The Pack

Thriller Stories | Feb 22, 2013 | 6 min read
16 Votes, average: 2 out of 5
"OH!, and her lights are out like New York City folks and here comes the pack again, right on the home team like flies on shit."
An announcer wearing a silk shirt with a large collar looking as if a flower garden vomited rotten roses all over it, gives the play by play of the roller derby finals at the county fairground skate rink, to a mostly male audience of white trailer trash and truckers.
It was summer 1977, and true anarchy was sweeping through the streets of New York City due to the blackout by a major power outage from a bolt of lightning. But 700 miles west of the big apple in the state of Indiana, a different kind of storm was brewing in the mind of Betty Bezerker, squad leader of the women's roller derby team Witches on Wheels. They were ready to take home the trophy in the state finals against opposing team In Heat. For Betty, the sound of champagne bottles popping in a locker room among hip-hip hoorays was far from her mind. She had a different agenda in mind. One that was written in blood and teeth clenched revenge.
Betty's team gathers in a huddle minutes before the buzzer rings cautioning the final round. She addresses them with authority.
"All right ladies, we have these cunt's right where we want them. No fuck ups, especially you Melissa, (aka Melissa Mangler).
"Uh, sorry Betty, I'm on my fucking period; give me a break."
"Are you kidding me?" Betty says.
"Nope, bleeding like Carrie on her prom night."
"That's disgusting!" Jugulator Judy hissed at Melissa's words.
"You know my Aunt and her boyfriend saw that movie last year; grossed'em out so bad he fucking threw up on the people sitting in front of them," Killer Kendra chimes in.
"Eeeww," Melissa moans.
Betty becomes annoyed as sweat drips down her face, smearing her blue post punk mascara. "Excuse me but this ain't fucking chit chat tea time ladies. Melissa you keep on Darlene, Judy I wanna see you practically humping Traci, and Kendra you just knock bitches down like a motherfucker, except Cherry, I got that little bitch's ass"
Melissa asks, "You mean Cherry Slaughter? That fuck tart has slept with every guy in the state of Indiana. She's a goddamn eighteen year old whorehouse on legs."
"Ah she's legal eh. If I was a lez I'd dogfuck the shit outta that little girl, but luckily ladies I like the cock," Judy comments.
"Hey sluts, we need to focus!" Betty yells.
The buzzerrings over indicating the final round as the announcer speaks into the microphone. His voice ascends with an elongated "All right, here we go!"
"Let's knock some bitches out!" Killer Kendra says with excitement in her voice pounding her gloved fists together.
"Go get'em blondie," Melissa Mangler winks.
Betty slips her skull mask on over her Gilda Radner like frizzy brown hair. It's an intimidating sight as her team begins to race around the track, just as Rebel Rebel begins to play by David Bowie. An over enthusiastic hillbilly dad swings his hat around hooting and hollering as the teams whisk past the crowd. His beer spills out from his cup landing on his son's Kiss trading cards. The kid looked at his dad with angry possessed eyes.
Elbows jab into stomachs, fists pound kidneys, fingernails scratch at skin. The teams brutalize each other as they go round and round.
"You better play my song you bald fuck!" Jugulator Judy threatens the announcer on one pass.
"You got it Judy."
Judy is Punk by the Ramones blares over the pa.
"Yo Kendra, knock this bitch out!"
Jugulator Judy swings an opposing team member into the wrath of Killer Kendra. She knocks her out flat on her back and then straddles her, smothering her face with her snatch smelling of 4 hour old sex, pounding her head into the floor.
"Eat it bitch, eat it!"
Betty drifted along on the opposite side of the rink as her teammates entertained the crowd. Her mind ran rampant as she circled around the rink honing in on Cherry like a hawk stalking its prey. Cherry glanced over her shoulder; Betty's skull face well within her view weaving in and out of the other skaters. She was getting closer.
Betty mind drifted back to the other day, when she came home from work early and saw her man Greg on top of Cherry Slaughter, fucking the shit out of her. Little whore!
Her black hair hung over the edge of the bed with eyes rolling back into her head and veins popping out of her neck blue and thick and sweet sounds floating from her mouth like aroused butterflies. ZZ Top silenced Betty's fingernails scratching downward on the bedroom door.
Her thoughts jumped forward to two nights later as she inched her way closer to Cherry and her black hair flowing in the wind, speeding past obnoxious and hairy spectators.
Glad to see you go by the Ramones filled Betty and Greg's trailer around 8:30. A crest of light peered from the bathroom door where Greg stood in front of the mirror, examining his hair carefully, getting ready for the nights festivities of sixers, smokes and pool.
Betty used caution making soft footsteps on the plush carpeted hallway towards the bathroom with a large wrench in her hand. It was her brothers. He let her borrow it to tighten the leaking pipe under the kitchen sink. Damn cheap trailers!
It's amazing how a simple tool can be so versatile. One minute you're fixing a common household problem, the next you're bludgeoning your cheating boyfriend to death in the bathroom.
She struck the back of his head making him fall to his knees and then the toilet seat. The side of his face met the cold white seat as she relentlessly pounded his skull with the wrench. Good ol' trusty wrench! A fine mist of blood sprayed her face with each hit. Lines of blood intertwined sloping down the toilet bowl looking like a murderous candy cane.
An elbow to Betty's kidneys jolted her back into the present. The pack of witches surrounds Cherry with Betty close behind.
"What's up whores, I see your using big girl skates tonight, no training wheels."
"Suck it Cherry!" Melissa shouts.
"Oh I sucked it all right." Cherry mockingly wipes the sides of her thick glossy red lips exiting a small evil laugh, immediately followed by a quick and startling gasp from the skull mask of Betty Berzerker right behind her.
"Hey cunt, rumor is you like being on your back!"
Betty grabs a tight fistful of soft black hair and whips Cherry's head backwards snapping her neck. The back of her head met the cold white concrete floor, making a crunching splat sound, splattering blood and bone outwards. Large brown wheels tracked blood and black strands of hair around the curve.
Killer Kendra inhaled a shocked gasp of air at the sight of Cherry's smashed and bloody head on the skating rink floor. Melissa Mangler covers her mouth in disbelief. It nauseates her.
Betty stood over Cherry's convulsing and shaking body without a bit of remorse; only the natural high of extreme satisfaction. She pulled her skull mask over her head revealing a sick smile and then fell to her knees. Her head cocked to the left as though studying Cherry's body. She wiped a line of drool from the corner of her mouth and began laughing maniacally; her eyes insane.
She didn't notice the other players standing around her with wide eyes of shock and fear, or the yelling crowd spitting obscenities and throwing beer cups, or even the Sex Pistols "Pretty Vacant" roaring over the pa.
A metallic click and the cold hard caress of steel wrapping tightly around her wrists brought her somewhat back to reality.
Two policemen pulled her up hard and escorted her out of the riot struck skate rink. Betty was jail bound, which was also homebound.
Later that evening 700 miles east of Indiana, mayhem tore through the streets of New York City when Mayor Abe Beame declared a state of emergency. The city was pitch black. The darkness was suffocating.

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