Author's Notes:

If the chapter wasn’t warning enough, hopefully this is.

Contains torture, castration, mutilation, decapitation, blood, gore, and death.

Didn’t write this chapter easily.

Need a strong drink.

Light sea green eyes shoot open when water splashes on their face. They see two figures in all black standing in front of them. They try to move and soon find out they are unable. Rope bites into their wrist and ankles. Something has found itself in their mouth.

Whimpering catches the owner of the light see green eyes. Looking to the left there are three other guys in a similar position. Noticing their nakedness he discovers himself to be nude as well.

“These them?” The figure on the right speaks, a female.

The figure on the left nods.

“Are you sure they did anything to her? I’m sure she would have told me.”

The figure on the left moves their hands.

“Videos?!”

Nod.

“They will pay!” Starlight says. Tapping on her shoulder draws her fiery gaze away from the four breathing corpses. Shade motions to follow her.

Shade leads Starlight ten feet away to a light switch. Flipping it on reveals two kitchen tables that have all sorts of things on them: baseball bats, hockey sticks, crowbars, knives, tire iron, fireplace poker, barbed wire, a pistol, a hunting rifle, a shotgun, a chainsaw, tasers, stun guns, cattle prod, police baton, chains, belts, hedge shears, pruning shears, bolt cutters, and a bow. Underneath the tables were gas cans, fire extinguishers, water jugs, blow torch, metal buckets, car battery, jumper cables, and a watering can.

Starlight looks over to Shade. Looks at the objects. Looks back to Shade.

All of that was already here.

“You’re shitting me.”

Shade shakes her head.

“What kind of sicko—“

Shade clears her throat.

“Right. Well, they deserve it!”

Shade nods.

Starlight steps closer to the tables. A pit growing in her stomach. What those four have done is inexcusable to say the least, yes, but does that mean she can be the judge, jury, and executioner? Shade steps up beside Starlight.

You can go if you want.

“Let me see the video.”

Shade studies Starlight for a moment. She brings out a cell phone, opens up a video, and shows it to Starlight.

Starlight had known the girl in the video: the daughter of the baker in town. She had killed herself two years ago. Hearing her pleas and cries removes all doubt and reservations from Starlight. Starlight taps the screen to stop the video. She picks up a wooden bat and walks over to the first guy, the one with the light sea green eyes.

He starts crying and babbling incoherently. Starlight unties the cloth gag and pulls it out of his mouth.

“I didn’t do anything to them! I swear! I just recorded it!”

“‘Just recorded it?’ You mean just stood around and did nothing to help them?” Starlight spoke with a hollow voice.

The guy starts to cry louder.

Starlight puts the baseball bat to his mouth. “Shut. Up.”

The guy closes his mouth and chokes back his sobs. His blood freezes in his veins at the girl pulls up her ski mask to reveal her smiling face.

“You are going to sit there and watch. And every time you look away, my friend will hurt you.”

He follows her eyes to see the other girl standing next to him wielding a knife. He nods his head and turns to look back at the other three guys.

Starlight wastes no time. She jumps up in the air to swing the bat down onto the left knee of the second guy. He wails as his kneecap shatters. With a second swing, she shatters his left shin.

“Baaaaaaatter up!” She sing songs as she winds up her swing.

The swing cracks into the left side of his skull, caving it in and snapping his neck. Him being dead is hardly a concern for Starlight as she delivers a second blow to the crown of his head. His head splits open like a piñata, blood sprays onto Starlight and company and paints the walls.

Starlight starts to chuckle which crescendos into a maniacal cackle. She takes a deep breath to calm herself.

“One down, two to go,” she says with a wicked grin. She skips over to the tables of death. “So many toys not enough bodies!”

The bloody bat clatters onto the table as she picks up the chainsaw. The guys start to scream louder. She glances behind her at them.

“You’re right. Too heavy.” She picks up a pair of twenty-two centimeter long hedge shears and skips over to the third victim.

Sensing Starlight’s plans, the guy shakes his head and tries to close his legs. She opens the shears and places the blades between his legs with her targets in position for maximum efficiency. His blue eyes full of fear and regret stare into her blazing dull blue eyes.

The sound of the blades closing and muffled screaming fill the stony room.

“What did you say to Gingerbread Muffin?” Starlight taps her chin in mock thought. She snaps her finger when she remembers. “‘Stop,’” she opens the shears, “‘your’,” places them on his shoulders, “‘whining.’”

With all her strength and anger to fuel her, she closes the shears, and decapitates the guy. The head falls to the floor as his heart pumps blood like a geyser out the carotid arteries. Starlight stands under the fountain as the blood rains down on her face and soaks her clothes. She runs her black gloved hands over her face while exhaling a content sigh.

“The blood of sweet, sweet vengeance.” She stabs the shears into the eyes of the head before walking over to the tables again.

Shade gazes into the light sea green eyes of her prisoner to see him already gone, hiding in the safest, deepest parts of his psyche. He stares unblinking at the grisly scene.

“Shadey-wadey! I’m going to need your help, please!”

Shade walks over to Starlight.

“I need you to position that big bastard like the dog he is.”

Shade salutes. She walks over to the last guy. She crouches in front of him. She can see why he would resort to raping girls. She cuts his Achilles’ tendons. He yelps in pain. She stabs at his ACL’s as he groans. She slowly slices the tendons around his elbows and he screams. After cutting the ropes tying him to the chair, she pushes him forward where his face cushions his fall.

A whistle grabs Shade’s attention. Turning around she see’s Starlight standing nearby with the chainsaw. The guy also hears the whistle and sees Starlight with the chainsaw. He cries and starts to slink away from the two lunatics. Hearing the chainsaw revving hastens his attempts to flee.

Shade drives the chainsaw through the small of his back. The chainsaw drowns out the screams and psychotic laughter. She uses his butt crack to guide the chainsaw blade up as she lifts the machine. Blood and viscera shower from off the chainsaw and from the body. She repositions herself to drive the chainsaw up his back to cleave him in two. Shade stabs the chainsaw through his head leaving the machine standing up.

Starlight huffs a sigh. “Just absolutely, wonderfully, beautiful.”

Shade nods.

“What do we do about him?” Starlight points.

Record a confession then shoot him in the head.

“I want to set him on fire!”

No. While not entirely blameless, he did not commit those acts, and with his confession he will ensure these bastards do not become martyrs.

Starlight mulls it over.

“Shotgun?”

Shade nods.

Starlight beams. “Shotgun!”