2010-01-11: Dine and Die

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Date: January 11, 2010

Summary:

Mandy strikes again.


"Dine and Die"

Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles, Harlem

It's around Eight in the evening and the dinner rush at Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles has subsided for a while now. At present, it's mostly the 'regulars' who frequent the restaurant that are here to grab some food. In the kitchen, the cooks are joking, cooking, and singing the time away. One such cook is the most recent hire, Georgia Gregaire, who happens to be leading a song, for the fun of it. "You'd better think! (think think) Think about what you're tryin' to do to me! You better think!" And so on through the popular Aretha Franklin song 'Think'. What of the song makes it out to the customers, they seem to enjoy. Perhaps they're used to this, because some of them even join in in a refrain or two every now and again.

—-

No one's ever quite figured out Mandy's methods. She's random, she kills wantonly, she lets people live on a whim, she makes a mess, she leaves no tracks… It varies from place to place. There are no patterns to her targets, either. Everything seems opportune enough to her, when the mood strikes.

When she enters the restaurant, she even makes a joking comment to someone who's just leaving that it's too cold to be going out there! He's the lucky one, though. Cold is practically paradise compared to what Mandy has in mind for the people who are left in here. Casually, she pulls her coat off, hangs in near the door, and looks around, presumably for a place to sit.

And that's exactly what she does. Finding a table for herself, she kicks off her shoes, and props up her dirty feet. In fact, she's pretty much covered in grime from head to toe. Maybe she's homeless.

—-

When the waitress sees this person sticking her feet up on the table, she shakes her head and walks on over. "Sug, you're gonna have to out your feet down and back into your shoes, now. We don't allow feet on the tables, and we gotta 'No shoes on, no service' policy 'round here. This is a restaurant. We wanna keep it nice and clean. 'Kay sug?"

—-

Dark eyes close slowly. Mandy smiles, breathing deeply, as if savoring the aroma of the chicken-slash-waffle house that she's so chosen. "Sure, in a second," Mandy says, wiggling her toes. "Too bad. Been walking all day, just wanted to put my feet. Don't have a home, you know." The pity card. She loves to play with that, loves to make people feel sorry for her before she turns it around on them and completely destroys their world. "Man, you don't know what's goin' on out there. So cold all the time. Got enough money for— " Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a couple dollars in change. "Whatever that'll buy. Coffee, maybe."

—-

The waitress does indeed have some sympathy, but she still shakes her head. "Look, hon, we're all makin' our way in this place. Life ain't easy for us 'round here, but you still gotta wear your shoes in here, and not put your feet on the table, 'kay? Do that, and I think we'll get along peachy." She smiles at Mandy. "Well, we'll see what we can scrounge up for ya." The waitress says, making her way back to where the coffee is. "Hey, Georgia. Wanna make me a couple squares and a leg? Consider it my snack for the night." The waitress makes her request through the window to the kitchen. "Sure thing, Charlene." Georgia calls out from her station, getting to work on it, having just finished another order.

—-

Mandy, seemingly compliant, takes her feet down off the table and puts them back into her shoes. "Kindness is always rewarded," she mutters to herself, though it would be loud enough for people near enough to her to hear, and possibly nod to.

They're all here in their nice warm coats with their nice warm families. They don't know what real hunger is. Real drive. They should all die. Each and every single one of them, down to the man, woman, and snot-nosed little child that's refusing to eat his baby-mush over near the window. Priviledged. They all are. All those emo-goth pains in the asses listening to dark music and pretending to hate their parents. All the public works employees who have a bed to go home to after a long day at work. They all need to feel pain.

Mandy was thorough. Before she entered the restaurant, she made sure to burn through the phone lines. Any emergency cables - she found them all. Snapped them if she had to. And when she came in, she made sure to leave an acidic handprint on the doorframe - enough so that when it closed, it also melted shut. No one is leaving.

Ever.

For now, she just sits placidly, awaiting her 'kindness.' It'll be repaid, all right.

—-

Georgia has the chicken leg and two waffles made up in no time. "Charlene! I got you leg and squares ready as rain." She calls out, dinging the bell, going back to her work, unawares that anything of interest is going to happen. Charlene is quick to pick up the plate and pour a cup of coffee, taking it to Mandy's seat. "Here ya are, hon. Food hot off the grill and coffee freshly made. You want anything for your coffee or the waffles? Syrup? Cream? Sugar?"

—-

Mandy… seems to be very choked up over this plate of food that's been set before her. She looks as if she hasn't eaten in weeks. Are those tears in her eyes!? They sure are! Fanning her hand in front of her face as she looks down at her plate, she says, "You know, I… This might be awful forward of me, but, just— No one's been this nice to me in a long time— Can I give you a hug? I mean… Just… If you're okay with that?"

Several people around Mandy are already going 'awwwwww.' Yeah. How cute.

