Outlaw Star Fan Fiction ❯ Trouble, with a capital A ❯ The Woman ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Gene leered at The Woman. Her long legs swelled nicely into luscious hips that he ached to dive into. She smiled coolly and traced one finger across his soft cheeks, still slightly rounded from childhood. He grinned, caught her hand, and leaned in close.
"What do you say?" He whispered. She blinked once, taking her time to examine the lustful young man. "Well?"
"Ok, sure." She cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "This way." she grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him from the haze of the bar into the cool of the evening.
"Hey! You play rough, don'cha?"
"Just wait."
"I can't!"
The Woman still had him by the front of the shirt. She suddenly released him and he struggled to keep his balance.
"Hey! What's the big idea?"
She made no reply and turned to walk away as Gene grabbed her arm. Grasping his wrist she neatly flipped him over. Gene leapt to his feet, the haze of alcohol and lust beginning to lift.
"I said, what's the damned idea?"
"I like my men to be manly. Follow me." Gene, nonplused, let the haze settle back in his brain as he trod after her, hypnotized her luscious hips, he followed them across the street, up five blocks, into a quiet neighborhood, through a tiny door that led up into a huge loft.
"Wow, this are some nice digs you've got." Gene pressed against her soft body and began kissing her. She pushed him away.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back." She commanded. Gene nearly growled, then flopped onto a red velvet couch and shifted with impatience as the quiet minutes dragged. He finally got up and began exploring the apartment, furious that she might have given him the slip. The cathedral ceiling was white plaster, rough hewn timber supports showed like dark ribs. Behind woven thrush screens was the bedroom, and where the sloping ceiling met the wooden floors was oddly spattered with dark, fresh paint. The window was open. White muslin curtains flapped as if trying shake off the unnaturally bright red spots. He sucked in sharply as the coppery scent of blood wafted into his nose. He bent to touch the blood on the floor. It was still warm, and sticky like wet sugar.
"Oh, shit." Gene groaned and ran to the window. All was quiet. It was a short drop to the street below. Nothing. "Damn it!" He bolted out the door, hoping it wouldn't be too late. He pounded through the streets and alleyways, but it was eerily quiet until the zone where the nightclubs and bars suddenly began. His head ached from the alcohol and stress. He had only wanted to get laid, not find a body! Dejected and upset, he made his way back to her apartment.

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Gene woke up to a bright light shining in his eyes and goose egg on the back of his head.
"Wake up, punk!" A low, harsh voice rumbled in his ear.
"Hey! Who ya calling a punk?" Gene roared to life and abruptly blacked out.
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"I told you not to be such a jerk! You have as much tact as a Ctarl-Ctarl." A low, smooth voice admonished.
"You don't understand. You haven't been here long enough to know that you hafta to be tough to get anything out of these punks!" The harsh voice growled.
"If you say do. But do let me have a go at him, hmmm?"
"Fine!"
"Very good." The smooth voice approached the cell. "Gene Starwind!"
"Yeah? Whadda want? What the hell am I doing in here?"
"My name is Chang Hai. I need to ask you a few questions."
"What am I doing here? I need to get out of here, I need to find someone!"
"You are a suspect for the disappearance and possible murder of Althea Donnovan."
"Who?"
"Althea Donnovan, a notorious member of F.E.M.A.L.E. and partner to Jimmy Hawking."
"THE Jimmy Hawking? But I've never heard that he had a partner."
"I have a dozen witnesses from the Cacciato Club that say you left with her."
"Well, I did leave the place with a woman who had a body to die for but I never knew her name."
"Yes, Miss Donnovan is known for her looks. Take a look at this photo. Is that the same woman?"
"Oh yeah, that's her. The teasing bitch!"
"So there were some unpleasantries between you two?"
"Not really, I mean, I just wanted to um, ah…you know!
"No. Please, indulge me."
Gene rolled his eyes. "I wanted to get laid, have sex, do the oingo boingo, play hide the salami, the…."
"Thank you, that will do."
"Am I done? Can I get out of here now?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Starwind, I still have many questions for you. Describe what happened from the time you met her."
"Aww, I'm sick of answering questions!"
"Would you prefer to spend more time in jail?"
"We flirted for a while, and we left to go fuck at her place. But it was funny that she didn't seem into it. She left me with a hard-on in the living room and she said she'd be right back. But she took so long that I went looking for her and that's when I saw the blood splattered on the floor where the ceiling met the floor and the curtains were spattered too. The window was open, and I looked out to see if there was anything out there, but there wasn't anyone. That's when I ran out looking for her and that's the last that I remember, until that asshole shone the light in my face."
"Hey! Who ya calling asshole? I'll rip you a new one in…"
"Now, now, Butch. He's cooperating nicely. Now, Mr. Starwind, can I call you Gene? Well, Gene, are you sure it was her place?"
"I don't know, I mean, I just assumed. I said she had a nice place, but that's when she told me she'd be right back. Man, Women!"
"We will need a set of your fingerprints. This way, please."
"Hang on, how did I get here?"
"We picked you up."
"Huh? I didn't…"
"This way, if you please."
"When can I get outta here?"
"Maybe in a few days."
"Damn! No way! I want out now!"
"Like I said, co-operate and this will be easier on you."