and The Ice-Angel of Death
Chapter 10 - Ice Man
'... alone. Prodding won't make them wake up... '
'... get your kicks soon... '
'... takes a while to wear off... '
'... either one looks like puking pull off the... '
'... we got plenty of time tonight. Who's gonna raise the alarm? Their Room Mates? I don't think so... '
Priscilla seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness, her
nostrils and the back of her throat were filled with a penetrating
odour and a sweet aftertaste and all the while snatches of annoying,
garbled conversation kept invading her mind.
'... likes teasing. But Monkey has to be patient... '
'... Ehi, ehi, ehji... '
'... steady Monkey. Wait until they wake up... '
Gradually, as Priscilla began to come out of the fog, she was aware of
something lying against her. At first it felt like a dead weight, but
eventually she realised that it was another body. She tried to open her
eyes and mouth, but they were clamped shut and it took her some time to
realise that they were covered over with tape. She was breathing
through her nostrils and the smells she encountered were of dampness
and a mixture of other acrid and pungent odours that she couldn't
recognise. As she slowly regained her wits it occurred to her that all
she could do was feel, smell and hear. Her wrists and ankles were bound
and she could neither see or cry out. A chill ran through her.
Involuntarily she began to struggle against her bindings and a distant
voice said, 'Looks like this one's back.'
'And the other?'
'Face's twitching, wont be long.'
After a time, which might have been minutes, there came a muffled sound of distress, like somebody trying to cry out.
'Got you both back now, have we?' said one of the voices.
Just say 'Zits' an' I'll know who you are, thought Priscilla, trying to
ease her shivering neck against the warmth of the other body.
'Black girl's moving. Yeah you kid! You and your pal both gettin' with it now? Fine. Time to meet Monkey!'
Something happened then that Priscilla would never forget. Afterwards
she hoped that she would never hear anything like it again. It began as
a low gibber that reverberated into a moaning wail and ended in the
screech of a voice whooping like a Howler Monkey. Around her there was
a terrifying commotion as something seemed to tear about the space
close to where she lay, buffeting and slapping against her thighs and
It was like a miniature cyclone flying back and forth, crashing and
stamping and leaping about her prone body; the swish of objects
whooshing through the air so close to her face that she flinched away.
Something, a hand, grappled at her hair and a voice, so close that its
hot breath blew into her nostrils, exploded, 'Eihji, eihji, ehi, ehi,
ehi, eihjii! Ecck, ecckh,
The scream of it reverberated in her ears as she tried to pull away.
The only thing to register in all Priscilla's blind and helpless panic
was that Monique was with her.
'Monkey! That will do for now!' said a high-pitched voice, as if from some distance away.
'Monkey!' the voice again commanded, 'you've had your fun. Now it's
time to make our point.' There came a shuffling noise, the sound of
something moving off and something coming closer.
'Listen, both of you, and listen good. The Ice Man's here and he wants
to speak to you. I'm gonna take the tape off your mouth Zits, and then
off your little black friend. If either of you try to scream, Monkey
will be back, and Monkey likes to do all the screaming. Keep quiet and
only speak if you're asked to.'
The tearing sound of tape coming away from Priscilla's face and then
Monique's was like somebody ripping the wrappings off a packing box.
Both of them took huge gulps of air and lay on their sides, back to
'You get your mouths clamped the second you make a squeak,' warned the menacing voice close by their heads.
'Good evening Little Girls,' came a different, distant voice, 'it's
been brought to my attention that both of you are becoming a nuisance
toward a certain person.'
This was a voice that sounded like sandpaper probably should scratching
across the rough grain of timber. 'I don't usually get involved with
school-girl squabbles, but in this case I have an interest. The point
here is very clear. Keep out of her way. Whatever she does is none of
your business. If either of you two are in competition against her,
play it cool and let her win. You, little white girl, tell me that you
get the message. I want to hear it now.'
