Wow. It's been a while since i've written anything for you all.
Ok, without giving too much away about this story; it's got some mafia stuff in, some conspiracy stuff, and a boy on the run. Enjoy!
"Where's my money Eric?"
"I.... I.... I don't have it...."
"Don't play games with me boy! Where is my god damn money!?"
"Look I.... I can pay you back, i'm good for it, I just.... I don't have a job right now and...."
"It's been 3 months Eric, you're lucky you got a second chance out of me, but there's no way in hell you're getting a third!"
Ok. Let me set the scene for you here a little:
Eric is 18 and has recently left college (to all you Americans out there, you start college at 16 and finish at 18 here in sunny Britain).
He is part of the growing unemployed list, so has no income whatsoever, and has found himself avoiding paying his rent.
Oh and that dude asking for his money, yeah that's Fat Steve, he's sort of got the whole Mafia thing going on, got his own crew and everything, not a nice bunch to be honest with you.
So yeah, Eric owes these guys like a lot of money. He accidently fell onto Fat Steve's Stretched Limo whilst saving a cat stuck up a tree.
It really sucks to be him, and as he has repeated to himself several times — 'that's what you get for trying to save a widdle puddycat fwom falling'.
Ok, so are we good? Right then, let's get back to the action....
"Just give me a few more days Fat Steve, i'm begging you!"
"Hmmmm.... well, I did forget my favourite baseball bat, and i'm not really up for beating you with anything else soooo i'll tell you what; you have one day Eric. One day to get me my £500."
Yes I know what you're thinking - ' £500? Well that's not very much?' - well guess what, Eric literally has no money whatsoever, no friends to lend him any money and the banks won't lend him anything either, the man eats scrapings from Bargain Buckets outside the back of KFC for heavens sake! Ok , right, yeah, back to the story....
"Thankyou Fat Steve, I.... I won't let you down!"
"You better not Eric. You, me, here, tomorrow at 7", Fat Steve spat on the ground before Steve before backing into his newly refurbished Limo.
"Right then" Eric muttered to himself, "How the hell am I gonna get my hands on £500 inside 24 hours?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Ummmm.... I'd like a job, that pays upfront.... and starts today."
The man stared blankly at Eric; "Is this some kind of joke?"
"No sir" Eric looked at the man's name badge "No Mr. Wright sir!"
"Because The Job Centre is no joke young man."
"I know, I just.... I got into a bit of a trouble with...."
"Let me guess, Fat Steve?"
"Yes! How did you know?"
"He kind of owns the Job Centre."
"Wait a second. Fat Steve, the mafia guy, owns the Job Centre?"
"Yes, yes he does."
Having felt he had unearthed some sort of government conspiracy, Eric quickly got back to business.
"Look, buddy, I need £500 by tomorrow, is there not any way of me getting my hands on that wonga?"
Mr. Wright sniggered.
Eric, confused though he was, joined in with the laughter; "W....w....what's so funny?"
"Oh there's a way" replied Mr. Wright, "but you're not gonna like it." Mr. Wright bursted into fits of maleficent laughter.
Cue the convenient roar of thunder.
"Oh this can't be good" pondered Eric "this can't be good at all."
"Fat Steve! ...... Hi yes it's me Andy! ....... Andy Wright ...... I work at the Job Centre ........ You know, the Job Centre that YOU OWN!"
"ANDY! How are you my good sir?" Replied Fat Steve.
"I'm, i'm good thanks. I have a young man here; Eric, I hear he owes you a 'considerable sum of money'"
"That he does, that he does." Fat Steve was grinning, the very mention of money brought to him a disturbing amount of pleasure.
Eric was sweating, what was in store for him?
"Excuse me a moment", Mr Wright said directly to Eric as he exited the room.
Eric was now nearing having a fit, not helped by the fact that he hadn't licked any Bargain Buckets in over 2 days.
He knew that he stood no chance of getting the money in time without doing some unlawful deeds for Fat Steve, so he decided he'd make a run for it.
He would disguise himself as he knew Fat Steve would track him down with ease, and he couldn't afford a train ticket out of the city without any cash.
Within seconds he was out of window and running off into the distance.
Mr Wright stumbled back into the office, "Alrighty then Eric we have come to a decision that, hey where'd he go?"
Fat Steve stepped out from shadows of the corner of the room, "The hunt is on Alan, the little bugger made a run for it."
