Post by ramona on Sept 12, 2022 2:22:44 GMT
Ramona Kelevra
"Mahwararawww" A weak voice groaned at her feet. Ramona watched a bird land in a tree. She cocked her head to the side and watched it preen itself a moment before taking another satisfying puff of her cigerette. She had almost forgotten about what lay at her feet. Until he started tugging at her pants leg. Ramona groaned herself. Flipping the guy over with the toe of her boot she put the cigarette out on his forehead. This only got more weak protests. He was cuffed by one hand to a wall. The arm in the cuff was broken in three places. So was his shins, his ankle and his nose. A mouth full of blood spilled over onto the sidewalk. "Pweeeese I on't oh. i ant ell you what i on't know"
"Yeah..." She said, without much sympathy. "You said that before." Ramona's hair cascaded over her shoulders in an elegant way. It was funny she could almost be considered attractive if she didn't have a eternal resting bitch face. Still, a little smile spread across her features as she walked back to her van. The keys were dangling in the ignition and she cranked it. "Don't eeave me!" The man tried to shout, he started to choke on his own blood instead. "Leave you?" She laughed. "I'm not going to leave you." She said simply. The engine roared to life and she turn on the radio. Cranked it in fact, full blast.
The cd in the slot was Sabbath. Or Judus priest. The cd change had all of the hits in it. As the electric guitars warmed up, heads slowly turned. Heads down the street. Heads a block away. Slow shambling feet began to shuffle. As if they were the biggest motherfucking Black Sabboth fans on earth. They were making their way to the music. Ramona walked back over to the man.
He was little more than a puddle of blood and piss and his own foul smelling shit. You would be surprised how many men shit themselves when they think they're about to die. If he didn't tell her what she wanted to know, he would soon be a puddle of shit dribbling down the pants leg of a undead fuck. Just last night's lunch, eaten and forgotten about as it moves on to the next tasty treat.
"Ucking Bitch! Man!" This actually did make her smile. "That I am, but you're going to tell me who took my shit, or you're going to have a less pleasant conversation with my new friends." She pointed at the dead milling down the sidewalk now in their general direction. His eyes, blurry with tears and red from crying; widened. "He'll ill me." He blurted. "I'll fucking kill you!" She shot back kicking him three times in the ribs. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself, because she was but she was getting bored now. She had bigger fish to fry and this asshole was starting to take the fun out of it. It was only fun when they cried at first.
"Ayton Royce." He murmored. "What's that? Can't hear you over the music friend. She said still smiling. Ramona pulled her pistol and swung her arm over her head and squeezed off three rounds just to make a little more noise. She was obnoxious about it yes, but why mess with what works. "Awfuly loud here." "Clay- ton Royce. He slowly enunciated. "At Lover's Lane Motel. He ook your it." He took your shit. "Why thank you!" She said in a cheery almost cheerleader voice. It was so full of pep and perk it almost actually made her stomach flop to be that preppy, but she smiled and walked over and uncuffed the man. "You're free to go." She said simply.
Walking back to her van she could hear the man shouting after her. "Ake me with you!" Take me with you. He pleaded. She just motioned to her ears and shrugged. Pretending she still couldn't hear him over the music. She slid in behind the driver's seat and got rolling. She didn't know who Clayton Royce was. He didn't have a reputation that grew long like a shadow at mid day, but she wasn't afraid. She should have been. She was walking into a hornet's nest. She just didn't know it. She left the man who's name was actually Steve lying on the sidewalk crying and screaming. As the dead torn him apart. She turned down the music so they wouldn't follow her, but also so she could enjoy the sounds of her labor. "Fucking bastard." She said dryly as she readjusted the mirror.
keep to the stars, the dawn will come