“Are you done dressing yet, Faggot?”

“You know, you don’t need to call me names. It’s bad enough your making me dress this way.”

“Well, if you didn’t dress in our mother’s old cheerleader outfit and was doing her cheer moves out in the backyard where any one could see you. I wouldn’t had known you like dressing as a girl. So, if you want me to keep your secret and not let your friends or our parents see this video of you. You’ll do as your told or I’ll let your secret out. You know the guys on the football team would enjoy this video of you. “

“Fine!”

Sam comes out of their sister’s old bedroom dress as Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad.

“God yes. You look just like Harley Quinn from the movie.”

Bradley was dressed as the Joker and walks around Sam checking to see if he could see anything out of place.

“Where did you hide your tiny penis?”

Sam’s brother knew he was embarrass by how small his was compare to the other boys in his gym class. Their sister and Sam shared similar facial features. Besides her being born as a girl and having curly brown hair. Sam took after their grandmother and had her long straight blonde hair. Sam inherited a lot of their grandmothers looks.

“I hid it, so you can’t tell I’m a boy nosy.”

“Well, you better pass yourself off as a girl tonight. Also, don’t forget that you’re to do whatever I say tonight, no questions asked. Okay?”

“Fine, but after tonight this arrangement is over.”

“We’ll see.”

Sam’s brother turns around and heads downstairs. Sam follows behind him, since Sam was his date for tonight. Bradley got invited to a
Halloween party, but the catch was. He was required to bring a date with him. The problem was his girlfriend over at the other school dropped him two weeks ago after he had bought everything they needed to go to the party as Joker and Harley Quinn.

Since, Bradley’s friend didn’t live too far away. They walked down to his house. By the time they got there, Sam’s feet were hurting from wearing the heels Harley Quinn wore in the movie. Sam had a baseball bat with him that looked just like the one from the movie. So, if someone gave him a hard time. He could bop them with it.

By the time Sam and Bradley get to the house, the party was going full swing.

“Bradley my man, let’s party!” Bradley’s friend drags Bradley and Sam into the house. A drink is given to Bradley and another one is given to Sam.”

Sam looks over towards Bradley “drink it.”

Sam does as he is told and drinks the beer down. He stays by his older brother like he was supposed to do. Another beer is put into his hand. His brother forces him to drink it. Sam is hating the fact his brother is controlling him like this. Bradley pulls him close to his body during a dance and forces his tongue down his brother’s throat. Bradley leans in close to his brother.

“Don’t forget anything that goes on here is what I want you to do. No question asked or hesitation.”

“Fine!” Sam just lets Bradley do what he wants to him.

Sam along with several other girls are lead to a bedroom.

“Alright girls, it’s time to see how well you give blowjobs. So down on your knees.”

The girls all look at each other and turn back around to face their dates.

“No!”

A blonde hair girl replies.

“There’s always one or two. Boys, we need to set an example.”

Several boys grab the girl and take her to the bed and rip off her costume and secure her. They gag her mouth. The boys start lining up.

“Now, unless you want to end up like her, you’ll do as your told.”

Everyone including Sam drops to their knees and watch as each boy uses the girl. They come over to their dates afterwards and gets a blow job from them. Sam tries to block out everything as he is forced to give his brother a blow job. As he finishes his brother, another boy takes his place. Sam is forced to service all the guys along with the rest of the girls. Thunder shakes the house as the lights go out. Lighting starts striking outside. A bolt of lightning strikes from outside through the sliding glass doors and strikes Sam. Sam starts feeling strange and laughter starts escaping from his/her mouth as the energy wraps around. The energy branches off and strikes each girl as it passes through their body. It passes through the barely breathing girl on the bed and back into Sam. The laughter gets louder as Sam starts feelings his body being reshape.

“HA, ha, ha, ha” as Sam’s is left standing in the middle of the room laughing with the baseball bat in her hand.

Sam strikes out with the baseball bat she brought with her at the first guy to rape the girl. She smashes hard into him with it, while laughing. The other girls the lightning had pass through were laying on the floor asleep. She swings the baseball bat into the next guy’s groin area smashing them from the force. She keeps on smashing each guy in the groin area, till she comes to her brother. The door that lead to the room was jammed shut. Bradley was standing in front of it looking at his brother.