"Hey how did you.... I was just on the phone to you...."
"Shhhh" Fat Steve placed a finger upon Mr Wright's lips, "Now find me that boy, or else you're BOTH toast!"
"Wait. How am I going to disguise myself without any money?" Eric had never denied that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and the thought had only just occurred to him. Bless him.
"I think that I can be of assistance", the voice came from apparently nowhere.
"Who said that!?" stuttered a startled Eric.
The man stepped out of the shadows from behind a parked van. (Yes, people seem to like hiding in shadows in this city, I guess it's sort of part of their culture or something I don't know.)
"You need a disguise, I need a favour, are you in?"
Eric looked around puzzled.
"OI! You!" - Eric turned to see Mr Wright frolicking down the street.
"Oh crumbs! If you can get me away from here right now, i'm in!"
"Then let's do this thing" the mysterious man ushered towards the van.
TO BE CONTINUED....
So, Eric's now on the run from both Fat Steve and.... The Job Centre!?
Accompanied by a stranger who wants an unknown 'favour' from him it seems our young Eric is going to need a disguise, and a good one at that....
Eric just sat looking at his toes, whilst playing with his thumbs.
“My name's Ian by the way” said the mysterious man driving the van.
“Oh right cool, my name's Eric”
“Yes, I know”
“Wait. How did you-”
“So here's the plan,” Ian seemed to be avoiding the matter, “I'm leaving this city forever, and I need a companion to help me out a little.”
“Help you out in what way?” questioned Eric.
“Well, you see, this city is just so corrupt, this Fat Steve character has almost complete control over everything!”
“What? Surely he would've been kicked out by the government or something by now?”
“That's the thing! The government are just letting it slide.”
“Well.... that still doesn't answer my question though.” Eric was keeping one hand on the handle of the door, in-case he needed to make another run for it.
Ian pulled the van over and placed a hand on Eric's shoulder. He was a rugged man, in his late twenties, he had fairly long blonde hair with untamed stubble across his face....
But what Eric noticed the most was his muscles. No he's wasn't gay or anything, but if things got nasty it would be helpful to have a bloke of his stature around.
“Look” Ian was beginning to sound surprisingly comforting, “You need a disguise yes? Well I know a guy.”
“A guy?”
“Yes, a guy.” Ian repositioned himself, facing forwards.
It was beginning to get light again, they had been driving for over 5 hours, Eric could only assume it was around 4:00am.
Ian flashed his headlights twice, and only then did Eric realise they were parked adjacent to a small car.
“What's going on?” asked an admittedly scared Eric.
“Shhhh” whispered Ian.
The small car copied the notion by also flashing it's headlights a couple of times.
Ian then stepped out of the car without any further word to Eric, though he could see the silhouette of the driver of the small car was doing the same.
Eric presumed he was to wait in the car and thus could hear nothing of the conversation between the two men, so he decided to lay back and rest his eyes.
Eric woke to see to men towering over him, one was Ian, the other presumably 'The guy'.
Now, you can forgive Eric for expecting 'The guy' to be a shady character, perhaps a wall of muscle, so it came as a shock when the first words he heard were:
“Well hi there handsome!”
Nope, it wasn't a chick, it was one of those overly gay guys, you know the type; blonde highlights, straightened hair, tight clothing, the whole get-up.
Eric tried to contain his laughter, “H...H....Hi, i'm E...E...Eric.”
“Aww bless he's all shy, now if you want to take my hand i'll take you to my lair”
“Your lair?”
“Mmmmhmm!”
Now Eric really couldn't contain his laughter as the car pulled up to the so called 'lair'. How fitting that a man of his nature would be.... yes you've got it, a salon owner!
“Is there something you find funny about my place of business, Eric?”
“No, no, sorry sir!”
“Alright then,” the man shot evils at Eric, “i'll see you inside”.
As he galloped into the salon, Eric turned to Ian, “Ok man, what the actual hell?”
“This is my guy”, shrugged Ian, “He's going to disguise you!”
Eric nodded unsurely.
“Don't worry about the costs, it's all on me, just like the plane tickets.”
“Ok, but why do I even need a disguise? I mean, if i'm leaving the city anyway....”
“Because Fat Steve is more powerful than you could ever imagine! He WILL track you down young Eric, and he WILL make you pay!”
