Lena Marr

“If you want to continue to talk, you’re more than welcome to,” Iri replied, not able to look at Lena Marr as she spoke. “I’m more than willing to lend an ear.”

"Yeah, I don't get to do much girl talk, as criminal cartels tend to be mostly a boys' club, and the few girl's there I can't get too close to because one day they might do something really stupid or betray us, and Marcel will say they got to go, so I'll have to kill'em, so...," Lena's Castithan pretty face brightened as she turned to look at Iri with her unblinking sky blue eyes, saying cheerfully, "Pooh Bear's pipe won't get rusty for a while now, so it can wait a little bit while us girls chat! But be warned, I just might talk that ear off!"

Lena stared at Iri long and hard then rolled her eyes heavenward as she put a chalk white forefinger to the corner of her lush lips, thinking hard through the bedlam in her head as the voices there argued and competed for her attention. Finally Pride, one of the longest residents of her mind, second only to Wrath, came to the forefront telling Lena to open up to Iri, for it wasn't often that Lena got to talk about herself, and at this time where they had hours to travel and at this place many miles above the ground, she had a captive audience. So Lena told about her earliest recollections as an orphan in the state run orphanage and brothel in Lima, operating as a child prostitute at age five. She told about Mr. Ramon, her favorite John at age seven and her first Indogene client, and how he tricked her into becoming a lab animal in the sewers of Lima until he became her first murder victim, and how the voices in her head representing the seven deadly sins began to be heard soon after.

Lena also told how in between customer appointments in her closet bedroom, she would climb to the rooftop of the orphanage, feeding the pigeons there with crumbs she would save from the stale bread that was part of the two sparse meals they fed her a day, envying the high caste Castithans their chalets on the ridges around Lima that she could just see from her perch on the roof, and how she would dream of owning one of them someday, so that she kept all her tips in a glass jar she kept under a loose floor board of her room, and how the head mistress knew she had a scrip hoard, and would beat Lena every day to find it but that Lena would never divulge it's hiding place, for that was her future, and until then she was determined to just survive day-by-day. Still, Lena would go the rooftops and dream about her own chalet, and watch the birds fly over the horizon, wishing she could to. That was her routine and her life, until she turned twelve, and she got a new rich important customer.

Lena had many rich important customers for although not as submissive as most Castithan females that they might want to outright own for the long term, they appreciated her spunk and ingenuity in the bedroom on a short term basis. This rich important man was different for two reasons: He was the only son of Lima's police chief and he was a full blown sadist! He routinely beat her, even when he made her do the most despicable of sexual acts and she performed perfectly, and enjoyed causing her as much pain as possible during sex. All of Lena's customers had power issues, figured Lena, or they wouldn't have children as their prostitutes, and many liked to role play rape scenarios, which she knew now were all about power, but this man took it to new heights. Every session with him was a violent rape, with him inflicting as much harm on her as he could without killing her, and although Lena was a big money maker for the orphanage brothel, he paid extra for the headmistress to look the other way when it came to his sadistic behavior with Lena. Lena was absolutely sure that if she died by this man's hands, the headmistress had been already paid to just get rid of the body, so Lena made a homemade shiv and hid it under her straw filled pillow. After three months of increasingly brutal sessions, he came in smoking a cigarette, which was usually prohibited in the bedrooms by the headmistress for some clients hated the smell; but here he was, saying with a smug smile he was going to burn her with it as they had sex, and when he climaxed, he was going to put it out in her right eye. Lena laid on the bed naked and passive, letting him get started, but at the first painful feel of the burning cigarette searing the tender white skin of her buttocks, she took the shiv from it's hiding place and plunged it through his right eye and into his brain, instantly killing him. Spitting on his corpse, Lena put on her clothes and took her jar of script and her shiv, escaping over the rooftops into the night.

At twelve, Lena immediately became the most wanted felon in Lima, and hid in the sewers, ironically using Mr. Ramon's secret lab there as her headquarters. In the time that followed, she became an excellent thief and cat burglar, leading the police in circles for fun, turning a few tricks on the side and even committing a few discrete murders for hire. Her glass jar became full of script notes, and she ended up filling many more in the ensuing five years, but the Lima police chief was determined to avenge his son's death, so he kept hiring more officers, and so she knew that eventually she WOULD get caught. She also knew for a fact that there would be no trial and jury for her, just a long painful death. So when she was approached by a representative of Governor Skarr of the Votan Collective, to become a spy and assassin for them, she jumped at the chance. To Lena's pleasant surprise, she was very good at doing both, and even had the famed Paradise Protectors fooled for a while, but then she failed on her assassination attempt on Lady Christianna, because of Lady's overly protective EGO psyche, which at that time was Sandy Bell.