“You forced me to be your date, you forced your tongue down my throat.” She punches him for those two.

“You took part in raping that girl and forced these other girls to give you blow jobs along with your friends.” She punches him again,
while laughing.

“Then you forced me to give you a blow job and your friends a blow job and made me swallow it.” She swings her baseball bat at his groin as hard as she could, turning his penis and testicles into jelly. She swings her baseball bat again sending him through the bedroom door.

She skips out into the crowd of people still there laughing her head off. The lights had come back on as she skips over to the front door. She smashes through the door with all her strength with the baseball bat.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!” She skips down the street in the rain.

She heads downtown and smashes windows of jewelry stores taking the jewelry with her. She smashes the windows of gun stores and skips in taking a bunch of guns and ammo with her. She leaves the gun store and goes looking for an empty warehouse she can hold up for the night. She stops when she finds a sports car and breaks the window to get into the car. She hot wires it and takes off as police cars race by her towards the stores she had broken into. She drives till she gets tired and finds a place to hold up for the day.

Sam wakes up in some strange bed and feels sick to her stomach. She rushes to the bathroom and throws up. Sam stands back up feeling a little better and as she is trying to get the taste of throw-up out of her mouth she stops and looks at herself in the mirror and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She stilled looked like Harley Quinn from suicide squad.

Sam starts undressing and notices that all the prosthesis she had put on. Has turned into actual flesh and blood. She drops her shorts and notice that her manhood was no longer, but an actual vagina. She starts laughing as she stands there in the bathroom nude. She remembers bits and pieces of what happened last night, but not everything.

She fills the tub up with slightly hot water and lowers herself down into the water. She closes her eyes and recalls everything that all those girls felt, including the one that had been raped repeatedly. Every emotion and physical sensation they felt as they were forced to give each guy a blow job. Everything the girl that had been raped felt she experiences for herself. She was feeling every emotion as it happened. Her body was reacting to it as if she was being raped. She screams like it is being done to her. She knew which girl’s fathers, uncles and brothers were molesting them. She knew which girls had been forced to be submissive and do as they were told. She was to be their revenge against those that hurt them. That was why she was changed and that was why she was given their memories. She knew the girls were fine, but they had amnesia and wouldn’t remember of what happened for the past four days.

Homicide Detective Jeff Regan and his partner Detective Sara Jones couldn’t believe the brutal murder of Council Member Keith Lawson. His maid had found him handcuff and spread eagle on the bed with his manhood removed in a pool of blood. This was the second unsolved murder they had come across since Halloween.

The first one had been a bunch of boys killed at a Halloween party by a person who looked like Harley Quinn from the movie suicide squad.
The girls they had found couldn’t tell them anything about what happened. According to the psychiatric doctor the girls had been examined by. They had no memory for the past four days.

The one girl they had found tied to the bed and raped couldn’t remember who had raped her or who had killed the boys they found. All they found were brunt clothing and a shattered sliding glass door. They did notice that all boys they had found, had their manhood’s smashed into grape jelly.

They wonder if the person responsible for smashing the boy’s testicles into grape jelly, was the same person for killing Council member Keith Lawson? They take pictures of him handcuffed to his bed before uncuffing his hands and feet.

“What sick person would do something like this?” Detective Sara Jones couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

She has never seen anything like this. All her years of being on the police force have never prepared her for something like this.

“I don’t know, Sara. However, do you realize that one of the girls we interviewed on Halloween is the daughter of a council member? The same daughter who had been physically raped that night? The semen they found had matched one of the dead boys? This is one the fathers of one of those girls?” Detective Regan had noticed the last name the girl had and the council member.

Two days later the same Detective’s answer a call from another man who was found in the garage he owned. He was suspended from a lift and his manhood had been burned off his body. The person had used a welder’s torch on him. They found the detached member laying on the floor with a pair of vice grips locked on it. It had been pulled and burned from his body, but not before a hammer had been used against his scrotum sack.

The guys last name was the same last name as one of the girls that were still in the hospital. The man being suspended was the girl's father. When they start digging into their background, they found he had been treating his daughter like a slave at home. As for the council member, they found he had been having sex with his daughter. They had found the girls video dairy and she had recorded what her father had been doing to her.

