Message-ID: <4922eli$9710161203@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4922.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 20/37 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19971016133900.JAA11123@ladder01.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 20 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ 18. F+ 1 Day The Biggest Thing Since OJ - The Lawyers Tale. ============================================================ "Guess What?" I called to Monica. "What!" Monica replied back. "I've just been given the Bexley case". "You mean that shooting in New York?" "Yep I've just had the parents on the phone. They want me to defend their daughter". "From what I've seen you may lose your first case" Was Monica's reply. "Maybe. Listen How'd you fancy a trip to New York?" "Not really, You go I'll stay here" I flew out to meet my clients and her parents. After a long meeting I phoned home. "Hi Hun how's it going. Missing me?" I asked. "All the time. Bout you?" "You were right. Tough case. Mind you the state of mind my client is in I think we can go with the diminished responsibility angle. The parents are really cut up about it. Listen I gotta go my schedule is mad .Statements to read and check, arrange a meeting with the DA. Y'know usual stuff. Love you" "Love you" was the reply and I put the phone down. The next few days went in a rush of meetings and briefings. No matter which way you looked at it the evidence against us was damning. No fewer than one hundred people had seen Dr Bexley pull a gun from a bag, chase Jane Stephens and then promptly kill her in cold blood. I had to think of an angle to attack the prosecution's case but none seemed to exist! Dr and Mrs Bexley were upset at that news, as was Dr Bexley jnr but facts are facts. I need to get hold of the medical report for Dr Bexley. Maybe we can use that to prove that she was disturbed at the time. Mind you it all points to cold, calculated, pre-meditated murder. It was the same story when I had my meeting with the DA. He seemed to think my being here was a waste of time but I still think we can win, somehow. I've been working on this case for nearly four months now and am no further along in getting a solid defense together. I've heard some wild theories going around. One was on TV the other night where some nutcase called Vickie Turner was trying to convince us there were two Jane Stephens running around Egypt. The pressure is beginning to show on me and all my team. Thanks to the efforts of that damnable Stephanie Lane and her ilk the public is convinced that Dr Bexley is guilty. The only question the public is asking is why. The media is having a field day and the trial it's self promises to be as big as the OJ simpson one was. My one tragic duty earlier on was to inform Dr Bexley that her parents had been killed in a car crash, she was naturally upset. However this does mean that she is now some Three hundred million better off. Some compensation for losing your folks though. Due to the terms of the will and a lot of wrangling by me she can keep the money whatever the verdict, even if she is on death row. Hmm Monica should be up by now so I picked up the phone and dialled. "Hi Hun". "Hi dear. How's it going?, I can't stay too long I've got to get a haircut" She replied. "If I could work out WHY she did it then that would help. But no answer is forthcoming. Dr Bexley resorts to fantastic tales of abduction and transformation. She is clearly delusional". "Not long before the trial, what about three weeks. Can you win it?" She asked. "I think so. Not win exactly but get Dr Bexley off a course to death row" I said. "I've got to go. Listen I hope you'll be back for Xmas " Monica replied. "Of course. Everything shuts down here. I'll be back In a week" Trial(T) - 3 weeks. 19. F+ 75 Days 'I Wished I'd known them more.' - HIS Tale. ========================================================== Where were they? My surrogate parents had missed the morning visiting hours. They had never missed it in the weeks they had been coming. Had Mrs Bexley changed her mind and left me here to rot. Since 'Aunty Sandy' had been moved I had been alone for the last couple of days. Why did I shoot Liz, Why couldn't I have just got on with my life, Kat where are you? . Kat I need you please.. A guard came up to my cell. Unlocked my door and said " Bexley, your lawyers here to see you". Robert walked in with a sombre expression on his face. "I. I have some bad news, it's about your parents" He stammered. "What have they disowned me or something?" Oh God that was it wasn't it. "There's been an accident, in the storm last night, they span off the road and were killed instantly. I'm sorry" He said. "Noo. Please God" I sobbed. My only allies gone, My only real friends in this hell hole lost forever. "We need you to come and confirm their identities" "Sure" I said, still in shock. A warder came in and handcuffed me to her. I was taken outside under armed escort and herded into a waiting car. My God what is going to happen to me now. Mrs Bexley was my only hope. Now she's gone. I really liked them too. I feel as though my world has just fallen in. Now I'm doomed. I'm taken from the car into the hospital. Police crowed around me, shielding me from the attention of a few reporters who had heard the news. Calls of 'bitch' and 'Why'd ya