An Ultra Violent Fairy Tale by Pete Bertino - HTML preview

46 AN ULTRA VIOLENT FAIRY TALE

“Well I don’t know. Just a few.” he said looking confused and drooling a little.

She hoped she didn’t use too much of the Torgo mushroom, the potion was known to cause brain damage sometimes. She sucked in a breath of frustration but continued her questions.

“Where did you see them?”

“Uh, I saw them walking around one of the speakeasies...”

“Which one?”

“I...didn’t go in...I didn’t see the name...” he said sounding confused and slightly alarmed.

“The street name, tell me the name of the street you saw them walking.” she said grabbing the tourist by the wrist making him yelp.

“Hagen street.” he said shaking like he was freezing as he began to drool more.

“Go throw yourself off a cliff.” she said letting him go.

He eagerly ran off to a side road that went up a mountain that was tall and its cliff far away, the potion would run out long before he got there but maybe not. Glitterbelle didn’t worry about the tourist, she marched down the road and into the city. The sounds of it had reached her long before she saw the city, she knew she’d have to keep low until she was ready to strike.

She kept her wings folded and walked in the shadows of alleys with her head low and eyes high and as she walked behind a modest looking home with red lights in its windows a storm cellar door at its base popped open. Seeming to rise out of the ground was a helmeted soldier of The Order, alone. He stumbled coming up the last step and the echo of laughter that followed him was cut off by the closing of the cellar doors.

The soldier fixed himself and laughed unaware of the fairy watching. He had come out this way to avoid being caught leaving the whore house by a superior officer. He was still smiling from his much too fast encounter when Glitterbelle put her hand over his mouth and he breathed in the pores with a gulping breath.