“Well, surely if you're paying for all this, you could just lend me the £500 I owe him, it would save us a lot of time and effort!”
“BECAUSE!”, Ian realised he was shouting at the poor boy so lowered his tone, “because, Eric, I need a favour from you, and more importantly Fat Steve will have different plans for you now that you tried to escape from him.”
“Different plans?”
“Let's just say.... he's not afraid to pull a trigger on someone he hates.”
And with that, Eric ran into the salon.
The salon owner, who Eric found out was called Sammy, hovered over Eric; rubbing his chin whilst pondering. “Okay, now this Fat Steve guy, he like, he is super powerful so he will track you down easily.”
Eric gulped.
“Unless! We can get you a good enough disguise!”
“O....k.” Eric replied.
“Eric. How would you like to become Erica for a little while?”
Eric's eyes grew large, “W...w....what do you mean?”
“What I mean is; you need a full-proof disguise Eric, and this is the best disguise I can offer you.”
“I....But.....How would you make me look like a girl?”
“Oh i'm very good Erica, just you watch.”
Then, without even giving his consent, Sammy started stripping Eric.
He then proceeded to cover Eric's naked body with shaving foam and started to shave off his manly hairs.
Next he painted both his finger and toenails and filed them into perfect almond shapes.
Then he covered his face with all sorts of foundations, Eric barely got a word in, Sammy was in the zone, he was just a blur.
Sammy then threw Eric into a chair and started putting eyeliner, mascara and lipgloss onto him.
Next he placed a brunette wig over Eric and started pulling at it whilst messing around with a hairbrush.
Eric couldn't even get a chance to observe his new face and hair before he was thrown into a closet, where Sammy held multiple outfits against him before choosing a short, black dress with a v-neck, specially designed panties that hid any *cough* manly bulges, and a pair of low heel, sparkling red shoes.
He quickly pushed Eric over to a large jewellery box, well really it was more of a chest, and clipped a set of hooped earings onto Eric's ears, a bracelet onto his right wrist, and a silver necklace with a cross on the end hung delicately over his chest.
Sammy took a moment to observe his work before handing a large box to Eric.
“W...w.....what is it?” asked an overly confused Erica.
“Open it.” Sammy sounded awfully chuffed.
Erica opened the box to find a set of.... boobs?
“Put them on under your bra, they're very special — they adapt to the colour of your skin and you can actually feel them if anyone where too...” Sammy winked, “touch them”.
After Erica had put her fake breasts in place, Sammy handed her a handbag and a suitcase packed with spare clothes.
“Okay, are you ready to see the new you?” Sammy led Erica towards a large mirror, with both his hands over her eyes.
“I guess....”
Sammy released his hands from Erica's eyes, and she could only stand motionless in shock.
Before him stood a beautiful brunette, with a pretty face, and an admittedly sexy body.
Eric was just thankful that he was wearing the special panties, meaning his full-scale erection couldn't be seen by Sammy.
Sammy clapped his hands, “Ooooh the boys are going to go wild over you!”
Erica walked out of the salon, after thanking Sammy and paying him the large costs with Ian's money, with a handbag over her shoulder, and the suitcase in one hand.
Ian was sitting on the bonnet of the van gob-smacked as the new girl paraded out of the store. “Woah! Ma'am let me help you with that.” he took the suitcase from Erica's soft feminine hand and placed it in the back of the van.
“Th....th.....thankyou” she stuttered.
TO BE CONTINUED....
The plot thickens, and things are starting to get a lot darker.
Surely there is more to this than Eric, now Erica, owing Fat Steve £500?
“I KNOW THEY CAME HERE YOU FAGGOT! NOW TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!”
“I s....s....said I d....d.....don't know” stuttered a tearful Sammy.
Mr. Wright had him pinned up against one of the full length mirrors in his salon by the collar.
“Are you lieing to me?” Mr. Wright stared directly into Sammy's eyes, with a look of pure evil pasted across his face “...Because you don't lie to the Job Centre Samuel, we will RIP. YOU. APART!”
Balls of spit were being fired all over the defenceless Sammy, who was now unable to hold back the tears.
“Look,” Mr. Wright had now softened his tone “I'm going to ask you one last time, have you seen this boy?” he held up a photo of a grinning Eric.
“N....n.....no.”
Mr Wright sighed, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a gleaming samurai sword. Sammy remained frozen with fear.
