Satyr rose out of bed. It was 9 in the morning. He hardly ever got up at this time, but today was going to be a busy day for him. Months of planning had lead up to this day. Today would be the day, that Satyr would make up for a past mistake.
Satyr went out to the kitchen to fix some cereal. He walked in there to find Gweg, staring out the kitchen window.
Satyr: Are you still moping about what's her name?
Gweg didn't turn from the window. He held back tears as he said her name.
Gweg: Mindy. Her name was Mindy.
Satyr poured the cereal into his bowl and shrugged.
Satyr: I don't know why you're so upset about that. It's not like she was your actual girlfriend. Yeah, ok, your two best friends are dead, but hell, if you hadn't betrayed one of them, the other would still be alive.
Gweg didn't argue. He had been blaming himself over the death of Mindy. He still placed some of the blame on Satyr, but he knew his own actions paved the way to her death. He turned away from the window and walked into the front room.
Satyr sat down at the kitchen table and began eating his cereal.
Satyr: I'm going out today. I've got some business to take care of. Nothing big. Just some things. We need more milk, I'll pick us up some.
Gweg didn't reply. He had never before felt so empty inside. He knew living with Satyr was the cause of most of his troubles, but he could never bring himself to leave. He felt that whatever he had to offer the world was long gone, and the purpose of his life now was to be Satyr's unwilling sidekick.
Gweg was about ready to ask Satyr if he could tag along, but a knock at the door interrupted him.
Satyr: Get that. I'm not done with my cereal.
Gweg got up and answered the door.
Standing on the other side was a pretty brunette woman of 28 years who looked like she had been crying.
Brunette: Is Satyr here? I need to talk to him.
Upon hearing the voice, Satyr dropped his spoon into his bowl and stood up. He rushed to the living room.
Satyr: Sara! What are you doing here?
Sara: Our daughter, Satyr! Our daughter has been kidnapped!
Gweg snapped out of the trance he had been in all morning.
Gweg: What?
Ten minutes passed. Satyr had to calm Sara down while Gweg wrapped his head around the fact that Satyr had a daughter. After Sara calmed down, she told Gweg and Satyr how she found her home had been broken into and her daughter gone.
Gweg: You have a daughter?
Satyr: Yes, I do. She has custody of her.
Sara: Her name is Valerie. Here, they left a note.
Sara handed Satyr the Ransom Note.
Dear Satyr,
We have your Daughter. We know that you are a wealthy person. We want 5 million dollars. We will give you till 3 pm today to secure the money. Then we will call you. NO COPS! or your daughter dies. If you do not get the money, she will die. But not before we have our way with her.
Sincerely,
The Kidnappers.
Satyr crumpled the note up and tossed it behind him.
Sara: What are you doing! That's evidence.
Satyr: Need I remind you Sara, that we are no longer married? That means that you don't get to come busting on my door every time you have a little problem.
Sara: Our daughter!
Satyr: There is no "Our". You have full custody. If you had gotten remarried like I told you to, you would have a man in your life to help you deal with this now.
Gweg stood up and got in front of Satyr.
Gweg: Hey jackass! That letter was addressed to you. That means you're the reason why her daughter was kidnapped. Instead of coming up with excuses to not help, you should be coming up with ways to help her. This is your flesh and blood too.
Satyr: That has never been confirmed.
Gweg: You're unbelievable.
Sara: I knew it would be too much to ask for your help. I could never count on you. I'll deal with this myself.
Sara headed for the door. Gweg put his arm on her shoulder to stop her.
Gweg: I'll go with you. We can head back to your place to look for clues. I'll help you get your daughter back.
Satyr: Well look at Nick and Nora Charles, off to solve another crime. You kids have fun.
Gweg: Fuck off.
Gweg and Sara went out the door.
Satyr laughed, despite himself. His phone rang. He answered.
Satyr: Yeah?
Man on the other line: The package has been delivered.
Satyr: I'll be right there.
Satyr hung up. He smiled and got dressed.
Satyr: Time to get this party started.