"It all ended well, as I met Pooh Bear in the jail cell next to me in Fortress Kshaa, and the rest as they say, is history! I got an EGO implant as I saw how useful they were, but also a new voice in my head, Hope, who is often my EGO psyche, a good kid and... tries to make me a better me, but I think she has an uphill battle, especially now that time is so short. Marcel and I kissed, we had sex many times, love blossomed, blah, blah, blah - all's well that ends well! Anyway, my dream changed when I met Pooh Bear too: I don't want a stuffy old chalet in Lima anymore, living alone and lording over the common folk; now I want an island where just Marcel and me can go and live out our lives happily, indulging our every whim anywhere and anytime we want, and making love for the rest of our lives... although I guess that's impossible now, so I guess we'll just to the same thing, minus the island!" Exclaimed Lena with her wicked grin back in place, but then it vanished as quick as it appeared, "You are probably right about the lying thing! I can't seem to lie to Marcel or even just hide the truth - I even blurted out about the Omec tech, sorry about that - so I was SO glad you had already destroyed it or it could have been... awkward! Anyway, do what you got to do with Loneguy, but whatever happens, I bet he'll be pleased as Punch to see you; although come to think of it, I don't know if you want him to be pleased as a grotesque puppet is over its evil deeds. Of course, I don't know if I were you that I would take any tips to the lovelorn from a psychotic murderer"

Lena's story had taken them through the uneventful fuel stop at Dallas, and they were now approaching Lima, so Lena looked at the back of Marcel's head, thinking she should get back to him for the last leg of the trip, when a sudden thought crossed her mind, so Lena leaned close to Iri, her soft white hair smelling of strawberries as she whispering as if in conspiracy in Iri's ear, her breath caressing it as her soft hair gently touched Iri's neck, "I don't want to give you a misconception about Marcel and me's relationship. I was trying to make a point when I told you that story a second time about when I killed all those people who knew about the blowjob I gave to pay a debt, and how if it got found out, it might have hurt Marcel's reputation in the Criminal underworld. I was trying to say that if you really love someone, you will do anything - even murder - for them! But, and here is where you are mistaken, Marcel didn't ask me to kill anyone - well, maybe the guy I gave the blowjob to if you read between the lines of what Pooh Bear said, which I did, but not the others. I killed them on my own and because I wanted to. Sure, as criminal scumbags and wannabes, they might have known what happened with the blowjob, and because I am Marcel's girlfriend, they might tell other scumbags about a perceived weakness of Marcel's, but that's not the main reason WHY I murdered all of them but one." Lena leaned even closer to Iri, putting an alabaster hand firmly on Iri's gloved one, so close that Iri could feel the moisture of her breath, "I did it because I wanted to, I could, and I LIKE killing people! I take intense pleasure seeing my victim' eyes glaze over as I kill them and knowing for a fact, I'm the last thing they will ever see in life and it was my decision if they lived or died! Only thing more pleasurable is a simultaneous orgasm with Pooh Bear! I'm a born killer, please don't EVER forget that!"

Lena removed her hand and leaned back into her chair, her wicked smile reappearing as she said, "But now that you're my friend, like the rest of the Protectors, I wouldn't even think of killing you - until you try to kill or betray me that is - or if Marcel says we need to - then all bets are off! Of course, the one I didn't kill then I did because Marcel asked me nicely not to, and I didn't have sex with anyone else just like when he asked me to be his exclusive love toy - that's just how much in love we are!" Lena's inner voice, Lust, got her attention, and the grin grew wider on her pretty Castithan face, "Hey, I got an idea! What if I ask Marcel nicely for a one-time waiver of my promise, and I make sex with Loneguy, then you are even for having sex with the one-eyed-Irathiant-woman-whose-name escapes-me! Shatko, you and Marcel can even watch if you wanna - or join in, the more, the merrier! Of course, that's only if Pooh Bear says it's okay, but maybe if you offer him some money, it will make him more open minded! I'll ask him nicely if you want me to. What do you say Iri, we got a deal?"

