Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Hapless Evil Of Pink Top City

Chapter 67

The Hapless Evil of Pink Top City

A thin biracial man who stood at five feet and five inches tall strolled in carrying a large item covered with black material. Purple, curly hair clumsily hung over a bright, cheerful diamond-shaped face. Freckles are spread seductively over his nose and cheekbones. His darting pink eyes watched enthusiastically as Percy strolled down his living room with his robe open, exposing his bare naked body. LaDarrell wore a black turtleneck, black skinny jeans, and black Chelsea boots.

He was Ladarrell Dixon, Percy’s photographer. Ladarrel wrung his hands as he spread his smile to show a slight gap in his teeth. 

Ladarrell: “Percy, you are going to love this, hon!”

He spread his hands out while Percy clasped his hands as his ruby eyes glittered. 

Percy: “Well, don’t keep us waiting, my magical friend!”

He said breathlessly. Ladarrell lifted the material to reveal a large portrait photograph of Tristan sleeping on his side, his mouth open wide and drooling on his pillow with Oliver sleeping on his back, his head on Tristan’s arm, and his legs spread. Francis slept in between Tristan’s legs. Percy’s smile spread widely as he marveled at the piece. 

Ladarrell held up his forefinger and wagged it. 

Ladarrell: “That is not all, lovey! Oh no! I have another!”

He sang.

Percy: “Oh, darling, you spoil me!”

Percy waved his hand, feigning bashfulness. Ladarrell went to the back and got three more pieces covered in black material. Percy squealed and put his hands over his nose. Ladarrell removed one cloth revealing a large portrait of Tristan caught in the middle of eating a grilled chicken sub. Percy gasped with delight. 

Ladarrell: “I am glad it meets with your approval, but wait…”

He pulled off another black cloth revealing a picture of Tristan leaving his house in his pajamas with a robe over himself, getting the mail. He had black circles under his eyes, and a cigarette in his mouth.

Percy smiled and shed a tear of joy. He placed his hands over his chest. 

Percy: “Mon ami, these are true masterpieces. You know how to capture the true beauty of my little ice prince.” 

He sighed blissfully. 

Ladarrell: “The best is for last!”

He pulled the black cloth off the last, revealing a picture of Tristan relaxing on the couch in his bedroom. He wore a green pressed shirt, black tie, black waistcoat, and pants, and his bare feet were on the arm of the chair. Percy’s ruby eyes glittered with delight, and he was overcome with joy. 

They heard someone descend the stairs and approach the living room. Turning around, they saw Jaxon standing in the archway in his silk robe, which had a black dragon on the back. 

Ladarrell: “Hey, honey!”

He waved at him with his fingers. Jaxon observed his surroundings and looked up at the strange pictures of Tristan on the walls. 

Percy: “Like the pictures he took of my ice prince?”

He nodded to them. The fuck? Weirdo? Jaxon thought to himself. 

Jaxon: “Sure.”

He forced a smile. Don’t stab me again, he thought. 

Ladarrell’s rose quartz eyes glittered. 

Ladarrell: “Thanks, hon. I can make this living space as comfortable for you as possible. You say the word, and I will take pictures like these of your princess.”

He smiled warmly at him and clasped his hands. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose.

Jaxon: “...My princess?”

Ladarrell: “Yes, honey. Celeste.”

He nodded. Jaxon’s spirits lifted.

Jaxon: “Oh, you can get me hot pics of her in her bikini?”

He grinned. Ladarrell nodded. 

Ladarrell: “Of course, it will be no problem at all!”

Percy licked his lips. 

Percy: “Jaxon, you’re going to love it here.”

He put his hand on his shoulder. 

Jaxon: “Why is that?”

Percy: “Because everything you need or want is right here and I want to get closer to you! No, not romantically but… on a… partnership. I can explain it better as time goes on.”

He patted his back. 

Jaxon: “What do you mean by partnership then? What, you want to make a band with me or something?”

He pressed him. Percy pursed his lips and shook his head. 

