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Two cold blooded killers are about to crash a dinner party, but the main course may be far more upsetting than anything they\'ve cooked up.
The Dinner Guests by Shane Migliavacca
Music by Ray Mattis
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Orville Trench admired his reflection in the car window. He missed his long black ponytail and beard. His hair was cut short now.\\xa0
He ran a hand over his smooth chin. He\\u2019d had that beard so long, it was like cutting off a limb\\u2026 but it had to go. It was time to get a new car too. The old one would be drawing too much attention soon.
Cherry Kowalski, the love of his life, appeared in the reflection. Her eyes were large, piecing and dark\\u2026 dark to match her long, wild black hair, streaked with purple and green, that hung to her shoulders.\\xa0
She twirled one of long strands of hair around her index finger. Hanging around her neck was a simple silver necklace, a small plastic baby arm dangled from it.\\xa0
\\u201cYou look good.\\u201d She said.
\\u201cI didn\\u2019t ask.\\u201d\\xa0
\\u201cFuck you.\\u201d She laughed loudly, giving her lover double middle fingers.\\xa0
Orville spun around, grabbing her by the shoulders. His eyes narrowed. \\u201cOh yes. Yes indeed.\\u201d
He scanned the parking lot of the convenience store. There where only three cars here: an old pickup truck, a rusting black Camaro and an fairly new SUV. Not much to pick from.\\xa0
Shouldn\\u2019t be that many people inside. He looked up at the sign over the door. It read: QUICK SAVE MART. It would be quick all right. He couldn\\u2019t wait to get out of East Fuck wit New York.\\xa0
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Orville touched the cold steel under his leather jacket. A Colt Trooper Mk III, like the sheriff carried in Walking Tall\\u2026 the 70\\u2019s one. He loved that film, not that shit remake with the Nancy boy wrestler. It hung from a shoulder holster under his jacket. A flaming devil face was emblazoned across the jacket\\u2019s back.\\xa0 \\xa0
Just as he expected, the door had a little bell that chimed when it opened.
He sized up the store. Orville liked to think of himself as a hunter, though what he hunted you didn\\u2019t buy a license for.\\xa0
The store was typical; five aisles of various overpriced crap, cold drinks in the back and some not so fresh looking coffee. The kid behind the counter, who couldn\\u2019t be older then twenty, didn\\u2019t even look up from his cell phone when they entered. He was dressed to the nines in Eminem castoffs. Another white boy wannabe\\u2026 he\\u2019d be easy enough.\\xa0
Picking through the beer was a bear of a man. Dirty coveralls, baseball cap and a long graying beard\\u2026 had to be the pickup driver. This one could be trouble. He\\u2019d be the first.
The last customer was a young woman; mid-twenties. Two in the afternoon and she\\u2019s wearing fucking pajamas. Orville shakes his head. Two bad for her, she wasn\\u2019t his type.\\xa0
\\u201cAnything look good to you hon?\\u201d He asks Cherry.
\\u201cSlim pickings.\\u201d\\xa0
The big man came up to the counter, carrying two six packs. He sets them on the counter. It took a couple seconds before the kid looked up from his phone.
\\u201cThat all Mr. Scott?\\u201d The kid asked.
\\u201cFor now. You know that damned phone gonna turn you into a zombie Jimmy. All you kids just stare at \\u2018em all the time. Sucking your minds out.\\u201d
\\u201cNot just kids doing it. Seen plenty of adults too.\\u201d
Scott opens his wallet. \\u201cGoddamn right about that. The wife is always doing that Facebook shit. Why you think I got these for tonight?\\u201d
The two laugh.\\xa0
Cherry makes a mock vomiting face to Orville. Orville mouths \\u201cWhich one?\\u201d
Cherry nods towards large Mr. Scott.
\\u201cGonna start off Friday night right.\\u201d Scott says.\\xa0
Cherry slides up next to him. She leans against the counter, showing Jimmy her cleavage. His eyes go right to it.
\\u201cHow\\u2019s about speeding up all the talky talky?\\u201d She says.
\\u201cExcuse me young lady.\\u201d Scott says. \\u201cNo need to be fucking rude.\\u201d\\xa0
Orville stood next to the coffee pot watching Cherry do her thing. He poured himself a cup, dropping in a ton of creamer and sugar. He gulping down the cup in one go.
\\u201cI just want to make a purchase and go, not listen to your fucking life story.\\u201d She says noticing she\\u2019s not even holding anything. Cherry quickly grabs a handful of Slim Jims. \\u201cThese delicious treats. Yum Yum.\\u201d
Scott shakes his head and turns back to Jimmy. \\u201cWhat do I owe you?\\u201d
Orville lets his eye flicker over to the female shopper. She\\u2019d selected some chips and now stood in front of the soda cooler... oblivious to the fun up front.\\xa0
Scott payed Jimmy and turned to leave, picking up his beer. Cherry blocked his way.
\\u201cExcuse me miss.\\u201d
\\u201cNo. No. You don\\u2019t get to leave until you apologize.\\u201d Cherry stomped her booted foot hard on the floor.
\\u201cJust get out of my way crazy bitch.\\u201d He tried to push past her.\\xa0
Angry, Cherry clawed him in the face, opening red trenches on the left side of his face.
\\u201cBitch!\\u201d Scott dropped both of his six packs to the floor with a crash. Some of the cans exploded in a foamy blast.\\xa0
He made an unsuccessful grab at Cherry.
\\u201cToo slow!\\u201d She laughed.
Scott lunged at Cherry only to come face to face with Orville\\u2019s Colt Trooper. Orville smiled a wicked smile as he pulled the hammer back.