All of Lena's one-sided conversation that began when their plane took off had of course been transmitted to Marcel EGO-to-EGO, because Lena would never want him to feel left out, so he already had much to think on beyond just landing the plane in Lima for refueling.

* First written in the Story "MIA" on 4/3/2016

Lena Marr was free! Free - and angry!

Once Vo has freed her, Lena swung her shapely chalk white legs to the side of the gynecologist chair, hopping off it and glaring at the helpless drunk human hanging before her with his pants dangling around his ankles. Her hospital gown was torn open during Hubert's attack, so she sashayed over to where he was hanging with her firm but ample chalk white breasts exposed.

Her unblinking sky blue eyes rolled heavenward, but with an evil glint, as she placed one alabaster forefinger to her lush lips, then saying huskily as she unbuttoned his shirt slowly, button by button working her way upwards and tracing the roundness of his belly with her other hand inside his shirt as she did so, "Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, you must have been sooooooo lonely! All alone with Eunuch scientists and cross-dressing housekeepers in a tropical paradise - I could almost feel sorry for you! Almost..,"

Suddenly Lena turned to the Gynecologist chair, grabbing one of chair's stirrups by the bar that supported it and breaking it off at the base, then turning back to Hubert and quickly plunging it's ragged edge into his sternum. His first scream had not yet left his mouth as Lena leaped up still holding the stirrup's bar with both now bloody red hands, putting her full weight on it as she pulled the bar slowly down, cutting a rugged chasm in his torso's flesh from his sternum to his crotch. Blood sprayed Lena until she was more blood red than chalk white as she watched with cold unblinking sky blue eyes and a wicked grin as Hubert's entrails slowly fell out of his body, pulled down by gravity to the floor. She watched until until the entrails quit falling and Hubert no longer screamed, then meticulously fastened her hospital gown closed again, even though it was soaked red with Hubert's blood. Lena turned on her heel, walking out of the examination room, then collapsing on a chair just outside the examination room door.

Lena sat watching the door out of the lab, waiting for Marcel to come through it, wondering what she would tell him. She noticed the blood pooling at the base of the chair she was sitting on, watching the drip-drip-drip as it slowly fell from her dangling hands to the floor below. Lena thought she saw her reflection in the thick red fluid, but not of her now but of her when she was six years old. Back then at the Orphanage slash child brothel, she was raped daily up until she escaped as a preteen, so much so that it had become routine. A psychologist who was employed by Governor Skarr once told her when she was eighteen that rape wasn't a sex crime, but a crime of violence, and she guessed he was right, for when he put his hand on her knee, she cut if off and watched him bleed to death. Since then, she had a hard time telling the difference between sex and violence, for she would orgasm at both if they were extreme enough. Until Marcel - sweet Marcel, who with his love for her brought having sex to a whole new level, separate from violence and better than both alone.

Suddenly strong hands were gently shaking Lena out of her mental reverie, and she thought she heard her name being yelled from faraway. She looked up seeing Marcel's face, concern written all over it.

Lena's wicked grin disappeared, as she stared at him for some minutes, then said without emotion, "I'm sorry Marcel, I couldn't keep my promise. Even after all this time, I couldn't keep my promise not to have sex with anyone but you."

Lena's cold and unblinking sky blue eyes drifted back down to the puddle of blood pooling under her chair, still seeing the reflection of herself at six, but this time crying, although adult Lena herself had no tears left to shed.

And in Lena's head, her EGO psyche, Hope, whose hologram image looked so much like Lena when she was twelve, just screamed and screamed and screamed and....

*First written in the story "No Man is an Island" on 10/10/2016.

"Lena, where is it?" Asked the heavy set Hispanic woman, tossing the mattress off Lena's bed as if it was weightless into the clutter of Lena's bedroom made a mess by her hasty search.

"Where's what, Headmistress Maria?" Asked ten-year old Lena, her long lashed sky blue eyes wide with feigned incredulity.

The large woman moved faster than her bulk would suggest, the back of her hand smacking young Lena so hard that she was knocked to the back wall of her small room, little larger than a closet, but Lena managed to keep her feet. Lena felt something wet on her chalk white cheek where the woman's hand had struck, and instinctively touched it with one small skinny hand, then looked at the pink blood on it from the wound caused by Maria's heavy ring with the large black and white Onyx stone.