Gweg and Sara were driving to her house.
Gweg: My name is Gweg, by the way.
Sara held out her hand for Gweg to shake it.
Sara: Sara Grant.
Gweg let a few moments of silence pass.
Gweg: Why Satyr?
Sara sighed.
Sara: It's a long story.
Gweg: Go ahead. It'll help keep your mind from worrying to the point of sheer insanity.
Sara: I can tell you lived with Satyr for a while now.
Gweg: Too long.
Sara: Ok, we met ten years ago....
The year was 1999 and I had just turned 18 years old. My friend Tanya called me up wanting to spend the Saturday with me. We just went shopping in town and decided to have lunch at Fazoli's. It was still opened up back then. Anyway, we were talking about the usual, school and boys, when he came in.
I had only seen a satyr in pictures, but when I saw the real thing, I was struck. The way his legs moved, the confidence he had, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was with his friend too. That creepy guy, he looked as though he could have been Satyr's brother, if Satyr was a human. But there was something menacing about him.
Tanya noticed them too. She always had a thing for bad guys and took a liking to the friend. The whole hooves thing turned her off of Satyr.
They ordered their food and sat down at a table not too far from us. I could see them talking. Satyr began to look in our direction, making eye contact with me. I blushed. He saw this and smiled and turned back to his friend. They talked a little more and then did something weird. I think they played Rock, Paper, and Scissors. Their order was up, Satyr's friend went to get it and Satyr walked over to our table.
Satyr: How are you ladies doing today?
Me: Good.
Satyr: I'm going to be blunt. My friend and I couldn't help but notice you two very attractive women. And if you aren't creeped out, we would like to join you for lunch.
I looked over at Tanya. She looked up at Satyr's friend who was heading back with the food. She nodded.
Me: We would love to have your company.
Satyr grinned and motioned his friend to the table.
Satyr: Allow me to introduce ourselves, my name is Satyr and this is my good friend Richard.
Richard didn't bother to look at me, instead he just looked at Tanya, almost like a predator eyeing his prey.
Richard: I am very pleased to meet you.
Satyr: And what are your names?
Me: I'm Sara and that is Tanya.
They sat down. Satyr sat right across from me. Up close, he was very cute and there was this playful innocence about him. Like there was something naughty trying to get out.
Satyr: Tell us about yourselves.
Me: Well, we're both seniors in high school. We're 18. I work at a gift shop and Tanya's parents are rich.
Tanya laughed. Satyr gave her a look, but didn't seem that interested. He looked back at me. There was something in his eyes, like he had discovered something new, something very intriguing and wanted to know everything about it. That's how he looked at me. No one had ever looked at me that way before. He brought my self esteem to an all new high that day.
I had to know more about him.
Me: So, what do you guys do?
Satyr: I'm a jack of all trades. Right now I'm designing websites for people on the Internet.
Me: Cool. We got the Internet at our school finally. I wanted to make a website. Maybe you could help me out on that sometime.
Satyr: Absolutely.
Tanya: And what do you do, Richard?
Richard: I'm a hunter.
Tanya looked as though she were talking to a rock star. The girl had some real problems.
Tanya: What kind of stuff do you hunt?
Richard: Whatever puts up a challenge.
We finished our lunch and went out to the parking lot. They walked us to my car. Richard and Tanya went to the driver side and began talking to each other. Satyr opened the door for me.
Satyr: So, what do you think about dating older guys who also happen to be half goat?
Me: I've never really given it any thought.
Satyr: That's good. People might think you were strange.
Me: They already do.
He smiled at this and pulled out a card.
Satyr: That's my number. Give me a call whenever you want me to help you with your web page. And don't be afraid to call me for any other reasons too.
Me: Thanks.
I got into the car, waited for Tanya to finish with Richard, and we took off. Two days later, I called Satyr up and we started going out. My parents weren't happy, but I didn't care. He was funny, smart, and he treated me like I was the only person who mattered.
