The Black Dahlia Revisited
Tuesday, 16. January 2007, 03:57:39
Elizabeth Short
"The Black Dahlia"
Dr. Frank N. Furter
"Sweet Transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania"
Hmmmm. A curious rememblance.
This could open up a whole new chapter in the mystery.
In, uh, some way that I can't really think of -- but it might.
The Black Dahlia Revisited
(in the style of James Ellroy)
Elizabeth left the hotel. A crazy week. Madness takes its toll. "Keep it
under control" she whispers. She walks down the street, having a think. The
blackness hits her like a void. An old pickup truck pulls up. Two girls,
a couple of snakes, later she'd call them Magenta and Olympia. They call
out the window, give her an evil wink. Just a couple girls out to have a
good time. Looks good. A party, someplace to stay for the night. That's
more like it. Elizabeth jumps in.
Up at the castle now. A couple of drinks. Wild music starts up, like
music from another planet. And it is from another planet. The planet
Transsexual. "Jump to your left!" they tell Elizabeth. "What?" she says.
She's confused. "Just jump to your left!" they say again. Elizabeth thinks
about it, jumps. "Now step to your right!" Elizabeth goes along with it.
Why not. Looks like fun. "Put your hands on your hips!" they say next. She
puts her hands on her hips. "Bring your knees in tight!" She does it, and
a spaced out sensation hits her. But it was those pelvic thrusts that really
drove her insane. Insane. Yeah, like a time warp. Insane.
Like a time warp. Again.
In the laboratory. Like an old science fiction movie. And you just know
what always happens. A laboratory experiment gone wrong, gone horribly
wrong. Dr. Frank N. Furter. Just a sweet transvestite? Yeah, right. He's
from another galaxy, idiot, the galaxy Transylvania. Warning clues right
there. Elizabeth gets into one of the transfer pods anyway. Like in
The Fly, you've seen that one. This is close. Dr. Frank N. Furter
gets into the other pod. A loud buzzing sound, lots of strange lights.
A fusion reaction taking place between the two pods. Elizabeth's genetic
material gets mixed in with Frank's. Process: Irreversible. Too late.
Elizabeth ends up in two pieces. Furter emerges looking like some dream
altered version of Elizabeth. He likes the new look. Yeah, it suits.
A string of pearls, a leather corset. Yeah, that's the ticket.
What to do. Rif-raf loads Elizabeth, both halves, into the pickup truck.
They take her back to the city, dump her.
Next day. A woman innocently walks with her daughter. Stumbles across
Elizabeth's lifeless forms. Reporters show up. Then the cops. The city
explodes. A vicious crime, apparently. The work of a psychopath, apparently.
Little did they know. They didn't think to check the castle up on the hill.
"Hell, that castle belongs to Errol Flynn" the cops erroneously tell themselves.
"Lots of strange goings-on. But it's Flynn, so..."
Idiots. Case file history: Unsolved.
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