18/F By Bette, ATL #10 There was nothing to do during the summer in Roswell. Alex had decided to tour New Mexico with his band. They were playing at frat parties and weddings, but Alex thought of it as a major breakthrough for the guys. Maria followed along in the Jetta. There was no way she was going to allow them to replace her. Liz traveled with Maria booking shows for the guys. Kyle had thought about hanging out with his dad and trying out some good old male bonding. Then he remembered how well it had went the last time they went fishing and nixed that idea. All that was left were those sorry ass aliens. Kyle didn't know what the other Podsters did, but if they were anything like Tess, they were boring as hell. All she did was sit around on her fat ass all day talking to strangers online. She'd walk around with bright pink rollers in her hair that were so tight you could see her scalp. She would constantly borrow his clothing, thus leaving all of his shirts unwearable. She'd offer to buy him a new wardrobe, but Kyle definitely didn't want THAT picking his clothes. After all, he was a good-looking, respectable guy who took pride in his appearance. The dumb slut had even had the nerve to drill a hole in the wall of the bathroom, right on the side of the shower. Jim fixed it every time, but it always managed to reappear. One morning, boredom drew Kyle to an internet cafe. He wasn't a big coffee fan, but he didn't mind checking out the "intellectual chicks". He paid the hourly fee, then sat down at a computer in the corner. After surfing Playboy's site for a minute, he decided to have some fun with Tess. He knew her screen name and knew she'd be online. Buddha Boy: What's up? 18/m Hot 4 Maxy: Hey, you hot stud. 18/f here for your pleasure :)~ Kyle tried to hold it in, but after reading the message again, he couldn't contain himself. He realized everyone was staring at him. "Uh...some of these online folks, you know? Some real freaks out there...." They all seemed to understand, and he went back to talking to "Hot 4 Maxy". Hot 4 Maxy: Are you there, big boy? Kyle thought for a second, then responded. Buddha Boy: Sorry, I was just imagining what you look like, sexy. Hot 4 Maxy: Oh, you don't have to imagine. I'm a gorgeous blonde, with the most amazing body on this planet. Tess thought for a second. That's all she could handle. Hot 4 Maxy: In the universe, I mean. I'm wearing a leopard print teddy with black boots. Of course, I could take it all off it you want. Kyle gagged on his latte. He couldn't decide whether to laugh or puke. He knew very well what Tess had on, because he'd just left her the way she always was: in one of his shirts, with those damn rollers. Except today, she had on a lovely green mask. That was bad enough, and the thought of her with nothing on made his stomach turn. He was about to respond when he heard the IM beep. Hot 4 Maxy: I can tell you're my kind of guy. "Meaning 'anything with penis'", Kyle thought. Hot 4 Maxy: I want you to see something special. With that message, Tess provided a link to a website. It was labeled "Me". "Real original," Kyle muttered. Curiosity got the better of him, and he clicked on it. Oh, boy, did he regret it. He was greeted with all kinds of kinky pictures of Tess. She looked like a drag queen in most of them. This time, Kyle couldn't hold it in. He ran to the bathroom and emptied his breakfast. It took a few minutes to gather himself. When he finally got back to the computer, he *carefully* maximized the page, then scrolled to the bottom. No frickin way....Tess was running a porn site. $19.95 a month for full membership, which meant that if you were a sick bastard into self-torture, you got to ogle Tess all day and night for twenty bucks. Oh, and you get to chat with her. Joy. He realized that Tess had been sending him messages non-stop, and suddenly had an idea. Buddha Boy: Baby, that is a great site. $20 is not enough, though. I'd pay one hundred times that just to see your beautiful face in person. Tess could not believe her eyes. That was an offer she couldn't refuse. She hadn't seen a picture of him, but she'd screw anyone for that kind of money. She was used to much less anyway. Buddha Boy: What do you say, you sexy gorgeous creature? Meet me in the alley behind that old Chinese restaurant on Birch? Hot 4 Maxy: I'll be there, you hot, hot man. I hope you'll be able to handle me. Kyle had another fit of laughter. Again, everyone was staring. "Damn freaks. No, I do NOT want to see your porn site." With that, he left. Kyle got to the alley within an hour. He figured he'd give her some time to get ready. He should've known that an hour was not long enough, and he ended up waiting for another two. Finally, she arrived. He hid behind a garbage can and peeked out. Her hair was bigger than usual, and apparently she had used her powers to give herself porn star lips. They were bright red and screamed "Fuck me". Or "Keep away". He couldn't stand to look at what she had on. She was falling out of her red leather tube top, and when she turned around, he could see her ass hanging out of her leather skirt. At least, he supposed she'd intended it to be a skirt. She may as well have wrapped a belt around her hips. He had nothing left to throw up, but that didn't stop him from dry heaving. She heard him, and turned around. "Kyle! You naughty boy. I always knew you wanted me. The way you look at me. I know you undress me with you eyes...and I see you spying on me when I take a shower." With that, she lunged at him, but Kyle blocked her with a piece of wood he'd just picked up. He looked down to see her forehead bleeding, and decided that he loved that sight. Not to mention the feeling of hitting her, and the sound it made. Before she could attack him again, he beat her until she was barely alive. He sat next to her for awhile, telling her all of the things he hated about her. Her whiny voice, the way she constantly lied, her appearance, her obsession for ruining everyone's lives. She didn't say much...she couldn't, really. When he was done, he delivered the final blow and enjoyed the sight of her taking her last breath. Kyle didn't worry about the body. He figured no one in Roswell would care about some dead hooker. He did, however, grab her purse. He intended on just grabbing her cash, but noticed she had a camera. After thinking of his human friends, he snapped a few pictures. "Pictures of Tess's corpse...the gift that keeps on giving." He thought to himself that it'd make a great Christmas card. The End