Of course, his buddy, Richard, ended up knocking Tanya the next day after we all met. She ended up dropping out of school. He broke up with her immediately, but still held got part custody of the kid. He took after his father a bit too much I think. Tanya and I didn't stay close friends. She became a bit of a whore. The last time we talk was when Richard went missing. he went out hunting and never came back.
But yeah, that's how Satyr and I met.
Gweg listened to the story. He didn't blame Sara for falling for Satyr. He knew that Satyr had that way about him. But there was one part of the story that didn't click.
Gweg: Satyr told me he never knew Richard had any kids.
Sara: And you believed him?
Gweg: Yeah. I should have known better.
Sara: How did you meet him?
Gweg didn't want to get into that.
Gweg: He put an ad in the paper for a new roommate and I answered it.
Sara: Oh. Here we are. This is my house.
Sara and Gweg got out of the car and went inside.
Sara: I'll show you her room.
As they walked through the house, Gweg noticed a book case. It was filled with Shakespeare, Dostoevsky, Dickens, King, Crichton, Hemingway, Twain, and a lot of other great books.
Gweg: You have a great selection of books here.
Sara: Thank you.
They went into Valerie's room.
Meanwhile, Satyr arrived at an auto repair garage. The garage was located in the beaten down part of town. Satyr parked his car behind the shop so it would be out of view from the street. He went inside.
An man of 45 greeted him. The man was Mitchell Davidson. Satyr hired him to get Valerie. He then kept him on as security.
Mitchell: Hello Mr. Satyr.
Satyr: Howdy. She's here?
Mitchell: Yes, Valerie is in the main garage.
Satyr and Mitchell entered into the main garage. It smelled of of grease and burnt oil. Valerie was right in the middle.
Satyr: Did you have any trouble getting her here?
Mitchell: Not a problem sir. She hardly made a sound.
Satyr: That's my baby.
Satyr walked up to Valerie. He began to caress her.
Satyr: Don't worry. I know you don't look like much now, but after the boys get here and make you over, you are going to look just like I always pictured you should.
Satyr turned to Mitchell.
Satyr: Speaking of, when are they getting here?
Mitchell: They should arrive soon.
Satyr turned back to Valerie.
Satyr: I'm going to leave you in here, but don't worry, Daddy will be in the next room.
Satyr and Mitchell went into the office.
Mitchell: What about your roommate? You said he might be a problem.
Satyr: Don't worry about him. He's off on a wild goose chase.
A few minutes later, a group of 7 men came into the garage.
Satyr: Gentlemen, I'm glad you could make it. You got my down payment right?
One of the guy's spoke up.
Guy: Yes we did.
Satyr: Good. You guys know the plan. She's right through there. Have your way with her. If there isn't one scratch on her and you make her beautiful the way I want her to look, then you'll be getting paid double what I promised you.
The men smiled and made their way into the main garage.
Mitchell: It'll take them a few hours to get it done. The doctor should be here by then.
Satyr: Good. These guys are here to make her beautiful, but the doctor is going to be doing the real transformation on her.
Mitchell: Yes sir.
Satyr: Something troubling you, Mitch?
Mitchell: I have a bit of a moral dilemma with what you are doing here. This goes against nature.
Satyr: If you have a problem, then I suggest you leave now, but don't forget your role in all of this.
Mitchell: I understand. You are paying me well, so I will stay and not voice my opinion about this anymore.
Satyr laughed.
Satyr: Money always wins over morals. That's the way of the world.
Mitchell: If I may sir, what inspired all of this? I know that Valerie is your daughter, but what did she do to warrant this?
Satyr: You really want to know? Well, I guess I can tell you. We do got a lot of time to kill. Alright, it all starts with my ex-wife.
Ten years ago, me and my buddy Richard were out driving around town. We were in the middle of an argument.
Richard: You don't know what you are talking about.
Me: I damn well do know. You are so full of yourself to realize how fucking wrong you are. I used to think you were a smart person, but now I see the only reason you hardly ever talk is because you know that 99% of what you say is so fucking stupid that if you dare let the comments out of your mouth, the whole world will know what a retard you are. So, that's why you only let the 1% of the smart things you say out into the open. Well, this time you fucked up real good. You let slip a dumb one, and you can't take it back.
