it's the twenties, yabbah dabbah, ooh the twenties part 3 (final part)
It’s the twenties, yabbah dabbah, ooh the twenties part 3 (final part)
“what the fuck have you done?” Whizzer asked, a sudden panic on his face.
Marvin adopted an impression of Whizzer, reaching out and touching his palm to Whizzer’s face, “oh darling- “He said in an exaggerated high pitched nasally voice, “it is not what I have done, it is what you have done.”
A dismembered voice cut through Whizzer’s confusion as he tasted blood in his mouth. “I want everyone’s hands up. This is a raid.”
Whizzer instantly sank under the table, covering his ears as he heard the pounding footsteps and the shrieks of the guests, cowering in the corner. From his position, he saw Marvin, straighten his tie, standing up and reaching into his tuxedo, pulling a gun from his holster and lazily, he pointed it at Whizzer.
“get up.” He ordered, hand limp and loose as he closed one eye, peering into the barrel as though he was bored. Whizzer took one look at him, and scampered, trying to squeeze under the low sofa. “I said get the fuck up.” Suddenly Marvin pointed the gun straight at whizzer, a loud burst, then a bullet an inch away from his head.
Whizzer froze, breathing jagged and uneven, eyes unbelievably wide.
“sorry about that-” Marvin smiled as though he had not almost killed Whizzer, “hair trigger.”
Whizzer held his hands up and slowly he got up, eyes fixed on Marvin, “I have the photographs.”
“And I have proof that you work for Mother. Where is she?” Whizzer bit his tongue, watching as Marvin rolled his eyes before fingering the trigger. “you know how much pressure it takes to fire this gun?” He asked.
Whizzer shook his head, “I am sorry detective, but I have never been one for violence.”
“this is a .38 revolver, if I so much as touch- “He lightly pressed the trigger, shattering the bottle of champagne behind Whizzer “-the trigger, you are dead. So, where is Mother?”
Whizzer averted his gaze, watching the bar where Charlotte was being Man handled by one of the police officers and he lurched forward without meaning to, Marvin pressing the barrel of the gun into his stomach, digging it in as Whizzer’s arms were twisted behind his back, cuffed by another officer.
He was shoved forward, joining the band as they were searched, Marvin smirking at his chance to pat Whizzer down.
“ow get off- “Charlotte slurred as an officer slipped his hand down the front of her white dress, feeling the space between her breasts. She tried pushing him away, but suddenly the officer struck her in the face, and she fell off of her barstool as he took kicks at her, her snow-white dress blossoming with blood as Whizzer stood helpless, racist slurs being yelled at her as a few of the officers joined in.
They left her unconscious on the floor, bleeding, swollen and no longer beautiful anymore, as Whizzer watched, eyes filled with tears. She was no longer a woman either, instead, a thing, an object, a broken piece of her former self.
Marvin stood in front of the group, pacing up and down as he held his gun, stepping over Charlotte’s body. “where is Mother?” He asked them.
He was met with silence.
Marvin scoffed, nodding as he traced his teeth with his tongue. “alright.” He said quietly. Casually, he aimed the gun, firing it straight into the pianists forehead, “oops- “he said innocently, not even breaking Whizzers eye contact, “hair trigger.”
Around him, there was cursing, and shrieks and the saxophonist threw up, shaking his head as he covered the man’s body with his jacket. Whizzer almost couldn’t tear his eyes away from Marvin, quickly glancing over at the body and scrunched his eyes closed, angling his head upwards as he said a silent prayer.
“now, I am going to ask again.” Marvin said threatening Whizzer with a single look, “where is Mother?” He approached Whizzer, who had seemed to have shrunk all of a sudden, eyes still closed and muttering quietly under his breath. He flinched as he felt the cold metal of the gun on his cheek, opening his eyes and looking upwards as he blinked away tears, the smell of metal and blood thick in the air.
A feminine voice cut through the silence, “She is up there.”
Whizzer let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as Marvin stepped away, but it quickly became lodged back in his throat as he saw her. Blonde slightly curled hair, a pinstripe suit.
It all pieced together in an instant.
“Cordelia, you fucking sold us out you bitch!” He yelled before receiving a knee to the stomach, falling onto his knees.
She pointed to the door behind the bar, and the men started to enter it. Slowly, she sidled towards Whizzer, “my name is not Cordelia, I go by Poovie.” She lit a cigarette and took a long draw, “honestly Whizzer, I thought you were smarter than this.”
“Marvin.” They all turned their heads, and there she stood. Mother. This time her voice wasn’t octaves too high, this time her shoes weren’t flat, this time she did not look old. This time she looked powerful as she held her whisky glass.
“Trina?” Marvin whispered in confusion, taking an almost unnoticeable step backwards as he stared at his wife.
She scoffed at him, “It is Mother to you.” She said icily, “unhand Whizzer and please think twice before shooting dead my next pianist, it leaves an awful amount of mess for my staff to clean up.” She took a sip of her drink, clinking the ice cubes purposely against the side in time as she took several steps forward, her heels making sharp, confident clicks on the ballroom floor.
Marvin, still in a daze, didn’t do anything, just stared at the woman he had married long ago.