“Y....y.....you carry a samurai sword in your jacket?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
Sammy was quizzical, but stayed with his back against the mirror.
Mr. Wright, however, showed no emotion whatsoever.
“I hope you understand, Mr. Samuel, that once this sword has been drawn, it can't be returned until it has tasted blood.”
Sammy gulped.
“So tell me, whose is it going to be, Eric's? ….Or yours?”
“I like your dress”
Erica simply offered him a weak smile. Ian's compliment had done little to kill the awkward silence that had swept over the van since Eric's transition.
“Look, this doesn't have to be awkward. I can just treat you like a girl, and you can act like one.”
“But I don't know the first thing about acting like a girl!”
“Just talk in a high pitch voice, and sway your hips around whilst walking. You're not trying to win a beauty pageant or nothing, you're just trying to be passable.”
Erica nodded. She knew that she had to start embracing her new self.
“Sooooo....” Erica crossed her legs and gazed into Ian's eyes whilst flickering her eyelashes, “Tell me a little more about yourself.”
“Well, i'm 26, an ex-Job Centre worker, and I own a VW Camper Van. What more is there to know?” he laughed and Erica soon joined in with her own feminine giggles.
But their laughter was short lived....
“Oh shit!” Ian exclaimed.
“What is it?” Erica grasped hold of Ian's knee.
He pulled over.
“Why did you pull over Ian?” Erica started panicking “Ian!? Ian look at me!”
“Good evening Sir and Madam, how are you this evening?” Erica turned her head towards her window to find a police after poking his head through.
“Fine thankyou.” Ian responded calmly, “What seems to be the problem Officer?”
“Well, security cameras seem to have followed your van from Sammy's Salon over in East London, would I be right in saying you've just come from that particular Salon?”
“Yes, officer.”
“Well, you see, there's been a murder down at Sammy's Salon, and yours is the only vehicle that has come from there today.”
Erica gasped.
The officer scanned Ian and Erica “Sir, madam, may I please ask you to exit the vehicle, you are both under arrest for suspicion of murder.”
“O....k.....officer” Ian was tapping the steering wheel nervously.
Just as Erica was about to open her door, Ian hit full throttle and they were off.
“What do you think you're doing?” she screamed at him.
“We can't get arrested Erica, we just can't.”
“Well, now we're fugitives from the law as well as on the run from Fat Steve!”
“Don't you get it? Fat Steve IS the law?”
“You mean....”
“Yes! The police are wrapped around Fat Steve's fat finger!”
“Oh gosh! Well, what now?”
“We're getting on the next plane out of here, that's what.”
'YOU HAVE 1 NEW MESSAGE'.
Fat Tony opened up his phone, he took a few seconds to read the message before putting it back in his pocket.
“They're taking the 8:35 flight to Rome” he looked over to his right at a short, latino man, “Do you remember what it is you've got to do?”
“Yes boss” replied the latino man.
“Very well, i'll see you in Rome. DON'T LET ME DOWN!”
“Ok, so, before we go inside the airport, I need you to do me a little favour?” Ian looked bashfully over to Erica.
“Oh! Is this the favour I owe you?”
“Mmmmhmm.” He handed her a small package.
“What is this Ian, is... is this drugs?”
Ian threw his hands up “You got me!”
“I'm a drug mule?”
“Well yes, I needed someone innocent and cute to carry it in through their rectum for me, that's all.” he grinned.
“Oh, well.... ok then....”
“And believe me when I say, you are cute girl!”
Erica blushed.
“Now are you ok to sneak those bad boys up that fine ass of yours?”
“Sure thing, baby” she winked at him, and slipped into the back of the van.
“Wait how am I going to get on the plane? I look nothing like my passport photo anymore” Erica questioned, as the pair stood in line, waiting to claim their tickets.
“Don't worry love, I settled it while you were at the salon.” he handed her a passport “You're very own passport, Erica Moore.” Ian winked at her.
“Wow! Is this legal?”
“Hell no!”
They both laughed as they stepped up to the front of the queue.
“Quick, we need to hurry, the gate closes in a few minutes!”
“I'm running as fast as I can in these darn heels!” cried back Erica.
Ian pressed himself against the desk and showed the two tickets to the flight attendant.
The attendant smiled at Ian and ushered him in.
“My friend will be here in a moment, could you leave the gate open for her?”
