Darkness enveloped the city. Thick storm clouds hovered overhead,
completely covering the moon and whatever light might be emitted.
But the dark shadows in the back alley of one of the city's most
exclusive neighborhoods brought a blackness that was almost complete and
total. Only the most sharp-eyed owl could have seen the two leather-clad evil
vixens who moved stealthly through the night.
Their parents had named them Wendy and Teresa. Their Christian names,
but
that life had been abandoned forever.
The older one was now Catwoman, the queen of crime, in honor of the
inspiration that had brought her a new life of excitement and riches.
She looked like Catwoman. The black leather ensemble that had become
her
was now accentuated by the black mask that covered her face and would bring
terror to all those who crossed her path.
The younger one was Angelique, the Angel of Death. It was from Dark
Shadows and she was as evil as the witch who had haunted Collinsport.She too
had a black mask to accentuate her black leather and latex Nazi stormtrooper
outfit.
""This is it,'' Catwoman said.
She lit a Salem 100 and then pointed to the expensive Tudor-style house
inside the fence and beyond the back lawn.
Angelique lit a cigarette as well, the bright flame glowing in the
pitch
darkness. She reached inside the jacket and brought out the 44-caliber magnum.
""I'm ready,'' Angelique said. She cocked the pistol.
""Loaded and ready
to go.''
Catwoman took a luxurious drag off the Salem.
""I must say,'' Catwoman said. ""You have become
quite proficient with
that thing.''
Angelique smiled.
""I had a good teacher,'' she said.
""Could you use it if you had too,'' Catwoman asked.
Angelique took a drag off the cigarette.
""Somebody better hope I don't need to.'' Angelique said.
""But I can't
wait until I press it into the face of one of these fucking debutants.''
Catwoman smiled as she checked her own weapon. Fully loaded, she
thought.
She heard the music and the laughter drift down from the house.
""They must be having a good time up there,'' she said.
Angelique smiled again.
""It's time to crash their little party''
They slid through an unlocked gate. Crime was unknown in this exclusive
part of town..until tonight. Lightning flashed in the distance.
Tis an evil night, Catwoman thought as the two sinister figures moved
quickly across the well-manicured lawn.
Inside, ten young ladies, from the finest families in the city, the
same
age as the two criminals outside, gathered eagerly for what they thought
would be the greatest night of their tender innocent lives.
They were the guests of Mr. and Mrs. John Wolcott, a wealthy
banker.
They were dressed in their most elegant attire. In an hour, their dates would
arrive by limousine and take them to their coming out ball at one of the
city's finest hotels.
What a grand night it would be. Oh to be young, pretty and fabulously
wealthy.
*******
Catwoman and Angelique reached the back door.
Catwoman paused. She saw Angelique smile beneath the black leather
mask.
""You know,'' Angelique moaned softly. ""We're
about to ruin these lasses
lives forever.'''
Catwoman smiled. In one hand she held her pistol. The other reached for
the doorknob.
""That's the whole idea,'' she said. She twisted the
doorknob.
They went inside. There was a small alcove and then the kitchen. A man
and a woman, the hired help, were preparing hor' deuvers. Catwoman and
Angelique were on them in an instant.
""Move and you're fucking dead,'' Catwoman said quietly. She
pressed the
gun against the man's temple. Angelique did the same with the woman.
""Get the fuck on the floor,'' Angelique said.
Their eyes bulging in terror, the couple complied immediately.
""Back to back,'' Catwoman said.
They complied. Catwoman snapped the handcuffs on quickly so the two
were
joined together. Angelique gagged their mouths, so tight that a trickle of
blood oozed from the woman's mouth.
""Don't fucking move or your dead,'' Angelique said.
She looked at Catwoman, who nodded. Quietly they left the kitchen, into
the vacant dining room. The party was in the living room. They never or heard
them coming.
"""EVERYBODY FREEZE,'' Catwoman screammed.
""THIS IS A FUCKING
ROBBERY!!!!!''
There were 12 and they all turned in horror. The sight terrified them,
two black-leather-clad menacing wraiths stood there with cold steel pistols
pointed right at them. Several shrieked in horror.
""SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!,'' Catwoman screammed. ""OR
YOU'LL DIE RIGHT NOW!!!'
""EVERYBODY EAT THE FLOOR!!!!'' Angelique screammed.
""NOW!!! EAT THE
FLOOR.''
Several complied. A few were too horror-stricken to comply. That
changed
quickly.
Mrs. Wolcott, 55, silver-haired, elegant but fragile, stood paralyzed.
Catwoman grabbed her blue velvet dress in the front and gave her a vicious
shove. She tumbled hard to the floor and let out a painful gasp.
""GET THE FUCK DOWN BITCH!'' Catwoman ordered with emphasis.
Mr. Wolcott, standing behind her, was outraged.
""How dare you....'' he said, only to find himself staring
into the
barrel of a cocked pistol.
""Get down motherfucker,'' Catwoman ordered.
Angelique strode across the room. The last three girls standing cowered
in terror and fell to the floor, their sobbing faces buried in the carpet.
Angelique walked to the front door, peeked out the window, then latched the
chain.
""Coast is clear,'' she told Catwoman.
""All right,'' Catwoman announced. ""Jewelry,
purses, everything. Hold
back and you'll feel pain.'''
Angelique grabbed the first girl near her. Tears streaked her face.
""Let's have it,'' Angelique demanded.
The girl handed over the purse.
""The ring, the necklace, the bracelet, everything,''
Angelique snapped.
