Chapter 6
The exterior of The Gotham Royale displayed its grandeur in the form of a diverse array of neon lights and gigantic luminous banners. The front of the massive hundred-floor hotel was brightly illuminated by the chandeliers hanging in the hotel lobby. A sleek black limousine pulled in at the hotel entrance and the hotel valet stationed there immediately went over to offer assistance.
"Bonsoir Monsieur, Est-ce que je peux vous aider?"
"Alors...Peut-être...Ma sœur ici...Elle s'est cassé sa jambe...Donc, elle a besoin quelqu'un l'aider rentrer à la chambre...Pouvez-vous, s'il vous plaît?" Kisho replied in fluent French.
"Oui, oui Monsieur...Bien sûr! Et la voiture Monsieur?"
"Oh, c'est pas grave! Ma sœur est plus important que ma voiture! Allez! Depechez-vous!" Kisho answered, faking a worried expression.
"Certainement!"
The valet then left Kisho and the car as he helped Pamela who appeared to be walking with much difficulty with a pair of crutches. Kisho then turned towards the driver beside him, taking an apple out of his pocket.
"Want one?" Kisho offered.
"No thanks sonny. I'm not allowed to accept any food or drink from the clients that I ferry." the driver said flatly.
"Then could you wind up the windows? And then we can leave now. Oooh I love being in limousines! How many does your company have for rent?"
"Er, I'm not sure. And by the way, you're not going to accompany your sister up to her room?" the driver asked.
"Oh she'll do fine by herself. Now drop me off at the mall." Kisho answered.
Kisho started eating his apple as the driver took him to the entertainment centre in the limousine. They soon reached Kisho's destination just as Kisho finished the apple.
"Thank you!"
"Don't mention it."
The driver started driving back to his company to return the limousine. He was late and for that his manager would rant at him again. He could not afford to be fired. He accelerated. But then something went wrong. His breathing hastened. His chest felt constricted. He gasped, he coughed. He could not see clearly. He tried. He tried to drive. But he died.
The vehicle, without the driver's guidance, went out of control; a raging mass of metal going at 120 kilometres per hour. The limousine went on for a distance of about 400 metres before its rampage ended with a deafening crash upon making contact with a truck transporting cylinders of highly flammable gas. A ball of flame erupted as both vehicles were destroyed instantly and their occupants incinerated.
Kisho watched the commotion from the rooftop of the entertainment centre. He grinned as he took out a cellular phone. He dialed a number before putting the phone at his ear.
"Mission accomplished Miss Isley. And the evidence has been taken care of. How're things at your side?"
*
Pamela walked along with the valet in a corridor on the seventh floor of the hotel. They were in the lift when Pamela took off her trench coat and hat, revealing her green skintight suit as the crutches fell onto the ground.
"Merci beaucoup!"
The valet watched in amazement, puzzled by Pamela's seemingly miraculous recovery. Pamela leaned forward and spoke softly.
"Could you help me pretty please?"
The valet experienced a sense of euphoria as Pamela spoke. It was wild, uncontrolled. There was pleasure, exhilaration and lust. And as soon as it came, it was gone. The valet was breathless.
"You speak English? I..."
The valet could only concentrate on Pamela. He craved for her. He craved for that feeling once more.
Pamela leaned closer, giving a little pout.
"You won't help me?"
The valet felt it again. The feeling overwhelmed him. He acquiesced.
"Certainly...How..Can I help you?"
"Now that's a good boy...May I know which room does Joshua Linton stay in?"
The valet hesitated. That was the boss of all bosses, the one who owned the entire Gotham Royale and he had given strict instructions not to be disturbed.
"I..."
And the feeling vanished. It was so precious, so sacred. He needed it. He had to feel it again.
"Aw come on...Just tell me this...Such a small favour..."
The valet felt the sensuous pleasure again. He finally relented.
"Yes yes..."
He took out his PDA and looked through the records. He found the room shortly.
"Room...258...Mademoiselle...Eighth floor..."
"Many thanks!" Pamela said as she flashed a bright smile at the valet.
