Mission: Don't @ Me Part 2

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

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On the second floor above Leo as he climbed the facade of the mansion was a window covered by heavy curtains that blocked out all the light from coming in. Inside the room was a study complete with a desk and book cases, with the recent addition of a cot placed against the wall to the side where Holtman spend his days. IVs dripped down into his arms, his feet strapped to the frame, but his hands left free as there was really no fight in him. The old man lulled, head swaying, and uttered incoherences day after day. This room looked to be less crowded by flowers than the rest, until one looked at the ceiling: flowers coated the ceiling thickly and drizzled down pollen day in and day out.

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo often prided himself on his super-physical abilities. Climbing a tall building was a piece of cake for him. He could reach very high ledges and simply rely on his flexibility and elasticity to easily take him there. He had climbed skyscrapers before; two floors in a big mansion was basically nothing. He had the choice of two windows. One had a light on inside and one didn't. It was shielded by dark curtains. So, that was the one Leo picked. He perched himself expertly on the ledge, pulled his pistol out and smacked it hard against the window until the glass broke. Then, he squeezed his way in.

It was dark, but once Leo spread the curtains open, he could see what lay within the room.

What he saw looked like it came straight out of a nightmare. The room, although fancy, was marred by the obvious addition of deadly datura on the ceiling. "*AY, carajo!*" He gasped, his voice muffled behind the gas mask, eyes traveling down to the bed where, lo and behold, the old man was laying. Leo's chest tightened. This was tragic.

Leo nearly tumbled over a chair as he rushed to the guy's side. "Helllooo. Are you señor Holtman?" He said, leaning over the bed. He waved a gloved hand in front of the man's face and looked all around at the medical equipment surrounding them. "Hey, Holtman, ya' dead?"

## sephet

Kyle laughed humourlessly and held his hands out, gesturing to the rest of the cellar, untouched wine bottles and a book on the floor. His hair was a frazzled mess at this point he’d run his hands through it so many times, dark circles while not entirely foreign to his face were giving his eyes a sunken look. He scratched the stubble at his chin and grasped for an answer he was comfortable giving. Bad enough the others had seen him lose his mind, he didn’t need to talk about it to Sam.

“Not much. Guess it turns out you can’t annoy someone into letting you go. Kidnapping’s funny like that.” His smile was practically a wince as he tried to pass things off as a joke. “I mean I guess it’s about as furnished as my apartment so I shouldn’t complain… better insulation.”

October 8, 2018

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Holtman turned his head slowly and looked up at Leo with a gaze lost in space, mumbling word quietly and incoherently.It was clear he wasn't dead, but it was also clear he wasn't all there. The old man was wrapped in a robe and looked to be healthy at first sight, but the wounded skin around his ankles where the restraints caused friction gave away how long he'd been tied to the cot. Holtman's mumbling began to follow a lull, a broken attempt a uttering the lyrics to the song playing faintly through the walls.

October 9, 2018

## Mob Boss Peggy

"Ayyy-yiyi..." Leo lamented, shocked as he looked over the figure of the man in the bed. He was even restrained so that he couldn't move even if he wanted to. The guy was incoherent, drugged to oblivion. Leo had never witness a disgusting crime such as this. It angered him. He took to unstrapping the old man from the bed, freeing his ankles and wrists.

"You see, *ese*? This is what happens when you stick your dick in crazy." He said, his voice soft. "Shoulda' stuck with pussy your own age. Or even remotely close. Man, you are lucky to be alive."

Leo knew at this point that he should've called the police then. Or Judge Willoughby. But they weren't out of danger yet. Kyle was still trapped, and there was still DeeDee to worry about. Somehow, he knew that the music coming from the other room was coming from that evil piece of shit. He was running this place like a dictator. Seeing the head of the household in this condition made that obvious.

He pulled out his phone and took a quick photo of Holtman. For evidence if anything happened. Then, he sent out a text directly to Sam.

"found the old man. he's really fucked up. need that door code. ana find you yet?"(edited)

October 10, 2018

## Vodka Aunt

Annie opens her mouth to say something but finds herself unable to muster any words, other than a moment to mourn whatever witty thing she had to say she seemed unbothered. She instead blows Leo a kiss, strapping her mask on before gathering the nurse's belongings from the seat. She had given the phone a quick perusal, trying to get a feel for how the woman behaved.

