John Doe sat - back slouched, crack peeking out of the top of his jeans - on his favourite barstool and sucked on his Bud Lite. The shaky black and white over the bar was flashing pictures of the aftermath of the horrors in Colorado ... the news conferences and the vigils ... the local reporter's deep professional voice filling in the gaps between pictures. John Doe couldn't help but smirk to himself as the story played itself out - once again - on the crappy two tones, flickering screen. He was still so totally tickled about his little ‘prank' at the Girls School earlier that day. He had driven by - laughing at all the little girlies standing out on the damp grass ... trying to rub the chill of the cool spring air out of their arms - not just once or twice but THREE times. Each time laughing harder at the silly stupid people ... buying into his little joke.

*People are so damn stupid*

Suddenly his - and every other male in the bars - attention was taken up by the entrance of the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. She was tall - five ten probably - with long, wavy white-blonde hair pulled up in a high ponytail. Probably twenty two or so ... thin body with the most perfect curves he had ever seen. Her short fushia A-line dress ending only halfway up her creamy white thighs ... leaving lots of skin between the bottom hem and the tops of her tall black, buckled platform boots. Her eyes were hiding behind a pair of silver mirrored aviator sunglasses - though he could tell that they were sweeping the bar. Her cleavage hiding behind a black leather jacket covered in silver studs.

This was one hardcore babe.

The woman walked over to the bar, three stools over, and ordered a Red Boar Ale ... which the bartender didn't have ... so she settled for a Labatt Blue. John Doe watched the babe suck back her beer - right out of the bottle - out of the corner of his eye. Admiring her body as she unconsciously (at least he as far as he knew) rocked to the music on the radio. Half way through her beer she noticed him staring and gave him a little smile. John Doe nearly dropped his Bud. A couple minutes later she walked up to him and - leaning seductively against the bar - gave him a sweet smile from under her sunglasses.

‘Hi.' she said with just the tiniest twinge of a British accent.
John Doe gave her a gap-toothed smile, ‘Hi there,' he reached out a hand to shake (gentlemanly) though she didn't take it, ‘I'm Johnny.'
‘Hmmm I'm sure,' she cooed, ‘Um, Johnny ... I noticed you staring at me and I was sorta wondering if you wanted to maybe go out for a burger or something.'
John Doe nearly dropped his Bud ... again.
‘Sure,' he said, already gathering up his jacket and fishing around his pockets for his tab. The babe put her hand on his and smiled, pulling a fifty out of the top of her dress, ‘No, don't worry. It's taken care of.'

A minute later they were walking out of the bar, arm in arm and headed for the parking lot.

‘We'll take mine,' she said walking towards a gorgeous glossy black DeSoto with blacked out windows.
‘Why're the windows blacked out?'
The babe smiled, ‘It's a statement ... plus I hate peeping toms ... just put my right out of the mood.'
If John Doe had had a Bud in his hand ... he would have almost dropped it for sure.
 

The babe drove like a pro ... maneuvering the big black car through the rush hour traffic with ease. She drove past the Girls School ... slowing down just a little ... then speeding back up. John Doe couldn't help but chuckle a little as they passed, watching one police officer walk into the still sectioned off building. The babe watched his reaction out of the corner of her eye and smirked when she saw the corners of his ugly mouth curl up.

*Gotcha asshole*
 

The big black DeSoto pulled onto the freeway and headed out of town. The babe driving like a bat out of hell as she screeched and speeded between the other cars.

‘Um, where're we going? I thought we were going for burgers?'
The babe smiled, ‘I have a new barbeque I've been meaning to try out. Hope you don't mind?'
John Doe shrugged and smiled *her place ... score*
 

They pulled up outside a huge, old Art Deco jobby. The babe jumped out of the car and headed inside, not even waiting for John Doe to unbuckle his seat-belt. He followed her in ... though at first he couldn't see anyone. The windows of the monolith of a house were all boarded and plastered over and the only light he could see was the shaft of light from the open door.

‘Come on in,' he heard the babe say from deep inside the darkness, ‘I'm just getting into something a little more comfortable. Make yourself at home ... oh and take your shoes off ... I just got the carpet cleaned.'