Percy: “Mmm… No. Not a musician, mon ami. I love musicals, nonetheless! You will see.”

He said softly. Jaxon sat on the couch and Percy joined him. Smokey circled Percy’s and Jaxon’s legs. 

Jaxon: “You’re not going to stab me again?”

He slunk in his seat. Smokey jumped on his lap and curled up. 

Percy: “If we establish a good partnership, why would I do that?”

He laughed and shrugged. Jaxon smiled with relief. 

A white lop-eared bunny and a Siamese bunny hopped into the living room. Percy picked up the white rabbit and held her close. 

Percy: “I have rabbits, cats, and two pugs. I love animals. I grew up on a farm.”

He told him. Jaxon quirked an eyebrow at him.

Jaxon: “Rabbits?”

He asked with a slight laugh. 

Percy: “Yes, darling! I love rabbits, cats, and dogs!”

He smiled tightly. 

~

A gangly white man of average height stepped out of the bathroom and wiped the steam from the mirror. He had short forest-green hair, dark circles under his sad brown eyes, and a skinny, gloomy face. He was 29-year-old Cedar Garafano and an intern at New Horizons research. 

His superior, Dr. Wolfgang Duerr, informed him of a patient who has developed Xupran abilities after being bitten by a Xupran, and he was to aid Dr. Ellis Hoffman in his progress. 

He was in the black car with Dr. Wolfgang Duerr on the way to Maxx’s place. As the car drove through downtown Pink Top City, he went through Maxx’s file. He was 26-years-old, the son of the prime minister of Australia, George Malone. He was an only child, no siblings. No goals in life. His parents paid for his good grades and for friends. 

Cedar bit into his cereal bar. Dr. Duerr glared at him indignantly. He put a garbage pail to his face.

Dr. Duerr: “Put that thing in there. Spit it out.”

He ordered. Cedar slowly swung his gaze to his boss, who bore his cold glare on him.

Dr. Duerr: “Now.”

Cedar sheepishly spit out the bar and put the rest in the bin. 

Dr. Duerr: “Do not eat that trash in my presence ever again. If you’re trying to cross me, continue.”

He dusted his jacket off and tightly pursed his lips. I killed my grandson and I will kill anyone who interferes with my research, he thought as he surveyed the wrapper for the bar. It was a peanut butter and jelly bar in the bin. 

They arrived at Maxx’s trailer and got out. Dr. Duerr opened the door to see Maxx laying on his stomach on his lips in his leopard print g-string crying. Cedar glared at the mess of this place. Why did he chide me for eating a cereal bar but allow this manchild to keep his place a pigsty? He wondered. 

Dr. Duerr knelt to Maxx with a smile.

Dr. Duerr: “What is troubling you, my magnificent beast?”

He said gently. Maxx raised his head and sobbed. 

Maxx: “Maxxy’s special Sex Beest juice doesn’t give him a buzz!”

He held up his goon sack. Dr. Duerr took it and scrutinized it. 

Dr. Duerr: “What is this, Maxxy?”

Maxx: “It’s GOON, GOSH!”

He whined. Dr. Duerr looked at Cedar. Cedar cleared his throat. 

Cedar: “Slang for boxed wine from Australia. There’s a sack in the box.”

He explained. Dr. Duerr raised an eyebrow. 

Dr. Duerr: “It’s an alcoholic beverage.”

Cedar nodded.

Dr. Duerr: “Take notes.”

He ordered and Cedar jotted down notes. 

Maxx sat up and scratched his ass. He looked at Cedar and scoffed. 

Maxx: “Who da fuck is dat loser?”

He laughed. Cedar paused. 

Dr. Duerr: “He is Dr. Cedar Garafano! He will be monitoring you and making sure your needs are met, my wonderful creature!”

He smiled and nodded. Maxx rolled his eyes.

Maxx: “I don’t wanna HIM! I wanna hot lady babe!”

He pointed to Cedar and pouted. Cedar looked numb.  

Dr. Duerr: “Yes, Maxxy, please find a mate to breed with.”