The shop didn’t have a security system, so they could get any identification of their perp. They got the last names of the rest of the girls and located their fathers. The police posted cars on them to watch for who might show up for them.

“Do you think someone is going to show up?” Detective Jones looks over towards her partner and wonders what he thought.

“I think they will. Whoever is taking vengeance for these girls will strike one of these men soon.” Detective Regan takes a sip of his coffee.

“Williams 256, we have a 10-57 at Saint Marks church.”

“This is Williams 256, we’re heading there now.” Detective Regan starts the car and heads towards Saint Marks church. It was only a few blocks from their location.

When they arrive and get close to the door. They could tell it had been smashed in with a heavy object. They could hear screams coming from inside the church. As they rushed in with their guns drawn they could hear laughter and screams. They spot the back of a girl standing in front of a priest hanging from a cross. He had been stripped naked and his groin area was bleeding. The girl standing in front of him had her back to the police. They notice she was wearing tight short red and blue shorts, fishnet stocks, black and white high-tops, red and blue long sleeve jacket. Most of her hair was white with a neon blue pigtail on one side and neon pink on the other side and was holding a knife and laughing.

“Drop the knife and move away from the Priest with your hands up.” Detective Regan and Detective Jones had their guns pointed at the figure.

They could hear several other police rushing in as well. Several other police officers join them and had their guns drawn and aimed at the figure in front of the hanging priest. They watched as the figured drop the knife and backed with their hands raised high in the air.

“Turn around.” Detective wanted to see the face of the person that would do what they did to the priest.

Sam turns around with a big smile on her face. She still looked like Harley Quinn from the movies.

“Hello, Officers. Are you here to admire my handy work?” She had a crazy look on her face.

“You’re under arrest.” Detective Jones puts her gun away as she moves closer to arrest Harley.

As soon as Detective Jones grabs Harley to put the cuffs on. She is grabbed and used as a human shield instead.

“I don’t think so. Their still a few more that must pay for what they have done to their daughters. That priest has been very naughty. Instead of
being a man of the cloth, he was a man of the flesh.” Harley was backing down a flight of stairs using Detective Jones as a shield. Once she manages to get to the bottom. The area around her fills with thick smoke.

Detective Jones feels a hard blow to the back of her head and the next thing she knows. She is knocked out and drops to the floor. She doesn’t feel Harley place a kiss on her cheek.

Harley rushes out of the church during the confusion without the police spotting her. She runs for several blocks till she comes to where she stashed her motorcycle and speeds away. She was laughing inside her helmet. She still had a few more people she needed to even the score with.

Detective Regan and several police officers had followed Harley down a flight of stairs and was surprised by the cloud of thick white smoke that had blocked her from their sight. As he stumbles down into the smoke and trips over his partner. He coughs as the smoke blocks everything.

Once the smoke starts to clear. He finds his partner knocked out laying on the floor before him. He checks her and finds she was okay. He does see bright red lipstick on his partner's cheek.

Detective Regan wakes his partner. He had seen how fast Harley had moved and turned the tables on his partner.

“What happened?” Detective Jones head felt fuzzy and sore from being hit on the back of her head.

“Harley knocked you out and dropped you here on the floor.” Detective Regan looked concern at his partner.

“Did you guys get her?” Detective Jones wanted that crazy bitch.

“No, she managed to get away partner. She was prepared for us.” They had found the devices she used to make the smoke cloud. They were custom made and all that was left was the ignitor. The devices themselves had been the chemicals molded in solid form to burn.

Detective Regan helps his partner back upstairs to the second ambulance that had been called to be looked at. He went back downstairs to see where Harley had escaped and found a door she had slipped through and out.

He goes back upstairs to check on his partner.

“How’s your head partner?” Detective Regan picked his partner up from the hospital.

“It’s fine.” Detective Jones couldn’t believe that Harley had knocked her out. She also couldn’t believe how damn fast she was either.

“Why do you think she has been going after the people she has?” Detective Jones knew the other three people they had found dead had been molesting their daughters.

“That’s a good question. Does she feel she must get vengeance for the girls that have been molested? How does she fit in with these girls?”
Detective Regan was looking over the video footage they had collected from the cellphones of the party.

As he and his partner were looking at the footage “stop right there.”

Detective Jones stops the video “what did you see?”