The girl started to comply while Angelique rifled the purse.The wallet
was filled with cash. She stuffed it into a bag, then grabbed the jewelry
from the girl's shaking hand.
She moved to the next victim. Catwoman too was busy. Her first victim
was
wearing a dazzling diamond necklace. It must be a fortune, thought Catwoman
as she fondled it deliciously.
""Pl, pl, plr.ease,'' the girl stammered. ""That
was my
grandmothers.....please, please don't take it.''
She burst into tears.
""It was your grandmothers my pretty,'' Catwoman said.
""Now it's mine.
Tell her Catwoman stole it.''
With that, Catwoman plucked the necklace from the girls neck and shoved
it into her bag of growing loot.
Angelique too found a young lady with expensive refinery. She shoved
the
44 magnum in her face. She recognized her as Buffy Wolcott, the daughter of
their generous hosts.
""Ok sweetie,'' Angelique said, stroking Buffy's cheeks with
the gun. ""I
want it all.''
Buffy took off an expensive ring, an emerald studded necklace and a
gold
bracelet.
""And the purse bitch,'' Angelique said.
Buffy handed it over. Angelique found the wallet. It too was loaded
with
cash. She snatched the money into her black leather gloves and then noticed
something else in the purse. A small vial. She opened it.
""Oh my,'' Angelique laughed. ""What have we here.
Is it what I think it
is? I believe so.'''
She held up the vial.
""Mr. and Mrs.Wolcott,'' she said. ""Did you know
that your lovely
daughter loves to snort cocaine up her pretty little nose.'''
Angelique laughed.
""This is bad for you sweetie. I better confiscate it.''
This was too much for Mr. Wolcott. Ten minutes earlier he had been the
proud patriarch, hosting the finest young girls in the city. Now he, his
wife, and his daughter had been humiliated.
He started to get up.
""Get down fucker,''' Catwoman snapped.
Mr. Wolcott froze in his crouch. He didn't move fast enough. Catwoman
took aim. Then she pressed the trigger.
The bullet tore a hole in his hip. Blooded spurted out. At least two
girls fainted. Others tried to muffle their screams.
""Shut the fuck up,'' Angelique said, recovering from her
surprise at
seeing Catwoman actually fire the gun.
Mr Wolcoltt writhed on the floor in unspeakable agony. Catwoman
dismissed
him and continued to go from one girl to another.
""I love to steal from the rich,'' Catwoman said.
""And give to myself.''
There was no remorse for the wounded.
It was over in ten minute. Their bags were teeming with stolen loot:
jewelry, cash, the works. Catwoman nodded at Angelique. They backed into the
dining room, their guns still menacing and threatening.
From inside her jacket, Catwoman pulled out two canisters of tear gas.
She handed one to Angelique.
""This will keep them busy,'' Catwoman said.
They pulled open the canisters, rolled them into the living room and
made
a dash for the kitchen.
The two cooks had not moved. Catwoman aimed her hard leather boot and
gave the man a vicious kick in the head. Angelique stomped hard on the
woman's cranium. The two figures slumped unconscious. The two criminals
laughed, stepped over them, raced out the door, across the lawn and through
the alley. A gleaming black Corvette awaited them, Catwoman's latest pride
and joy.
They would be far away when their victims would be sufficiently
recovered
to call the police....or an ambulance.
******
The criminals hideout was a secure apartment in a seedy part of town.
Outside, prostitutes, pimps and drug dealers plied their trade, unaware of
the malvolent crooks holed up inside.
Angelique lit a cigarette and let it dangle as she surveyed the stolen
loot. Catwoman came up behind her, wrapped her arms around her and gave her a
firm squeeze.
""How did we do,'' Catwoman asked as she took the cigarette
from
Angelique's lips and placed it between hers.
""I count 42 pieces of jewelry, all quite expensive, several
thousand
dollars and this,''' said Angelique as she held up the vial of cocaine.
Catwoman dragged deliciously on the Salem and took the vial. She opened
it and carefully tapped out a small mound on her black leather glove.
""Be my guest,'' she told Angelique.
Angeliqiue pressed a leather-clad finger on the side of her nose,
leaned
over and snorted the cocaine.
""Omigod,'' she said. ""What a fucking rush.''
Catwoman took another drag on the cigarette and handed the vial to
Angelique. Her evil partner dumped the rest of the coke on her black leather
glove and proffered it to Catwoman. She too snorted it up her nose.
""Fuck yes that's great,''' Catwoman said.
Angelique took the cigarette and dragged seductively on it.
""My love,'' she said. ""You shot that man.''
""What of it?'' asked Catwoman.
""You could have killed him.''
""So?''
""Catwoman, that would have been murder. Cold blooded
murder.''
Catwoman took back the Salem.
""Angelique,'' she said. ""We are cold-blooded
criminals right?''
""Right.''
""So understand me. We must be ruthless. Only by being
ruthless can we
get away with this.''
""Yes..but...'''
""Robbery is a crime. So is murder. And if I have to murder
somebody to
get away with the robbery, I will do it...without pity, without remorse,
without a second thought. Being a murderer will bother me no more than
stealing that little bitch's necklace.''
Angelique took the cigarette back. Cold-blooded was the word.
""I believe you.''
""Let me ask you this,'' Catwoman said. ""Are you
willing to kill to get
away with a robbery.''
Angelique took a drag off the cigarette and let the smoke linger inside
her. The cocaine was working its magic.
""Absolutely.''