He patted his shoulder. Cedar looked like he wanted to die. Yes, the world needs more of… this, he thought bitterly. 

~

Cedar stood behind an East Indian man in the control room. Various people sat and watched Maxx on their monitors. Cedar just gaped at watching Maxx masturbate to pin-ups of himself, American Pizza, whining, throwing his shit around, or eating his TV dinners, the box and all. I get to watch this… masturbate and throw tantrums all day, he thought. I have my work cut out for me, he thought bitterly. 

Cedar examined the people in the room watching Maxx on monitors and he felt sorry for all of them. Then he realized Maxx never showered in any of these videos. Why did I take this job? He wondered.

A video of Maxx sleeping in his bed played: he had his hand on his ass, ripped a giant fart, and smelled his hand. 

Cedar stared off into space, sat in a chair and slunk down.

~

Percy was out in his backyard on the bridge. He leaned on the railing staring down at the fish. Noah approached him and watched the fish. 

Noah: “We need to talk, sir.”

Percy: “All right, what did you find, my magical friend?”

Noah cleared his throat and held out several listening devices. Percy raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. 

Noah: “They’re deactivated. Don’t worry.”

Percy took one and surveyed it. 

Noah: “The bug sweepers found several of these planted in Jaxon’s condo as well as cameras.”

Percy silently nodded and crushed them in his fists. 

Percy: “...Is that so?”

Noah nodded soberly. 

Noah: “I managed to get a hold of the results of Celeste’s root beer before Tristan and Celeste did. It was laced with ‘KO’, sir.”

Percy raised his eyebrows surprisingly. Noah stood erect. 

Noah: “Rohypnol is used for normal people. KO is used for those who have been injected with Ehtytrim.”

He elaborated. Percy darkened. 

Noah: “Whoever laced this knew Celeste had that injected in her.” 

He reiterated. Percy inhaled sharply and bowed his head. 

Percy: “Okay, make the repairs to Jaxon’s condo. Gather his belongings and bring them back here. We’ll sell the condo. Jaxon will be staying here permanently.”

He finally said. Noah nodded. 

Noah: “What if he resists, sir?”

He peered into his face. Percy laughed a hollow laugh.

Percy: “Well, I will give him two choices: one is sending him back to Shin-Yamato to apologize to his parents and marry Nariko…”

He drew a long breath, turned around, and leaned his back against the railing. He gazed up at the blue sky. 

Percy: “...Or I will kill him. So he can pick the answer that makes him most comfortable.”

He chuckled darkly. Noah smiled tightly. 

Noah: “A wise decision sir.”

Percy saw Jaxon coming out of the house. He sat on the bench in the back patio with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Percy and Noah both approached him. Percy sat down and put his arm over Jaxon. Jaxon froze when he felt his arm around him. 

Jaxon: “What’s up, Percy?”

Percy: “You’re going to be staying with me permanently, darling.”

He replied followed with a sigh. Jaxon felt his soul leap out of his body.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! I want to go back to my condo!”

He protested. Noah cleared his throat. 

Noah: “Sir, the bug sweepers found several listening devices and cameras in your condo. Someone has been spying on you.”

He said gently. Percy nodded soberly.

Jaxon: “Ohh, someone has been spying on me, huh?”

He grinned smugly. 

Jaxon: “I hope they enjoyed the view!”

Percy pursed his lips and smacked them. 

Percy: “Right. Well, what do you want, Jaxon? If you don’t agree to live with me, you have one of two choices: you go back to Shin-Yamato, apologize to your parents and live an idyllic but humdrum life with Nariko… or I will kill you, so please pick what makes you most comfortable.”

He gazed at him. Jaxon froze.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! I DON’T WANT EITHER OF THOSE!”

He shrieked. Percy’s ruby eyes glittered. 

Jaxon: “Why do you want me to live with you so badly?!”

He pressed him. Percy sighed. 

Percy: “Well, for one, you need some structure. Not as much as your father gave you in Shin-Yamato but some. What you do will reflect on me and everyone will have a bad time.”

