The Basement Bombers

"You're an idiot!" My friend, Jason, looked at me as if I'd just set my ass on fire with a blow torch. I'd just told him that I didn't want to stay with the Basement Bombers cabal, but would rather go my own way until I found a group more to my liking. This obviously didn't sit well with him.

"Look," I countered, "I just don't want to be associated with those old farts in Doissetep. They have their own agenda and I doubt if the Bombers have a place in it other than to go on a suicide run or two. They just want us to do their dirty work and divert attention away from them. I'm not gonna take the heat for some shrivelled up asshole who thinks his life's more important than mine!"

"What the Hell are you talking about? If we join up with Doissetep we'll have the resources of the oldest, most powerful chantry in the history of... history at our disposal. How can that possibly be a bad thing?"

I smiled at my friend. "Ah," I said, "now I see the problem. It's you that's the idiot. Everything has a price, Jason, and the inflation rate in Doissetep is about 100,000%. And the price for all their resources and reassuring remarks, for all the research facilities and gear is your life, sacrificed in a pointless raid on some technocracy stronghold!"

Jason dropped his head (not literally) and said, "I thought we were gonna stick together through all this. Didn't we set up the Bombers to go to war with the Metal Gods?" He looked at me then. "Didn't we do all this so we could take down David Sargent and his Velvet Glove construct?"

"Yeah. We did. But we didn't do all this just so we could die furthering Doissetep's larger picture. And anyway, I got burned out on that whole 'Let's fuck up David Sargent' trip a while ago. I've just been hanging on because of you"

"You're a fuckin' liar, Ben! You've been hangin' on because Jenni spreads her legs every time you smile at her!"

"Hey! I heard that!" It was Jennifer, just returning from her brother's house in Plano. She wasn't taking Jason's remark very well at all. She stomped across the room, pointed her finger and touched Jason in the middle of his chest. When he stopped moving backward his head was literally inside the wall in the next room.

I rushed past Jenni, yelling for her to chill. Jason was still conscious when I got to him, but he had seen better days.

"Both of you just calm down!"

"I don't take that shit off anybody," Jenni shot back, " especially a wimpy little wanker like him! Anyway, he's the one that's been 'just hangin' on.' He's got it bad. He's gat it bad for you, Ben."

Jason blanched. "Shut up, you stupid bitch!"

I stood from trying to lift Jason to his feet. I looked down at him with my mouth open. "What is she talking about?"

"She's lying, Ben."

Jenni walked over to the two of us, laughing. "I'm not surprised you didn't know. You didn't know I wanted to fuck you either, 'till I threw you on the bed and sat on your face."

"Don't be vulgar. And while you're at it, don't be Vulgar. That Rote you hit Jason with could have hurt you, too."

Jenni laughed even harder. "You just found out a flamer wants to get in your pants and all you're worried about is a little Paradox? This is perfect. I'll tell you what. You're so damn cute, I'm gonna let you take me from behind one more time, just 'cause I know how much you love that -- unless you'd rather do Jason instead -- then I'm gonna kill all your friends and family while you watch. But don't worry, my little queers, I'll be sure to leave you both alive."

Jason groaned as he rose to his feet. He put his hand on my shoulder for support. "What the Hell are you talking about?"

"Barabbi," I said.

Jason moaned again. "What?"

"She's a Nephandus, Jason. Of course she doesn't care about Paradox. It won't touch her!"

"Not quite, little man. Get your terminology straight next time." Jenni took a large knife out of her purse. She walked across the room in our general direction as she began unbuttoning her shirt. Jason and I just stared as she began carving up her own stomach and breasts with the eight inch long, serrated blade.

Blood was pouring down her body, gushing onto the floor, as Jenni, with her left hand, began fingering herself inside her Levi's.

"Ooo, baby," she purred. "I want you to fuck me in my ass." Then with a wicked smile she held up the knife. "And I want you to use this on my pussy."

I grabbed Jason's arm and pulled him fully erect (no pun intended). We would have backed away if the busted wall hadn't been there. I had to get Jason out of rang of this crazy woman, my lover.

I began to concentrate on the Rote I wanted to throw. Without my Star Fleet ComBadge (it was in my pocket, but my hands were both occupied holding Jason upright) this was going to be tricky. I had never done it with a Focus before, and I wasn't even sure it would work.

Jenni laughed once again. "I see," she said. "So you'd rather cum on him than me. I always thought you were a fag in wimp's clothing."

I smiled as I felt reality begin to warp around us. "You just keep on thinking that, Jenni. I'm getting Jason out of here so he can get some help. But you and me are far from finished!"

The room swirled as the "Light Shower" effect washed over me and Jason. In the next instant we were standing in the middle of the road at the Fort Worth Stock Yards, Paradox washing over both our patterns. I had to find Candice and Stuart and get Jason some "medical" attention before trying to find Jenni again. No matter what, I had to stop her.

To be continued...

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