This choice: Go to Lucy's hiding place • Go Back...Chapter #6Lockpick Lucy by: Seuzz   "Okay, move the car around the corner and wait there," she says. "I have make a phone call before we can get in. Just wait here until I give the all clear." She shoves a finger into your face. "And after I get us in I don't want any smart comments. Not. One. Word."
Jesus, what has she got in mind?
But you do as she orders, and move the car to the far side of the Westside High School parking lot. And you wait in it, feeling both anxious and bored, for almost twenty minutes before you see another car pull into the lot. You strain to look through the night time dark: Holy fuck, it's Steve Patterson's car. As you watch, the basketball player gets out and lopes over to greet and embrace ... Has Lucy taken all her clothes off again?
You gape as Patterson puts his arm around her, and unlocks the side door to the gym. They both pass inside.
You are both aroused and infuriated by the sight. Everyone at Westside knows about the "Fuck Room" that the alpha guys have up above the gym—a perk provided by the coach for his star players. So that's Lucy's proposed hiding place; and since she didn't have a key, she had to use other means to get inside.
You don't have long to stew, though, before another car pulls in. How many guys did she call? you wonder.
But it's not a guy who gets out of this SUV. You jerk in surprise: It's Lucy Vredenburg. Scratch that. It's her double.
You nervously drum your fingers on the wheel, trying to work up the nerve to take advantage of this unexpected opportunity. Finally, you just leap from the car before she can disappear and go to the trunk, from which you draw a tire iron.
She gives you a queer look as you walk up to her. "Steve?" she says uncertainly, then draws back as you step into the light.
"Oh, so you're here to gloat too, huh?" you say bitterly. "No, he just ran out to get some more of his 'friends'." She looks over in puzzlement at his car, so you speak quickly. "Jesus, I knew you were a cunt, Lucy, but I didn't know you were part of his posse."
"The fuck are you talking about," she says.
"Like you don't know. Just a little ritual humiliation. I'm supposed to wait here till they get back, so they can their fun with a lot of spectators."
She blinks. "If you're here alone, why don't you just run away, you moron?"
"Don't be stupid. You know what they'd do to me if I did that."
"So you're just going to stand here and wait for them like a good little faggot," she sneers. "God, you're a pussy." She turns her back on you.
That's the chance you'd been waiting for. You'd actually been hesitating, wondering if maybe this wasn't the real Lucy, and that Blackwell had stuck you with a fake, but after what she just said you don't care. You hit her hard across the back of the head and drag her limp form back to Blackwell's car and lock her in the trunk.
* * * * *
"So let me get this straight," you tell Lucy after Patterson has swaggered off and she's summoned you back to the now-open gym door. "We could have gone to my hiding place, but you preferred to fuck your way into this one."
She hits you so hard you taste blood.
"Maybe if you're nice to me, you could let me give you something too?"
She hits you again.
"Like, give you your life back?"
She pauses with her fist drawn back. You nod over to her SUV, which she seems to see for the first time. Then she looks numbly down at the clothes you hold out to her. "Where did you get these?" she asks suspiciously.
You open the trunk to Blackwell's car, disclosing a grayish slab of stone. "Off this thing. It's called a golem. Blackwell made it, and it's been walking around with your face, doing his bidding."
"What's going on?"
"As near as I can tell," you explain, "after you called Patterson he tried calling you back. Of course, he got the fake Lucy. She came out here to see what was going on. I cocked her from behind while Patterson was cocking you from in front." You duck, even though she hasn't swung. "And then I didn't have anything to do—how many times did Steve fuck you, you were up there forever—" This time she does catch you in the jaw. "So I played around with those masks we got from the house. This one—" You take out one of the masks and point to the lettering that floats on its inner surface. "This one is a copy of Blackwell himself. I've been inside his head, Lucy, just like he's been inside mine. And like he's been inside yours."
She swallows.
"Anyway, from wearing it, I've got a pretty good idea of what's going on."
"And what's that?"
"It's these masks. He's got plans to use them. Well, lots of plans, and he hasn't settled on one yet. He's waiting until he's got the book figured out, inside and out."
"What book?"
You tell her about the Libras Personas and how you came to be mixed up in things. You also describe the masks and their workings as best you can: now that you are outside of Blackwell's body and mind your memory of what you learned there is beginning to slip away.
She's quite impressed with what you have to tell her, and doesn't smack you anymore, even as you continue to allude to her sluttish ways. "So what should we do now?" she asks.
"Well, we can't let this golem go back to being you, can we? Seems to me that someone needs to step back into Lucy Vredenburg's life. You're the obvious candidate, being Lucy Vredenburg and all. But ..." You pick up and finger the mask you took off the golem. "Thanks to this mask here, it doesn't have to be you."
"I don't want you inside my body, in any way, shape or form," she says.
"I understand. But you have to know that the whole point of going back would be to trap Blackwell. You'd have to pretend to be his servant and his slave, up until the point that we can lure him into a trap."
"Why can't we just call him right now?"
"Because he's pretending to be me, and he hasn't contacted Lucy—the fake Lucy—yet. It would be a dead giveaway if you called him first."
"How do you know he hasn't contacted, uh, the fake me?"
You open your mouth, and freeze.
Her eyes widen and then narrow. "You put on the mask of me, didn't you?" she says through gritted teeth.
"Just long enough to see what was going on. I had to!"
"You fucking pervert!" This time she swings so hard she actually knocks you to the ground.
"Well, look at it this way," you mumble. "Now you can let me pretend to be you without worrying about what I'll see or know or touch. Because I already have."
She gives a furious shriek. "Fine! Do what you like!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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