AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 15: SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1st

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     Pee Wee and Mouse moved over to   
comfort her, and that’s when the Cat   
jumped off Beth’s lap and went over to 
rub her head against Rhonda’s hand.    
     “I’m sorry Hacker. I forgot about 
your sister.”                          
     “It’s ok,” Rhonda said after get- 
ting herself back together again. “I   
just don’t want to be lumped in with   
people like that, you know.”           
     “I do, and you’re right,” the Cat 
said while jumping into Rhonda’s lap,  
and then looked at all of us. “You     
people are nothing like Frankie and his
two evil pissants, and since we’re on  
the subject anyway, let me tell you all
about that shitty little asshole.”     
     She said that last part, and then 
looked at me, before adding, “He’s the 
real asshole. Not you.”                
     I’d already heard all this before,
but the Cat threw in a few things that 
I didn’t know before.                  
     Of course, Frankenstein wasn’t his
real name. It was Bartholomew, but he  
liked to be called Bart.               
     I knew about that, how she got her
name, the screaming mouse, the video   
cameras, and the cage, but I didn’t    
know that he had two Doctorates.       
     “Doctorates in what?” Mouse wanted
to know.                               
     “One in organic chemistry, and the
other, I think, is micro-molecular     
genetic engineering or some such       
nonsense. His work is... I've read some
of it, and I know enough about         
genetics, to not know what the hell    
he's talking about. Seriously, it's    
like trying to read another language,  
one made up entirely of gibberish.     
     “He's smart, but he's also        
sadistic, and his two wingnuts are just
plain stupid, and I hate them too.     
They’re everything that’s wrong with   
the human species, all rolled into one 
sick little threesome.”                
     Even under Rhonda's careful pet-  
ting, slow and soft and safe, she still
shuddered while telling everyone about 
the scream.                            
     “I could feel the terror and the  
pain in it. I know a little paranoia   
isn't a big deal, but sometimes, it's  
not your paranoia that's out to get    
you, but something else, something real
and scary, and to me, that was Frankie.



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CHAPTER 15: SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1st
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