Richard: All I said was Mr. Pibb tastes better than Dr. Pepper.
I let it drop. I started to feel sorry for him. He was so delusional sometimes.
Me: I'm hungry. Let's grab something to eat.
Richard: Where?
Me: Fazoli's.
Richard: That Italian place?
Me: Yeah. that's right. They have free bread sticks.
Richard: Do they have Mr. Pibb.
Me: Don't get smart. That's not your style.
We went to Fazoli's As we walked in, I could see out of the corner of my eye, two young girls sitting at a table. They were watching us enter.
We ordered our food and sat down.
Me: So, what's the action tonight?
Richard: I'm in the mood for anything.
I looked at the girls at the table. I caught the eye of the brunette. Pretty looking thing.
Me: What about those two girls over there?
Richard looked.
Richard: Eh. They're alright. I'm in a hunting type of mood. We can take them out to the woods.
Me: Are you crazy? You want to kill those girls. Trust me, they are young school girls begging for some action. I do have a nose for these things.
Richard: I feel like shooting my gun tonight.
Me: So do I, but not the gun you have in mind. I say we sex them up.
Richard: Hunt.
Me: There's only one way to settle this. Rock, Paper, Scissors. Let's go.
We did the little game. I held out rock, he held out scissors. I won.
Me: Our order's up. Go get it while I get us seats over there.
We got up and I made my way over there. Introduced ourselves. The one I wanted was named Tanya. I could tell she would put out the first night, but I could see she had her eyes on Richard. So, I tried to do a little switcheroo and make her jealous of the attention I was giving her friend Sara, but to no avail. It didn't matter, I could tell the Sara was smitten with me, so I began to work my magic.
We talked about who knows what. I think I came up with some lie about me being a webpage designer. It didn't matter. I could tell she wanted me. So, we began dating. A little over a year later, we got married.
Mitchell: Really? I never took you as the marrying type.
Satyr: Well, these things happen. Especially when you lose a bet.
Mitchell: What bet was that?
Satyr: I bet Richard that Gore would win the election. If I won, he had to marry whatever girl he was seeing at the time, and if I lost, I had to marry Sara.
There was a knock on the office door. Satyr answered it. It was Dr. Wicklund. He was an older man of 50, bald, wearing a dark overcoat.
Satyr: Ah, Dr. Wicklund, you're here early.
Dr. Wicklund: Of course. When you first told me of this project, I must admit I was jealous that I never thought of it first!
Satyr: You flatter me doctor. I trust you have brought all the medical equipment.
Dr. Wicklund: Absolutely! I have everything we need. Now, where is Valerie?
Satyr: She's right through there.
Dr. Wicklund took a look into the garage.
Dr. Wicklund: Ah, she's beautiful. She's perfect. As soon as those men are done applying the cosmetics, we will begin the real science.
Satyr: Have you figured out what we are going to do with the, uh, "unwanted parts"?
Dr. Wicklund: Trust me dear Satyr, I have it all worked out.
Satyr: Good.
Gweg and Sara were done looking over the house. Gweg never told Sara exactly what he was looking for.
He was looking for evidence that Satyr had been there. He found none. Whoever took her daughter knew how to cover his tracks. Gweg knew he was in over his head.
Gweg: If I had the money, I would be glad to hand it over, but I don't think this is about money.
Sara: What do you mean?
Gweg: I think Satyr is behind this.
Sara: Why? Why would he kidnap a daughter he has never had any interest in.
Gweg: It's just his style. He said he was up to something today. Hold on, let me call me our next door neighbor.
Gweg pulled out his cell phone and called Vernon, the man who lived in the apartment next to Gweg and Satyr.
Gweg: Hey Vernon, it's Gweg. I was wondering if you could knock on my door and see if Satyr is home. Oh, he did? Thanks.
Gweg put his phone away and looked angry.
Gweg: Vernon said Satyr left not too long after we did.