do it' greeted me as I was hustled down to the morgue. The coroner said nothing to me be glared at me in hatred. I'd no idea that people felt like this about my shooting Liz. If they only knew the truth. The truth must get out, somehow it must. The coroner pulls out two slabs. I catch sight of two charred bodies, their faces locked in a vision of terror and pain. I promptly threw up. "Thought she was a doctor" My guard says. "Please look if you can Dr Bexley. We need you to identify them" The coroner says. I notice the shape of the face on the man, It's him. William Bexley. The woman still has slight wisps of hair left. Margaret Bexley. I turn away sobbing "NOO". Still crying I'm led out to the waiting car. I sit silent on the journey back. I must get my life back. I feel responsible for their deaths. If I wasn't in gaol they would still be alive. I am personally responsible for the death of the entire Bexley family. True Liz deserved it but not these lovely,caring and innocent people. In killing Liz I have doomed not only myself but her family. That one death has caused two more. God I never meant this to happen. I'm put back into my cell and left alone. My stomach is in knots and I cannot help but cry myself to sleep. I feel worse than when I first started my first period. At least then I had not killed two people. I wish I had known them more. Robert visited me the next day. "I just want to say I'm sorry. " His face showing obvious signs of distress. "Thanks" I say grimly. "This may not be the best time, but the will has been read. They left their whole estate to you. Thanks to the wording of the will you will be allowed to keep custody of the estate even if we lose,which we won't. Current estimates put the value of the Bexley estate at three hundred million dollars" He said calmly. THREE HUNDRED MILLION!!!! "I had no idea" I almost shouted but stopped myself at last second. "Hmm they must have kept it quiet. I know it's little compensation for what has happened but I had to tell you. By the way your medical you took the other week, sounds as though we can use the diminished responsibility angle. I've also got permission to allow you to go to the funeral tomorrow. They wanted a quiet affair,just you and your partner. So I guess it'll just be you and the police" "Whatever you say". "I'll talk to you later" and with that he left. THREE HUNDRED MILLION!!!!! F+76 Days 20. F+71 Days 'Tears In The Rain PT II' - DR Elizabeth Bexley's Tale. ===================================================================== "Pleasure, anytime" I said and walked out into a waiting limo. Thank God that's over with. Being famous is hard work. At least that Stephanie Lane has nothing to go on. Good for her. I sit in my limo being driven back to my hotel. I lay back on the seat stretching my long legs out looking artound at the neon lit hustle and bustle of city life, boy life is good. I wonder if the guild has installed my equipment at my 'white isle' yet. Hmm I'll have to check tomorrow. I wonder what the media will think of my performance tonight. Personally I thought I was brilliant. "Can't plan my way into bed without a diary" Hah! Mind you the world's worst cook bit was truthful at least. The guild have done brilliantly as my new persona has withstood the glare of the world stage, no skeletons in Rachel Martin's cupboard. I hope Stephanie Lane doesn't start to be a pain. I like quite like her and would hate to have to deal with her. She was very sensitive to my act over losing my parents, maybe she can be of use to me. A little deception here, A little misdirection there... Hmm must get to bed. Marcel is due over tomorrow, something about wanting me to do a fitness video. Could be fun. The Dr Elizabeth Bexley Diet. Just take one pill and instant supermodel, no matter what shape,size or sex you are. Thinking about sex changes. HE is really up shit creek. John your sacrifice was worthwhile. The only fly in the ointment is that I cannot visit mom and dad. Of all the things I have lost I miss them the most. Maybe after the trial Rachel Martin can visit them in their moment of tragedy. Hmm I wonder if could pretend to break down in tears about my own parents. Who knows they might adopt me? Back in my hotel room,after a long shower. I climb into bed. How I wish Cathline hadn't decided to betray me. I could do with some companionship right now, I do feel lonely. If HE had decided to join me we could have had some real fun. Alas that is not possible. Still Marcel is due in early so I've got to rest. Oh well at least Marcel's happy now. I've agreed to do the fitness video although I don't know a thing about doing one. I never used them myself, being a doctor is useful that way and I've never needed the motivation to exercise anyway. Sitting outside on the balcony looking out over a stormy New York I must admit to being a little bored. The thrill of the chase has gone, now all that remains is to enjoy myself. My vengeance on him and all the plotting that went around that is now over. I feel a hole in my life right now and am feeling very lonely. Maybe I was wrong to throw Cathline in a Harem, I could have been wrong about her. I wonder if the guild can retrieve her for me. Wake up Liz! what are you thinking. You're getting soft, those bastards hurt you, hurt you real bad. In fact you nearly killed yourself because of