“Enlarge that image right there.” Regan points towards a couple as they were walking by.

Detective Jones enlarges the section and then she noticed it as well. She notices someone who looked like Harley walking with a guy they found dead at the crime scene. They had identified the boy as Bradley Wright and he had a younger brother named Samuel Wright. They hadn’t been able to find Samuel Wright and his family was worried that he might have been kidnapped or killed.

“You don’t think that Samuel Wright is the Harley we are looking for, do you?”

“I don’t know, but we haven’t been able to find Samuel Wright. I’m thinking that the Harley we are chasing after, might be Samuel.”

“The question is? How does Harley know what each person she has killed did? Did the girls from the party tell Samuel/Harley what happened to them?”

“Let’s go and ask Samuel’s parents.”

Detective Regan and his partner Detective Jones drive over towards Samuel's house. When they arrive, they knock on the door. As the door opens, they see Mrs. Wright standing there. She looks like she has been crying.

“Good morning Mrs. Wright, I was wondering if we could talk with you and Mr. Wright about Samuel?”

“Of course, please come in Detectives.” Mrs. Wright steps aside to let the Detectives into the house.

“Would you like any coffee or anything?” As she leads them to the living room.

“We’re fine, thank you.”

Once they arrive in the living room, the Detectives sit down on the black leather love seat, while Mrs. Wright sat down on the sofa.

“Mrs. Wright, have you heard from your son Samuel lately?”

“I haven’t heard from Samuel since Halloween, Detective Regan. He said he was going to the same Halloween party, that his brother had been invited too.”

“Did Samuel say what his costume was going to be?”

“No, detective. He didn’t tell us what he had planned on going as. I do know his brother had rented two costumes from JCP. His brother was going to go as The Joker and his girlfriend was going as Harley Quinn.”

“Do you know if his girlfriend went to the party?”

The Detectives were wondering if they missed her when they interviewed the people who had been there. They had interviewed every person who had been at the party during the time killings had taken place.

“I spoke to her recently to ask if she knew what happened to Samuel. She said that she and Bradley had broken up and he bragged that he had another girl.”

Both Detectives look at each other and bring up the image they had Harley.

“Mrs. Wright, would you recognize Samuel if he was dress as a girl?”

“Yes, but that would never happen, Detectives. Both boys know how we feel about homosexuals and how they go against gods will.”

Both Detectives notices that Mrs. Wright’s demeanor had changed. When they suggested that Samuel or Bradley might be either a cross-dresser or transsexual.

“Would you mind if we take a look at each boy’s room?”

“I don’t mind detective.” Mrs. Wright stands up and escorts the detectives upstairs to each boy’s room.

“Why don’t I check out Bradley’s room and you take Samuel’s room, Sara.”

“Okay.” Sara steps into Samuel’s room and starts looking around.

Sara checks Samuel’s bedroom and finds where he has been hiding his female clothing from his parents. The suitcase was buried deep in the
back of his closet. When she opens it, she finds all his make-up, wigs, and clothing. She also finds pictures he had printed out on Harley
Quinn’s make-up.

She found the covering that covered the Harley Quinn outfit in the trash can. What she figures is that Samuel either got blackmailed by his
brother to dress as Harley Quinn or decided to go as her.

“Those aren’t my son's clothes. He’s a good Christian boy.” Mrs. Wright had walked in while Detective Jones was going through the suitcase.

“I’m afraid it is, Mrs. Wright. I found it buried in the back of his closet.”

“It couldn’t be. Some of those clothes in there use to belong to my daughter. She’s away at college right now.”

“Can I see her room, please?”

“Sure, Detective Jones.” Mrs. Wright escorts Detective Jones to her daughter’s bedroom.

They find out that Samuel had gotten ready in here. They find his laptop with different images of Harley Quinn and a video on how to tuck.
There was make-up that had been used and directions on how to dye hair like Harley Quinn had.

While Detective Jones was going through Samuel’s and his sister’s bedroom. Detective Regan was going through Bradley’s bedroom and
found his tablet. He manages to open Bradley’s tablet and goes through some of his pictures and video. He finds a lot of porn videos and videos of some of the girls being forced to perform or have sex with their boyfriends.

