Chapter #5Couples by: Unknown The two went into the depths of the shop. "Why do you always have to be like that, Jimmy? He was just trying to be friendly and make a sale. You're always acting like you're twelve and not twenty-three." Angela, his twenty-one year old girlfriend asked.
Jimmy grabbed her arm, hard and snarled, "Listen! I'm not gonna take any shit from some old fart who can't do more than sit on his ass and get his jollies watching the young girls playing dress-up. Now, I said we were gonna do a party this Halloween and we are? You got a problem with that?"
He let go and she whimpered, "No, I-I'm good."
"Fine. Let's pick out something and get the hell outta here. This place gives me the creeps." Angela rubbed her arm as soon as Jimmy turned away from her. In truth, she wanted to leave him, but was terrified of his violent temper. She never knew when he would explode, but he often did and when it happened, she always paid for it, one way or another...
They wandered around the store for some time, seeing aisles marked as Classic Monsters, Mythological Monsters, Cartoon Characters and Anime Characters before finding a section labeled Couples. "J-Jimmy?" He turned and she backed up, fearing a slap. This time, he merely looked at her. She asked, "Do you want to try down this aisle?" She pointed, her hand shaking slightly.
Jimmy smiled. He had this one trained pretty well. She wasn't completely broken yet, but she would be soon and he'd leave her then. It was how he got his rush, making a girl so she couldn't function without him, then leaving them broken by the wayside to wither and die while he moved on to his next challenge. For him, it was all about the challenge of taking some uppity bitch and bringing them down to where they belonged, scraping along in the dirt.
He motioned for her to go first and watched her move slowly down the aisle. Maybe he'd take her back here. She'd hate it, having him take her and no where to clean herself afterward. She'd hate him for doing it even while her body enjoyed the rush sex always brought to it. He smiled to himself as she looked at the costumes. Finally, she pulled out two costumes. He chuckled as he looked at her choices. One, his, had to be Popeye. The outfit looked as if it had come right out of the cartoon show. Hers was Popeye's girlfriend, Olive Oyl. It even had a tiny stuffed Jeep hanging on one sleeve.
"These are good," he said, watching as she breathed a sigh of relief. "You know, I've always wanted to watch Popeye doing Olive. Let's change and do it here. The old man will never know," he added as she looked worriedly toward the front of the store.
"But what about the costumes?"
"So what?" he snapped, watching her cower back, "People do strange shit in these things all the time. Now, get your ass changed!" Angela stripped and struggled into her costume. Angela had fairly small breasts, but as she recalled, Olive was totally flat-chested. Finally, she had gotten into the costume. Jimmy was scowling, taking in the too short pants and too big shirt. But, he had to admit, he did like the corncob pipe and the cap. He was looking into a mirror he'd found and noticed the shirt wasn't as big as he'd originally thought. The pants were getting longer, too. He looked over at Angela and saw what little breasts she had had were gone now. She was taller and very skinny. And, the Jeep blinked at him as if it were alive. He closed his eyes and shook his head. This had to be a dream. When he looked again, the doll was just that, a doll sewn onto the arm of a costume.
"Okay baby, pull that dress up and bend over. I'm gonna give it to you right here and now!" His voice had changed, becoming rougher and sounding like he'd been chewing gravel.
"No!" she said shrilly, sounding like the Olive he remembered from the show. "It's not right and you can't keep doing this to me, Jimmy. I won't let you do this any more!" she rebuked him even as her hands went to cover her mouth, her face showing shocked horror at what she'd said.
Before Jimmy could do more than draw back his arm, the Jeep sprang from Olive's arm onto his chest. "W-What?" he yelped in surprise as the Jeep bit him with amazingly sharp teeth. Jimmy began backpedaling as quickly as he could, trying to get away from the tiny creature. Before he knew what had happened, a black circle had formed under him and he fell into it, the Jeep going with him. Jimmy landed hard, grunting as the air was knocked out of his lungs. By the time he could sit up, he recognized where he was... He was on the Isle of the Goonies. He had to get away. He knew Popeye was supposed to marry the Goonie Princess and if he were caught. He looked up and far away, he could see Angela looking down at him. Even as he watched, the circle grew smaller and smaller, finally disappearing. He had to get away! Not far off, he could hear the shuffle of footsteps as the Goonies came, looking for whoever was on their island. "No!" his mind screamed at him. He Had To Get Away!
Hands reached out and took hold of him. He struggled, but was soon overpowered and carried toward the village. He pulled out his can of spinach and gobbled it down. He felt energized and strong again. He broke free and ran toward the shore. Everywhere, Goonies came for him. He ran, fighting through Goonies by the dozens. He ran and still more came for him. And the whole time, all he could think was how he had enjoyed making Angela do things she had hated doing. Now, the roles were reversed and sobbing, he ran for the beach. HE HAD TO GET AWAY!!
Angela walked back up to the front of the shop and handed the old man her costume. "I don't want this, but the matching Popeye costume is..." she hesitated, unsure of what to say.
"Ah yes, that does happen sometimes in this shop," the old man said soothingly. "I'll tell you what. You take this coupon and if you decide you'd like a different costume for Halloween, come on back and I'll take twenty percent off the price, but just for you. So, don't come in with a bunch of friends looking for that discount for everyone." he smiled and she laughed as she walked out, feeling somehow much better than when the day had started. The old man looked into a small black and white television while Jimmy fought off Goonies. What Jimmy didn't know was Goonies always split into two more Goonies when they were killed. If one died, it was dead; but kill one and you got two goonies. "Sit on my ass and watch the girls play dress-up? Really Jimmy, I had so hoped for more from you than that." He smiled down as he watched Jimmy being dragged back to his wedding with the Goonie Princess.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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