“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here now?” George demanded.“They brainwashed me then medically retired me and the others who had survived. Tha... was some four years ago. About ten days ago someone kidnapped my sons. They were murdered and mutilated. My wife hung herself over the weekend on learning they were dead and seeing the pictures. I saw the pictures prior to that and got drunk as a skunk. That’s when I started remembering how to use Magic. I’m here for revenge on the bastards who killed. Perhaps this was, in fact, the place where it had begun, whatever “it” was.The evening had passed like countless others, the same routine every time Erik came back into town. Dinner at their favourite restaurant, the one in the “nice” part of town, at their favourite table with a bottle of their favourite wine. The hours passed like minutes. Even on returning to Robert’s pokey little one-bedroom flat, time always seemed to run away from them as the nostalgic sounds of early-2000s indie rock. When the last one was dealt with, she once more sat for a few minutes, trying to sense anything out of place or threatening. Satisfied that she was still undetected, she lifted the vent and, raising herself a few feet, set it to the side of the shaft's mouth.Helfe hoisted herself out of the shaft and quickly rolled to the side into some deeper vegetation, her weapon at the ready. A few minutes later and Peter did the same, rolling to the other side of the shaft and taking up a defensive. Under orders from his mother, Louis had tearfully dumped her on the spot, still maintaining a rather disturbing erection. And so Victoria was alone. She didn’t mind it terribly. Obviously, she had little sexual satisfaction, but a dildo constructed out of a marking pen, several layers of felt, and a layer of duct tape was enough to keep any annoying needs at bay. Lonely, but not disablingly so, she led her cold, quiet, reserved life in relative peace. Until that Tuesday. Victoria was usually.