Anastasia stands with her best impression of the woman's posture, she hadn't gotten too good a look but if there was anything it was good at it was improvisation. She breathes a silent sigh of relief when she's waved through.

When the maid approaches her, she simply raises the bag the nurse had carried out as an explanation, breezing past the maid without a second glance.

The key to mimicking is confidence, something Anastasia has in abundance.
She pauses in the hall, taking in her surroundings.

She pulls out her phone to text sam; *WHERE AM I GOING?*
She was making sure to stay out of sight of other staff members to avoid looking suspicious but she wasn't sure what exactly she was looking for, trying to recall what Sam had said earlier while looking for Kyle.

October 11, 2018

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Downstairs at the lobby the maid that had greeted Annie only nodded when she was shown the bag, hands held in front of her lap meekly as she waited for the nurse to make her way upstairs. Instead, an awkward pause fell as the nurse stood in her place and texted in silence. The maid turned to walk away but hesitated, turning back to the nurse "i-is there anything I can get you?" The maid was noticeably nervous about addressing the nurse, it was possible to insinuate the tired-faced medical professional hadn't exactly been friendly to the staff in the past. "Mr. Valentine is in the reading room I believe."

## whipding

Sam smiled sympathetically at Kyle, not really noticing if it made him uncomfortable. Whatever he'd been through, Sam was neither capable or willing to understand it - the idea that he might've been tortured barely crossed his mind. He seemed alright, and that was enough.

"Yeah, well, maybe you'll get the whole place once we're done here."

At this point, his phone began to buzz incessantly - a message from Leo. His hand whipped it out, and he glared at the screen before typing out a reply. *havent heard from her yet. How bad is he? we need daya?*

Almost the instant he'd clicked send, another message came through, this time from the one and only. He rolled his eyes - it would be weird to send another message to Leo now. Regardless, he replied to Annie too: *we're in the basement near the kitchen, door's got a fancy keypad lock on it. need a password to get out. think flower boy is upstairs if you wanna go after him.*

October 12, 2018

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo walked around the room, pacing and waiting for an answer from Redux. He was looking for the source of the music. Which room could it be? Which room was that fucker lounging in while the poor old man was hanging on by a thread?

Finally, a response. Leo typed out his message quickly.

"bad. we need to get him out of here. im gonna go find ddv, i think i know where he is."

And Leo knew just how to do it. He squeezed his elastic body back out through the window and took hold of the window frame on the outside. A skillful climber because of his ability, Leo jumped and swung from each windowsill and balcony until he pressed his ear against the glass to hear the clear sound of music.

He was on a lavish balcony belonging to someone who clearly had fine taste. The black-clad man carefully and quietly slid open the glass door, reaching into his pants to pull out his pistol as he stealthily stepped through.(edited)

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

*But wait a minute, something's gone wrong.* The lyrics to Love and Happiness blared through the speaker just as Dee Dee lazily craned his neck over the armrest of the chair he lounged on towards the quiet noise coming from the balcony. He blinked at the figure creeping through the door, wondering which one of his guard had been standing there all along, as his legs draped down and his feet landed on the ground. "Tsk" he hated his alone time being interrupted.

However, his condescending anger switched to surprise, the grip he had on the small replica statue tightening as he realized this wasn't one of his guard. Dee Dee sprung upright and stared at the figure wide-eyed, the flowers he'd been blooming opening their petals wide. His breath quickened and his hand dove into his pocket to pull out his phone so he could call security.

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo was quick to react as he leaped from behind the curtains. He flicked off the safety of the pistol and pointed it directly at the blonde. "Don't fucking move!" He shouted, muffled from behind the gas mask. The latin man saw the flowers open and dread began to creep up into his throat, but just seeing the young man himself infuriated Leo. His hands were steady and feet were planted, but the intruder really *really* didn't want to fire his weapon on that young man.

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Dee Dee froze at the muffled command and the sight of a gun, slowly pulling back his hand from his pocket sans phone and holding up his arms into a pose of surrender. “Alright... take it easy, babe” he said with a cocky smile, eyeing the gas mask hiding the intruder’s face. It seemed whoever this was knew about his power and had come prepared, leaving him defenseless. “Let’s talk.”

## Mob Boss Peggy

"I'm not talking to you, motherfucker. What's the door code?" Leo barked back, his voice far gruffer than usual. He stared back at the young man. It took a lot of fucking nerve to keep an old man hostage and take over his money and his life. With a face like DeeDee's the old homo never stood a chance.