John Doe stepped inside the darkened house and closed the door. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled for a light switch which he found a minute later. He flicked it on and for the first time saw the dude standing in the corner. He looked like Billy Idol ... bleached hair ... leather pants ... the whole bit. The dude smirked at John Doe and gave him a little salute.

‘Who the fuck are you?'
‘Billy Idol' boy's smirk grew into a disturbing smile, ‘I could ask you the same thing,' he sneered with a thick British accent.
‘Spike?' the babe called out as she stepped back into the room - now dressed in matching black leather pants and a tight black top, ‘Oh good. Spike this is Johnny. Johnny's the asshole who phoned the bomb threat into Stephie's school today.'
Spike gave John Doe a little bow, ‘Nice to meet you. I'm Spike,' he said slowly pulling a long steel spike out of his back pocket, ‘And this is also Spike.'
‘They're like Darryl and Darryl ... like on Newhart,' the babe said, ‘You never see one without the other.'
‘What the hell is going on,' John Doe demanded ... suddenly ready to shite his pants, ‘Is this some sick S&M thing?'
The babe tilted her head to the side a bit, ‘Ummmm ... kinda ...'
‘Though we prefer to keep it just S,' added the blonde brit boy as he took a menacing step towards John Doe, twirling the iron spike between his fingers like a little baton.

John Doe tried to get to the door but the babe was suddenly between him and his only exit. *I can take the bitch* He tried to swing at her, but she caught his fist in her hand, crushing it in her iron grip. She let go and belted him one across the jaw ... sending him flying into Spike. The blonde brit boy lifted John Doe to his feet and then socked him one in the gut, then batted him over the head with the spike. John Doe fell to his hands and knees as Spike continued to beat him with the spike.

‘Hurts ... does ...n't ... it ... wank ... er? Hurt ... one ... of ... my ... fans ... will ... you?' he said with every blow in his thick North London accent.
Suddenly the babe put a hand out, stopping Spike from continuing, ‘Dammit Spike don't kill him. We don't want any blood on Stephie's head. This is payback ... not Slayer stalking.'
Spike nodded, ‘Sorry Mop.'
‘Who the fuck is Stephie?' John Doe asked through his pathetic tears.
The babe crouched down on her haunches and lifted his face to hers by his hair, ‘Steph is one of the girls you frightened half to death today you pathetic little toad!,' The babe began to lift him to his feet by his hair, yanking it up by the root, ‘No one hurts one of my sweeties Johnny boy. No one ... I take good care of my minions and YOU, you little turd are going to PAY for scaring her like that!'
‘It was just a prank ... it was just a joke dammit,' was all he could say through his cowardly tears.

With un-human force, the babe tossed John Doe into the far wall, following close enough behind so as not to give him enough time to get away. She slammed his head back against the wall and stared deep into his eyes - her bright blue orbs burning with fury, ‘Now say you're sorry asshole.'
‘I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ...' he sniveled, the tears running down his face.
‘I don't think he's being sincere do you Regan?' Spike asked from across the room, arms folded across his taught chest.
Regan gave John Doe a little ‘sorry' smile - lips pursed, ‘You know Johnny Boy, I think Spike's right. YOU have to really be sorry ... and I just don't think you are yet.'

With another un-human burst of strength, Regan tossed the sniveling John Doe onto the red carpet at Spike's feet.
‘You can have the honors Papa dearest,' she smiled, heading for the back room, ‘I'm going to go make reservations for the plane home.'
Spike gave Regan a little salute, ‘Roger that Mop ... get first class eh? I can't stand coach.'
Regan smiled, stepping over to Spike and giving him a little peck on the cheek, ‘I'll do my best.' Without even looking at him, Regan kicked John Doe in the gut and smiled as she heard (though didn't see) him double up with an *Oooof*, ‘And remember not to kill him. Just make sure Johnny boy here remembers his lesson.'
‘You bet Mop.'

Regan lowered herself onto her haunches again and looked John Doe in the eyes, ‘Remember this next time you think it would be ‘fun' to call a bomb threat into a school full of innocent children,' then shook her head, ‘Assholes like you shouldn't be allowed to live ... you know that? Pathetic.'
John Doe looked up at Regan as she stood back up and headed for the back room.
‘Why are you doing this? It wasn't even you?'
Regan slowly turned around and looked down at the man on her carpet. Her eyes full of venom.

‘No one hurts one of my girls. No one.'