last met him, he had also put on a lot of muscle and had grown about four inches, making him almost taller than Jim. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Luke turned over to where Diana was sitting with Greasy's gun still pointed to her head. "That's me, babe," said Luke in an oily voice. "And what's your name, sweet thing?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Diana Elizabeth Lynch had more nerve then most people gave her credit for, even her closest and dearest friends, the Bob-Whites. Gathering up every ounce of courage in her five-six frame, she haughtily raised her head and spit directly in Luke's disgustingly handsome face. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| With a roar of rage, Luke turned the same hand he had used on Trixie to Diana. Doing just as Trixie had, Diana bit her lip strongly, not willing to let Luke see the pain that his slap had inflicted upon her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "If that's the way that you girls want to play, then fine! No more Mr Nice Guy!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Honey pressed her lips together very tightly to keep from laughing outright at Luke's cheesy statement. A quick glance over at Trixie, and Honey saw the same mirth reflected in Trixie's eyes, despite the gravity of their situation. She quickly turned her head away, lest she burst out laughing. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Lefty!" hollered Luke up the staircase. "Get your ass down here, we have something we need to take care of!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Lefty grunted something unintelligible down the stairs that apparently appeased Luke, since he headed back towards the couch where the girls were sitting. Before he was within hearing distance however, Trixie quickly leaned over and whispered to Honey, "It figures that he would know how to speak caveman." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Honey quickly repressed her lips to contain her giggles. Her merriment quickly faded however, when Luke sat down on the couch beside Trixie and started raking his gaze over her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well, well, well, miss snoop!" said Luke. "You sure have grown up since the last time I saw you." He started undoing the buttons on the shirt that Trixie had thrown over her bikini top. The simultaneous sounds of Lefty's boots thumping down the stairs with the unmistakable sound of truck tires on gravel quickly distracted him however. Trixie breathed a barely audible sigh of relief, which quickly turned into a noise of panic when she realized that the truck could only mean one thing. Looking over at Honey and Diana, Trixie saw the same panic reflected in their eyes as well. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whatever Luke saw at the window pleased him, because he let out another one of his evil chuckles before motioning for Lefty to join him at the just past the foyer, around the door to the receiving room, so that no one entering the door could see them. They were not disappointed. A few minutes later, Dan and Regan entered Manor House on their way to the kitchen, their curiosity at the strange cars parked in the driveway prompting them to use the front door instead of the back one that led directly into the kitchen. As they passed the door to the study, Luke and Lefty sprang out behind them. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What the....?" exclaimed Regan as Lefty placed his gun against Regan's right temple. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You bastard!" shouted Dan when he saw who their attackers were. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Didja miss me, Danny boy?" asked Luke as he slung an arm around Dan's shoulders buddy-style. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Get the frick away from me!" exclaimed Dan, shrugging Luke's arm off of his shoulders. "What the hell are you doing here?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Temper, temper," clucked Luke. "You know, Danny boy, you just might want to watch that mouth of yours around me. I have something in the living room that you might find very precious, and it won't be nice if you piss me off." With that comment, Luke grabbed Dan's upper arm and guided him back into the family room, Lefty following behind with Regan. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Regan and Dan both let out exclamations when they saw the girls sitting on the couch. The bruises on Trixie and Diana's faces, added to Trixie's half-unbuttoned shirt was all it took to make Dan want to turn on Luke barehanded and punch the snot out of him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What did you do them?" asked Dan, turning his wrath onto Luke. "What the hell have you done to them? I swear to God if you've touched them I'll kill you!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deciding that Regan wasn't a threat, Lefty removed his gun from Regan's head. Regan promptly walked over to Dan and took a hold of his arm. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Dan, we're not going to get us or the girls out of this if we don't use our heads! Calm down!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Dan forced himself to calm down some. The bruises on Trixie's and Diana's faces alone were enough to make him go crazy with the thought that Luke, or one of his cronies, had hurt them. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Red's right, Danny," said Luke calmly, as if Dan yelling at him was an every day event. "Go have a seat, we have business to discuss." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Dan and Regan made their way to the couch. Dan sat next to Trixie and put his arm around her, whispering something in her ear. With the answering shake of her head, he calmed down some, but not much. Regan sat next to Diana and shot Greasy looks that would have melted steel. Trixie and Honey's hands were nervously shaking and moving the entire time that Luke and Lefty were gone. Yet, when they came back, the two girls seemed much more calm. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Danny, I have a deal for you," started Luke, sounding like a bad telemarketer. "I will exchange your three pretty friends, after I seek my revenge of course, if you join up with Harry, Lefty and me." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Kiss my ass," hissed Dan. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Fair enough," said Luke, before he swooped down to grab Trixie's arm and haul her up beside him. Dan started to grab her arm, but Greasy had transferred his gun from Diana to Dan. "Greasy, you've been working hard today, choose a treat and let's show them a little fun. Lefty, guard Mr. Mangan and his friends while we're gone, will you? Don't worry," he said when Lefty started to protest, "You can have your fun too while we finish loading up the van." Greasy, who had been eyeing Honey since the girls were discovered, transferred his gun to his back by tucking it in the waistband of his jeans before hauling Honey up in a similar manner has Luke had done Trixie. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What about Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler?" asked Trixie, trying to delay time, "You know, they only left for a little while this morning. They should be back really soon." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yeah friggin' right," laughed Luke. "Who the hell do you think sent them away on an 'emergency business trip'?" He used a singsongy voice on the last words. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Oh." Was the only word that Trixie could manage. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Enough delay," said Luke, growing impatient. "C'mon, honey, I'll show you what a real good time is." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Luke and Greasy hauled Trixie and Honey out of the room and up the stairs, the girls kicking and protesting the entire time. Dan, Diana, and Regan sat on the couch, white faced and tense at the knowledge of what had to be going on upstairs. Suddenly, they heard a yell, followed by another, before the loud, unmistakable report of a gun firing resounded through the stately house. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Author's Notes | Go on to Chapter Three | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Return to Misc. Stories Index | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||