\\u201cHands off my girl.\\u201d
He pulled the trigger sending Scott\\u2019s brains all over the newspaper rack. Scott fell to the ground, twitching. Lying on his back Orville fired a couple more shots into the dying man\\u2019s chest.
He saw Jimmy behind the counter, his face slack with dull horror.
Orville pointed the Colt at him. \\u201cStay planted right there zit boy. You move. You die.\\u201d
The boy nodded. \\xa0
\\u201cShit Ory, he was mine!\\u201d Cherry pouts.\\xa0
\\u201cAnd you took too long.\\u201d\\xa0
The female shopper screamed at the top of her lungs and bolted.
Orville sighs. \\u201cGet her.\\u201d
Cherry let out a bloodcurdling scream and pursued her prey.
Cherry grabbed cans from one of the shelves and hurled them at the woman.
\\u201cWhere you going baby?\\u201d\\xa0
A can hit one of the glass coolers, cracking it. Another one hit the woman\\u2019s leg. She fell against a display of dog biscuits, knocking it over in a loud crash.\\xa0
Cherry picked up a loaf of bread and beat the woman with it.\\xa0
\\u201cGive up?\\u201d She laughed, pulling the woman up by the hair.\\xa0
Orville watches the sad spectacle laughing. Out of the corner of his eye, Jimmy inched towards his phone on the back counter.\\xa0
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\\u201cDon\\u2019t even think about it white chocolate.\\u201d
Cherry marched the pajama clad shopper up to the counter. Upon seeing Scott lying on the ground in a pool of blood, the captive started to sob.
\\u201cOh god\\u2026don\\u2019t hurt me.\\u201d
Orville looked at the woman. \\u201cDon\\u2019t worry, nobody\\u2019s getting hurt as long as you give us a little ride.\\u201d
A glint of metal caught his eye. Too late he saw Jimmy aiming a cheap pistol at him. The nervous boys squeezed the trigger, trying to fire one handed. The pistol fired wild; the bullet whizzed past Orville and hit the female shopper in the throat.
Orville took aim with the Colt and blasted Jimmy between the eyes. The boy slumped dead against a display of Lotto tickets.
\\u201cDamn.\\u201d Orville says. \\u201cThat was something.\\u201d
Orville looked over the side of the counter at Jimmy; what brains he had leaking out of the wound above his eyes. Orville shot him again.
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\\u201cYou get to have all the fun.\\u201d Cherry pouts.
He holstered the Colt. \\u201cGet some supplies for the road.\\u201d\\xa0
Orville walked over to the body of the woman, he crouched down and turned her on her back. She stared up at him with lifeless eyes. He rummaged through her pajama pockets, and pulled out a pair of keys.\\xa0
He was about to stand when a bell dinged as a car pulled up to one of the pumps. He looked back at Cherry filling up a plastic bag with some groceries.
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\\u201cGet down.\\u201d He hissed. \\u201cWe\\u2019ve got company.\\u201d
Orville peeked around an endcap of beef-jerky. It was hard to make out the car or the driver since they were on the other side of the gas pumps, but he thought he got a glimpse of long blonde hair.
All the while Orville kept his eyes on the new arrival. They stepped from behind the pump\\u2026 he was right! It was a girl, about eighteen\\u2026 long blonde hair, longer legs.\\xa0 Instantly Orville felt his crotch come alive. Goddamn he wanted to fuck her on the spot!
This called for a change of plans. He\\u2019d planned on taking the woman in pajamas hostage\\u2026 having her drive them somewhere secluded and lie low\\u2026 but White Chocolate got trigger happy and fucked that up. So, he\\u2019d settled for just taking her car and some supplies and hightailing it.\\xa0
But now Blondie had dropped into their laps, and if he was lucky, she\\u2019d be riding it later tonight. After he was done Cherry could have a go, she\\u2019d like that. Orville licked his lips at the thought.
From behind the counter another urgent beep as the blonde pressed a button on the pump. Finally giving up, she walked frustrated towards the store.
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\\u201cHere we go.\\u201d Orville whispered.\\xa0
The blonde pulled the door open, making the bell chime as she unknowingly stepped into hell.
\\u201cJimmy, you awake in here?\\u201d She asked, a second before seeing the blood. \\u201cJimmy?\\u201d\\xa0
\\u201cNope.\\u201d Orville stood, the Colt pointed at her. \\u201cJimmy\\u2019s on break.\\u201d
\\u201cBlood.\\u201d The girls said, biting her lip. \\u201cDid you\\u2026\\u201d
\\u201cSure did!\\u201d Cherry said, as she walked towards them carrying an overstuffed bag of groceries. \\u201cHow sweet! Fresh meat!\\u201d\\xa0
\\u201cShe\\u2019s also going to be our ride out of here, ain\\u2019t you baby?\\u201d\\xa0
The girl looked down at the bodies then up at Orville and Cherry, dumbstruck.\\xa0
\\u201cRight?\\u201d Orville said, a bit annoyed. He took the blonde\\u2019s chin with his hand and forced the girl to nod in agreement. \\u201cRight.\\u201d
He took his hand away, leaving bloody finger prints.\\xa0
\\u201cWho are you?\\u201d The girl asked, her voice quivering.\\xa0
\\u201cI\\u2019m a demon.\\u201d Orville answered. \\u201cStraight from hell. I eat up little girls like you.\\u201d
\\u201cYou\\u2019re gonna kill me.\\u201d
\\u201cDepends. What\\u2019s your name sweetness?\\u201d
\\u201cLauren. Lauren Dohler.\\u201d
Orville looked Lauren over. \\u201cWell Lauren, where were'