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Sorry about the absence. I hope to be back by September 15 October 6, with a full explanation. Or, at least, a decent excuse.
Chuckie fell into the acid. Lissa dodged back fast enough that only a little diluted acid splashed on her arm. She washed it off with the hose, leaving little red stinging marks that would (she hoped) disappear in a couple of days.
The acid bubbled and churned. Chuckie surfaced. His skin was red and blotchy, but the acid was too weak and diluted to kill him instantly. However, his eyes were... gone, and his scream...
He went under again and came back up. He reached the rim of the vat, but obviously the acid that had gone in his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were affecting his innards worse than the stuff on his skin was affecting his outtards. He went back down. When he resurfaced the acid had eaten away most of his skin. He grabbed the rim, and stopped moving.
Lissa remembered Rosemary's death. What would happen if Chuckie exploded, hurling flaming debris all over this room filled with explosive chemicals? Lissa ran, unlocked the door, ran around the corner of the main building.
The explosion wasn't nuclear, like all the movies had led her to believe, but it was big. And loud. And it stank!
Naturally, the workers came streaming out the doors to see what happened. Good. I can use this. I haveta remember for the future: Blowing up a building makes for a pretty good distraction.
Arms crossed to cover her bra, Lissa came up to a side door. It was locked.
"Lissa? Hi! Whatcha doing? Need some help?" It was Pam. Naturally! Too bad no debris was still flying aroung so it could drop on Lissa, killing her and saving her from this embarassment. Or on Pam. Even better. Lissa stuttered and stammered and Pam said, "I saw you sneak off, and I thought, 'gee, why would anyone want to sneak off and not watch a fire? She must be in some sort of trouble. Maybe I can help.' Hey, this door's locked, but I got the key. Wanna get in?"
My hero, Lissa thought sourly. Great. Now I know what a saint bernard is like when it's a puppy.
They went in. Pam asked, "can I ask what happened to your shirt? I won't if you don't want me to. Do you need another one, I gotta spare in my locker. It's way too big, but better than nothing. Whoa, what happened to your face? Did you get beat up? You got some bruises on your tummy, too. Did... Chuckie do that? 'Cause I heard about what happened to your boyfriend, I know Chuckie was supposed to take you to see him." As serious as a little puppy could be she asked, "did Chuckie... do something?"
Lissa was about three miles beyond exhausted. She couldn't think straight. All she wanted to do was lie down. And when she woke up, have her and Banny both be okay.
"It's okay," Pam said. "I know Chuckie just did what he did because you led him on. It's all right. You're a filthy little slut, but I know what to do with you. I've done it before. I'll take care of you, and you'll never do anything filthy again."
Lissa blinked. When she realized what she was hearing she thought she couldn't possibly be hearing what she thought she was hearing. Pam smashed her in the face with a steel mold for the right side of the Karla The Killa gun o' fun, and Lissa went down.
Please. Not now! I'm too tired! I couldn't fight half my weight in tadpoles on a dry cement floor!
Pam, still chubby and blonde and happy and bubbly, said, "you and Cheryl and Toni and Betty think you can steal my husband, right? I had him stuffed and hidden in my basement, but you still try. Ah, well. An industrial accident or two never hurt anyone. Hey, that was pretty funny!"
Seemingly from out of nowhere two of the boys from shipping grabbed Pam, one at each arm, and Mr. Meadowbrook, whiny snively Mr. Meadowbrook, said, "I knew it was something like this. I knew you were kill Cheryl Jacobs, Pam. When I saw you sneak after Lissa, I knew you would do something like this. Uh, Lissa, what happened to your shirt?"
God, Lissa could barely breathe. She wasn't normally like this. She made up a story about how Chuckie brought her back to his office to tell her about Banny, then spilled coffee on her blouse and said he had something in the acid shed that would take the stain right out. It sounded stupid when she said it, but the boys nodded and one said that sounds like something Chuckie would try and the other said she'd have been lucky to get her blouse back, anyway. She said Chuckie had been gone a while, she was starting to worry, and when she went out... BOOM!!! She tried to sneak back in... and they know the rest. The shippers had to tie and gag Pam so Lissa could tell her story, and that had cheered Lissa up a little.
Meadowbrook whined, "I know tonight must have been horrible for you, and if there is anything I can do so you don't blame me and this mess goes on my record, please let me know."
"It's all right. You saved my life. I'm glad." She took a deep breath, let it out, took another. "If there is anything I can do to thank you, let me know." She stood up straight, squared her shoulders, took another slow deep breath, and her left strap, already severely worn, snapped and the thin cup fell forward. She froze in shock and embarrassment, and before she could cover herself Mr. Meadowbrook and the two boys from shipping said, in unison, "You're welcome."
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