“Sure thing, sir”
Erica was breathless and had stopped looking were she was going when she ran into someone.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry Miss.” the man offered Erica a hand, as she had fallen to the floor.
“Oh, it's entirely my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going at all” she giggled.
“My names Diego by the way.”
“Oh, that's great, listen i've got to hurry it was really nice meeting you though!” Erica proceeded to run, but once again struggling, not helped by the fact that she felt the drugs has slid all the way up her butt due to the collision with Diego.
She got to the gate to find an impatient Flight Attendant waiting for her. Erica offered her apologies, and entered the plane.
Ian and Erica were once again sat together, this time however they were in the air rather than in the front of a run down Camper Van.
Ian put his arm around Erica, as she leant into his chest.
Erica looked up to Ian's face, “When we get to Rome, will we be safe?”
“Yes, dear.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise that once we get to Rome, we'll be safe” Ian kissed Erica on the forehead as she found herself falling asleep to the sound of Ian's heartbeat against her cheek.
TO BE CONTINUED....
PREVIOUSLY ON FAT STEVE:
Erica looked up to Ian's face, “When we get to Rome, will we be safe?”
“Yes, dear.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise that once we get to Rome, we'll be safe”
Can Ian keep his promise? Let's find out....
“Erica? Erica? Erica, wake up!”
“Huh? What?”, Erica found herself resting on Ian's crotch, “Oh my god! I am SO sorry Ian.”
“Nah it's fine, my pleasure” he winked at her.
The pair soon found themselves leaving the plane, collecting their items, and exiting the airport.
“Ok, so, where do we go now?” asked Erica.
“Ummmm.... I have no idea, I guess we should stay in a hotel for a while.”
“Well there's one right across the road, shall we-?”
“Yeah sure, ladies first.” they both laughed.
“Do you know any Italian?”
Erica shook her head.
“Shit....”
“No worries sir and madam, I speak perfect English, how can I help you?” interrupted the smiling receptionist.
“Yes, a twin room please.” said a thankful Ian.
“Certainly sir, let me just check the system....”
Erica pulled out a pocket mirror from her handbag and started redoing her makeup whilst waiting.
“.... Oh, i'm sorry sir, we're out of twin rooms.”
“Oh.... well do you have anything else?”
“THE HONEY ROOM SUITE!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?”
“I'm sorry Erica, but it's all they had.”
“No, no, i'm not angry,” Erica put her arms around Ian, “I'm just surprised.... How romantic!” She giggled.
“Yeah....” Ian walked uncomfortably into the bathroom, leaving Erica kissing the air.
Erica sat back on the King Bed and started sobbing gentley.
Thoughts were wizzing round her head; “How did it come to this? I was just a boy who owed a little money, and look at me now...”
She had started to notice that her voice was becoming naturally higher, and her body much more feminine since the plane trip....
Ian stepped out of the bathroom, “I'm sorry love, I just really needed to take a leak. So.... how about we do a bit of sightseeing?”
Erica wiped her eyes and grinned.
“What. A. Day.” Erica collapsed onto the King Bed, “Thankyou so much for such a magical day Ian, I really needed that.”
“My pleasure, sweetcheeks.” He walked over to the bar and started pouring drinks.
Now, usually, when Ian said something like 'sweetcheeks' to her, Erica would get an instant hard-on. But this time, it was different.
“I'm just going to.... powder my nose.” Erica said, as she backed into the bathroom.
Ian simply smiled and carried on making the complex cocktails.
But while Ian was making them, Erica was having trouble finding hers....
“Where's it gone?” Erica mumbled as she looked into the mirror with her skirt and panties down.
Where her penis used to be laid a.... vagina?
Ian banged on the door; “Is everything alright in there doll?”
What would have brought the old Erica an erection now bought her something very different.... her panties, which she had pulled up in a hurry, started to get unmistakably moist.
The first thought running through her mind is that she had wet herself, but the arousal she felt suggested something else....
Erica stormed out of the bathroom 20 minutes later, and once again collapsed onto the King Bed.
“I need to take these things off”, she pulled at her fake breasts.
Ian simply observed, in the corner, with his arms folded.
“Wait, they're not coming off, what the f-”
“Erica!?” Ian interrupted, “Do you have my pills?”
“Ummmm.... no.” replied a tearful Erica.
“OH! PERFECT!” Ian banged at a wall.
