Date: Mon, 9 Dec 1996 13:15:15 -0500 From: Robyn Harris Organization: Wesleyan College Subject: INT: HWY 41(Story Update and addition) INTRO: Somewhere in Arizona, in the dry flat lands not often traveled even in this modern day, stretches a two lane black top highway. The highway stretches 100 miles, twisting and turning in te desert. Natives know it exists, and tourists sometimes find it on the maps, but it's not a shortcut, and it doesn't get traveled much. lives change on this highway, things, strange things, can happen. ******PREVIOUSLY****** Mark, who was a womanizing frat boy during college broke down on the long stretch of dismal highway called HWY 41. About a mile away, Wanda, who incidentally knew Mark during his womanizing, (and kinky sex game) days, also broke down on the same stretch of highway. They were watched in the shadows by Eugene Tsetse, F.B.I. Code name--the squisher/crusher. Up comes Morgan/Shirley, a young woman with two personalities fighting for control of her lovely body. Her car ran out of gas. She was attacked by the squisher/crusher, and Shirley, a nymphomaniac bi-sexual with homicidal tendancies, emerged and beat poor eugene to death. (Poor Eugene, if only his parents had named him John or Daniel, or Bob, he would never have turned to such hideous crimes...but that's another story.) Actually, He's not dead, but lying on the side of HWY 41 dying. Morgan re-emrges, takes her 12-hour medication and marches off to find help. She finds Wanda. They find Mark. Who they both slept with and were dumped upon by. The three of them find Margaret, a young woman with anti-social disorder, basically, she's a sociopathic killer. Margaret decides to play normal until the sun sets. Agent Dale Cooper, fresh from his assignments, gets word of the Squisher being on HWY 41, he goes to the highway and finds the four people. he picks them up and they go to a small cafe off exit 301. Also off Exit 301, about 10 miles west into the desert, John Anderson, Ph.D., Dr. in parapsychology, is studying a strange phenomenon. Some wierd lights are appearing at night, and corpses are being found drained of all blood. The sand around the area the lights supposedly come from is melted into glass fragments. Back at the cafe, Shirley has re-emerged, changed her clothes into something a little more provactative and is hitting on Agent Cooper, who is eating some great apple pie. Mark and wanda are both reminiscing about the days when Mark used to play Teacher/student games with Wanda. He liked to be called bad boy and be spanked. Also, Mark knows about shirley, but shirley knows what Mark did last summer, so Mark isn't going to say anything yet. Margaret is planning a massive blood orgy. ***<>*** Mark, Wanda, Margaret, Morgan, Shirley, Cooper, Dr. Anderson, and even Eugene, were all brought here for a reason, but no one quiet knows the forces that are pulling them all toward that old almost forgotten highway, known as HWY 41. ********And Now, Our story continues*********** Dr. anderson trekked closer and closer to the supposed epi-center of the activity. Oh his thesis would be amazing. he would get such acclaim if he could figure out the phenomenon. But right now, he was feeling incredibly hungry. And it was getting to dark and chilly to do much else. He should have brought his jeep. He would have to go back. He smiled to himself. It would be great. All he needed was a few weeks to research and discover. He turned east and preparded for the trek back. It should only take him twenty minutes to get to the jeep, and antoher 30 to get back to that little cafe. ----At The Cafe---- "So, Dale. It is Dale isn't it?" Shirley purred. "How long have you been a 'G-Man?'" "Well, I wouldn't say that I ---" "'Scuze me, I need to go to the ladies room." Margaret stood up. It infuriated her that she was the fifth wheel here. But she would get her chance, oh yes, she would make them all scream a chorus of songs of pain. Just you wait and see. (To Be Continued)(by you? or maybe you? jump right in...) Robyn Alyson ------------- You've been contacted ( ) I^^^^^ I ) I~~~~ I \ I \ A I \/ pookers@geocities.com ****************** "Some will die in hot pursuit in firey auto crashes. Some will die in hot pursuit while shifting through my ashes, Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain, that is pouring like an avalanche, coming down the mountain." ---Butthole Surfers "Pepper" ****************** http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/9011/ http://members.wbs.net/homepages/d/a/r/darquequeen.html