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Willy Creech had no intention of going to the official prom night at the high school. He could of had if he had wanted to. But he was going to the house party Spanella Brash was having at her house. Though Spanella looked like she could beat a rhinocerous to the ground with a double cheesebuger in one hand, she did have good parties. And her momma, Janice, twelve years older than Spanella, was a bonafide 'nasty gurl', with a thing for fast living men and boys of the deep pockets type. She would be there too. Though a plus size, she wasn't as big as Spanella had grown up to be, and she liked to wear her clothes tight and short. Willy pulled up to the liquor store on Miller to get a malt liquor. There would be 'oil' at the party, but they favored that what Willy called, "goldfish tank" beer.
"Wat happenin' dawg? You goin' to the thang at Spanella's?" Curtis Burns to show he could be 'cool' had purposely been dumb in class, then dropped out last semester. Sam Magnum didn't like him, and once knocked him out at the gym for laughing too loud when James Lee pinned Sam's shot to the backboard when Sam had been driving in for a dunk. One of the "Deep Into It" crime kids, Daryl 'Salty' Salts said Curtis had been a snitch up at the junior pen upstate. Curtis was outside standing on the side of the store with two younger guys, passing a quart of beer between them. One of the pair, a pimply faced one with a mist of mustache on his upper lip, looked like he still got whuppin's. The other one was trying to go steely, but his glasses threw the attempted effect off. Willy smiled anyway and struck a pose, with a hand in his slacks pocket. " That wuz my intentions. She been havin' some good ones lately." "And punkasses like you can't come", he said to himself. Curtis took another gulp of the nearly empty bottle. Drumroll. " Yo bro? Can you spare some change? Me and the fellas got this urge for another quart, but we low on funds." " You guys drinkin' malt or reg'lar? I'll get ya two quarts," Willy said, having cash on hand and feeling magnaminous to these three low status bastards. Curtis stretched his eyes then smiled a broad yellow toothed grin. " Hey now! That'll work, ma man!" The eyeglass wearing wannabe bad, started grinning too. Willy didn't like the way the pimply faced other one licked his lips and nodded his head at him, giving back a shy gurl smile. " Be right back. "
Mr. Draper who owned this and two other 'oil stores' in the neighborhood, was behind the counter, a pipe in his mouth and the latest Sizzlin' Booty Review on the counter. Mrs. Draper didn't allow such in her house, being a church going woman. But the stores were a different matter. There on a separate rack in all their clear wrapped glory, were the gurls, in either a nude nude or a teasing bikini shot. Most were white, but there were a few specialty mags with Asian, Latinas, and a couple like SBR, the Real Deal Gurls! Mr. Draper looked up from the gurl romping on the beach, to see Wiily enter. With the "This place is mine!" smile he had developed over the years, he greeted Willy and then went back to the magazine. Willy went along the aisle where the beers and pops were, passing a pair of lovebirds not falling over each other as they hee-hee'd and giggled up to the register. He got a sixteenth ounce malt for himself, then thought on what brand to get the trio outside. With a deep shrug of his shoulders, Willy went ahead and got two quarts of name brand malt liquor. It wasn't his brand, but it would suit them just nicely. He paid for the purchase, Mr. Draper gave his " C'mon back anytime", smile and nod, and went back to the pictorial. Willy got his can out the bag before he stepped outside. Once outside, he had a moment before he saw the body of the funny kid go sailing by and over the hood of his car!
It slammed into the hood of the pearl grey limo. James Lee popped up through the sunroof, just as the driver hit the brakes. Willy dropped the liquor and reached for the revolver he had in his back waist band. "Wat da fuk's goin'on,Willy ?", James shouted on recognizing Willy. Willy made it around the corner of the building then suddenly stopped. The creature had the head of a flame-red eyed wolf, it stood on the torso and legs of a great croc, while it had the skin wings of a giant bat! Curtis was beneath the right clawed foot,feebly squirming, The four eyed kid had just been torn in two,the beast gulping down the spilling entrails. "Ain't this a bitch!" Willy followed that up with three shots. Mr. Draper with an angry, interrupted look on his face, came around the corner with his sawed off double barrel shotgun.
"Oh my god!" " You worship this mutha?", asked James who was out the limo, which raced off down the street, the body sliding off and tumbling onto the asphalt, a ball of light between his cupped palms. Willy snapped two more shots off, but the creature's torso seemed to absorb them. It slung the lower trunk at Willy causing him to flatten to the sidewalk. "Oh my good Lord!' With that Mr. Draper dropped to his knees, his hands clasped in prayer. James hurled the ball at the creature. Before it could take flight, with the unfortunate Curtis in its grasp, the ball slammed into its torso. There was an explosion of blue light and the beast was sent head over heels backwards, sending the corpse of Curtis into the air towards Mr. Draper. It crashedlanded onto Mr. Draper. James sent another ball this time into the beast's mouth and down its throat. It erupted into fragments that briefly sizzled then disappeared. Willy stood up dusting himself off. " How's things be with you, J-Wizard?' James went to check on the unconcious Mr. Draper. He rolled Curtis off him then began messaging the sides of Mr. Draper's gray haired head. Then with a loud 'yeech', he started to manipulate the wounds on the form of Curtis. " Why you doing all that?" "Making it look like Curtis took a blast from that double barrel. What brought all this on?" Willy hunched his shoulders and spread his hands. "Hell, I don't know! I guess these three doofuses looked like an easy meal. Hey! You wuz goin' to Spanella's thang?' " I was," James Lee said frowning. He started off to where the other unfortunate lay in the street, cars going around it slowly. " You gonna make it look like he got that far with a load of shotgun off in his azz?" " Yeah! Put that other po' slob off in the dumpster." " Why ain't you gonna do it? I got my party suit on,shit!" James Lee looked at the now dusty Willy, " Not really! Besides I ain't gonna stretch my azz all out and give myself a headache! Just do it, okay?" Gunshots on a weekday night over by a liquor store declared that you didn't need to be nosy and walk down that way. By the time the cops rolled up, Mr. Draper was sitting on the curb, Willy had dropped James over to Amanda Harper's, who had been his prom date and in the limo. And he decided to go home. Not even Spanella's thang could match what happened. And the original 'Big Sleep' was going to be on tv! And he had gotten a six pack and two bottles of Strawberry Hill !