"Don't hit her in the face! Our customers like her pretty face, especially her very pretty mouth. You disfigure that, and you cost us scrip." Advised the thin Mexican man in the white suit, leaning against the closed door of Lena's bedroom, the immaculately manicured thumb and forefinger of one brown hand twirling the end of his huge mustache like a stereotypical silent movie villain.

"I got this Perez!" Said Maria, irritation clearly in her voice as she punched Lena hard in the solar plexus before saying through green colored clenched teeth, "Where is your scrip stash Lena? We know that you have been stealing a few bills here and there from your John's wallets for months now. They haven't complained because they have enjoyed your... talents, but we've been watching you, and we saw you do it, we just didn't see where you hid it afterwards. We just want our fair share, say sixty percent?"

Lena knew the woman was lying, and would take all of her hard earned scrip if she told her where she had hidden it, under a loose roofing tile of her orphanage brothel, so she replied, in as innocent a voice as she could muster, "I felt bad about that, so I slipped the scrip back into their wallets - promise Headmistress Maria! I know the rules of the house, no stealing from the guests, truly I do! It was wrong to take what I didn't earn, so I put it back. You just must have missed seeing me do it!"

Lena's unblinking sky blue eyes darted around the room, trying to spot the hidden camera that must have caught her every movement, so was caught unawares when the Maria swept Lena's feet out from under her with one swift movement of her large steel toed boot, then kicked Lena hard in the ribs as she lay on the floor, "You know I don't enjoy doing this Lena, but you give me no choice!" Lied Maria with a wicked grin. "If I let you get away with this, than the other children will think they can do it too! Order breaks down, chaos ensues! We can't have that, can we Lena?"

"I swear on my dead mother's grave," Sputtered Lena, gasping for breath as she lay in a fetal position on the floor, "I don't have any hidden stash of scrip."

Lena had no idea who her mother was, and could care less, but what she did care about was stopping the pain of the headmistress' beating. Lena had enduring the headmistress' sadistic inclinations before, as well as the sexual perversions of the man they called Perez leaning on the door, but she would endure any amount of both to protect her scrip stash, which she saw as her only way of ever leaving the orphanage other than in a body bag, so she begged, "Please headmistress, I won't be able to make the customers happy if you keep pounding me into the floor, and then nobody will have any scrip!"

Perez, sighed as he folded his arms, opining, "The brat has a point. Lena is one of our best little money makers, and one day of her on her back probably equals all that she has stolen over the last few months. I say we keep an eye on her, then sooner or later she'll make a mistake, and we'll find her scrip."

"Perhaps you are right Perez," Said Maria gruffly, then kicking Lena's malnourished body one more time to get her attention. "But no food for you today for lying to me! Now clean yourself and this place up! You got a customer coming in an hour!"

Perez laughed and said as he opened the door to leave, "Customer coming! Good one Maria!"

"I don't make jokes," Said Maria as she pushed her way past him and out of the room, pausing only to grab the small box of chocolates from the rickety table by the door that Lena's last customer had left her as a tip.

"Yeah," Mumbled Lena under her breath, still laying in pain on the floor, "You're no fun at all."

After the two adults left, Lena pushed herself up with her two skinny alabaster arms then used her bed to help haul herself up into a standing position. Holding her bruised ribs, she made her way to the small sink in the room and proceeded to throw up what little was in her stomach into it. She then turned on the water, cleaning the dingy white sink and taking some of the brackish brown water into her mouth, swishing it around and then spitting it out to get the taste of blood and vomit off her palate.

"Ha HA! Chiquita got beat up good!" Said a mocking voice from the open doorway of her bedroom; a voice Lena immediately recognized as that of the small human boy of about her age that occupied the room next to her's.

Lena turned on her heel, her blue eyes cold and unblinking, then walked over and slugged the skinny boy in the mouth hard, knocking his front tooth out that he would one day have replaced with a gold one. As she slammed the door in his face, Lena promised herself, "Soon, I'm going to kill those two..."

Lena was delirious reliving her past and only semi-conscious as she hung from her crucifixion tree, the weight of her body and what was left of her flight suit slowly tearing at her chalk white hands from the knives that impaled them, as she mumbled, "Yeppers, going to kill those two good..."

*First written In "What Remains" November 9th, 2015.