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Dee Dee paused, encountering a moment of clarity. Turns out he little twerp Kyle did have friends on his side after all. The bottle blonde’s eyes narrowed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” he claimed darkly. He wasn’t going to give up the code– Dee Dee was many horrible things but he wasn’t stupid. He knew the minute the masked man got the code there would be a bullet between his eyes. “Jog my memory– what are you asking for, exactly?”(edited)

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo had no patience for this. He also wasn't a killer *or* a massive idiot, so he lowered his gun and flicked on the safety again, tucking it back into the belt of pants. If he had fired, the sound would've attracted *everybody*, and that wasn't ideal for the mission *or* his friends.

Yeah, he'd jog that fucker's memory.

Instead of a bullet through the eyes, Leo grit his teeth and let his stretchy arm fly as quick as the snap of a rubberband, gloved fist aimed between the blonde's eyes.

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Dee Dee exhaled the moment he heard the safety go on again, lowering his arms thinking he had managed to calm down his aggressor. He might just be able to talk his way out of this one.

However, all hopes of this ending diplomatically went out the window the moment Leo’s fist collided with his face and sent him tumbling back onto his ass. Dee Dee landed with a thud, a cloud of pollen arising from the impact. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, holding the bridge of his nose “oh I remember you.” It was stretchy guy from the hall. “So you’re here to collect your little friend? You can have him if you promise to be on your way.”

## Vodka Aunt

Anastasia starts when she's addressed by the maid. Picking up on the woman's nerves, she narrows her own eyes and puts her limited sign language vocabulary to the test. She gently pats her own chest twice before placing both her fists under her chin. What she said was \* MINE. DENY. \* she was essentially telling the maid that it was none of her business.

Not wanting to be further scrutinized, she flees the room. Ever the eloquent texter, she responds to Sam with a simple *K*.

Scanning the room she had just entered, Anastasia was pleased to have discovered the fancy looking door. She was glad she physically couldn't speak because the first thing that came to mind was "ooh shiny".
Just like in the text there was a keypad barring her entrance. It looked expensive and she couldn't see any obvious weak spots she could exploit. Not to mention her trying to pry the whole thing off of the wall would draw a lot of unwanted attention.

Deciding that up was her next best bet the Mimic finds the nearest staircase and climbs it quickly. She peeked into every door she passed as inconspicuously as possible until she stops in front of one with a similar lock to downstairs. She pulls out the nurse's phone, scrolling through the notes until she finds one helpfully titled *"Client's code"* and tests her luck on the door. Her pleased smile falls away as she catches sight of Holtman.

She stops dead in her tracks, hand slapping over the gas mask. *Now* she understood why the woman's bag was full of medical crap.

Old people made Anastasia deeply uncomfortable, they reminded her of her own mortality. Without ever fully assessing him, she turns away from the sickly man to rifle through his desk for the code they needed, determined to keep her gaze as far away from him as possible.
She felt gross digging through someone else's stuff, especially when they were right there and mumbling incoherently to themselves.(edited)

October 13, 2018

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

While Ana rummaged through the desk Holman groaned and lulled a few feet away in his cot, stirred by the presence in the room. In the desk there were typical office supplies, a few folders of indecipherable figures that kept track of his profit, and at the very back an enveloped marked ‘Dee Dee’ in bold golden letters.

The letter, a love letter, was headed by the words “Welcome home Dee Dee” in smooth fountain pen cursive. It was a few pages long and filled with verse and flowery language, most of it expressing how happy the old man was that Dee Dee had agreed to move into the mansion with him. In between tooth-ache inducing words of love were details on how the mansion operated– the names of a few key employees, a list of the cars in the garage, the location of all liquor cabinets, and the codes to his safe and private rooms simply listed as “the date of the evening we met.”(edited)

October 14, 2018

## Mob Boss Peggy

When DeeDee fell back and the mist of pollen puffed up from his figure, Leo dropped back a little reflexively, but his defensiveness didn't last for long. Leo marched into the dissipating mist and grabbed the young man by his shirt rough enough to rip it a little as he wrenched him to the floor.

He sat on the man's chest and one by one, Leo's thankfully covered hands started wrenching flowers out of Deedee's skin and tossed them on the floor. Leo knew that he was covered in pollen now and didn't know what would happen to him later because of it, so he had to be fast.

"Call off security." The man said lowly, with a near-growl in his uncommonly serious voice.

