A Gay Epic centred between reality and the world of make-believe, this twisted tale of love and betrayal sees the small town of Sale fall victim to a new darkness and evil. A strange new inhabitant has this village perplexed as his arrival co-inside...
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...There is a lot one could say about Kinky Divine, but most would agree she is a well-loved but complicated character. There is so much more to her than what meets the eye. There were two very different sides to M.S. Divine, her public side that the townsfolk knew of her, and her private side. A very private side indeed!
It was no secret that amongst the few people that she had spoken to over the last seven days, Kinky directly held Nate Hult responsible for her adopted sons’, Matty Taylor’s disappearance. She made a promise to never stop looking and searching for Matty, clues of his disappearance and fate. Mama Monster, as Kinky liked to call herself, had lost her cub and as far as Nate was now concerned, Kinky was now an unstoppable beast, hunting only the truth.
Before Matty went missing, Kinky already had it in for Nate. Far too many times she had picked her heartbroken son back up off the floor after Nate had pushed him down. She had wanted so much more for her adoptive son, and his multi-million-dollar inheritance. So much more than conman Nate! This kept her from her sleep, and she cursed Matty, gently under her breath. Such a fool when it came to male-on-male relationships, and then she cursed herself, I should have shown him better examples of men and helped him set his ambitions and goals higher. This time Nate Hult, you will pay! Tears slipped through her eyelids, and she did not bother wiping any of them away. Most of all she cursed the federal police and missing persons unit based in Canberra. Apart from her notification to the police of Matty’s disappearance, she had not heard one word from the boys-in-blue, not one. Why did they not care about her son? These questions and her planned revenge could wait, currently she just wanted her boy back!
At the same time as Nate, at 3:15 A.M, Kinky gave up on sleeping and sat up a little breathlessly, reached for her cigarettes, lit one, and inhaled heavily upon it before letting out a muffled, but destressed cough. She let the ash of her smoke fall onto the elaborate, tapestry quilt of her bed. No longer concerned about mess and housework. Why clean the lifeless shell of a home that had once been filled with love and life?
She had lived a hard life of beatings and discrimination from her own family until she traveled to Sale, which she quickly claimed as her home, her town. Also, the thickening of her blood due to the hormones she consumed every day to help feminize her male-born body had left her at risk of a stroke, especially combined with her smoking. Her blood pressure was high enough that she could see her pulse in her own eyes. This also scared the uncrackable M.S. Divine, as there was nobody here with her anymore, that could renderer medical assistance. Kinky was not a healthy woman and the tolls of her past still needed to be paid.
Kinky made her way into her bephenium living room, sitting in her thrown-like armchair, which she recently moved, so she could keep one eye on the front window and the other on the T.V. Kinky butted out her cigarette before lighting another. After more smoke ash landed on her fine wool carpet, she rocked her chair until she was able to fully stand and walk from her favorite piece of furniture to her open fireplace, which had now not burnt for over a week, to inspect herself in the mirror, sitting on the fire’s mantel. Her nightgown struggled to keep her body hidden beneath it and had not been able to be tied in place properly for over a decade, it always slipped open, exposing the physiology she hated so much! She lit the candles positioned on each side of the mirror. More light than this would further expose the flaws only Kinky knew she had.
She began to shed tears as she inspected herself in the mirror. She was horrified at the freak that she had become. She decided there was nothing divine about herself Afterall.
“I’m a fucking monster, a bloody freak!” Kinky roared in her lowly toned voice, though nobody heard her distress. Her heavy tears continued to stream down her face.
Kinky examined the portrait reflecting at her. Sadly, she saw the man she once had been. Her natural hair had long fallen out, leaving her bald on top, with weak strains of hair growing from the back and sides of her scalp. She reached up and ran her immaculately manicured nails, painted neo-purple, across her face. She let them trace where her beard still grew, already she felt stubble growing through her facial skin. Without her theatrical makeup, her face still looks like that of a man. It did not help that she had not taken her hormone supplements in a week, driving her mood down further, right to its depths. Emotion took hold of Kinky, and she slumped to the floor, still bawling her eyes out. She did not get back up until just before dawn.
...Her heart had also been set on her reasinment surgery, and combined holiday to Thailand. How could I leave Sale at a time like this. She had pre-paid for everything, she would never get her money back, not every be able to save that much again. Kinky's heart sunk in chest as she realise she would die in a body that she felt was never hers, she would die as a man...
It took the 59-year-old several minutes to rise off the floor. She did not bother to shower and shave, she needed to get outside, into her car, and keep looking for her boy. She slowly walked into the bathroom and retrieved her make-up kit. Only using the candles that had nearly burnt out, for light, she applied her female face. It was more resemblant of a drag queen's make-up instead of a woman’s look. So was her cheap, platium-blond wig, that had been teased and hair sprayed that many times. Even in a gale it stood solid against the harsh winds. It was in dire need of replacement as a wash and condition could not save the synthetic locks. It was not due to lack of skill in personal presentation; it was because Kinky Divine was a bright and bold sole. After squeezing into a pair of blue, stretch-denim jeans, she buttoned an oversized flannelette shirt over her bra. Sitting again in her thrown kinky, laced up her pair of big black boots. Today she decided to search up on Mt Hope Road. The secluded area of sale, where Matty and Nate lived. She was never going to stop looking, and never stop asking questions until she had all the answers that she needed.
Hopping into her small red Holden Barnea, Kinky began driving in the direction of Mt. Hope, full of hope. Was today the day when all her questions would be answered and Matty would return? She held her breath as she changed back into 3rd gear and powered up the steep incline.
At the same time, Nate crashed out of the thick bushland and raced straight towards his pick-up. He decided instead of going inside to wash up before a long day at work, he would drive to Kyle John’s cabin further up the mountain road. He pressed the accelerator, under the sole of his black boots, causing the tires to squeal, sending the truck careering out of his long driveway, straight out onto Mt. Hope Road, without care or regard for other cars, climbing or descending the only road that led this high up to the outskirts of the village.
If he had been taking notice he would have seen that he had run Kinky’s smaller car straight off the road, sending it skidding into the eroded gully on the side of the road. As Kinky screamed her car came to a halt and her chin began to quiver, but she refused. She was not broken yet. His rage fueled her desire to prove that Nate was up to no good. She ignited the car’s engine again and keeping a safe distance she trailed Nate. While making a promise to both god and the devil. The last face that you are going to see Nate Hult is mine. I will laugh as I drain the life out of you! Kinky was now set on revenge. He had just run her off the road with no regard, of course, he knows what happened to Matty, she decided to herself, and did not need any proof to believe so. She kept Nate's pickup in sight and followed the demon until he pulled up out the front of Kyle John’s log cabin…