Priscilla, having heard the earlier voice use the word Zits, was
stewing, even through her fear. 'You mean Roseanne Sole don't you? I
'She knows that we have to do as we are told,' said Monique, cutting
across the already rising tone of her friend. 'Oh please, just let us
go. We do not know who you are or where you have taken us, we only want
to get back to our school. Please let us go!'
Priscilla felt Monique's weight shift against her as if in warning and grimly kept her mouth closed.
'I don't think so,' came the cold reply. 'It seems to me that your pal
hasn't really understood what I've been telling you. Of course Monkey
is ready to help you get with it and maybe that's the quickest way.'
Behind the sand-paper voice Monkey began to gibber, 'Eihji, ehi, ehi, eeechh!'
'Cool it Monkey, easy boy easy,' soothed one of the other voices in the background.
'That might be the quickest way, however there's a better way,'
continued the sand-paper voice. 'Time to take a walk and then... ' the
voice paused as if savouring the next words, 'take a ride. Cover their
Before either Priscilla or Monique could scream, rough hands were
wrapping tape about their mouths, muffling their cries of protest and
'Cut their ankles loose and get them on their feet,' commanded the sand-paper voice.
Both the girls were hauled upright and the bindings around their legs
removed. Then they were led forward, stumbling a few paces over some
'Here, put out yer hands and get hold of these steps,' said one of the
other voices, tugging at Priscilla's arm. 'Ya gotta climb now, feel yer
Blindly, Priscilla groped her bound hands about until she grasped the
solid form of wooden treads and slowly, hesitantly, began to ascend.
Behind her she could hear Monique's laboured breathing and the fear
behind it. After eight or nine steps Priscilla managed to find her
footing on a level surface above as Monique fumbled her way up behind
her. About the two petrified girls the sounds of their abductors
emerged and gathered.
'Now don't try anything stupid. Do as you're told and you wont get
hurt,' said the sand-paper voice. 'Monkey's right here with us and
Monkey gets startled easily. He tears things apart when he gets
startled. You don't want that. You want to be good little school-girls,
and be around tomorrow. Move.'
The threat shivered through Priscilla and she felt wobbly in the knees
as she began to probe her way forward. At her back she could hear the
frantic sounds of Monique's breathing.
After a few shambling steps they were halted and there came a strange,
slithering sound, then the pair were prodded forward until they felt
their way into an area that seemed broader and open although there was
really no way of knowing. A number of paces on and they were led down
some steps and suddenly a door opened and the breeze of fresh air
tingled at their nostrils.
'Keep moving!' said a voice, prodding at Priscilla as a hand took hold
of her arm and led her forward through a light sprinkle of rain.
Stumbling along, she became aware of the soft crunch of gravel beneath
her feet and the tread of the others around her. Then they veered off
this path and she was walking through what felt like slippery, wet
After a distance they were ordered to halt and there came to the ears
of both girls a faint rattle and a snicking sound. This was followed by
a soft creaking noise, the crackle of leaves and branches and they were
ushered forward once again before being guided around to the right. It
seemed to Priscilla that they were now walking on pavement as the going
was smooth and even enough.
Ahead of them, Priscilla could hear the low humming growl of a motor car and in a few moments they were alongside it.
'Open the boot,' ordered the sand-paper voice.
The muted sound of the car's boot opening had the effect of something
falling out of Priscilla's stomach and plummeting through to her bowels.
'Bring them around here,' said Sand-paper, and the two girls were pushed along until they leaned against the rear of the car.
'Climb in,' said one of the other voices.
Priscilla began to struggle backward and she could hear Monique's muffled whimpering beside her.
The sand-paper voice sighed. 'I don't need this. Get them in, now.'