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Leo was quick and knew how to fight, which was tilting the stage against Dee Dee. The bottle blonde grunted and thrashed to get away from his attacker’s vice grip, but succeeded only in tearing his silk florals further. “Let go of me! I’ll make you regret the day you were- ah!” The vines attached to his body were being ripped out viciously, causing his jaw to clench down and his features to screw in pain.

By the time he was deflowered his face was red and his once confident demeanor was shattered. “Fine, *fine*” he said between pants holding up his hands “I need my phone.” Dee Dee moved slowly and pulled the phone out of his pocket, hands shaking as he tapped on the screen. The three-word text message he send his guard’s was simple: *reading room now*.

Not one second after the message had been sent loud noises poured into the house from the outside. The gates from the mansion shut and locked, the radios buzzed and crackled with orders, the dogs’ paws scratched against the hardwood as they rushed in, the maids shrieked and ran into the kitchen.

However, instead of trained men kicking down the door and saving the day, the sounds of boots against hardwood dissipated. The flowers that coated the second floor had poisoned the guards before they could reach their destination. The men tumbled to the ground in incoherent mumbles with unfocused eyes. The dogs lied on their sides, drooling foam, and wheezed, their body mass to low to endure the toxins.

Dee Dee looked up at Leo in the sudden silence, teeth clattering from nerves, as he realized just how fucked he was.

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo leaned back to let DeeDee retrieve his phone, and he leaped up off of him in alarm at all of the ensuing sounds. The dogs, the yelling, the shouting and the sounds of heavy footsteps and doors slamming. Leo clenched his fists. He had to be ready for anything. When everything fell eerily silent after a few moments, the hero's stomach twisted. His nerves flared. Something had gone horribly, disgustingly wrong.

He reached down and wound his elastic arm twice around the young man's shoulder, ripping it out of its socket as he began to drag him along and out of the room.

Leo's breath caught and his heart might as well have stopped beating. He had been expecting the cavalry waiting for him with guns drawn, but they were all on the floor. They were all... *Dying*. If they weren't dead already. Not even the animals had been spared. The arm constricting Deedee's shoulder tightened, and that hand grabbed a handful of the blonde's hair, wrenching his neck back forcefully. In Leo's rage, he wanted to just pull it a *little more*.

"*Monstruo!* I should kill you! No... No. That would make me no better than you." Stepping over the bodies and dragging DeeDee forcefully through by the arm and by his hair, Leo brought the villain downstairs. He wasn't the least bit gentle, even knocking the young man into walls whenever he could. He couldn't stand being so close to someone so cruel.

Leo passed the kitchen and upon seeing the gas masked man the maids recoiled in horror, eyes drawn to the young man who had been a massive presence in that mansion for who knew how long. In complete submission.

"The wine cellar. Where is it?!" Leo barked at them and quickly received an answer from the terrified women. "Get out! Go home!" He said, as he dragged DeeDee further into the house and down into the cellar where he threw Datura hard into the door. He could hear the pattering of women's feet as they ran to escape.

"Open it."(edited)

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

The screams of pain coming from Dee Dee as Leo forcefully dislocated his shoulder were visceral. His soft slippers fell off and left his feet bare as he kicked and scrambled to pull away from Leo’s elastic grip. The sounds coming from him only became louder as he was dragged out into the hall past his dying guards and dogs, not because he was upset they’d been poisoned but because he knew this could very well be the end of him. Dee Dee had gotten far, and he wasn’t ready to let go of the fortune he’d sank his teeth into. “No, you can’t-“ this couldn’t be the end... not over some sad sap he’d decided to take hostage on impulse.

By the time he the reached the wine cellar the blonde’s beautiful face was drenched in sweat, tears, and spit. The sheer humiliation of being dragged around like a dirty rag in front of his staff would never leave him. Dee Dee exclaimed as his bones collided with the solid wooden door and fell to his knees, breathing shallow. He looked up at Leo pathetically trying his best to bloom some buttercups from his ribs to keep them out of sight. “I’ll open it” he said hoarsely “but you have to leave. Take him and go, forget everything you saw here today. I’ll buy your silence, name your price.”

## Mob Boss Peggy

DeeDee couldn't see it beneath the mask, but Leo stared at him in disbelief at his conditions. Did this *murderer* and *kidnapper* think that things would go back to normal if Leo and his team just left the mansion never to look back? All of those security guards... Did he think the families they left behind would let him live peacefully? Did he think that nobody else would ever come looking for Mr. Holtman? The state of the house itself was an abomination. He would *never* get away with any of it. With that being said...

"I swear by La Virgen de Guadalupe that we will leave your sorry ass to rot in this mansion and speak of it to no one. I don't want anything else from you but for you to open this door."

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Dee Dee hung his head in relief. He struggled to rise to his feet, unable to straighten up properly given the pain coursing through his body. He looked at Leo and studied his features, convinced the masked man wasn’t being sincere. Being out of options there was nothing he could do but trust him. “If you do plan on killing me just... not my face” he said in a serious tone– everything he had and everything he was he owed to his featured and he’d like to take those to the grave. Dee Dee turned and gave Leo his back for a moment while he pressed the code onto the keypad and turned the handle slowly. He needed time. Dee Dee inched the door open and stepped aside, eyes burrowed onto Leo waiting on his next move.

## sephet

Kyle was almost doing a decent job keeping everything together in front of Sam, despite the slightly manic jitters and complete inability to talk seriously about his situation. Part of it felt like he should just be grateful, the only real pain was from trying to sleep on the floor. The emotions bubbled up when the door swung open though, panic constricting in his chest and swiftly boiling into rage. He’d done his best to keep his cool the whole period of imprisonment, sarcasm instead of fear, but now with the security of a rescue giving him just enough confidence to be something more than a pest he rounded on Dee Dee.

In a better mood he’d have gratefully received Leo and Sam and just left, left everything behind and forgotten everything as best he could. Unfortunately for Dee Dee, Kyle had just had a very bad day and was just comfortable enough that if he got drugged again someone would drag him home rather than their bed or a cellar. He stormed up and while he registered that Leo was holding Dee Dee, that the man’s face was wet with tears and pathetically exaggerated with pain, he grabbed Dee Dee’s face with his bare hand.

“Give me one good goddamn reason…” He wasn’t the type to get really radically angry for all he lived in a constant state of mildly irritated, now his voice shook with the effort it took to keep steady. His eyes were lit with a promise that one flower bud would be all the excuse he needed.

## Mob Boss Peggy

Yeah. DeeDee *was* fuckin' pretty, but he was as dark and nasty on the inside as those flowers that bloomed from his body.

There wasn't a synapse in his being that thought about being sincere with DeeDee. Leo wasn't a man of his word to people who didn't deserve it.

There *were* certain things that DeeDee deserved, but Leo didn't feel right being the one to do it.

As if he'd summoned the beast himself with those thoughts, he saw the thin limb of Kyle emerge from the door and spread his slender fingers over his kidnapper's face, threatening something nightmarish. Anyone who knew Kyle's abilities would have been right to fear them.

Leo didn't want to look, but *damn* was it good to see lil' Pestilence alive and well! The masked man stepped back and folded his arms. "His fate is in your hands, *amigo*," He simply said.

October 15, 2018

## whipding

He could scuffling outside, the sound of boots stomping around, then groans of pain, and then... nothing. For a while it seemed like something terrible had happened, but a few minutes later the door that had proved so impenetrable slowly creaked open.

The sight that greeted Sam was the last thing he'd expected, although in hindsight he should have. An incredibly serious-sounding Leo, still clad in gas mask, with the blonde kidnapper in a state, knees on the ground. If that was unexpected though, what came next was practically unthinkable: Kyle's hand was suddenly grasped over the man's face, the implications of which were not lost on anyone present.

This all felt wrong. What'd seemed like a simple rescue mission looked to have turned in to some kind of revenge plot. He knew logically this guy had done something terrible, and he probably deserved *something*, but right now, he was just an unarmed, harmless mess on the ground, surrounded by guys who were literally threatening to disfigure him. He still couldn't comprehend what'd been done to Kyle, and nothing seemed to justify this.

They were the good guys... right?

"H-hey dude, take it easy..." He placed a hand on Kyle's shoulder.

## Vodka Aunt

Most of what she had found was insignificant and quickly discarded to the floor. The bold gold print on the letter immediately snagged the young woman's attention. She gags to herself as she reads the note, the sugary dialogue directed at this man turned her stomach. She had just began to tuck the note away in her pocket when the house went into lockdown. If she could, she would have screamed.