“I'm sorry, I.... They just.... Slipped right up-”
“Oh no, no, no, no. You've got it all wrong, i'm not angry, infact... i'm ecstatic! Everything has gone to plan.” Ian grinned menacingly.
Erica, still red around the eyes, crawled toward the edge of the bed, “W....w.....what do you mean, Ian? …..... Ian? ….... IAN!? What was in those pills!? …...... Answer me!” Erica was screaming, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Ian simply watched over her, looking modestly chuffed.
Then....
Everything turned dark.
“Wakey, wakey. Sleeping beauty.”
Now, you can't imagine how horrible it is to wake up to a gun staring you in the face, but i'll tell you this.... IT AIN'T PRETTY!
“Wh....wh....where am I?” Erica's eyes darted around the darkened room. She was no longer in the honeymoon suite, but somewhere much more dark and sinister....
“Why hello there Erica, we meet again.” A large hand rubbed against her cheek, she tried to pull away but it was hopeless, she was tied up tight.
“Who are you? I....I....Ian?” stuttered Erica.
“Oh no....” the mysterious man stepped out of the shadows, “Tis I..... Fat Steve!”
“SHIT!” exclaimed Erica, the man who she had been running from all this time, how did he find her?
“I know what you're thinking,” he put his fat, dirty hand under her chin, “How did I find you when you are disguised so.... brilliantly.”
Erica didn't respond.
“Well.... you see, you've been set up!” Fat Steve let out one of his trademark 'bad guy' laughs.
“You should have trusted no-one Eric, or should I say..... Erica.”
Erica remained silent.
“From the moment you tried to save that cat from falling, you've been set up. For you see, I put that cat up in that tree, I purposely parked where I knew you'd fall, I knew you couldn't afford to pay me back so I knew that in desperation you would go to the job centre.... that I own!”
Erica started whimpering, she couldn't act brave anymore.
“Then you met Mr. Wright, yes? Well he and I both knew that you would try to escape, and that's when you met your good friend Ian am I right? And I bet he told he was an ex-Job Centre worker, yes?”
Erica nodded.
“Well that's because he got a promotion last week.... to one of MY henchmen.”
Erica shook her head, “No that can't be true, Ian disguised me and helped me escape.”
“No dear, that's just what he made you think. In retrospect, he simply lead you into my trap. As soon as he knew what flight you were both taking, he told me it.”
Erica continued to shake her head, “No, no, no, it can't be....”
“And those pills he gave you? They were a little something to make you into the fully functioning female I desired.”
Erica could no longer put any words together.
“Since they were a suppository, I just needed someone to knock them in whilst you were holding them in your rectum.” he pointed to his left, “That's where my other henchman; Diego came in.”
The short, latino man simply nodded; keeping his concentration on holding his gun at Erica.
“For you see, this plan was all to make you.... My daughter.”
Erica had a coughing fit, “You.... you what?”
“Yes, it's true, i've never found love and my biological clock is nearing it's last tick. So I decided to adpot, I guess, in my own little way.”
Erica was once again drowning in tears through disbelief.
“I located you as a boy in desperate need, I thought I could offer you a better life, but I didn't want a son.... No, a son would get too strong, he would try and take me down. I just needed a daughter to carry on my name.”
Erica looked to Fat Steve's left to find Ian, standing motionless and like Diego; holding a gun at her. She frowned and looked back at Fat Steve.
“Now does helping a poor boy have a better life really make me so evil?” yet again, Fat Steve let out a menacing laugh.
He then moved right up close to Erica, so that she could feel his cyanide breathe against her neck.
“So how about it. Will you become Erica Moore, the daughter of and heir to Steve Moore's fortune?”
“Never.” Erica hissed.
Fat Steve stepped back a few paces; “Well.... now you say that, it makes me hate you....” he pressed a pistol against Erica's forehead.
“So, what's it going to be; the life of luxury? .... Or a death without dignity?
TO BE CONTINUED, TOMORROW, IN THE FINAL INSTALMENT OF THE 'FAT STEVE' SAGA ....
What started out as a light hearted comedy has been turned on it's head as both Eric and the author, Alesha, have spiralled into a dark tale of deception.
Now, as we enter the final instalment of the Fat Steve saga, Erica (previously Eric) finds herself left with an ultimatum:
To become the daughter of a criminal mastermind....
