Slowly, her hand lifted, a drivers licence held within. Her eyes scanned the card, then the boats, gently rocking on the water.
“Boat. Gorilla man lives in a boat.” She whispered. Taking a step forward, her bare feet crunching on the salted dock.
“Ahoy there cap’n Gorilla man. Permission tae come aboard, arrr.” She growled, in a pirate accent. Cupping her hand to her ear, Stephanie, listened for a reply, though she had barely left the bouncer, the houseboat’s occupant, back at the night club a mere half hour before. As one would expect, no reply came.
Stephanie leaped over from the dock to the deck of the boat, Her leading foot slipping on the icy surface, causing her to stumble forward, and into the glass door of the houseboat. Squeezing her eyes shut, tensing her body, expecting the glass to shatter and herself tumbling into the domicile. Nothing happened. Slowly she opened one eye at a time, looking at the unblemished door with confusion.
“You’re supposed to go smash, you are bad glass bad!” She sneered at the door. Putting her hands on the frame of the door, she threw her head back and lunged forwards, cracking her forehead against the glass.
“Smash!” She demanded, as her head made contact with the glass, a spider web of cracks splintering out from the point of impact. Pulling her head back, Stephanie looked to see what she had done. A dark red mark from the assault already fading on her forehead.
“Why do you not listen to me? I love you door. I always loved you. Now Smash!” Her voice rising in volume, taking a few steps back, right to the edge of the boat, she charged.
The door exploded inwards, glass shards scattering all over the hardwood floor inside, followed by the thud of Stephanie’s body.
“Yay! You smashed.” She sang, scrambling to her knees on the broken glass, scooping it up in her hands and letting it fall through her fingers like little diamonds. Getting to her feet, she opened one of the cupboard doors of the kitchenette, she saw a neat stack of plates.
“Nope. All wrong.” She said, reaching for plate after plate, tossing them over her shoulders, causing more loud smashing sounds, and littering the floor in more shrapnel. When the plates ran out, she moved on to the mugs, and glasses, breaking everything she could find in the kitchen.
She moved onwards into a lavish living space, complete with a large flat screen television and a state of the art stereo system.
“Gorilla man has nice things.” Stephanie said to herself.
“Let’s smash everything.” She hissed
“No! We kill him, take the boat.” Steph replied, her voice hardly above a soft squeaking whisper.
“Good idea. Take the boat, Stephanie.” She said with a hiss once more.
“Take it where? Can I go on a cruise? Can I be a pirate? Arrr Cap’n um, Cap’n Wylde arrr.”
“Wait until Darnell James gets home, kill him. Live in the boat.”
“Who that?”
“Gorilla man.”
“Oh him. Kill gorilla man HOO, HOO” Stephanie yelped out, hopping from foot to foot like a chimp.
“The **** has happened here?” Came a surprised voice from the outside of the boat, followed by the thump of heavy boots landing on the boat.
“What the, I been robbed! Mother fuckers. Imma kill the son ***** that fucked wit my ****.” Steph heard the sound of a cell phone being unlocked, and dashed into the kitchenette. There stood all six foot nine inches of muscle bound African American male.
“Who the… YOU! You freaky psycho ***** Imma kill you!” Darnel yelled, dropping his phone and lunging at the petite blonde. Side stepping quickly, Steph grabbed the man by the jacket, tossing him through the doorway, into the living quarters of the houseboat.
“Wrong Gorilla man You no make me go to the nightmare place nuh uh.” Steph replied, shaking her head.
“The **** you jus call me *****? You jus call me a fuckin’ gorilla? Oh you in for it now you cracka assed motha fuckin’ *****!” Darnel fumed in pure rage, ripping open a nearby drawer, he pulled out a handgun, cocking it with a loud metallic click.
“Gorilla man got gun HOO HOO” Steph grunted, beating her chest with her hands. “Gorilla man big, Gorilla man strong, HOO HOO, Gorilla man powerful!” She continued, snarling and huffing loudly.
“Oh yeah, and this gorilla man is gonna put a bullet in your mother fuckin hea…” His words cut short, Stephanie had, in the blink of an eye moved the full length of the room, ripping the gun from his hand.
“Gorilla man weak, use a gun bad gorilla man.” She tutted, before swinging her arm with lightening speed, pistol whipping the large man, bringing him to his knees.
“You ******* skanky assed whore!” He yelled, as blood leaked from a cut above his eye. With a roar of anger he swung a large fist, punching Stephanie in the stomach so hard it lifted her off the ground. She began to laugh as Darnel got to his feet.
“Is that all you got, Darnel?” She hissed, her head snapping up, her teeth bared. “My turn.” In an instant she was on him, grabbing his head in her hands. With a superhuman strength she pulled the man’s head towards her own, she leaned in to him, her tongue extending to the weeping cut, dragging over the already congealing blood.
“Have you ever seen the life fade from a man’s eyes, Darnel?” Came the foreboding hissing voice from Steph’s lips.
“N-n-no.” He stammered, the grip crushing his skull painfully like a vice.
“Well I have, and now I am going to do it to you.” She whispered in the soft squeaking voice now. Thrusting his head back violently, she snapped her teeth, ripping at the man’s throat, silencing his screams before they could even be made.
I would just like it to be made clear, the term "Gorilla man" in this story is not intended to be racial in any way shape or form. It is merely a name she gives him due to his physical stature. As you can probably tell, she is not exactly mentally stable.