The valet seemed mesmerised. They reached the eighth floor and exited the lift. The valet continued admiring Pamela whilst fantasising. Pamela smiled and fired a dart from her miniature crossbow on her wrist at the valet's chest. The larger-than-usual dart flew with fearful velocity and planted itself in the valet's heart. The valet grimaced and clutched his chest. This snapped the valet back to his senses. Pamela laughed and fired a few more at the same place. The valet tried to dodge the deadly projectiles but failed. He gave a silent scream of fear and agony before he collapsed. Pamela stepped on the darts in the valet's chest, pushing them further in until they could be seen no more. This resulted in a brief spasm by the valet's body as Pamela stepped over it.
*
Pamela rapped the door.
"Room service!"
There was no response. She repeated the rapping.
"What do you want? I'm busy now! Anymore disturbances and I'll make sure you all get fired!" Someone in the room shouted.
Pamela smiled. She took a handful of seeds from her pocket and scattered them on the ground. She then took out a vial from her boot and emptied the contents on the seeds. The seeds started to grow at an alarming rate. A plethora of shoots, leaves and vines shot upwards as a brownish mass of roots crept across the ground. The plants continued to grow upwards until a gigantic pink bud appeared at the top amongst the giant leaves and thick vines. The bud seemed to turn itself out as it bloomed, becoming a two-metre tall rose. Pamela smiled once more.
"Open," Pamela said.
The petals of the rose curved outwards and a vine slithered downwards beside Pamela. Pamela sat on it.
"Lift me up darling."
The vine snaked upwards into the rose and Pamela got down, landing on the rose. Pamela stroked the petals slowly with one hand as she caressed a vine gently with the other.
"Don't worry my babies...You'll be growing all over Gotham by the time Mummy's done purifying it...But first...We'll have to help Kisho with his plans...After all...He's our benefactor. But this part of Kisho's plan I especially enjoy...The imbecile my dears, behind this door is the one that savagely murders so many of your kind just for his own selfish gains...Your brothers, sisters...Parents even...All your relatives...Poor things...Because of him...But don't fret...I'll avenge all of you...He's public enemy number one on Kisho's list apparently..." Pamela said warmly to her green companions.
"Move closer please."
The flurry of plants, supported by roots, moved closer to the door. Pamela put her ear to her door, listening with anticipation.
"I'm going to make sure I find out who disturbed us and make sure that someone gets fired!" The same person in the room exclaimed.
Pamela gave a girlish giggle and whispered in an undertone to the plants, "I'm right here am I not?"
"Oh yeah...Suck it...Suck it harder..." The voice sounded again.
Pamela's grin widened.
There was a groan. Then another. And another.
"Don't stop...Oh yeah..."
Pamela turned to her plants.
"You think I should let him finish?"
The leaves rustled and the vines swayed from side to side.
"I take that as a no then."
Before Pamela could do anything, the door burst open. Two burly bodyguards armed with rifles stood in the doorway. They were shocked by the apparition in front of them; a red-headed beauty sitting on a flower atop an enormous mass of plants.
"Hello boys, welcome to the green." Pamela said seductively, batting her eyelashes.
"What the heck..." One bodyguard said.
"Get them." Pamela said, eyes flashing dangerously.
A flurry of vines and branches flew at the bodyguards before any of them could react, wrapping around them tightly. More vines snaked towards them and winded around their mouths and eyes before any of them made a sound.
"Let's go in shall we?" Pamela suggested to the plants.
The towering mass of plants moved into the room with astounding speed and silence with Pamela still on the flower. Pamela stared at the figures on the bed.
"My...my...What do we have here?" Pamela said.
There was a man. Not really a man, rather a teenager, that looked only seventeen or eighteen. He had a round face with piggish eyes with an all-rounded figure to match; fats, fats and more fats. He sat at the edge of the king-sized bed. There was a beautiful blonde woman with the right figure kneeling on the floor in front of him while a pulchritudinous Asian woman sat beside him with her legs wide open. And all of them were stark naked. The blonde had her mouth over the male's erected private part, going up and down while the male fondled the breasts of the Asian woman, caressing and licking them. All three turned their attention to Pamela at the sound of voice.
"Only two Mr. Linton? I was told you would be in bed with at least ten prostitutes!" Pamela exclaimed with a derisive laugh.
"And who are you? I thought I didn't want to be disturbed!"