what they did to you. The only thing that's stopped you from doing it was Mom and Dad. I really must go and see them somehow, sometime . Mom, Dad I love you. Must get some sleep Marcel is due in first thing again. He's wants me to try and get a quick shoot in for Vanity Fair. I'll try and scheme my way into seeing Mom and Dad again. Night Mom, Night Dad sleep tight.I hope that storm goes soon. I awoke screaming about 2 am with a sense of great foreboding. The air was still and silent, I could hear my heart beating against my chest and inside I felt as though something terrible had just happened. I rembered my dream a few moments before. A car, a tree, an explosion and then darkness Go back to sleep Liz, You're getting jumpy. I awoke sweating at 11 am. That was the worse night's sleep I've ever had, somehow I'd managed to sleep in late . A knock at the door Shit Marcel. "Hang on Marcel" I rushed into the bathroom to dress, can't let Marcel see me naked can we. Putting on my dressing gown I called him in. "Come in Marcel, make yourself at home. I'll be out in a sec" I called. "Sure, Mind if I turn the TV on?" "Ok" I heard the news report from in the bathroom. It was that Stephanie Lane woman again. "The Bexley Murder reached a new twist today when Dr William Bexley and Mrs Margaret Bexley were killed in an car accident. An eyewitness said that the car span out of control and ..." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! " I Screamed, Mom Dad Why you? Marcel came running in. "Rachel, are you ok?" "Leave me, Just go" Mom Dad Noooo. "Rachel, Please". "Fuck off and leave me please". "I can help". "Marcel if you don't leave me, you'll regret it for the rest of what will remain of your very short life" I snarled. Marcel looked scared but left anyway. "If you need anyone to " he said. "Fuck off and leave me." Mom and Dad why did it have to be you, why did you have to die and leave me alone here. The news reports continued. "Dr Elizabeth Bexley was released into custody earlier today" Stephanie Lane continued. The screen showed a distraught looking HIM coming out from the hospital, flanked on both sides by police officers they bundled HIM into a waiting car. In fury and despair I picked up an ashtray and threw it at the TV, which then exploded in a shower of sparks. NOOOOO! HIM! HE did it. HE killed them!. If HE hadn't been so stupid as to try and kill me they would not have been here. Mom, Dad you would still be alive if it were not for HIM, just as he took my life away now he has done the same to you. It's not enough for HIM to die by the hand of justice. I must be that hand.I want to kill HIM by my own hand, not just leave the job to some faceless executioner. HE has taken away all that is precious to me. HE's even deprived me of the right to see them one last time. Just as HE's have deprived me of my family I will now work to deprive HIM of HIS. If Kat ever shows her face again... Mom, Dad I didn't even get chance to say goodbye. I need a drink and a gun if I can find one. I awoke with a splitting headache and looked at my watch Shit 6pm. A sharp fragment of glass from the TV screen lay in front of me. If I can just reach it then all will be right. Mom, Dad Here I come. I sat up with the glass about to cut my metacarpel artery, just one quick slash and ten to fifteen minutes later and that'll be it. All done. Liz what are you doing. Suicide is no escape. Now I see clearly it is my destiny to be Nemesis. That is why I felt so empty before, my work was not yet complete. I must leave Rachel Martin behind for a while and plan to bring all of this to it's ultimate conclusion. Time to call the guild. Excellent the guild have shipped and installed my equipment to my 'white isle' now all that has to be done is go there and plan. But first I'll phone Marcel to let him know I'm OK and then, if I remember Mom and Dad's will correctly I have a funeral to go to tomorrow. Marcel was very understanding when I told him I wanted some time off for emotional reasons. He assumed that it was because the death of my parents had triggered off old wounds from Rachel Martin. If only he knew the truth. Now mom and dad are gone I have no-one, only myself. My dreams were filled with hatred of him again. In my dream I saw HIM make the car skid, saw him kill my parents again and again and again. He was gloating over me as I knelt down by their graves. His evil laughter at finally destroying me. How he must hate me. I awoke sometime in the early morning, my head was aching probably from the brandy I had been guzzling. Careful Liz you can ruin your liver. Doesn't matter Liz you can always grow a new one. I've just realised that HE will inherit all mom and dad's estate. I reckon it's worth 300 million. It's not the money I want, it's their stuff. All the things from my past will go to HIM if I do not intervene. My whole childhood and life will be HIS. I MUST get my past back, it is the only reminder I have of them. I got dressed in black jeans and black blouse I wanted to dress as befitting the occasion but this was furthest I felt I could go in that direction. The last thing I want is to attract media attention, mind you I attract attention wherever I go. The hotel staff let me slip out of the goods entrance and into a waiting Taxi. Once again I was cursed with the worlds most talkative Taxi Driver. "Hey, The guys will