Before Priscilla could try to do anything else she was literally picked
up and dumped into the interior of the car boot. Seconds later, Monique
protesting, was hauled in and pushed down as the boot lid thumped
closed just above their heads. Squealing and squirming, the girls
bumped against each other, their shoulders and elbows and knees
colliding; the dreadful fear of being enclosed, eyes and mouths taped
shut, in the utter darkness of a car boot where the air was tainted by
the faint fumes of petrol, was almost overwhelming. Both of them were
The vehicle began to move, slowly at first as it cruised down the
street then, picking up speed, it growled along, sweeping through bends
and finally roaring into life as it thundered away, screeching around
corners at a frantic pace, tires screaming, the engine gunning,
throwing the two girls against each other as they tried to ward off
every unexpected lurch. In the total blackness of the enclosed space,
their nostrils flaring out of fear and the lust for life-giving air,
both girls were forced to inhale the noxious exhaust fumes filtering
back into the boot cavity so that as the fleeting moments of their
terrible confinement passed they began to feel the effects. Their
senses reeled as they bashed and crashed together in the ongoing uproar
of screeching brakes and sudden accelerations while the car hurtled
frantically along straight stretches and skidded around corners.
Suddenly the speed of the car slowed as it bumped over something and glided to a halt.
The entire ordeal might only have taken minutes or moments, but by the
time the vehicle shuddered to a stand-still Priscilla and Monique were
both badly shaken up and almost delirious on a cocktail of fear, fumes
Then there came a vague clicking sound and a rush of winter air as the
boot opened. Hands grasped roughly at Priscilla, lifting and dragging
her out. At her back she could hear Monique's muffled moans as she too
was pulled from the boot.
Together they were laid down against a hard stone surface as the
sand-paper voice said, 'Do you get the idea now Little Girls? It's
after eight o'clock and you're a few blocks away from school. If you
hurry, you might get back before they lock you out. I'm letting you go
this time, but next time there won't be a next time see, because one of
you, or maybe one of your friends will have already had a bad accident.
Funerals are such unhappy places.
Say anything to anybody, and it might be your turn. We're watching everything you do.
Take a piece of friendly advice, keep your mouths shut and leave our mutual acquaintance alone.'
'You get that Zits?' said a second voice at Priscilla's ear, 'Ice Man don't like to be crossed.'
There came the sound of something slicing through the tapes that bound
both girl's wrists, and then hurried footsteps followed by the slamming
of doors. The car revved, then drove away at an unhurried pace.
Priscilla could feel her heart thumping in time to the pulses in her head. Then, as she
thought that she might pass out, she caught the sounds of Monique beside her and the ripping of tape.
'Ohh! Ohh! Oh Priscilla! I can breathe! One minute! let me get this off my eyes! Priscilla! Are you alright? Priscilla!'
Priscilla managed a muffled 'Mmmph!' as she struggled to wrench off the
clinging tape binding her own mouth. It was hard going because the more
that she clawed at it the stringier the stuff became, but at last she
cleared her mouth and was able to gulp in the night air. 'Whooh!
Hoowwh! Moni! I'm O.K. You?'
'Yes, yes, I've slipped it off over my head. I can see now, hold still and I will get your eyes free!'
Priscilla, gulping in air, felt as if she might float away and clutched
at Monique's arms as her friend struggled, her shaking fingers fumbling
at the binding tape, until finally resorting to biting through it with
her teeth and winding it off.
'There! Cilla! Can you see?'
Priscilla, lying on her back, blinked up into the shadowy, anxious eyes
of her dear friend. 'Yeah, yes,' she sighed, 'hey girl, this is pretty
cool. I can see a lotta stars out there over your shoulder. Think I had
too much of whatever it wuz they made us breath... but... Moni...
I'm so sorry... '
'Sorry for what? We're still friends. We're just the same!'
'Sorry for me, coz I think I've wet my knickers.'
'Whaddaya mean good?'
Monique's face peered down and broke into that characteristic grin.
'Good, because it means I'm not alone with wet knickers. Come on, get
up, we have to find our way back to school!'
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