He then finds a video of Samuel wearing a girl’s cheerleader outfit doing cheers and routines out in the backyard. There were other videos of Samuel dressed up in his mother’s wedding gown or a prom dress. It looked like from the way the videos were taken, Samuel didn’t know he was being recorded.

He goes through a few more and finds ones where the girl's locker room had been bugged and videos had been made of them in various stages of undress or in the shower. Detective Regan just shakes his head as he views a few more. He does come across a few more where a transgender girl had been raped and beaten by a group of guys.

He remembered the case and the detective who had worked it. They had a lot of suspects, but no proof to pin the crime on. Now, they had the proof.

After a while, the Detectives leave. Regan had gotten permission from Mrs. Wright to take the tablet with him. He explained why they needed it. Mrs. Wright kept denying that Samuel was a transgender person.

“Now we have some idea who Harley Quinn is. The question now is, what happened that night that turned Sam into a killer?”

Sam sits up in bed in a confused state and looks around him. His heart was pounding, and he was confused about his surroundings. He stands up and stumbles towards the bathroom. He automatically sits down to pee. He didn’t know why he did it, but he did. He finally realizes that he was no longer a male, but a female.

The last thing he remembered was getting struck by lightning and his body feeling like he had stuck his finger in a light socket. As he continues to sit there on the toilet. He has flashbacks of what had been done to all the girls that had been in the bedroom. He still had two more girls to avenge. He wipes himself, or he should start thinking of himself as being a she now.

She flushes and washes her hands afterward. She could slowly feel the madness returning as she heads back towards her bedroom. She grabs a camera she had stolen and disguised herself. She heads to where she parked the motorcycles she had stolen and heads towards her next victim.

Her next victim was a bad guy. The memories of the girl she was given were molested by the guy along with several other girls in the house.
He was even molesting the six-year-old in the house.

She follows him all day long, keeping to the shadows to find out what he does. She sees him meet up with a teenage girl that was out on the streets whoring herself. Instead of giving her money, she notices he gives her drugs instead.

When he leaves the girl, she stops her before she can take the drug and knock her out. She ties her up and drops her off at a drug rehab center so she can get help. She makes sure the place knows why she was dropped off, by leaving a note. She also put in the note if she doesn’t get help, she’ll make sure she never uses drugs again.

Harley follows the guy home and watches him through the night. She does notice how much attention he pays to the youngest girl in the house. The attention he shows her isn’t the type that a father shows, but the type a child molester shows.

She waits till everyone is asleep and breaks into the house. She moves quietly up to where she saw the lights come on and find the man sleeping in the nude with a young girl lying crying next to him. When the girl looks up at her.

“Sshhh, go back to sleep.” Harley moves over to the guy and sticks him with a needle.

The little girl does what she is told. She keeps her eyes close.

Harley picks the unconscious father up and carries him out of the house. She carries him to an abandoned building. She didn’t want the girls to see what she had planned for this guy. Once she has him strung up by his feet and hanging upside down. She wakes him up.

Hassan felt himself being slapped. He felt so tired and sleepy. At first, he couldn’t figure out where he was, and then realize he was hanging upside down. He notices a woman that looked like she was some sort of a clown.

“Ah, you decided to join the party.” Harley looks at the gentleman with a smile on her face.

“Here’s my question, why do men like you like little girls? Is it that you wish to be a girl and be used like that? Or is it because you just can't get it up.” She punches him in the stomach.

“Who are you?” Hassan had no idea who this crazy woman was.

“Who am I? The question is, who are you and why do you like little girls?”

Harley kneels and looks him in the face. She was going to enjoy castrating him before she killed him. “Come on, don’t be embarrassed. You can tell me why a big strong guy like you, likes raping little girls.”

Hassan doesn’t say anything to Harley as he just glares at her. If he gets free he is going to rape her and show her why he likes young girls.

“Go to hell bitch.”

“I’ve been there, and I have a T-shirt to prove it.” Harley stands up and could see Hassan had gotten a little excited with how she was treating him.

“Oh, so you like to be treated roughly. Let’s see how much you enjoy.” Harley goes to work getting Hassan excited. She shocks, cut and penetrates him anally.

The abuse she was giving him, was turning him on. She could see that he liked what she was doing to him.

