The Fireflys meet the Hawks, and Lardass

"I um, was travelling cross-country, now I'm going home. There wouldn't be like, a bus or anything I could take?" She was willing to pawn some of her jewelry and not eat anymore at this point.

He chuckled and snorted, saying "There's not a bus stop till the next big town, oh I'd say bout 50 miles that-a-way. If yer tired of travellin' with the Bald Wonder there I know a guy with a truck who could drive ye." He gazed at her like she was a piece of tasteh fried chicken. Skin crawling she shook her head no, gathered up her bag of chicken and followed Larry to his blue gasmobile and sullenly got in. She gave a wing to Larry in hopes that would keep his hands busy and off her person. It worked for a while. "I hope he was right," he said, turning onto the road Spaulding had instructed.

After driving for some time they spotted a beat-up old pickup truck sitting at the side of the road, a woman standing out from it waving her hands. She had long blonde hair and short shorts, a cowboy hat keeping the sun out of her eyes. Drawn like a magnet Larry had to stop and see what was the matter.

"My truck is stalled," she pouted in a high-pitched voice. "Could you look at it for me?" Larry answered, sure. Groaning, Moon stepped out of the car for some fresh air. She could hear the woman giggling from the front of the truck, but she picked up something else as well. Movement behind the brush and high bank.

People popped up out of nowhere, pouring over them like a wave. A great hulking black-haired figure socked her with bonecrushing force in the head, dropping her like a sack of flour. The tall blonde swung a crowbar against Larry's skull and he went down, blood covering the side of his face. She laughed.

"Look at this big dumpy fuck," laughed a pale, slender figure, kicking at Larry's inert body. The behemoth chuckled, slinging the girl's body across his shoulders.


The gentleman (if such a word could be used for him) opened crusty eyelids and became aware of a gravelly voice talking, seemingly reading out loud from something. Larry tried to move and found his hands securely bound behind the wooden chair he was seated in. There was something sticky on his face he wanted to wipe off; licking his lips the coppery taste and general pain in his head informed him it was his own blood. His whole shorn skull ached, and when he moved his head he could feel wetness on the back of his neck. "Oh God," he moaned, trying to get free to no avail. He was in a dank basement room with junk piled all around, a single bulb and pull-chain shedding it's weak fluorescent light. "Moon?," he called hopefully. "You there?"

"Yep," came her voice from behind him. She was chained by her wrists to the wall, able to stand or sit but do little else. Her head was aching as well, but suddenly she burst out laughing when she looked at him.

"What?," he demanded, fear twisting his gut. "What??"

Coughing from the dust she raspily continued giggling. "There's something....carved in your head."

"Carved?," he squeaked. "What is it?"

"It says...um..it say's white, er, black person," she managed to get out--she detested the n-word. Then she laughed some more in spite of their predicament.

He coughed, he barked, he stormed, he sputtered. Then he began screaming bloody murder. Which brought footsteps to the basement door. "Stop yer bellyachin!," shouted a man through the open door. "I'm tryin' to read this delightful literture you nicely left in that Titantic-car you was drivin'. Hey Baby, listen 'at this: 'Standing up for true American values isn't wrong, protesting the liberalization and biases of the media isn't wrong. It has been scientifically proven how superior the white race is to all other races.' Boy, ain't this a hoot? Well ya know what? It don't matter what the outside looks like, when yer turned inside-out yer all red. One race is just as vain, fickle an' useless as th' other." Angelic giggling drifted down, followed by the dangerous blonde.

"Heyyy guys," she chirped. "Aw, look--Lardass is awake!" Larry growled at her, beside himself. "Otis, bring the otherun down here, it might be fun hehehehe." The rustling of books and papers could be discerned, along with more footsteps. A yelp and clank came after, Baby standing hands on her hips watching them.

A wraithlike creature made his way down the stairs, dragging someone along after him with a chain attached to a clasp around their neck. It was a girl. "Ok kids, play nice," he chuckled in his high tone, pulling the auburn-haired lady toward the wall Moon was attached to. "Check it out, Baby, we have a brunette, a redhead, and Mr. Clean over here."

"You crazy fucks! You can't do this!," Larry barked at them. He was feeling light-headed from the loss of blood.

"We already have, Pudgesicle," crooned Baby, dancing around the room.

Otis seated himself crossways on Larry's lap, and he was suddenly fearful the longhaired redneck was one of those queers. "Larry," he began. "You are quite a piece of work. Heh. That lil KKK meeting you was going to? One o' our good friends'll be there with some of his people to join in the festivities. They're all black," he grinned at him.

While this was going on the new girl turned to Moon and asked if she was ok. Moon replied as good as could be expected. "Hi, I'm Sandoz," she smiled tentatively, round dark eyes big in her face and full of uncertainty as to what would become of them.

"I'm Moon."

Sandoz was suddenly cuffed in the side of the head by the curly-haired blonde. "Summin you wanna share with the rest of the class?," she inquired.

"My name is Sandoz!," shouted the redhead.

"A regular lil spitfire, lookit you!," Baby said. "Otis I kinda like this one."

The slender man approached them, leaving Larry to stew by himself. "I sorta like this un," he slipped slim fingers in her brown hair and hauled her upright. "Doesn't seem as dumb as the others usually are. You like what I did to yer boyfriend there? I got more planned, heh heh."

"He's not my boyfriend," Moon shakily declared. "I just met him today and he's a PIG! I thought it was funny."

Otis grasped her chin and stared down at her a moment. "She's tellin' the truth," he spoke softly. Then he wondered out loud if she would enjoy watching him gut the racist prick. She didn't answer.

"And you," he said, jerking on the other woman's chain, causing her to wince and cough. "You're scared but you don't cringe an' whimper." He could see why dear Baby liked her. He jerked again, bringing her to her knees before him. She looked at his creased, stained boots and ripped bellbottoms, then slowly raised her dark eyes to him unflinching. He kneed her in the face and she fell back against the wall. Moon gasped beside her, shrinking against the wall. Then the wild-eyed creature pulled a butcher knife from a hip pocket, advancing on Moon. Siezing a strand of thick brown hair he hacked off a portion, running it under his nose and breathing in her sweet scent.

Baby soon got to work cutting Larry's outer shirt off him, gashing him in several places. He was soon gagged, but his moans could be heard and both females averted their eyes. Eventually fatigue claimed them and they nestled against one another as best they could and slept.