Chapter #34Too Scared To Let Go by: imaj  It’s too late to back out now, all you can do is hang on tightly and hope not to get too badly hurt when the whole enterprise comes crashing down.
The first task is to put the Chelsea mask back on the golem and quiz her on what kinds of girls she likes. It’s an awkward process: Patterson is still angry and the golem is reluctant to give up its secrets without being compelled. You manage to get it to admit that it’s attracted to Maria. That’s not too much of a surprise, as Maria is easily one of the prettiest girls at Westside.
What is a surprise is when Patterson manages to make the golem give up the identity of Chelsea’s previous lover. You’d worked out that there was one from what it had said yesterday but when you hear her name, it shocks both you and Patterson: Andrea Varnsworth. The captain of the girls swim team is something of a dark horse – beautiful, aloof and famously unattached. She skirts the margins of Westside’s social scene, never getting involved in the petty rivalries that orbit around Chelsea and her clique.
That should have been the giveaway really – Chelsea never tolerates rivals and only ignores people if they are completely beneath her notice (like you, you muse). You suddenly find yourself with a mental image of Chelsea and Andrea facing each other like the United States and Soviet Union during the cold war. Sure, one could destroy the other, but the price would be their own, mutually assured, destruction.
“Maria and Andrea, huh,” you say to Patterson after removing the mask from the golem. “At least she likes the hot ones.”
Patterson doesn’t smile at your comment. “It’s a start,” he comments brusquely. “We need more than those two. If it’s just them, cunt might catch on. We throw someone else in the mix, someone she doesn’t know, it’s gonna make it harder for her to spot.”
“What you mean,” you ask.
“I mean your going to go to Eastman and pick up a third face,” says Patterson. “Don’t worry, I’ll set it up for you: I heard there was going to be a party at some Eastman girl’s Saturday afternoon. You can get a third face and your Eastman player at the same time.” He grins unpleasantly. “Don’t go saying I’m not good to you.”
“It’s not like I can just crash their party,” you begin. With a sinking feeling you realise that Patterson’s already thought of this.
“You can’t, Kendra can. Or maybe Eva or Jessica,” says Patterson, his eyes gleaming. “I’ll keep the real one out of the way. Hell, I’ll even get Maria and Andrea onto a mask for you. All you need to do is show up at the loft Saturday morning.”
“Maybe I can pick up mind band for our new girl there too,” you mutter. Patterson looks at you uncomprehendingly. “I don’t think we could stick the mask on a golem without out one,” you explain.
“Fuck, I was just going to make you wear it,” laughs Patterson.
“I… Uh… I’d only make a mess of things?”
“True,” he muses. “If you were actually any good at it, you’d have a girl by now,” he states. Fucker. “Yeah, get a mind for our girl there too. I hear there’s some girls that are open about that shit over there. Find one that can show Chelsea a good time.” Patterson offers you his hand. You reach out tentatively and he grasps you in a firm handshake. “You did good Prescott. We’re going to nail this bitch,” he says. “And then, then we get to nail this bitch.” He laughs at his own joke. It seems like a good idea to join in.
*****
You spend the next couple of days studiously avoiding everyone. Keith and Caleb don’t seem to be in any mood to talk to you in any case. They’re probably still smarting over losing the elementary school basement. Lynch and Black would never want to be seen with you at all, and Patterson? Well Patterson’s probably picking up Maria Vasquez’s and Andrea Varnsworth’s faces. The less you know about that the better.
Patterson is waiting for you when you arrive at the loft on Saturday morning. He hands you a pile of feminine looking clothing with a mask sitting on top. “Get changed. I’ll be back in five minutes,” he says. “I don’t wanna see your scrawny ass naked again.” He walks out without another word, leaving you to inspect what he’s left.
It’s Kendra, and you soon have the mask in place. While Patterson said he didn’t want to see you naked, he didn’t say anything about seeing her, so you quickly pull on the clothes he’s left: A sleeveless lime green minidress with matching boots. There’s even a matching Alice band for her hair. The clothes fit perfectly but you make a distinct decision not to think about just how he got them.
“You ready,” asks Patterson as he re-enters. There is a small note of disappointment in his voice when he sees you are. “Good. I gave you a blank mask for the basketball player already, you got it?” You nod and he smiles briefly. He hands you a mind strip and another mask. “Use the strip if you find someone that might be useful. Don’t think you will. What I hear is that the party’s for what their top table crowd. Girl named Kristy Carlson is the host.”
“Kendra’s heard of her,” you interrupt, consulting her memories briefly.
“And find a third face for the mask,” he frowns slightly. You look at the mask he’s given you. It’s hard to make out the girl in the masks reflection but you can see that she’s voluptuous, with a pale complexion and raven tresses of hair. It’s impossible to see the details of her face. “Remember, Chelsea likes them pretty and just a little bit athletic. Any questions?”
“What about the real Kendra?”
“She won’t be there. I’ll make sure of that,” says Patterson. It takes a moment to realise what he means. You blush a little – the real Kendra would be quite happy with the distraction judging by her memories. “Here,” says Patterson, throwing you a lime green purse. You put the masks and band inside it. “Now get going, I don’t want you here when Kendra arrives.”
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