“Oh, you are such a naughty boy.” Harley takes a can of carburetor cleaner and sprays it on his erection.

Hassan screams as Harley spray carburetor cleaner on his manhood. It burns as he wiggles back and forth from the rope.

“Now, are you going to tell me why you like little girls and teenage girls?” Harley just gives him an evil smile.

“I ain’t telling you shit.” Hassan spits at her.

“Oh well, I guess I have no other choice.” Harley gets a match and ignite the carburetor fluid and use it to burn Hassan’s manhood.

Hassan screams as he feels his manhood burning away. He hears laughter from the woman as she continued to burn him.

“This should remind you to never touch or harm a little girl again.”

Detective Jones and Detective Regan:

Detective Jones and Regan received a call early in the morning. They were informed another body had been found, but he wasn’t dead. The victim’s manhood had been burnt away and a note had been left hanging from his legs.

When detective Jones and Regan arrive at the site, they are given the note. It was in the same handwriting as the previous ones from Harley, but the victim hadn’t been killed. The note said: I like raping little girl’s. Just ask my daughter’s.

The man’s address was on the bottom of the note.

“Has anyone gone and interviewed this man’s daughters?” Regan looks at all the police around him?

“Yes, sir. We sent a patrol car down to question the girls.” Officer Johnson sent Lawson and Perry down to talk with the girls.

“This was the last person of the girls that had been abused. What do you think she’ll do now?” Detective Jones looks over towards her partner.

“I don’t know, but she needs to answer for what she has done.” Detective Regan.

“The question is Regan, what drove her to do this and why, instead of telling us?” Detective Jones follows her partner out to their car and heads down to talk with the girls.

Harley had hidden nearby to watch the crime scene. One more to go and she’ll finally have accomplished her task.

Sam looks at his reflection in the mirror. She was finally free of doing Lady’s Justice job for those girls. She had killed the last one a few weeks ago and when she woke up the next day. She was no longer mad as a Hatter and her face had changed, so she couldn’t be recognized any longer by the police.

She was surprised that her face had changed, but also her whole body as well. She no longer looked like Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad, but a normal girl. Her whole body had undergone some sort of metamorphosis at night. She didn’t look like any of her relatives, but someone different. She had all the money, jewelry and motorcycles she had stolen still.

She could start a new life without being hunted. There was something else for her sitting on the dresser. It was her new identity for her new life. In the package was a note, that said thank you.

Sam looks at the identity cards, her name on them was Samantha Ann Griffin, 2900 West Buttermilk Road, Aspen, CO 81611. Sam wonders where this place was. She packs up everything and set the GPS with the address on the driver license.

She puts her helmet on and drives off. She follows the GPS to the address on her driver license. After several hours, she arrives at the address that was on her driver license. Her way was blocked by a set of gates. She checks her purse and finds a remote that opens the gates.
Once she was passed the gates she takes the long winding blacktop road to the top of a small hilltop and comes to a beautiful looking home.

It had a three-car garage and was two stories tall. She pulls another remote she found out for the garage door and pulls her motorcycle inside. There were a nice convertible Mustang and a Ford 4x4 pick-up truck. She parks her motorcycle near the Mustang and walks towards the door leading inside the place.

She hears a beeping sound and rushes to the security panel and taps in the code to disarm it. She has no idea, how she knew the code. For the next few hours, she takes her time exploring the place. By the time she finishes exploring, she realizes she never has to leave the place, except to buy groceries. The closet in the main bedroom had clothes that fit her.

Sam wonders why she was being given this place. Why did she deserve it?

“Because you completed the task I set before you.”

“Who said that?” Sam looks around for the origin of the voice.

A woman appears dressed in a white Toga and holding a sword in one hand. In her other hand was an old fashion scale. She had black long
black hair and fair skin. There were stars where her eyes should be.

Sam looks at the woman and couldn’t believe what he was looking at. She knew Lady Justice wore a blindfold because Justices was supposed to be blind, but this woman wasn’t wearing one.

“I am The Goddess Iustitia and you have done justice for yourself and for those girls. As a reward for the sacrifice you have made for those girls to get Justice. This house, the land it sits on are yours. Don’t worry about your birth certificate or your background. People will see what I want them to see.”

“Thank you.”

“No thank you, Samantha Ann Griffin.” As she fades away.