never believe it. I got Rachel Martin" I gave him the location of the cemetery where Mom and Dad were being buried. Hmm I wonder if the Qubth-ut-Allah trick will work. It'll be fun to try.. "Qubth-ut-Allah" I said. Rat's the Taxi Drivers still going, shame. "Hey Don't you get all weird on me. I've taken you celebrity types before. Why'd ya want to go to the cemetery for?" He asked. "It's personal. Now please shut up and drive." I snarled. "Hey you aint so nice in real life" The cab driver said. If only I had some kitty pills with me. I know who my first target would be. "I am really. But listen I need to get there today I have a appointment." "Sure Babe. Late again huh. Can't plan your way into bed without a diary huh. Well every guy is wanting to show you the way there, personal like" he leered. How did I get lumbered with these guys. All the time, Every time I get in a fucking cab. "Just drive". We arrived in time to see the hearse draw up at the graveside. HE stood there,chained between two police officers. His face, no my face looked extremely sad, tears were rolling down HIS face. I gave the Taxi driver his fare, no tip mind you and he drove off with words of abuse. If you'd have shut up you might have got something. The pall bearers unloaded the coffins from the hearse and slowly brought them to the open graves and gently lowered them in. Mom, Dad NOOOO. The priest stood over the graves and gave his blessings. NOOO. Tears were unavoidable now. I managed to walk to a nearby bench and sobbed and sobbed. WHY, WHY, WHY. Why did YOU kill them. I will kill YOU by my own hand. A hand suddenly touched my shoulder. "Miss Martin" A voice said. "Piss off" I replied. "Miss Martin" It was MY voice, my old one that is. I looked up right into my old face. Focus Liz remember if you blow it now all is lost. HE was still chained to a couple of surley looking cops but they were being as discrete as they could. I noticed a cop further back training a .38 on HIS back just in case. "Dr Bexley I presume. I want to say I'm so sorry that they died" I sobbed "I realise that this must bring it all back to you, is that why you are here?" He asked, compassion showing in his voice. Why did I turn him into me? How stupid was I? "It seems like yesterday they were here,still alive. You have no idea" I cried. "I know what it is like to lose everything you held dear. I've lost the one I loved ,maybe forever. Now this. They were my only hope you know and now..." HE said. Why did I give him my voice! I need to see them somehow I know what I'll do. It'll take everything I have but here goes. "When my parents died I was in Germany, serving as a waitress in some seedy bar. I couldn't afford to fly back. I never had chance to say goodbye" I sobbed. "Come and help me say goodbye to mine" and HE offered his handcuffed hand to me. I hated to do it but I took it and he led me to my parents graves. It was the only way to see them, the only way to say goodbye. I stood over the open graves looking down at the plaques. The names there made it even more real. The temptation to attack and kill him now was very strong, but I have other plans for HIM. One's that will prolong his agony for years before I finally dispatch him to hell where he belongs. He gave me two of his roses and left me to be alone. I looked down and fell to my knees sobbing. After sometime I threw a rose into Mom's grave. Bye Mom. You will be avenged. I gently threw a rose into Dad's grave. Bye Dad. I stood up to say one last thing to HIM but he had been taken away. By now the media had been alerted to my presence here and were beginning to swarm in. My last moments with Mom and Dad were stolen from me. I ran to the road and flagged down a cab. Time to leave, time to plan. It's been so long since I've had to create a plan from the gleam of an idea to implementation. I needed every single hour on the plane to my 'White Isle' to formulate and work it out. Hmm let me outline some of it again to check it out. It's only a draft but it core of it sounds right. The only thing that can save HIM is the lawyer. Somehow I must make him throw the trial or ensure HE is found guilty. Possibilities... 1. Influence the jury. Tricky but not impossible. The trouble is that there is only one of me and eleven of them. There is no guarantee that I can swing the outcome. Scratch that one. 2. Influence the trial in someway. I hate to think this, but the thought disgusts me but the only way I can reliably do this is to turn myself into the Lawyer so that I can throw the trial. Uggh a man . The lengths I go to for justice. How do I get the Lawyer's DNA? What do I do with him? Easy, thru his wife. I can get his DNA and also administer the drug. But what shall I do with him? I know turn him into Jennifer Porter. I'm sure I can fake his death somehow so no-one will believe that he is infact the lawyer in Jennifer Porter's body. Hmm why not turn him into a kitty? He's done nothing to me to deserve such a fate and besides human to kitty transformations are messy. If something went wrong I could have a half human,half kitty hybrid. That would certainly prove any DNA changing stories. No more kitties. Far too dangerous. I've now been at my 'White Isle' for three weeks now and have made significant progress. The most worrying thing is that people have started talking to Stephanie Lane. I read about