Anastasia moves to bolt towards the door but hesitates, gazing back at the sickly old man. She shakes her head and runs back to Holtman and stands over him assessing the situation.
She pats the old man once on the cheek in her most comforting manner before ripping the IV from his arm and easing both him and the sheet beneath him onto the floor. Remembering the toxic flowers decorating the house, she ties some fabric around his mouth and nose to protect his airways as best she can.

She sheds the disguise, her own form stronger than the nurse's, and begins to drag Holtman along the hall.

"I'm so sorry, I'm rescuing you I promise. My dedushka always told me I had to respect my elders and even if you're kind of gross I can't just leave you here with that monster," she was mostly talking to herself, relieved to be able to hear her own voice again.

She stops for a moment at the top of the stairs to catch her breath only to catch sight of several figures prone on the ground. They looked like security and considering the fact she was technically kidnapping the head of the estate she moved quickly.

She turns the square of sheet so she could keep Holtman's head from banging off the stairs as she gingerly pulled him to the first floor, mumbling an ashamed,"Prosti menya," with every step.

She was surprised to find that the staff had scattered, which was great luck for her considering she hadn't thought that far ahead yet.

She stops dead in her tracks when she comes across her allies. "Oh fuck," she exhales, taking in the scene before her. She knew deep down what she wanted to see happen and felt a twinge of guilt that was quickly overshadowed by all the awful things Dee Dee had done.

She doesn't say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment but equally concerned with the old man she had just dragged down a flight of stairs.

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

Holtman groaned and mumbled something at Annie right before she pulled the IVs from his arms. The needles had been feeding his body the bare essentials to keep his system alive in replacement for good food and sunlight– the old man would be fine without them for a few hours. Holtman could tell something big was happening, but his delusional brain was unable to register or react as he was dragged out of the study and into the hallway where his men lay affected by scopolamine. The guards either lay on the ground holding their heads or tried to rise to their feet with partial success, but none of them noticed Mimic rushing down the stairs.

=

Dee Dee should’ve seen this coming. The moment the door was opened Kyle jumped out of it like and angered possum bursting out of a trash can and grabbed him by the face. The sugar baby stumbled back but remained on his feet only thanks to the grip Pestilence had on him.

He stared at him underneath long lashes knowing he didn’t have one good goddamn reason to give him. “I’m not all bad... you know this” he said in a whisper only Kyle could hear, delivered as his last plea.

Just as death seemed to become inevitable a third man, someone Dee Dee had never seen before, came up behind Kyle and placed a hand on his shoulder. Dee Dee’s eyes flickered to look at the stranger, shocked and confused by what he was saying. He simply couldn’t understand the moral grounds for his intervention. Not that he was opposed– he really hoped Kyle would listen to *this* guy instead of the brown devil.

As if the universe had decided today would be his final judgement, a young woman appeared at the end of the Hall dragging Holman in a sheet. There would be no use in opening the flowers he’d grown from his chest, not with two of them in gas masks. Thankfully his flowers weren’t his best weapon.

Dee Dee looked back at Kyle and softened his gaze, using his one good arm to bring his hand gently over the grip on his face. His movements were tender, his expression pleading as he laid down his testimony: “please... why do you think none of the staff ratted me out this whole time? They hated him. I gave them fair wages... think about them. What will happen to them when I’m gone?” He swallowed hard and used his thumb to caress Kyle’s tense hand.

## sephet

Kyle growled with frustration and kept his eyes on Dee Dee as everything came out. “You can be good, but you don’t. You know the difference between right and wrong, you’re just selfish. Don’t think you’re Robin Hood.”

His fingers itched with the urge to let go with his anger. He wanted to rot Dee Dee’s skin down, leave it black and dead. He wanted to teach this man a lesson, he wanted… He breathed slowly. He didn’t have to be his worst to make a point. He could unleash a perfectly mundane hell… beneath his hand the skin begins to bubble up with boils, acne, and blisters. It itches and stings and stretches and he pushes just far enough that they begin to burst and weep. Maybe if Dee Dee is very careful and very lucky it won’t scar, but it’ll take a long time before everything looks normal again.

“You know what good is, try being that instead.” He pulled his hand back with a grimace and wiped it on his pants. He felt grimy enough as was.

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo had felt such vitriol toward DeeDee that his mind was clouded with vengeance. How *dare* they harm his friends. How *dare* they torment people like that. Leo wasn't a killer - he carried a gun he didn't think he had the nerve to ever use. He could feel the rage bubbling within Kyle, because he was feeling it too.