Joshua looked at Pamela's curves and face.
"But then again...Perhaps you came to join us? I would love to know you...Inside out.." Joshua said lecherously, eyeing Pamela's breasts.
Pamela gave him a contemptuous stare.
"I see what Kisho meant...But that's not the principle of the matter...The crux is that you and your company have destroyed countless plants with the continuous deforestation...And you will pay for your heinous crimes."
Joshua's lecherous grin faltered.
"Kisho? What Kisho? Who are you? And where are my bodyguards?"
"You know very well which Kisho I'm talking about. As for your bodyguards, they'll be dead pretty soon."
Joshua started ransacking the drawer beside the bed while the other two women huddled together on the bed in fear.
"What are you looking for Mr. Linton? A condom?" Pamela asked, voice filled with mirth.
Joshua rummaged through numerous packets of condoms and wads of money, before producing a handgun. He aimed it at Pamela.
"Answer me. Who are you? What are you talking about?" Joshua asked threateningly.
Pamela sneered. She then held out her palm.
"I want the gun." Pamela said.
Joshua laughed nervously.
"The gun's with me bitch! So you can fucking say goodbye to your life!"
Joshua aimed at Pamela's chest with the handgun which was equipped with a silencer, and pulled the trigger.
Several thick shoots shot up in front of Pamela, deflecting the bullet. The bullet hit the surface of one of the shoots and ricocheted off it, hitting the wall instead. The shoot had been dented. Pamela frowned while Joshua looked on in fear, gun still in his hand.
"Plants stronger than steel...No excuse for damaging them! Get the gun!"
The vines struck Joshua's hand and he cried out as the gun fell out of his hand. Another vine curled around the gun, bringing it to Pamela while more vines wound around Joshua.
"You'll never get away with this bitch!"
"Watch me. Besides, that'll be the least of your concerns soon...Now...You're a murderer...The evidence, fingerprints on the gun...Darling, could you do the honours?"
The vine with the gun aimed and curled tighter around the trigger, until the gun was fired. The blonde prostitute slumped against the wall, a splash of red behind her head. The Asian started screaming but a few vines subdued her easily, tightening around her neck and causing her to die from strangulation in merely under a minute.
"Make sure his fingerprints are around her neck."
The vines carried Joshua near the Asian and pulled his hands towards the woman's neck. Joshua tried to fight but the plants were too strong. Inch by inch, Joshua's hands got closer to the woman's neck and finally, the fingerprints were on her neck.
"You fucking bitch! Release me!" Joshua yelled.
"Oh what a noisy pig..."
Pamela stepped down from the flower and walked over to Joshua. The vines bound Joshua tightly, forcing him to face Pamela as she planted a kiss on his lips.
"A little something to shut you up...Urgh...That was disgusting..." Pamela said as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
Joshua barely blinked before he passed out. Pamela sighed.
"Oh my goodness, what a mess...My dears...Could you go to the lift and collect the valet's body? And the others over there, make sure you still have the two bodyguards with you. The three of them are going to be wonderful fertilizer aren't they?"
Pamela leaned back on the petal of the rose and inhaled the fragrant aroma while the unconscious Joshua Linton was swallowed by the seemingly infinite tendrils. She then took a piece of paper from one of her gloves and a pen from her other.
"Now let's see...Joshua Linton done. Oh yeah, make sure you don't smother him my babies. I want him alive, or rather, Kisho wants him alive...Now that's a tick for his name...Who else? Hmm...Dr. Grey? In Arkham Asylum so I guess I'll go there last...Lester...Later...Guo Xin...Of course! Isn't he Haruko's boyfriend...Ah...Haruko...If you had continued following me...The Earth would be at the mercy of Mother Nature by now...Well...I suppose it's time to visit my old apprentice...Haruko-chan..."
Pamela's cellular phone rang. She answered the call.
"Yes? Kisho." Pamela said.
"Mission accomplished Miss Isley. And the evidence has been taken care of. How're things at your side?" Kisho asked.
"Oh...Thoroughly done with Mr. Linton. Anyway, I shall start with Guo Xin next. Is that fine with you?" Pamela said brightly.
"Anything Pamela...I just want my high school reunion..."
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