[Jonica]

Chapter 4



“Joni, I'm worried about you.”

I look across the desk at the woman who a little over a year ago tried to beat me to death with a baseball bat.  Earlier that year she sent the two psycho Amazons...Kayla and Marie...to try and cripple me in a series of fights she orchestrated.  Maybe calling Marie an Amazon is a bit of a stretch.  She's more of warrior dwarf than a warrior Amazon.  But that's for another story.  Jenn Peccavi has been trying to rid the world of me for almost two years.  Just because she mistook me for a reporter who wrote an article exposing her as an up and coming crime lord.  I managed to escape her clutches but not before she broke my leg, smashed a drinking glass into my forehead, wrecked my relationship with Joe, linked me to Gemma Rox, and set the two crazed bimbos on me.  My life truly sucks at the moment.

But hey, why should I complain?  She did drag me into her office one night from a seedy apartment I called my home with Batgirl.  She performed her own special kind of drug rehabilitation on me...she stuck a Baby Glock in my mouth and said if she ever caught me taking another Oxycontin she would turn my head into a canoe.  After trying so hard to kill me, I now owe her my life.  Oh how things change.  Of course I now work for her.  I have committed crimes which could lead me someday to ride a needle to Heaven.  Or most likely Hell, in my case. 

I can't say I don't enjoy the work I do for her.  I just wish my partner in crime wasn't Gemma Rox.  But that is for another story too.

“Jenn, I.....”

“Don't interrupt me, Joni.  You don't focus on your job any longer.  Now I have to deal with a bunch of bikers who should be riding around the Midwest selling meth to immigrant workers.  I have to deal with you getting your ribs crushed by one of those crazed bikers.  And now you have an aggravated assault warrant for trying to kill one of those bikers with a banjo!  I'll fix this but you need to start listening to me.  I really do have your best interests at heart.”

Best interests?  Yeah right!

“Jenn, I'm sorry, but I didn't start any of this.  Those bikers attacked me first!  The last one attacked me and Gemma.  I had to do something.”

“I know that, Joni.  I know.  Just lay low and let me fix this.  No more antics, okay?”

I lower my head and stare at the floor.  Joe used to say the same things to me.  I nod my head and whisper, “Okay Jenn.”

“Good girl!  I am assigning Marie to watch over you.”

As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Marie and I both jump to our feet, “WHAT?!?!”  We say in unison.

“Hell no, Jenn!  I'm not babysitting that cxnt!”

“Jenn, I don't need someone watching out for me.”

“Why not Gemma?  Why does it have to be me?  No Jenn, Please!”

“I need to find Batgirl, Jenn.  I can't do that with a crazed dwarf looking over my shoulder.”

“Fuck you, swamp rat!!!”

 “Shut the fuck up you worthless midget!”

Jenn apparently had enough of this.  Before either of us knew what was going on she stormed from behind her desk, grabbed us both by the hair, and rammed our heads together so hard we both immediately dropped to our butts. 

“NOW LISTEN TO ME YOU TWO!  I AM IN CHARGE HERE, NOT YOU TWO WORTHLESS LITTLE WHORES!  YOU WILL BOTH DO AS I SAY!  JONICA, MARIE AND KAYLA ARE ASSIGNED TO MAKE SURE YOU STAY OUT OF TROUBLE!  JESSIKA WILL WATCH AFTER GEMMA!  MARIE, YOU WILL DO YOUR JOB AND DO IT PROPERLY, OR THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!  DO BOTH OF YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!”

Both of us managed to lift our eyes just enough to whisper, “Yes ma'am.

“GOOD!  Now get the fuck out of my office.”

I stand up and sway a little on my feet, but Kayla helps me keep my balance.  I walk quickly from the room and go to the little gym Jenn has set up next to her office.  There I hope to find a little peace and quiet to get my thoughts straight. 

Of course I don't get a chance.

The door bangs open and Marie rushes in like a tiny whirlwind dressed in a red miniskirt and white tank.  She kicks her sandals off and shoves me.  “Ok bitch, we settle this now!!!”

I don't want to fight.  My ribs still hurt and a headache is threading it's way through my skull, but my hatred for Marie overrides much everything else.  Before I know it I lunge off the workout bench I was sitting on and slam into Marie with everything I have.  The only problem is Marie is quicker than I am...broken ribs or not.

