The tattooed hitman sprawled over Mandy’s bed. “I am Roach.”
He took off his pants, and exposed his penis. “Don’t mind me. I just got out of the penitentiary. You know, I can do favors for you, if you have sex with me. I can give you anything you want.”
Mandy awoke on the bathroom floor covered in vomit. Her head was spinning. The aroma of marijuana, and cheap liquor filled her nose. She slid on her vomit, and hit her head on the toilet tank.
“Wake up!” a voice shouted from far away.
Her mind was in a fog. “Mom, is that you? Where are you?”
The apparition of a heavy-set, dark-haired, Russian woman appeared. “I wish I could have been your mother. God knows, you needed a better one. I am the Russian mystic, Madame Blavatsky. I’m here, because you need to change your life. You are the one who is supposed to pass on my legacy. You can’t develop your psychic powers, while you’re living such a demeaning lifestyle.”
Roach thrust his hips into Mandy, as she leaned over the park bench. “You’re so juicy! Hey, why did you stop moaning!”
Mandy grabbed her clothes, and screamed, as a huge eyeball appeared. It spurted blood, as it chased her down the street.
She awoke inside a padded cell. Her arms, and legs were restrained.
Mandy stood in the shower looking at her swollen belly. Roach had left town. All that hitman had given her, was a few empty promises.
She screamed as a huge eyeball appeared. It bounced over to her, and pinned her against the wall. Then it spurted blood at her.
Madame Blavatsky reappeared. She was irate. “I told you to change your life! If you continue to live this self-destructive lifestyle, I will make sure the state psychiatric hospital is your new home!”
Mandy sank to her knees, and sobbed. “O.K.”
Madame Blavatsky placed her hand on Mandy’s stomach, and grinned. “Name her Helena. This child will guide you, and set you straight. She has all the psychic, and clairvoyant powers that I have. Please don’t embarrass me any further, or you will face the “Glaring Eye of Madame Blavatsky!”