Russian Roulette

That night Ailsa decided to go out. She donned a dark brown wig and a short red dress with clear high heels. She put her accessories in a red purse and made her way out. Emma was watching TV in the living room, Michael at her side. That did not help Ailsa's already sour mood. With mental storm clouds over her head, she walked the four miles to the next town, Stonebridge. Tonight she was going to indulge in some very bad behavior. Booze, boys and maybe even the third B if the opportunity presented itself. She would keep an eye out.

Stonebridge was a small town just like Haddonfield. They had a bar just by the WELCOME sign. It was called The Stone. Clearly the owner was severely lacking in imagination. Ailsa had a fake ID. The name on the ID was Ruby Porter and she was 23. She ordered a beer and sat at the bar, observing the lesser life forms. The women were so pathetic. Quickly, Ailsa found out the bar's alpha female, a brassy redhead who wore a too tight green skirt and black top. She was flirting with a blond guy in his early 20s, who wore a gas station employee shirt that read 'Bud'. Ailsa met his gaze and held it for a few seconds before she turned away. It worked like a charm. He tore himself from the redhead and went over to her. He took the seat next to her.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," Ailsa said.

"So…what's your name beautiful?"

"Ruby. And I can see yours." She tapped the name patch and trailed her finger down his chest and nearly to his belt. After that it was so easy, she wanted to laugh. Less than a half hour later, they drove up to the local Lover's Lane in his pickup. It was deserted. He kissed like her father. And his hands went to the same places. Greedy hands palmed her breasts and went up her skirt, poking her most private places with a sharp nail. She wanted to do it now, but she had to wait.

"You got a condom?" Ailsa asked.

"Yeah," he said and took it from his wallet. He forced his hand to the bulge between his legs and she let him kiss his way down her breasts and forced his head to where his fingers had been. His tongue did the same thing as his fingers. Clearly he had no experience in giving, only receiving. After ten minutes with no spark, Ailsa became fed up and took the gun she had put into her purse a few hours before. He didn't feel it when she put it to his head. But he did hear the click.

"Didn't your mommy tell you not to pick up strangers?" she asked and pulled the trigger. His head exploded in her lap. Her body flooded with red warmth. She looked down at what remained in her lap. Her dress was ruined. She pushed the body out of the car and fished the keys from his pocket and drove home.

When Ailsa got there, Emma was sleeping on the couch, Michael watching her. It made her blood boil. He turned when he heard her come in. Ailsa took off her wig and let him take in the sight of all the blood and mess. After a few moments, she peeled off the dress. She wore no bra, only a pair of bloody panties. Her belly, thighs and arms were smeared with blood. Her breasts were clean until she cupped them in her hands, leaving behind red streaks. Michael grunted and moved closer.

"You want me to take these off?" she asked, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. He nodded and she complied. "Do you know what I want?" He shook his head. "I want to be afraid. I want to feel your rage deep inside me. And I want you most of all."

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note: I was watching 'Natural Born Killers' while writing this. See it if you haven't. I think some of you might love it.