—-

The Waitress, Charlene, isn't quite sure what to say. It really isn't all too often that a person who comes in for food asks to give you a hug. "Well…umm…sure, sug. I suppose that'd be fine if ya gave me a hug." She says, raising her eyebrow and shrugging. What a strange evening this is turning out to be. She's used to people coming off the street. But not quite getting hugs from them.

—-

Oh, this was just too easy. Too bad Charlene isn't gonna be learning any lessons from this encounter. Come to think of it, neither is anyone else in here. Alas, too bad!

No, Mandy doesn't really think it's 'too bad.' The fun is just starting, after all! So she stands, appearing for all the world to be overwhelmed with Charlene's kindness. The waitress will never see that humble look on the woman's face turn to something much more sinister before Mandy reaches a hand right through the back of Charlene's neck, grabs her spinal cord, and melts right through it.

"So. Who's next?" she asks, as casually as if nothing at all had just happened.

—-

Charlene lets out a quick gasp before she slumps to the floor. It takes a few moments before anyone realizes what's happening. At first, someone from a table nearby jumps over and takes Charlene's pulse. "Oh my god…she's dead! Charlene's dead!" People cry out. They loved Charlene! She was one of the best waitresses the place had! The man looks up from beside the body. "What happened?" He obviously hasn't see the back of her neck yet, her having fallen with her back on the ground.

—-

Oh my god, she's dead, she's dead! "I don't know! Mandy says as she leans next to the guy who took poor Charlene's pulse. She places a hand on his back, as if to steady herself. "I was just standin' there, and… Well, I guess it went something like this…"

There's a slight pressure on the man's back as she pushes her hand through it, too. It won't kill, but it'll give people the opportunity to know what's happening. You can't kill everyone right away, after all. Things like bombs? Waaaay too fast. No one knows what's happening before they die. With this? Terror has those precious moments to sink in before people realise that they won't be leaving alive. It's like a drug for Mandy, and she's gone too long without her fix.

—-

The man lets out a little scream, collapsing, he may not be dead, but he sure is bleeding profusely. This is enough to catch the attention of the kitchen staff. Georgia looks at her fellow cooks. "Ya'll stay in here. Call the police." They give her a strange look. "Look, ya'll, do it. Just call the police. I'm gonna go 'bout checkin' out what happenin'." She says, taking off her apron and walking around to find her way out to the dining area. "Hey, what's goin' on out here?" She asks, looking around for Charlene, not spotting her right away.

—-

Call the police. Call the police. "Why you have to ruin mah fun?" she asks, her voice a mockery of the poor, departed Charlene. Mandy had nothing to do with that, really. Sigh. Well, if that's how it's gonna be… Hopping up on the table (Shoes on, thanks to Charlene) she says, "Hello, can I have everyone's attention, please?" There is an emergency! There must be leaders in an emergency. "One of you has already died. Another is going to follow shortly. If you want to live…" She sighs, rolling her eyes. "God damn. I ruined my big speech again. Okay, what it boils down to is this. No one's leaving this place alive. You volunteer yourselves, I promise I'll make it quick and painless. I'm hoping you run like scared pigs. Makes it more fun. I'll count to three. One…"

—-

The nearby baby is already crying louder than before, while it's mother cuddles it close and everyone cowers away from the strange woman. Two people have been hurt/died that have been touched by this woman, there's no way that they're going near her. Georgia frowns and shakes her head. "Now WAIT a minute!" She says, slowly approaching. Seeing the two bodies on the ground and all the blood, however, as she approaches has her stop pretty quickly. She gags slightly. This is not an ideal situation. She takes a few deep breaths. "Now…ain't no way anybody…else is gonna be hurt 'round here today." She says, voice loosing confidence slightly as she looks up at Mandy. "You are gonna leave these people alone, now. Ya hear?"

—-

Mandy barks out a sharp laugh, incredulous, as Georgia speaks. "You're going to save… All these people?" Mandy asks. See, usually, they all run screaming like lemmings - toward the door. Which won't open. Oh, doesn't that suck. But this girl breaks the mold. Awesome.

Hopping off the table, she grabs a woman by the face. Said woman screams, and the reason becomes apparent as soon as Mandy removes her hand - the woman no longer has a face. All the features are just gone.

Perhaps it was someone in the prime of their life who's just had all their dreams ripped away from them in a single second. Maybe Mandy will let her live for that very reason. If there's one thing she loves more than massacre, it's that someone has to live with the aftermath of it.

Games are fun, too. "Tell you what. If you die…" With a grand gesture, she indicates everyone else in the restaurant. "They all go free. They get to decide, though. Do you all die together, or do I kill this pretty lady here, and let the rest of you walk?"

Of course Mandy knows what the answer will be. They'll all die anyway — except the girl without a face. She can go.

—-

The people in the kitchen quickly find that none of the phones they have are working. Only one brought their cell phone to work. And that person is now on the phone to the police. Better late than never, after all.