She sidesteps me with ease and hammers a quick combo of jabs into my face.  I drop to one knee beside her and she slams a quick kick into the small of my back knocking me onto all fours.  Before I can recover, she grabs my hair and yanks my face chin up to look into hers.  I feel blood dribbling from my mashed lips and my cheek starting to swell, but fiery hatred burns under my skin.  “I've been waiting for this for a long, long time you piece of shit!”  She growls just before I bring my right fist all the way from the floor and slam it between her little gymnast legs.  The punch lands with such effectiveness I feel my knuckles drive into her pubic bone.  Her cute, angelic face...which only moments before was twisted with angry hatred...goes blank and her eyes open wide from shock.  Her mouth forms a silent “O” then she drops to her knees in front of me lowering her hands to her crotch.  I push off the floor with both feet and slam my right elbow into the side of her head.  She flops to the floor in a heap.  Getting to my feet, I kick her in the back and kidneys several times while screaming obscenities with each blow delivered.  But Marie isn't trying to defend herself or roll away.  She is out cold. 

“Do you feel better now?”  Jenn asks from the doorway.  I never saw Her and Kayla enter the room.  Fortunately for me, Jenn's right arm is holding Kayla back.  I turn on my heel and head for the other door.  Behind me Jenn says, “I'll send Kayla and Marie over to your apartment later.  There better be no repeats of this or I swear I will handcuff you both and drop you off on a mangrove island in the basin alone.”

I nod my head and leave the room.

Once outside the building, I take a deep breath and stroll next door to my apartment building, which is incidentally owned by Jenn.  Just like I am owned by her, I think to myself.

I ride the elevator to my apartment.  The place seems darker and emptier than before.  Batgirl, where are you?

I sit down and stare out at the purple clouds building over the Gulf.  A storm is coming.  How ironic!  There's a storm building in my life too! 

I catch a glimpse of white from the corner of my eye.  Looking closer I see it's an envelope laying in the entryway.  I pick it up and open the letter:

Dearest Jonica,

Please stop looking for me.  Your life is in real danger.  I wish I could come home, but I must stay away for your safety.  I am leaving Louisiana and I'm not coming back.  I'm doing this for you, even though it is breaking my heart.

Thanks for saving my life,

Batgirl (A)
xxx

I wad the letter in my hand as I drop to my knees; pressing the paper to my face as I sob.

To be continued.....

 




   




   

[lexibabe]

a kick -ass story jonica can't wait for chapter 5

[Kayla]

"Psycho Amazons", huh?  That's a new one - compared to Jess, we're kinda small - LOL! 

Hugs
Kayla

[Marie B.]

You beating me, Joni?


That's okay.....I love a good fantasy story!

But as for that "Warrior Dwarf" crack.....someone will have to take you down for that.....................I know! I'll do it !!

[Jonica]

You beating me, Joni?


That's okay.....I love a good fantasy story!

But as for that "Warrior Dwarf" crack.....someone will have to take you down for that.....................I know! I'll do it !!

Bring it, Mawee Bee the Warrior Dwarf! 



Thanks for the pic and comments!



J
xoxo

[Jonica]

Chapter 5

The cloud-darkened sky matched my mood as I walked through the Quarter.  I feel like I have been kicked in the stomach and I keep my head lowered as I intertwine the festive folks wandering Bourbon, Canal, Rampart, and the other corridors of the famous…sometimes infamous…sections of this wondrous city.  Taking in all the sites and sounds of New Orleans is the farthest thing from my mind however.  

My feelings are totally crushed.  I never dreamed I could miss anyone as much as I missed Joe, but now Batgirl has driven a dagger straight through my already bruised heart.

I make my way across Jackson Square…from Chartres toward Decatur…walking in no particular direction with no destination in mind.  Rain starts falling as I walk beside St. Louis Cathedral.  I shiver in the cool rain and autumn air when I catch the faint whisper of a long dead French priest singing the Kyrie with a heavenly choir accompanying him as Spanish soldiers prepare for his execution.  I ignore the multitudes of the homeless who haunt the park, and upon seeing my face they ignore me too.

I cross Decatur and find myself in the Café Du Mond…an old Jimmy Buffett song rolling in my head:

Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
Donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat 'til I eat way too much

'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastry or lobster or love
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of push and shove

A steaming cup of Café a Lait and three beignets do little to soothe my dreary mood.  I want to keep walking all the way to the river and not stop until I am submerged.  I have only felt like this once.

Joe.  Now Batgirl.

Across Decatur I watch Kayla and Marie search for me.  Fortunately, they don’t cross the street to the Café.  I don’t have the heart to resist.  They could take me back to the apartment without resistance.  But I’m not ready to go back.  I just want to wander.  I don’t know where to begin looking for Batgirl, but I know I have to find her before she leaves Louisiana.

Now the words of an old Emmylou Harris song replace Jimmy Buffett….

