Wednesday, September 28, 2011

An Excerpt From "Blackness In The White Sand"

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Ayesha was still pretty much in that same fetal position when Thad decided to make another appearance. Ayesha saw him out of the corner of her eye and her heart just about melted, because Thad was dressed like a heartthrob. All black western regalia, with just a hint of silver on the collar tips and boot tips. He also wore a small diamond stud earring and matching cuff links.

Lighting up a very thin cigar, Thad knelt down next to Ayesha and said with just a hint of smugness, "Damn woman! Look at you. All lip and no action. I was told that you would be a formidable adversary, that you wouldn't take what I was dishing out to you lying down, and that every bad encounter that you ever had, you've come out on top. Boy, was my information wrong."

Grabbing her face, Thad blew a long stream of smoke in it, before continuing with his monologue. "You want to know something? I actually thought you were hot."

Well, that got her attention. She stopped sucking her thumb, wiped the drool from her face and focused her gaze on his.

Thad smiled, because now it was only a matter of time before the chase was back on. "No, really. When I was first told about you, they said that you were the hottest, baddest motherfucker that ever represented the female species. So I said to myself, 'I'm gonna track this bitch down and see for myself if what they say is true.

"You know, it took me quite a while to find you. Normally, when I go searching for someone, finding them is a snap. You wouldn't believe the info I can get on people, simply by acting polite. Man, the human race is so fuckin' gullible, it really is pathetic. People have no shame in giving up others if they think that those others are in trouble. But you, you're something special. Nobody gave you up for anything."

For the first time in a couple of hours, Ayesha spoke. "Loyalty means everything to me."
"Really. The people in my life who I consider to be my friends are few and far between. So the ones who earn my friendship, work extra damn hard to maintain it."
Ayesha sat up and poked Thad's chest very hard. "Furthermore, they maintain it because they know what kind of bad motherfucker I truly am."

Thad was pleasantly surprised at the amount of nastiness contained in that finger poke, but he made sure that Ayesha didn't know that she got one over on him. Standing up, he brushed off some phantom dust from his sleeve and straightened his tie. Clearing his throat, he said in the same smug tone, "I would love to continue this conversation, but events are unfolding outside that you really need to nip in the bud."

"What events?" she asked warily.
Thad pulled out a video camera and said, "I got spies everywhere. Take a look at what Antoine is doing with your beautiful body."
Ayesha took one look at the screen and freaked.
"I'm gonna beat that fucker until he's black and blue. But first, I'm gonna give you a couple of bitches to amuse yourself with. Consider this a small representation of what I'm gonna do to you when I catch you."
"I'm looking forward to it," said Thad, just before he blinked out of sight.

"Motherfucker!" she said to herself as she went searching for Antoine. It didn't take her long to find him, as he was sitting in her left eye, smoking one of his smelly cigars and laughing himself silly. Ayesha quietly snuck up, tapped his shoulder and bashed his nose three inches into his face the second he turned around. Before he could respond, she kicked out his knee and delivered a sick kick to his head.

Antoine crumpled to the ground in a bloody heap. Ayesha picked him up, saw his eyes roll and smiled. Dropping him back into the chair, she tapped his face a couple of times and said, "I'm not through with you yet. I will be back."
Turning her attention to the problem at hand, she took a deep breath, cracked her knuckles and stepped back into her mind to take control of her body again.

"Oh baby, that feels so good! Your mouth is so super moist that it feels like I'm fucking warm honey. Yeah, that's it, swallow it all the way--Fuck?! What did you do?! Oh my god, my dick! It's--"
Ayesha spat out the guy's dick and said, "Right here in my hands, you sick motherfucker!"
"You crazy bitch! I'm gonna--"
Ayesha cut him off and said, "I don't think so," before ramming her entire arm down his throat. Digging around for a few seconds, she soon found what she wanted, and quickly remove her arm the same way. Blood gushed out in massive quantities and in a matter of moments, the entire van was covered in a dark rancid cherry red.

The next guy suffered a similar fate She reached around and got the one who was fucking her doggy style in a vicious choke hold. Using his arm as an anchor, she dug her fingers in until she hit bone. With her free hand, she jammed her finger into his right eye. She tuned out his screams as she methodically pushed his eyeball deep into his head. Quickly withdrawing, she wiped her finger clean on the guy's face, before doing the exact same thing with his left. When she got to the very end, she decided to go a little further, and suddenly the screaming stopped. When she pulled out her finger, she was surprised to find small bits of gray matter stuck to it.

Smiling, she then turned her attention to the last of the gruesome threesome. She had just started pushing the man's eyes in with her thumbs when she felt a familiar tap on her shoulder.
"Not now. Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Yes now. Thad doesn't want this one. The two that you gave him will suffice."
"But I want him for me!"
"I know you do sweets. But you have bigger fish to fry. As a favor to me, leave him as is. Trust me, he will get his before the week is out."

Ayesha withdrew her thumbs and sat up. Wiping her hands on the guy's face, she said, "He'll talk."
"So what. You gave him such horrific memories that even if he does talk, no one will believe him. Besides, he's a married man."
"Really. Please, can we go? You need to get presentable. You're naked as the day you were born and you smell like a decomposing cadaver. More importantly, the police will be her soon, and do you really want to explain all of this to the?"

Ayesha turned around and was surprised to find herself face to face with Antoine. Not the imp version, but a full grown (and in her eyes, hot looking) version.
"I though I laid you out cold," said Ayesha as she looked around for her clothes.
"You did. While I was out, it was decided by others that I should be around to stop you from going too far."

Ayesha found her shirt and shorts, but no sneakers. She put them on and as she searched the van for her shoes, she asked, "How come you're not an imp?"
Antoine kicked her sneakers over and said, "They don't want another repeat of what just happened a few minutes ago. They also don't like Thad either. Office politics you night say."

Ayesha put her sneakers on and said, "Why doesn't that surprise me. Look, tell me about all of this shit later. Do I have everything? 'Cause like you said, we really need to get out of her."
Antoine looked around and said, "Yeah. You left your backpack..."
She quickly cut him off with a dirty look, so he corrected himself. "I left your backpack outside the van. I'll grab it on the way to the car."

They both left the van and hopped back in the car, with Ayesha behind the wheel and Antoine stretched out in the passenger seat. Starting the engine, she did a quick U-turn and burned rubber towards home. Once it was determined that they weren't being followed, Ayesha turned on the radio. Fiddling with the tuner, she soon found a station to listen to, and then spent the rest of the trip trying to forget what she did on both sides of the equation.

As for Antoine, he leaned back, took out one of his special cigs and lit it. Taking a deep drag, he held the acrid hashish taste until he felt it starting to do its magic, then slowly exhaled. Taking out his cell phone, he spent the rest of the trip sending out texts so as to get everything that needed to be at the ready, was in fact, at the ready.
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