Georgia glares at the woman causing all the havoc. She gags once more at the sight of the faceless woman. It takes her a moment before she can speak again. "If…if you let all of the people go, then I'll let you kill me. But not a second before the last person has left." She says with a nod. Picking up a glass from a nearby table, she attempts to smile. "If you don't…well, this'll at least be mighty interestin'." As she speak, the glass in her hands starts to mould into a different shape. It starts to close in on itself, becoming more like a pole. As Georgia starts to roll it in her hands, one end starts to get smaller and pointier, sharper end.

—-

Oh, please. Mandy knows this routine. She's been through this before. Being amazed by some new shit that someone can do? Yeah, she did that when she was twelve. Thing is, no matter what it is - blowing bubbles out of soap or glass, for example - you don't take the time to figure out just what the danger is before you strike.

This is why Mandy may well be one of the most dangerous people in New York right now. She fancies herself to be the most dangerous person on earth, acually. Oh, delusions. "Mistake," she says. Hopefully before Georgia can finish her glass spear, Mandy's aiming a kick at it. It's only glass, right? That means she should be able to break it. She hopes.

—-

Georgia is taken a bit by surprise when the glass is so expertly kicked out of her hands. It goes flying, hitting the table and shattering. She narrows her eyes at Mandy. "Well, aren't we Miss Kicker. Let's hope that's the first of many mistakes." With that, the glass shards float up, seemingly somewhat controlled by the movement of one of her hands. If she's not distracted by anything, the glass shards will start being thrown at Mandy. They're big pieces though, not enough to cut, just to give Mandy some nice sized bruises if the hit the right places.

—-

Well, looks like Mandy picked the wrong restaurant for her glorious return into a life of crime. Oh, well. Two is a pretty good number for one night - she'll take it. It's enough to get the NYPD back on the case.. "You little shit," she says as the glass flies at her. Then, there are some expletives of pure pain as she's pummeled by them. She can melt through glass, but not when it's flying right at her. There's just not enough time.

"Oh, I'll remember you. You're good," she says to Georgia, pointing a finger, smirking through the grimace of pain. She's sure something's broken in the rib area, but that's okay. She'll survive, for the moment, anyway. "New deal. You break the glass out of that window for me, let me go, and I don't kill anyone else, huh? And when the police get here, you tell them all about me. Every detail. No one else dies - it's in your hands now, babe." Taking a step back, she grabs the neck of a middle aged woman, and starts squeezing. "I love a good bargain. I do. I also like blood on my hands."

—-

Georgia takes a deep breath in. "I don't want you to remember me. I want you out of here." She glares. "I hope the glass hurt you. If not…there's more where that came from, honey." When she grabs the woman, though, Georgia goes wide-eyed. "No…please. Don't hurt her." She takes a deep breath in. "Tell you what. Take me. I'm more valuable to you than she is. I got the glass thing…and I work here at the restaurant. If…if you take me with you, you can use me as a hostage. That's right." She holds up her hands. "Take me as a hostage. I…I…" Her mind is reeling. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt anybody."

—-

Mandy laughs, hysterically. "Fuck, a hostage?! I never thought of that before! Holy shit, a hostage!" Suddenly, she becomes very serious. The woman she's holding by the neck drops to the floor, dead. Next, Mandy reaches for a child.

"I said, break the glass at the window. I leave, you get to live. So does this kid. Don't know its name, don't care. You're all like pigs to me. Cattle. You're all just going to end up in a box in the ground one day anyway, so when you die… Right now, that's up to you. Now you… You're responsible for the death of this woman here." Mandy aims a kick for the corpse. "You want to kill a child, too, just keep talking. I've done it before. You don't want to test my limits, 'cuz I don't have any. Break. The glass. Out of the window. Now. I know you can. You want to come with me after that, fine. But I guarantee you'll be dead before my feet hit the street."

—-

Georgia seethes. She killed someone else. Glaring at Mandy, she inches her way past the woman, toward the window at the front of the store. She places her hand on it and shortly a web-like patter appears on it spreading out from her hands. Once it's covered the whole of the glass, it shatters outward. "Fine…there." She says through her teeth. "Now let…the child…go. And nobody else needs to be hurt. And you can leave."

—-

"Promise is a promise." She pushes the child toward the rest of the waiting patrons. Their deaths are postponed… For now. Like Mandy said, they're all going to end up in a box in the ground anyway. Not today, but sometime in the future. Sooner? Later? Who knows how mortality really works.

Hopping through the window, she offers Georgia a wink. "So, how's it feel to be a murderer?" she asks. Oh, the guilt! Mandy will try to force it on anyone she can. She has none, herself, which is good, considering her conscience would be prety heavy by now, if she did. Without another word, she slips into the night.

The police will arrive shortly after, but they won't find any trace of the fugitive.

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