It's an Ultra-Violence World Afterall

Luscious Red Glory

I didn't regret not going with Alex; no, not a first anyway. I was all ready for a oddy knocky nochy in when I got the call... well, calls. I ignored my buzzing phone the first time it rang when I was who was calling: Gemma. The kisa probably just wanted me to meet her pyahnitsa, drunk that is, ass somewhere. The second time she called, I ignored my phone again. The third time, however, I decided I needed to know what was up. The number on my phone may have been Gemma's, but when I answered, I was met with a malchick's voice:

"Do you regret not coming with me now?" it asked.

Alex. It was Alex.

"Alex-" I started.

"I messeled you'd answer your phone the first time it rang. My mistake. Doesn't matter; I have your attention now. You know, your droog here has some real luscious red glory. I wonder, is it natural? Her eyebrows look red, but there's another place I could check..." the line was silent for a moment.

A bolshy creech filled the air. Images of Alex's grimy rookers exploring Gemma's pallid body filled my mind. 

"Alex!" I shouted, "Alex, you leave her alone!"

He let out a gromky guff, "oh, oh, oh, I would...it's just, I promised my malchicks here a show, and I always keep my promises."

Another blood curdling creech erupted from Gemma, accompanied by the guffs of Alex and his droogs. The creech eventually abated to a faint platch, but even the shoom of Gemma boohoohooing shook my core. I waited, listening to my phone's white noise, for Alex to say something. 

"You still there?" he finally asked.

"Where are you?" I both answered his question and asked one of my own.

"Why?"

I fisted my wall, bruising my knuckles. My body was filled to the brim with adrenaline though, so I barely felt any pain. The ponderous beating of my tick-tocker was so gromky, I was worried pee would slooshy it from his bedroom, which was directly across from mine. 

"You know why. I'll come to you."

"I want you to cum for me, not to me," he guffed at his play on words, "no, no, no, on a more serious note, I'm not going to tell you where I am."

My fist, which was already turning an ugly shade of purple, shook, eager to fist something, that wasn't the wall, "then why call me?"

Though I couldn't viddy his listo, I knew the veck was smiling, "I just wanted you to know what I'm about to do to your droog. Told you I wouldn't ask again nicely."

I expected him to hang up, but he didn't. The sound of his heavy breathing filled me to the brim with rage. It was if my tick-tocker was pulsing pure anger through my veins instead of krovvy. 

"Gemma?" I asked.

There was a sound of shuffling nogas and then a faint, "she'd like to talk to you," before Gemma spoke.

"Kali?"

Her voice was hoarse.

"Gemma, hey," what a stupid thing to say, "it's going to be okay." Again, what a stupid thing to say.

"Kali, they took me to some abandoned theater-" 

The line goes dead. Now, I knew exactly where they had taken Gemma. In fact, the starry theater she mentioned was only a few blocks from my domy. Now, psych lewdies always tell us that we humans have dva built in safeties a) fight, or b) flight, however at that moment I did neither. Your Humble Narrator simply froze, phone still in my shaking rooker. My rassoodock was creeching at my nogas to start running, but my nogas weren't listening. 

I could taste the bile in my throat before it even projected itself from my plott, body that is. Too weak to move, I slump to the floor and brace myself for the next wave. It comes, harder than the last. Wiping my mouth with the back of my rooker, I try to stand, but again find that my nogas don't seem to want to cooperate. My diaphragm spastic, rising and falling too quickly, desperately trying to suck in odin deep breath of air. I throw up again before I can suck in that deep breath. Mentally, I curse my useless self. Gemma needed me and I was busy getting sick all over my carpet. 

Understand, Oh my brothers, Your Humble Narrator was never much for religion, but pray to Bog I did as I pulled myself up by shaking rookers. I prayed that Alex meant only to capture Gemma to capture my attention. Surely, the veck wouldn't lay a finger on her now that I was on my way to viddy him. Would he? Oh, Bog, I had to ookadeet, and I had to ookadeet now. 

As I said earlier in this tale, my family did not own a car, so I was going to have to pull myself together and run as fast as my nogas could run. The theater wasn't a far, but nadsats can do a lot of vred in a short amount of raz. The thought of Gemma spending odin more minoota in the grahzny rooks of Alex and his droogs was all the motivation I needed to push myself onward. 

It would all be over in a matter of minootas. Just a matter of minootas...