“oh, for goodness sake.” Mother rolled her eyes, rooting around in her diamond encrusted purse, before getting out the tiniest, diamond enamelled pistol, shooting one of the policeman directly in the head, “there, my dear husband- “Her voice was sarcastic as she addressed him, “-now we are even.” Instantly, the two other policemen on the floor drew their own guns, but Mother was just as unphased as before, taking yet another gulp of whisky, finishing the glass. “charlotte? Charlotte?” She called before finally noticing Charlotte’s body by her feet, “and my lead singer? Do you really want to see Whizzer up there every night, flirting with every man he sees? You are the jealous type after all.” She scoffed, going behind the bar and pouring her own drink before placing her gun and purse down, “now, let us do this without the weapons.”
The policemen all looked to Marvin, who was still in a state of shock after watching his wife kill someone.
“Jesus Christ Marvin, knock that fish gape off of your face and uncuff Whizzer.”
He shut his mouth blinking aggressively before placing his gun on the ground, gesturing to his officers to do the same as one of the men unlocked the handcuffs from behind Whizzer.
He instantly ran over to Charlotte, shaking her, “Lottie? Lottie?” She turned onto her side and Whizzer let out a sigh, kissing her forehead gently as he stood up, straightening out his suit, now crumpled and covered in blood. He paced towards Marvin, “what did I say earlier?” He asked in mock forgetfulness, “oh yes, I remember. You threaten someone I love; I threaten your whole world.” He lunged for Marvin.
Mother smacked the back of his head from behind the bar, “leave him be Whizzer.” She picked up the whisky and joined him on the other side.
“but- “
“So, husband mine- “She stalked towards Marvin, interrupting Whizzer who instantly shut his mouth, “what are you arresting me for?”
“too many things to list.”
“come on Marvin, what are the worst ones?” She asked, inches away from him as he squirmed.
“illegally running a speakeasy- “His voice dropped to a whisper as she ran a hand through his hair, “-this is not going to do anything Trina.”
Mother rolled her eyes, “Whizzer.” She snapped, turning to see him leaning elegantly against the bar in gay judgment. She nodded, and he took her place.
“why am I always the whore- “he whispered in Marvin’s ear as he trailed his finger down from the centre of Marvin’s chest down to his belt buckle, being discreet as he unbuckled it, Marvin’s breath increasing into his ear. “now, what are you arresting Mother for?”
Marvin almost fell apart, “three counts of kidnapping, torture and murder of police officers in the first degree.”
“thank you.” Whizzer whispered in his ear, going back to his place at the bar, rubbing his hands back and forward on his suit pants as though he had done something dirty.
“And what about you Cordelia, or Poovie. That is your real name, right?” Mother turned her attention to Cordelia, watching her intently as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“what about me? How did you-”
Mother put her hand up to silence her, “I have been planning this for a long time, a very long time- “she took a sip of her drink, pacing back to Marvin, “I know exactly what each one of you will do next, I know exactly how this will end.” She stroked Marvin’s cheek, unlikely tears brimming in her eyes, “I will get the rope for what I have not done, but that will only add fuel to my fire, executing me will only make me a martyr, for you have never seen a live martyr.”
Cordelia quietly bent down, picking up Marvin’s gun as the look of anger on his face grew, not wanting him to get a hold of it.
“mother?”
Suddenly mother spun around, pointing to Cordelia “I took you in knowing you would betray me” She pointed at Whizzer, “I took you in knowing you could seduce my husband.” She pointed at Charlotte, spluttering on the floor “I took you in because you could add some humanity to Cordelia” finally she slowly turned to face Marvin, “and I married you because I needed to get my information. Do not get me wrong Marvin, I love you and I love Jason, but did you really believe I did not know you were a homosexual?”
“i-i- “he stuttered before staying silent.
She let a smile break her face, “you are all my pawns, but for the world to change this must happen.”
The loud crack echoed through the ballroom.
Mother fell to her knees as a bright red patch blossomed on her silver dress, still smiling even though her lips began to tremble. “you shot me.” She said as though it wasn’t a surprise, “I always thought it would be Marvin.”
Across the room, in Cordelia’s hands, was Marvin’s gun, her face suddenly filled with terror. She instantly dropped the gun and it went off again, the second bullet hitting Mother’s breast as she gasped.
“full round.” Mother whispered
Instantly Marvin was by her side, cradling her in his arms, “shh… you are going to be alright.” He clutched her, bringing her to his chest.
“I did not think it would feel this bad.” Trina whispered in his ear, “I thought I would be gone straight away.” She began to weep, ugly tears that could not be contained.
“someone call an ambulance!” Marvin yelled at no one, tears streaming down his face, tie wet from Trina’s blood.
“Marvin, I’m sorry.” She whispered
“what for?”
Trina laughed weakly “I- I don’t know.” She started to cough blood and Marvin held her even tighter to himself, inhaling her scent deeply, trying to ignore the metallic smell that made his stomach turn.
“how did you know this would happen?”
She smiled one final time, “I bought you that gun. hair trigger. I didn’t want to make you feel guilty” She brought her hand up to his face and stroked his hair. Her voice was so quiet, that even Marvin wasn’t sure if he heard what she said correctly, her phrase jumbled and incoherent as she slipped away from the plane of the living, “you and Whizzer, please. For me.”
Her hand fell to her chest and just like that, she was gone.
A martyr
One month later the nineteenth amendment became part of the U.S constitution, “The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex."
What I’m trying to say is A) vote if you can, no matter where in the world you are and B) FEMINISM