Mary took to running with a travelin' man
Left her momma crying with her head in her hands
Such a sad case, so broken hearted

She say momma, I got to go, I gotta get outta here
I gotta get out of town; I'm tired of hanging around
I gotta roll on between the ditches

It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway
Goes on forever, that 'ol highway rolls on forever

I leave the Café Du Mond and walk in the opposite direction as Kayla and Marie.  The streets grow darker as I pass by the old US Mint and the old Ursulines Convent…which halls are haunted by the undead.  I raise my shoulders to protect my neck as I hurry by.  Vampires do tend to get my attention.  The farther I walk the seedier the area becomes.  

As I near Elysian Fields, I start to turn back towards the Vieux Carre.  I am acutely aware of a group of people leaving a dance club but I really pay them no attention…until one of them turns to look at me.  I recognize the voice instantly when she says, “Well lookie here!  If it isn’t my little pal Joni.”

My head comes up slowly and my cheeks flush with anger, embarrassment, and humiliation.  My eyes burn with hatred and it’s all I can do to keep from grabbing her throat.  The words almost catch in my throat, but I manage to almost growl, “Hello Kitten.”

The woman Joe left me to be with faces me with an arrogant smirk on her beautiful face.  Dressed like a whore, as always, she looks at me with complete disdain.  “Last I heard you were whoring somewhere in Chicago,” say says with a sneer.

A small crowd builds around us and some assholes yell encouragement…mostly for her due to her stripper good looks and slutty tight short black dress.  It’s hard for guys to cheer for 5’2 112 lbs girls who look like they rolled out of bed into a green tee and jeans.  But Kitten is easy to be a fan of.  She is around 5’6” and may weigh 120 lbs.  She oozes sensuality and has a sexual presence that is difficult to disguise.  Her round face with slightly pudgy cheeks, full lips, and pert nose would be the envy of supermodels all over the world.  

God, how I would love to mash that pert little nose all over her face!

“Since you are here, I’ll tell you, Joe is very happy.  He proposed to me last week.  That’s why I’m here.  My friends had a little celebration for me.”

Proposed?  Joe and I were together for almost ten years and he never proposed to me.  We always said why ruin a good thing?  Tears fill the corner of my eyes and I try to walk around her.  But then things get ugly.

“Hey!  Where ya goin’?”  Kitten says with a smirk as she grabs my right arm.  Before I know it my left fist flashes around and I try to smash her pert little nose all over her round face with the slightly pudgy cheeks and full lips that are the envy of the modeling world.  

Unfortunately, my timing is off and I manage to hit her in the side of the head.  I feel the small bones in my pinky finger snap and I gasp in shock and pain.  I suddenly try to yank my right arm free so I can run.  But Kitten is laughing.  I’m in serious trouble here.

Kitten is the biggest enigma I have ever met.  A little over a year ago she was the submissive “property” of a Canadian crime lord named Boche.  He gave her to Joe for “protection.”  Boche knew that Joe would “protect” the beautiful young girl because Joe takes his duty as a cop very seriously.  Who knew Joe would protect her so much that he would fall in love with her?  Kitten is a natural born troublemaker…much like me, I guess I should add except I’m not a complete sociopath…with a submissive nature she uses to mask a mean streak a mile wide.  

As I try to pull away to flee, Kitten’s free hand snakes into my hair, she twists her hips, and runs me headfirst into the building’s brick outer wall.  

I grunt once and drop to my knees.  Lights explode in my head and I nearly blackout from the blow, but I have always had pretty good survival instincts.  But in a fight, it’s hard to come back after having your head rammed into a brick wall.  With her hand still tangled in my hair, Kitten slams punch after punch into my face, throat and chest.  I try to raise my hands for protection but on punch catches my broken pinky and I nearly black out from the pain.  Anger pushes back into my throat when I realize the woman who stole my man is humiliating me on a sidewalk in the French Quarter.  She uses her size advantage and forces me onto my back.  As she tries to straddle me, I suddenly hear Emmylou singing in my head again and my left knee slams deep between Kitten’s thighs.