an interview with Vickie Turner and her twin Jane Norton theory. It doesn't take much of a leap to work out where they came from. The report gave the impression of not believing a word of it but I can now see that Ms Lane will need to be dealt with if she is not too careful. Mind you Rachel Martin's disappearance will distract her for a while. Stephanie Lane has tried to phone me a couple of times using the number I gave her but I'm not at home. With the help of the guild I now have adapted some dart guns similar to those used to drug wild animals. They can administer the drug at a long range. I've even managed to get a laser sighted dart rifle for long distance work.I can now shoot someone and WHAM they get the full dose. Very useful for self defense and anything where I can't get too close, like disposing of nosy reporters. In my spare time I've invented drugs for all sorts of modified humans. If and when this technology becomes available someone's bound to want it. Another bit of tinkering is an enzyme that will break down the 'fixer, it will also 'fix' the new form forever. I've loaded this into the payload of the dartguns just for contingency purposes only. It may well come in useful, although I've encrypted the formula for this 'Version 2 fixer' just in case. Perhaps the most significant advance is my development of a change compensation system. No longer will I have to stuff my face with pasta to fuel the change. The bodies metabolism will adjust to ensure that I(or the target's) life is not in danger. On a longer term If I can design an organ that will produce the drug based on the form I think of then I can change form without needing any equipment at all. But that's a long way off. Maybe in three or four years. Oh well my flight leaves tonight. I've got so much to do until I can deliver the final blow. My plan is perfect. F+90 days 21. F+77 Days 'Tears In The Rain Pt III' HIS Tale. =================================================== I was chained to two surley looking cops and led outside to a waiting hearse. It seems odd to be attending the funeral of someone else parents when the world thinks they are mine. The grief is genuine though. We slowly drive to the cemetary, my guards not speaking a word. Now what am I going to do? They were my last hope for freedom and now they're gone. More lives destroyed by my actions when will the destruction stop. The hearse draws to a stop and the pall bearers lift the coffins of Elizabeth's Parents and slowly walk to the graveside. The priest is giving them his blessing as he goes. I cannot help but cry as they slowly lower in the caskets, I feel so sad. I look up to see what looks like Rachel Martin sitting on bench watching the proceedings. She is obviously devestated, the pain of her own parents death being brought up over and over again. I remember reading that she had never had the chance to say goodbye to her parents, maybe she'd like to help me say goodbye to Elizabeth's. I must go over and console her. Nobody deserves that much pain. "Say. Can I go over and console Rachel Martin?. She looks as though she really needs it" I ask my guard. "Ok, But We're staying put and any funny stuff and you'll find yourself on the wrong end of a .38" The cop said reluctantly. We walked over to Rachel Martin who seemed to be oblivious to our presence. I put a hand on her shoulder and said "Miss Martin?" She looked stunned for a moment or so and then regained her composure. "Piss off" She said rudely. Do I leave her alone or do I say what I really want to say. No I'll press on I need to do this for her. Need to do this for me, to get some compassion back into my soul after the evil I'd done. "Miss Martin" I said again. Rachel Martin looked up, as though checking she was safe from the 'evil' Dr Bexley and then satisfied said. "Dr Bexley I presume. I want to say I'm so sorry that they died" Rachel started sobbing again. "I realise that this must bring it all back to you, is that why you are here?" I asked, my voice full of emotion. "It seems like yesterday they were here,still alive. You have no idea" She cried. Oh I do. I've lost Kat maybe for good. Everything I held dear to me, my wife, my future and even my very body. I told her so(apart from the wife and body bit of course). Rachel said "When my parents died I was in Germany, serving as a waitress in some seedy bar. I couldn't afford to fly back. I never had chance to say goodbye" The tears were running down her face, making her beautiful face red and her eyes puffy. "Come and help me say goodbye to mine" I said and reached out my hand. She hesitated for a few seconds and then put her hand in mine. Hand in hand we walked to the gravesides. I was almost having to pull her there, such was her emotional pain. I gave her two of my roses and then left her to be alone and say her goodbyes. Within a matter of moments I was whisked away back to my life of imprisonment, leaving a broken hearted Rachel Martin behind. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury' Can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender under Magic-SciFi or Sapphire's Excellent website at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire or http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it. Comments etc should be directed to darkside@nym.alias.net Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /