Part 7: Dorothy and doom
As Harold escorts Chloe to the construction studio, pinning one hand to her hip behind her and pinning the other hand behind her head, Chloe can’t help but feel as those she is in a horror movie as Harold was one of those people she never wanted to meet let alone be held by. Whenever she went backstage to meet the actresses and actors, Harold always seemed like the elephant in the room who would ruin the moment or “good vibes” of the aftershow with his gloomy and even creepy presence. Being caught by him, therefore, is a scary movie night except that she is in the movie. Chloe is in good enough shape to run circles around Harold, but with him possessing a gun in a tight area, she can only comply. When they arrive near towards Harolds workbench, she is shocked to see the situation Felicia is in. She says:
Chloe: No fucking way! Felica? That you? I hope you are enjoying that dangle after chocking me out, bitch!
Harold: *covers her mouth* Lower the pitch of that trap, lady. Ya don’t even look at each without my say so, got it? *uncovers her mouth*. Now, lean over of the bench.
Chloe: Get off of me you greaseball. She was my capture before yours and I should have her back to bring her to justice.
Harold: She can’t be yours anymore because she tried to steal my jewels *says as he measures Chloe’s wrists*. I told her, once ya try to steal stuff from my vault, you become a part of the loot. She may as well be a statue made of diamond now. Oh, and also, keep your palms together AND still. I am in no mood for wrestlin’. *Says this as he puts her in a double column tie with extra/loose ends wrapping around the upper sides*
Chloe: Wait, I didn’t try to steal from you, so why are you tying me up? You don’t have to do that for someone who is trespassing. Also….ouch! Do you have to make this so tight?
Harold: Sorry, but you got small wrists. As for the trespass, I ain’t too good at math, but I know enough to know that if you want to re-claim that woman you called….who again? Felica? Then you are trying to steal a jewel of mine that then makes you a jewel. You are no longer just *pulls her shoulder back to see her nametag* Chloe anymore, but Chloe Crystal. Just another necklace or ring to me.
Chloe: More like some perverted fantasy, I bet y-
Harold: Hey! I am telling you like I told Felicia, I don’t care if it was a guy who looks like me or that cartoon lady Jessica Rabbit in a bikini, ya all will get tied up if ya break my law *says as he finished tying her waist and then begins tying her thighs*.
Chloe: Oh, you expect me to believe you don’t have a preference?
Harold: Catchin’ hot ladies is a bonus, but it don’t matter. My law still stands. You probably wouldn’t mind catchin’ Batman if ya got the drop on him.
Chloe: *Imagines a femdom fantasy in that comic book* Hmmm, I think you have a point there. *She says as Harold finishes tying her ankles*
Once Harold has her legs and ankles secure, he positions Chloe on the workbench so that he can hogtie her. Once this is complete she is tape-gagged and then Harold calls his wife with an update. Dorothy, his wife, says she will come by to help him handle these new “jewels” of his. Dororthy and Harold live in a standard two-story townhouse on the outskirts of the city and got married soon after they met. Harold began working at the theatre as an apprentice and, after being laid off from numerous jobs throughout his career, and often having to work menial manual labor jobs when not being able to get any carpentry jobs let alone a specialized one for theater, was eventually re-employed at Crimson theater where he started his career. Unfortunately, due to him being anxious about job security, he decided to steal jewelry from patrons of the theater by taking the jewelry from their purse or wallet and leaving the rest for the stewards to put into the lost and found bin.
As Harold checks the tension in Chloe’s hogtie, Dorothy bursts through both doors and says:
Dorothy: Honey! I am here! Let’s take a look at these diamond ladies ya nabbed!
Dorothy is the same height as Harold with a loud and commanding voice that comes across as bossy. She is a bit overweight and butch but she tries to cover up it up with bright lipstick, curly hair, crescent moon earrings, a dark blue dress with crystal ball icons scattered all over it, fishnet leg stockings, and black short heels. Her attire indicates that she is interested in Wicca and believes in things like burying crystals in the soil to “recharge” them among other seemingly bombastic rituals. Harold has also given her a complete summary of what happened over the phone while he searched for Javelynn, so Dorothy knows Harold is, to her, justified. When Dorothy makes her boisterous way onto the stage, her feet clattering on the floor in enthusiasm, she puts her hands to her chin in happy shock and says:
Dorothy: Oh my moon! Harold! These two are lovely! What are their names?
Harold: This gal on the bench is Chloe and the one hangin’ is Felicia.
Dorothy: I know that you see them as just jewels now but…I can do so much with them!
Harold: I bet you can. You and that Coven of yours.
When Chloe hears the word “Coven”, her eyes widen as she thinks to herself:
Chloe: WOW! And I thought Harold was creepy. His wife actually lives whatever witchy gimmick she has going on.
Felicia, being more observant, looks at the drawing board Harold uses and begins to put two and two together when she sees a promotional poster titled: “Sorceress Redman Returns”. She then thinks to herself:
Felicia: Oh, I see now. Harold’s wife is both a Wiccan and a damn stage magician! They met here at Crimson Theater! Ugh.
Dorothy then studies Felicia and can’t help but notice that she seems familiar. She sees that Felicia is in exceptional shape, but can’t seem to match her profile to an another image. She just as a feeling that Felicia is a person of note, but of what she does not know. Dorothy then says:
Dorothy: Chloe is pretty but you, my dear, are something else. *She turns to Harold and says* Alright honey, I have enjoyed your display for long enough. Let’s lower Felicia into one of the gimmick cages used to fake sawing someone in half but chain up the middle of it to make it a real cage. Once done, cover the cage with the magicians black cloth and I will do the same with Chloe when I get her tied to a dolly and wheel her out.
With the parking lot empty at midnight, no one is there to see Felicia or Chloe bound even if they were uncovered. Harold places Felicia into the boot of his car while Chloe goes into the boot of Dorothy’s car. They then drive back to their house.
After escaping the theatre, an injured Javelynn wearily climbs up the metal to the top of a random building to avoid being spotted by any inquisitive police officers and to rest. She looks into the distance and sees a dark outline of a person swinging from building-to-building. Upon seeing this, she starts to get nervous as she recognizes the movement of this figure as being too familiar to doubt. This figure then lands onto a street light and then hangs underneath it’s glow which unveils her as Silk! Also known as Cindy Moon! The Korean-American Spidergirl who has similar abilities to Spiderman and a former friend of Black Cat! She was once a skinny entomology student who would skip gym class because it was uninteresting to her, but when she was biten by that radioactive spider, her enhanced physiology made her as thick and curvaceous as Black Cat because her new powers forced her to be more active. In surprise, Javelynn says:
Javelynn: Oh……..my. Just my freakin luck. Damnit! *Punches the ground as she gets up*
Even though Javelynn lightly punched the ground in frustration, this soundwave, although small, was large enough to be picked up by Cindy’s Silk-sense 300 yards away. Silk turns to where Javelynn is and catapults herself with such accuracy that she lands right in front of Javelynn in one leap. Silk immediately constructs a large spiderweb, picks Javelynn up over hear head, throws her into the web, then webs her hands and feet to the web with four quick-fire shots from her web shooters. The web shot that hits Javelynn’s injured ankle makes her cry out in pain, but Silk does not care. Silk then says:
Silk: TELL ME where Felicia is! I am getting distress signals that she is not doing well.
Javelynn: How am I to know? Shouldn’t your Silk-sense be able to direct you?
Silk: Listen, bitch, this spider sense of mine can pick up distress signals, but it isn’t a GPS system. I know you and her are rivals, and you look as though you have been injured in a fight with someone. Care to explain?
Javelynn: Some idiotic security guard with a flamethrower caught my ankle. I will return to that bank to kick is head open when this heals up.
Silk: I am sure. Look, my Silk sense is being jammed by an increase of Pheromones frequencies caused by Fang of the Spider Society so that I don’t see her coming. She wants to steal my powers.
Javelynn: Oh, boo-hoo. I am sorry to hear that.
Silk: This should be of concern to you as well, after inheriting the wealth of her Dad, Ezekial Sims, she paid off the governments confiscation department to steal the seized equipment of that place you worked for. Remember the canine humanoids?
Javelynn: No way? You mean Hydra? Those bastards! Stealing that equipment I helped them acquire. I worked hard for them until Hawkeye ruined the project. I wouldn’t mind smashing Fang myself when my ankle gets better.
Silks is pleased to hear this and then frees Javelynn from the webbing before saying:
Silk: I am glad you came around. So, where is Felicia?
Felicia: She might still be at the theater after our….theatrical fight.
Silk: Thanks, hope the ankle heals up soon. *Silk leaves*