This is down in the swampland, anything goes
It's alligator bait and the bars don't close
It's the real thing down in Louisiana

Did you ever see a Cajun when he really got mad
When he really got trouble like a daughter gone bad
It gets real hot down in Louisiana

The stranger better move it or he's gonna get killed
He's gonna have to get it or a shotgun will
It ain't no time for lengthy speeches

There ain't no time for lengthy speeches

Kitten howls in pain and fall off me onto her side.  Now it’s my turn to yank some hair.  Twisting my right hand into her dark hair, I begin firing short punches into her face with my left.  I forget about my broken pinky until my hand goes numb from the punches.  Kitten’s lips and nose seep blood and a deep, angry scratch runs the length of her cheek.  Her dress is filthy from the wet sidewalk, but she is far from done.  Instead of rattling her, my punches seem to only make her more and more angry.  Finally, she is able to fight her way through my punches and roll me onto my back again.  This time she manages to straddle me.  She lowers her chin to protect her throat after I change my aim, but my punches are growing weaker and weaker.  Kitten seems to be getting stronger and stronger, by contrast.  

The strength sapped from my body, I am soon completely overpowered.  Kitten wraps her hands deep in my hair and bangs my head off the sidewalk until I am nearly unconscious.  Kitten slips one hand from my hair and punches me over and over in the face until I fear she has broken my nose.  She laughs and taunts me more and more with each blow.  

She say never have I know it when it felt so good
Never have I knew it when I knew I could
Never have I done it when it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the broad daylight

The beating finally ends with Kitten standing up and stomping my ribs a few times.  I lie on my back sobbing and begging her to stop, but she simply laughs and kicks me harder.  “Poor little Joni isn’t so tough now, huh?  Where’s the tattooed slut?  Tell her she’s next.”

Funny Kitten should mention Gemma.  Just as the words leave her mouth, a blur slams into her body and knocks her to the ground.  I can hear the brief struggle but soon I only hear Kitten begging and crying for someone to stop.  “God bless you, Gemma,” I say through swollen lips.  How did she know where to find me?

My body wracked with pain, I manage to sit up.  Kitten is lying face up with a shorter woman straddling her slamming punch after punch into her face.  The crowd finally manages to pull the girl off the sobbing Kitten (why the fuck didn’t they pull her off me?  Bastards!).  

“Gemma, thank God you showed up.”

“What did you call me?”  The girl who came to my aid asks.  My eyes grow wide and I can only look on in dumbfounded shock as the woman from South Dakota looks at me with an amused look on her face.  “C’mon.  Let’s get out of here,” she says extending her hand to me.

It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway goes on forever

[Marie B.]

As Joni wanders the streets of the city..........ever wary of what lies ahead.......and behind.

[Laurie Breeze]

“Gemma, thank God you showed up.”

“What did you call me?”  The girl who came to my aid asks.  My eyes grow wide and I can only look on in dumbfounded shock as the woman from South Dakota looks at me with an amused look on her face.  “C’mon.  Let’s get out of here,” she says extending her hand to me.

It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway goes on forever

Something tells me things are about to get even more interesting, if that's possible! Fasten your seat belts!



xoxo

~L~

[steph]

great Chapter Joni   

[T aka Tony]

Joni, I love your imagination! Always have, always will! Cheers! T

[Jonica]

Joni, I love your imagination! Always have, always will! Cheers! T

Hello Tony.  Juliet says hi, too.


Great chapter, Joni!  Can't wait to read the next part!

~ Justine xxx

lol, thanks bitch!



J
xoxo

[Jonica]

As Joni wanders the streets of the city..........ever wary of what lies ahead.......and behind.

Cool pic of the Cafe Du Mond, but it looks like I'm about to pass out in the gutter. 



Thanks Marie!



J
xoxo

[Jonica]

“Gemma, thank God you showed up.”

“What did you call me?”  The girl who came to my aid asks.  My eyes grow wide and I can only look on in dumbfounded shock as the woman from South Dakota looks at me with an amused look on her face.  “C’mon.  Let’s get out of here,” she says extending her hand to me.

It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway goes on forever

Something tells me things are about to get even more interesting, if that's possible! Fasten your seat belts!



xoxo

~L~

Hang on, Laurie!  It's about to get weird.  lol



J
xoxo

[Jonica]

Pete, Steph, and Tony,

Thank you all for your very kind remarks.  As for my imagination, my rl is just as strange. As the song says:

I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of push and shove

*hugs*

J
xoxo

[Laurie Breeze]

“Gemma, thank God you showed up.”

“What did you call me?”  The girl who came to my aid asks.  My eyes grow wide and I can only look on in dumbfounded shock as the woman from South Dakota looks at me with an amused look on her face.  “C’mon.  Let’s get out of here,” she says extending her hand to me.

It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway goes on forever

Something tells me things are about to get even more interesting, if that's possible! Fasten your seat belts!



xoxo

~L~

Hang on, Laurie!  It's about to get weird.  lol



J
xoxo

Terrific, just what I always wanted....to be trapped on a runaway bizarro rollercoaster with a crazy Cajun at the switch!!!



~L~