Sara: He left that ransom note to throw us off, didn't he? That note was just his style. But what's he up too?
Gweg: I don't want to imagine. But what ever it is, it's not good.
Sara: Oh go, he's probably doing something horrible to her.
Sara began to cry. Gweg hugged her.
Gweg: You have my promise Sara. Whatever he's up to, I will put a stop to it.
Sara: How are we going to find him? He could be anywhere.
Gweg: I have an idea.
Gweg opened his cell phone back up and made a call.
Detective Ben Watterson was sitting at his desk.
On the wall facing the desk, was a picture of Satyr. In the 20 years Det. Watterson has been on the force, he has never encountered anyone he has hated as much as Satyr.
The more he learned about his new white whale, the more he hated him. He waited for just one opportunity to catch him doing something nefarious, so he could bring him to justice once and for all.
His phone rang.
Det. Watterson picked it up and couldn't believe he was hearing the voice on the other end of the line.
Gweg: Det. Watterson. This is Gweg. Do you remember me.
Det. Watterson: All to well. You are Satyr's friend.
Gweg: No, I'm his roommate, not his friend. And I think he's up to something. I need your help.
Det. Watterson: What do you think he's up to?
Gweg: I think he kidnapped his own daughter.
Det. Watterson: Valerie's been kidnapped?
Gweg: You know who his daughter is?
Det. Watterson: I know a lot of things about him. Has Sara reported this to the police yet?
Gweg: She was afraid to due to the ransom note.
Det. Watterson: I see. I'll tell you what, I think I might know where he is. But, I need to know you are telling the truth. I'll head over to Sara's house right now. It'll be 30 minutes.
Watterson hung up. He smiled. This might be the answer to his prayers.
Back at Sara's house.
Gweg: The detective is on his way.
Sara: What if Val was really kidnapped by people wanting money? They said not to call the cops.
Gweg: Don't worry. Watterson will come alone. He hates Satyr with a passion. If Satyr is behind this, Watterson will help. He's probably been keeping tabs on Satyr ever since that night with the autistic vampires.
Sara: Autistic vampires?
Gweg: You don't want to know. Watterson will be here in half an hour. I'm curious, why did you marry Satyr?
Sara: You're having a hard time understanding my involvement with him.
Gweg: To say the least.
Sara sat down on her couch and laughed. She motioned Gweg to sit next to her. He did.
Sara: It was the funniest thing. It was November of 2000. We were taking our Wednesday walk through the park and he starts going off on this rant about George Bush getting elected. He said it was a conspiracy and how it was the worst thing that could ever have possibly happened. Then after all that, he gets on his knees and proposes to me. It was the most random thing and it caught me off guard. I said yes. He started to wince, like he was choking back tears. And that was the thing with him. The randomness. I never knew what to expect and I loved it. In hindsight, I loved being with him more than I actually loved him. Do you understand what I mean by that?
Gweg: Yes I do.
Sara: Of course, it all ended when I got pregnant.
January 2001
I had missed my period. I waited 3 weeks until I took a test. I knew what the results were going to be, but I some doubt. Wishful thinking really. I wasn't ready for kids yet and I thought long and hard about Satyr being a father. I knew it was a bad idea, but I thought maybe he would settle himself down once hew knew he was going to be a father.
I was wrong.
Satyr: You're what?
Me: I'm pregnant.
Satyr: Are you sure it's not something you ate.
Me: No. It's from something that went up me, not down.
Satyr: Well, is it mine?
Me: Who else's would it be. You told me you could get me pregnant and you did.
Satyr: If I told you I could shove a fly up there and make you sprout wings, would you believe that too?
Me: I know you told me the truth. You are the only one I have ever been with.
Satyr: And I'm supposed to take your word for it?
Me: You love me and trust me, don't you?
Satyr: Are those my only options?
Me: You are unbelievable. I was hoping you'd be happy and want to be a good father.
Satyr: A good father? Ha! I'd rather have a good corned beef sandwich than a child. You should do us all a favor and abort that thing as soon as you can.