Sam's appearance broke Leo's intense stare. Annie coming from behind dissolved it entirely.

The sight of her with the old man drew a gasp from the Mexican. "Ay, dios! *ANNIE*, mierda!"

He looked back in time to see and *hear* Deedee's torment and promptly looked away, horrified, but not surprised. "I ain't wit it, I ain't wit it..." The elastic man pushed past them both and strode into the cellar to see where Kyle had been locked up the whole time.

And to see the thousands of dollars in booze he had locked up in there unused.

October 16, 2018

## Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee

The sounds that came out of Dee Dee as he felt his skin bubble and burst under Kyle’s touch could only be described as animal. The moment the bottle blonde was released he fell to his knees holding his face in his hand, hands quivering and touching at the damage exclaiming with abandon. “No, no!” He cried hiding his face, one arm still hanging limp from the socket it had been pulled out of. The money, the power, his beauty– it was all taken from him in a matter of hours.

## Vodka Aunt

"*What!?* The alarm went off and I panicked-- he can't just lay in that bed upstairs to rot while this цветок drains his accounts!" She glances down to check on Holtman, hoping that the IV she had torn from him was just saline instead of medicine

Despite how serious the situation was, Anastasia felt an inappropriate giggle bubble to the surface as the sugar baby begs Kyle for mercy. When the man starts screaming she had to avert her eyes. She was grateful for her gas mask, not very interested in the scent of weeping pustules.

"This is a scene straight out of a horror flick. At least you'll be able to dress up as yourself to costume parties," she offers Dee Dee some consolation lacking much empathy at all. His sobbing only served to make her feel a little uncomfortable.

Something inside the cellar caused Leo's face to light up so Anastasia had to stick her nose in it as well. When she catches sight of the rows of bottles down there her eyebrows shoot up.

"I'm sure Mr. Holtman would want us to bring his fine collection home with us... We are in the process of rescuing him." She looks between Leo, Sam, and Kyle for their opinions on the matter.

## Mob Boss Peggy

"Agreed! But not everything here is worth taking..." Leo answered promptly from inside the cellar. "Let me decide! You guys don't know anything about wine." He bragged. He had a little bit of a collection at home as well. Of expensive gifts. But this was at another level. The man pulled off the chauffer's jacket and used it as a bag to hold the bottles he gathered.

He came out with a crate full of bottles and set the heavy thing in Sam's hands. He ignored DeeDee completely. Leo didn't even want to look at him for fear of losing his breakfast.

With the gas mask on, it was hard to see that he was smiling under it at Kyle. He held his hands up defensively. "Ey, ey, don't touch me! I'm covered in that guy's creepy pollen. Hugs and kisses later, yeah?" The man laughed before he disappeared inside of the cellar again.

## sephet

“There’s some interesting stuff in there, if I knew shit about wine I could tell you, pretty sure I read every label…” Kyle couldn’t help but shiver a little bit, everything settling in has left him shaky and so ready to be anywhere else but here. He glances sidelong at Dee Dee to keep from looking directly at him, and wonders if it’s worth trying to get his phone back, then tentatively reaches to poke at his pockets and see if he can find it. Ultimately the idea of Dee Dee continuing to have that much access to Kyle’s information creeps him out. Dee Dee was vindictive enough when Kyle was annoying, he didn’t want to learn what the man would be like after totally wrecking his life.

October 17, 2018

## Mob Boss Peggy

Leo was rather quick, and together the group found their way to Mr. Holtman's massive garage which nearly caused their elastic companion to cream his pants once he saw the selection of vehicles there.

DeeDee was left where he fell. Leo didn't know whether to call the police on him, or what. He'd take a poll on it later.
Finally, after the overly-excited Mexican was finished ogling the big, shiny objects, they loaded Holtman into a nice, big SUV with tinted windows (and all the bells and whistles). He blasted the air and let the windows down to air it out, and tossed his gas mask in the back seat with the others. After the initial awe of the expensive car collection had ceased, Leo slapped a hand to his forehead. He had forgotten about his *own* car. He booked it out of the garage and off of the estate only to stop it outside of the gates and toss Sam the keys to the Escalade.

On the way back to headquarters, Leo took an abnormal amount of time deciding whether he wanted to call Mr. Finch *or* Judge Willoughby. Eventually, he decided not to call either. At a stop light, Leo sent out a forum post. Yeah. That made sense.