He rubbed his back. 

Percy: “And another… I’d love a side-kick.”

He smiled tightly. 

Jaxon: “A side-kick? What? You wanna be CatMan and Kitten or something?!”

He quirked an eyebrow at him. Percy tilted his head and shrugged. 

Percy: “I suppose but in my dungeon downstairs!”

He grinned. 

Jaxon: “Dungeon? Like a sex dungeon?”

He laughed in jest. Percy’s smile widened and he nodded. 

Jaxon: “Wait, really?!”

He laughed.

Percy: “Yes, I am being serious, darling.”

He said gently and placed his hand on Jaxon’s thigh. 

Jaxon: “Are you coming onto me?”

He teased. Percy smiled and nodded. 

Percy: “Of course, silly.”

He chuckled and pressed his forefinger on his nose. Jaxon felt a visceral reaction to his touch.

Jaxon: “Ha. Ha. How about we find that Ice Prince of yours?”

He forced a grin. Percy removed his hand from Jaxon’s thigh. 

Percy: “I know I stabbed you, darling. I am not going to force you to fuck me and I understand.”

He smiled a bit. 

Percy: “You also need to recover. It was an impulsive move. I am privy to you doing those. You should know what that is like.”

Jaxon: “I guess so…”

He nodded, rubbing his wounds. 

Percy surveyed him for a moment. 

Percy: “Why do you like her so much, darling?”

He rested his head on his hand. 

Jaxon: “She was one of a kind, Percy.”

He sighed. Percy laughed. 

Percy: “She certainly is! She’s a firecracker, non?”

He stuck his forked tongue and slithered it. 

Jaxon: “Just the way I like ‘em!”

He brightened. 

Percy: “Why her and not the other fat one who got the abortion?”

He asked with a grin. Jaxon scoffed and laughed.

Jaxon: “Makayla? She was just another like the others. There’s no comparing the two because they’re different. There was something more with me and Celeste.”

He pondered. Percy just laughed. 

Percy: “I thought it was just because she was fat and had daddy issues. She has fatty issues and daddy issues.”

He snorted. 

Percy: “Celeste came to you for compensation for the fatty getting an abortion. She didn’t come to you herself. Yes, darling, I see it. Celeste is a go-getter and doesn’t stick around getting fat and whining about daddy and how men don’t want her.”

He chuckled and threw his head back laughing. Noah informed him of everything that went on in that condo. 

Jaxon: “Yes, Celeste came to me… in that sexy bikini I got for her.”

He thought dreamily of her. 

Percy gazed at him. 

Percy: “...Did you know I had a tickling machine… and I put her in it?”

He grinned evilly. Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Jaxon: “Oh, really now?”

He grinned.

Percy: “Yes… I did. I can order another, and this time, you have the honor of putting her in it.”

He smiled. Jaxon’s face lit up.

Jaxon: “Really?!”

He purred. Percy nodded. 

Percy: “Since you’re my side-kick, you’re going to see a lot more of her!”

He said genially. 

Jaxon: “It seems this job has perks then.”

He grinned. 

Percy: “I never said it had to be boring. I don’t do boring.”

He winked. 

Jaxon: “Good, because I don’t either! I only do fun!”

He grinned.

~

Robin sat up in her living room, her legs crossed, and her shoe dangling. 

Robin: “So Percy’s little lemming is out of the condo because Percy figured out I was spying on him. Of course, his idiot underling couldn’t figure it out himself.”

She huffed and flipped her hair. She scowled at Satoshi who sat across from her.

Satoshi: “Okay, it was fun being with him at first but then… it got… boring? All he wants to do is drink, have sex, and whine about Maxx. He goes on about ‘thrill rides’ but his sex is the most vanilla sex I ever had.”

He folded his arms across his chest and pouted. 

Satoshi: “Worse, he would throw me out if that Celeste chick came.”

He threw his arms up. 

Robin: “Yes, because she never had sex with him. She’s the challenge and the one who is hard to get. Doesn’t that fool realize she’s pining for TRISTAN?!”