Me: Abortion. This is your answer.
Satyr: It's cheaper than raising this thing.
Me: Asshole.
Satyr: I think it's a little to late for that alternative. But, if you want to keep this thing, you had better get ready to face the consequences.
And we cruised along in our relationship. Then I found out the gender of the baby and that was the tip of the iceberg for him. We got divorced three months later. I took him to court to get alimony and child support. But he had a real good lawyer with him. All I ended up with was full custody of the baby. But that was alright, she's all I ever needed. Satyr would call me up once a month to tell me to get remarried.
Gweg: Why would he do that?
Sara: I have no idea.
There was a knock on the door. It was Detective Watterson.
Det. Watterson: I'm glad to see you here, Gweg. I hope this isn't another game you two are playing.
Sara: Sir, my daughter was taken. If you know where Satyr is, please tell us, we'll go there ourselves.
Det. Watterson: I'm sorry to hear about your daughter. Fine. Satyr leased out an out of work automotive repair shop two months ago. The people who live around it keep to themselves. It's a good place to do something if you don't want people nosing around.
Gweg: Let's go.
Det. Watterson: I'll follow. If he did kidnap her, I'm taking him in.
Back at the garage.
Satyr and Mitchell were in the garage. Dr. Wicklund was looking over his medical equipment.
Satyr: I can't wait to see him work those tools. It's going to be art.
They walked back into the office and sat down.
Mitchell: You still haven't told me what this is really all about.
Satyr: You see, it's simple. Sara had a daughter.
Mitchell: And that means what?
Satyr: After Sara told me she was pregnant, I was furious of course. I stuck around, trying to figure out ways to get back at her, but when I found out she was having a girl, I knew the kid couldn't be mine.
Mitchell: How so?
Satyr: There is a 1% chance of a human or a nymph getting pregnant with a female after conceiving with a satyr. We get our women pregnant with healthy male satyrs.
Mitchell: I see.
Satyr: Of course, after finding out she was having a girl, a plan formed in my mind.
April 2001
I met up with my buddy Richard to talk about my predicament.
Me: I need to get this bitch back for dragging me along with this ruse.
Richard: Just let it go. Seems like you have a "Get out Of Jail Free" card.
Me: No, there's a still a chance this kid could be mine.
Richard: You already told her you wanted a divorce. I'm surprised it took you this long. Our bet was you had to marry her, not stay married to her.
Me: What?
Richard: Yeah, you could have gotten a divorce the next day, you still would have honored the bet.
Me: Why didn't you tell me this sooner?
Richard: I thought you already figured that part out.
Me: Screw it.
I sat there. Staring off into space. Then it struck me.
Me: I got it!
Richard: What?
Me: When the kid gets old enough, I'll kidnap her and turn her into a satyr!
Richard: What?
Me: Think about it. She wants to fuck around with me. Us satyr's aren't good enough for her anymore. Satyr's are good enough to fuck, but not to raise. You know, she would always go to the bathroom after we had sex, now I know why. Probably taking some drugs to counteract conception. And that's why. So, I'm going to give her the satyr she never wanted.
Richard: Sounds reasonable.
Me: I just need a good lawyer for the divorce.
Richard: I have a website you can go to.
And that's that. I hired a lawyer, his prices were reasonable, and I won in court. She got full custody. And Here we are today.
Mitchell: But that doesn't explain...
He was cut off by Dr. Wicklund running into the room.
Dr. Wicklund: The transformation is complete.
Satyr: Thank you.
Satyr looked into the garage.
Satyr: My dream came true. Ok, cover her up for now. Let her settle into her new role in the world.
There was a pounding on the door.
Satyr: Mitchell, see who that is.
Mitchell looked out the window.
Mitchell: It's your roommate. He's with another man and a woman. The man looks like a cop.
Satyr: How did he find me? Don't let them look in the garage!
Satyr went to the door. He opened it just a little and stepped outside.
Satyr: Gweg, Sara, and Watts! What brings you all out here?