Or death.
“Meow.”
“Oh hey there little pussycat, what's happening little man?”
“Meow.”
Eric scratched his head, “Are you stuck?”
The random cat looked at him with wide frightened eyes, “.... Meow.”
“Alright, i'm coming up to save you little fella!” Eric clambered up the trunk, he'd never climbed a tree before and it's safe to say he wasn't the most athletic of boys.
“Almost gotchya....” Eric reached out his hand towards the kitten in distress.
“Ok he's up the tree, let's do this Diego.”
“Are you sure you want to do this boss? I mean, once we start, there's no looking back.” Diego questioned.
“Just park the fucking car beneath the fucking tree!” yelled an impatient Fat Steve.
“Ok....”
“Aaaah!” Eric slammed onto the bonnet of the car, “Ah my wrist! Oh shit, NO, please not....” he looked through the windshield.
It was Fat Steve's car, the mafia dude, he was officially screwed.
The cat then jumped down the tree at it's own accord and into the arms of the angered mafia boss; “Oh, good boy Whiskers.” he tickled the cat's chin, “and as for you, little boy....” he pointed at Eric, “you're in deep, deep trouble.”
Erica stared into the eye of Fat Steve's pistol, fearless.
Fat Steve also kept his eyes fixed tensely on Erica, “I need an answer....”
“No.” Erica said, assertively.
Fat Steve sighed.
“I can't join the very force i've been running from, I refuse to play any role in your corrupt plans.... so just shoot me, get it over with.” Erica didn't cry this time, she kept her cool and stayed sincere.
“Very well, I really didn't want it to end this wa-” Fat Steve's eyes bulged, like they where about to jump out of their sockets, Erica could see blood emerge out of his chest, staining his suit.
“Boss!? Are you ok?” cried a concerned Ian.
Fat Steve simply collapsed, head-first, into a pool of his own blood.
Diego and Ian threw their guns to the ground and ran to the side of the fallen man.
Their mistake was not looking behind them, where Fat Steve's killer stood, clutching a sword.
“Mr. Wright?” Diego looked at the hooded man, raising an eyebrow.
“Bingo.” Mr. Wright redrew his sword and sliced the latino's head right off. He smirked and faced towards Ian, “You next pretty boy.”
Erica could only sit and spectate the antics, it was all just a blur to her.
“No, have some mercy, I.... we're buddies, right?”
“Oh no we're not, Fat Steve sent me on a wild goose chase across the whole fucking country, and then over to fucking Rome to kill a little boy, and now.... he's making him the fucking heir to his fucking fortune? Oh no, no, no, no.”
“But c'mon man, I didn't do anything wrong!”
“You took my fucking promotion, do you think I want to work in the fucking Job Centre for the rest of my fucking life? I mean, the Job Centre's a joke. I'd been working so fucking hard for that promotion man. So, fucking, hard.” Mr. Wright started crying, it seemed the life of crime had sent him down a slippery slope, a descent into madness.
“I.... fine, just do it.” Ian bent down, on one knee, “But before I die...” he turned to Erica, “I just want you to know that i'm sorry, and.... I love you.”
Erica shook her head in disbelief.
“Hahaha! Fucking faggots...” he stuck his sword straight through Ian's heart and casually walked over to Erica like nothing had happened.
She could no longer hold back the tears, as she squirmed in a vain attempt to escape her fate.
“Any last words?” he held the sword to her throat.
Erica looked up to the heavens in the hopes of finding a miracle, until she saw someone very familiar lurking on one of the light fixtures....
“Well....” ushered Mr. Wright.
“What goes up,” she kept her eyes on the light, before looking Mr. Wright dead in the eye, “must come down.”
Mr. Wright laughed unsurely, before looking up, at his doom.
Down came the light fixture, flat onto Mr. Wright's skull, crushing him flat.
Erica let out a sigh of relief, before her hero landed on her lap.
Fat Steve mustered up all his strength to look up at Erica and her saviour, “Whiskers? You saved my.... my...... my daughter..” he produced a suffering smile before falling flat on the ground again. Dead. (100% dead, ok! He's never coming back, just making that clear to you!)
“Whiskers! You saved me!?” Erica giggled.
I think putting your trust in someone is a risk you have to take take.
Because if all goes wrong, you can always count on the consistent occurrence of a falling pussycat.
The.... fucking.... End.