She pounded her fist on the armchair. 

Satoshi: “...Do I have to see Jaxon again?”

Robin rolled her eyes. 

Robin: “Since Percy took him out of his habitat, he’s going to keep an eye on everyone that comes and goes, so it’s best you don’t see him again.”

She waved her hand dismissively.

Satoshi: “Thank God.”

Robin cupped her chin. But I do need another plan. I need to always be one step ahead of Percy, she thought. 

~

Dougal sat in his enormous bedroom, wearing just his union jack boxer shorts. His bedroom was a large bedroom. The walls were black with gold cracks to resemble marble. In each corner were gold columns. The floors were gold marble flooring. Scattered on the floor were burger wrappers, stinky shoes and socks, and dirty facial tissues.

Neighboring the window was his elegantly designed king size baroque luxury canopy bed made from solid oak wood and painted gold. The carved ornate headboard, footboard, and four posters were done with precision and care and included Dougal’s face in the center of the headboard, footboard, and the canopy crown. There were gold curtains draped from the crown. The bedspread was gold with a gold rug underneath. 

Several pin-up pictures of Dougal were on the walls, and there was a gold sculpture of him posing in the nude.

Dougal sat down with his Tristan, Deimos, Fabien, and Dougal action figures playing. 

Dougal: “Oh, Dougie, I love you, mon chéri! I love you and only you and I want to suck your big, fat todger.”

He held his Tristan action figure up to his Dougal one. 

Dougal: “Me too! I don’t want that big wanker! I want you!” 

He held his Fabien action figure up to his Dougal one. 

Dougal: “I am gobsmacked by your big, fat todger, love!”

He said as his Tristan action figure. 

Dougal: “I’ve been at sixes and sevens when you blokes didn’t pick me but now that you did, let’s get rid of that sodding retard’s monster he sent after me!”

He rose with a belt in his hand, and pulled a blanket off something. It was a cage with a raccoon in it. The raccoon snarled at him. 

Dougal: “Yeah, fuck you, too.”

He laughed. He opened the top, grabbed the raccoon by the scruff of her neck and picked her up. 

Dougal: “Watch and learn, schmoodars.”

He wrapped his belt around the raccoon’s neck and tightened it. The raccoon’s eyes jerked wide open as her breath was cut off. She tried to twist free from the noose, but Dougal stood straight up, lifting the raccoon off the floor, suspended helplessly from the belt. Her legs lashed out, kicking wildly as she searched for something to brace herself against, and then her lips curled back as she bared her fangs. Her hind legs clawed helplessly as she tried to free herself from her tormentor, but as Dougal began jerking on the belt, yanking it first one way and then the other, she lost what little traction she had.

The struggle continued, but then, with a sharp snap, the battle ended abruptly.

The raccoon's body, twenty pounds of violently thrashing bone and muscle, suddenly went limp as her neck broke, severing her spinal cord.

Dougal held onto his belt for a few more seconds until he was certain the raccoon was dead. He tossed the corpse aside and sat with his action figures. 

An elderly white man in a butler’s uniform stood in the doorway and saw the sight before him. His expression indicated this was nothing out of the ordinary. 

Butler: “Sorry to bother you when you’re playing with your dolls, sir.”

Dougal furiously rose with his Tristan and Fabien dolls in his boxers.

Dougal: “THEY’RE NOT DOLLS; THEY’RE SEXY SCHMOODAR ACTION FIGURES!!!!”

He caterwauled, stomping his feet. The floor trembled with each stomp. The butler nodded. 

Butler: “In any case, the tailor has completed your pirate costume for PinkFaire.”

Dougal’s black eyes grew large. He clapped his hands and did a dance.

Dougal: “OH, BOY! OH, BOY! OH, BOY!”

He stopped and looked at the dead raccoon. Dougal kicked it toward him. 

Dougal: “Bin this rubbish. I don’t need it anymore.”

He ordered and flopped down on the floor causing the ground to tremble.