Gweg: Don't play stupid. Where is she?
Satyr: Who?
Sara: Our daughter!
Satyr: How should I know. She was kidnapped wasn't she? I thought you guys were out looking for her.
Gweg: We are, and we wound up here. Where is she?
At this time, Mitchell snuck around from the back and hid behind Gweg's car. He brought one of the workers from the garage with him. The watched the confrontation.
Mitchell whispered to the worker.
Mitchell: If this gets violent, I want you to grab the blond guy.
Worker: Got it.
Det. Watterson walked up to Satyr.
Det. Watterson: Listen here Satyr. We can go about this two ways. One: You take us in there and give us the girl. Two: I crack open your fucking skull and we go in there and get the girl.
Satyr: And I thought you were here to make friends.
Det. Watterson grabbed Satyr and pucked him against the wall.
Mitchell and the worker ran from behind the car. Mitchell grabbed Watterson and threw him off of Satyr. The worker punched Gweg in the stomach.
Sara: Stop this! I just want Valerie back.
The worker stopped attacking Gweg.
Worker: Valerie? It's in the garage.
Gweg coughed and looked at the worker.
Gweg: It?
Satyr: Shut up. Don't say another word.
Everyone was looking at Gweg and Satyr now. Det. Watterson used the distraction as an opportunity to knock Mitchell out. He then pulled the gun out of his holster and yelled out.
Det. Watterson: Satyr! Take us in the garage right now!
Satyr: Fine. Fine! Let's go.
The went into the garage.
Satyr opened the door and showed them all Valerie.
Satyr: There, there she is.
Gweg: What is that?
There was a 24 foot U-Haul truck covered in a tarp in the middle of the garage.
Sara: Is that a truck? Is Valerie in there?
Satyr laughed.
The tarp began to move. Dr. Wicklund stepped out of the back of the truck.
Dr. Wicklund: Excellent. We have an audience to unveil our creation.
Det. Watterson went up to the truck and looked inside.
Det. Watterson: What is all this? Where's Valerie?
Satyr shook his head. He went up to the truck and removed the tarp.
Everone stared in disbelief.
Whatever decals that were on the truck identifying it as a U-Haul were removed. In it's place, were two toddlers playing with alphabet blocks. Below them were a group of alphabet blocks on a row spelling out somethine.
Gweg: Abortion-mobile?
Satyr: Yes. This is the Abortion-mobile.
Sara: That guy said Valerie was in here.
The worker stepped into the garage.
Worker: Yeah. He named the truck Valerie.
Gweg: You named this thing after your daughter.
Satyr: She's what inspired this whole thing.
Sara: Where is she?
Satyr: I already told you, I don't know.
Gweg: Do you even care?
Satyr: Nope.
One of the workers, who were in charge of repainting the truck and putting the medical equipment in, snuck out of the garage and got on his phone.
Worker: Hey. It's me. Yeah, this guy ain't goning to pay for his daughter back. Abort this whole plan. I don't care, dump in front of this place if you want.
Gweg: Come one Sara, let's go back to your house and see if Watterson can find anything.
Det. Watterson: Yeah. Let's go.
He went up to Satyr.
Det. Watterson: I'm going to nail you for something. Mark my words. I will get you.
Satyr: If you ever get your wife pregnant, you knw who to call.
Satyr walked with them out to their cars.
Satyr: Don't tell anybody about what you saw here. I want this to be a surprise to the community.
Gweg: We have bigger things to worry about right now.
They all stopped when they heard the screeching of tires. An unmarked van swerved around the corner. It slowed down as it came up to the garage. The side door opened up, and a masked man threw something out.
It was the body of a young girl. It rolled a few feet and stopped in front of the group. The girl was dead.
Sara scremed out.
Sara: Valerie! Oh my god! My baby!
She jumped down to the body and held it in her arms.
A few moments later, Satyr silently walked over to her and kneeled beside her.
He held her close to him for a few minutes then whispered soemthing in her ear.
Satyr: This never would have happened if you had gotten an abortion like I told you to.
The End.
