Ginger - Part 2 Archie Fan - betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca With her family dead Ginger goes on a road trip ****************************************************************************** ****** It was dawn and Ginger was now far from New York. She wasn't sure where she was going to go, but she was going to head west. She was just outside of Allentown, Pennsylvania when the gas light on the van came on. Ginger saw a gas station up ahead but as she approached she spotted cameras covering all the pumps. She decided not to stop and simply continued on driving. About fifteen minutes later the van's engine began to sputter and she ran out of gas. Ginger pulled over to the side and stopped. She was just getting out when a truck pulled over behind her. Ginger looked on curiously as a black man got out of the truck. "Hey there girl, you having some car trouble?" he asked. "I ran out of gas, the gas gauge isn't working properly," Ginger lied. "Well you're in luck, I just happen to have a jerry can in the back of my truck," the man said. As then man went to the back of his truck to retrieve the jerry can, Ginger stood on the passenger side of the van and thought about what she would do. She could kill the man and steal his truck; she could just accept the gas and continue on, provided he didn't ask too many questions. Ginger was trying to decide when heard the sound of a motorcycle. Ginger looked up to see the motorcycle stop behind the black man's truck. As Ginger watched curiously the rider got off the motorcycle. To Ginger's surprise the driver was a woman, and a tall woman at that. The woman looked to be 6'6" and she had a rather muscular build, although nothing close to Ginger. The woman was wearing leather pants and a leather vest. Ginger noticed a bunch of tattoos on the woman's arms, most notably a big swastika on her left arm. She had long black hair and looked to be in her late thirties to early forties. "Hey nigger what do you think you're doing?" the woman shouted at the black man. The black man ignored her and continued on with retrieving the jerry can which was tied down in the back of his truck and he went about undoing the knots. "Hey nigger I'm talking to you!" the woman yelled as she slammed her fist on the tailgate of his truck. If Ginger had been driving by this scene she would have continued on, but because the black man had offered to help her she was now involved; and this woman could be problem. Ginger decided she had to get rid of this woman one way or another. Ginger walked towards the back of the man's truck. "Is there a problem here?" Ginger asked. "Oh look, a Mexican that speaks English," the woman said. "And a big one at that." Ginger was a little surprised, nobody had ever dared speak to her like that before. "I'm not Mexican, my father is from Peru and my mother is from Puerto Rico," Ginger said. "Yeah whatever you mongrel, get out of here before you get hurt," the woman responded. Ginger could not believe this woman's audacity. Ginger stepped around to the back of the truck. She got into the face of the woman. Ginger stood over her by a good three inches and outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. "Just who the hell do you think you are?" Ginger asked. "You really think you can challenge me, Brandi?" The woman replied. "You're one crazy Chica." Ginger had no idea who this Brandi was, and quite frankly she didn't care. She'd had enough of Brandi's racist garbage and false bravado. Before Brandi knew what happening Ginger had one big armed wrapped around her neck. "Let me go you fucking �spic," Brandi cursed. Brandi kicked and struggled. Ginger had to admit that the woman was strong, but she didn't have anywhere near Ginger's strength. "What are you doing?" the black man asked. "Dealing with a problem," Ginger replied. Ginger squeezed and as Brandi struggled. The racist woman threw elbow at Ginger in an attempt to break free but Ginger barely felt them. Ginger increased the pressure, but Brandi had her chin tucked so she wasn't about to be choked out. However Ginger was fine with that. Ginger decided to stop holding back and she used all her power. There was a series of cracks and a squelching noise. Brandi's eyes went wide with surprise, which was appropriate as a moment later her head tumbled to the ground. Ginger looked down to see Brandi's face, frozen in shock, staring back up at her. Ginger violently stomped down on the severed head crushing it flat. "Oh my god you killed her!" the black man exclaimed. "Yeah, racist bitch deserved it," Ginger responded. "You got a problem with that?" "Yes, what is wrong with you? You can't just around a kill people," the black man stated. "These muscle say otherwise," Ginger said as she flexed. Ginger then climbed up into the bed of the truck. The suspension dipped noticeably from her weight. "Now, am I going to have another problem I have to deal with?" Ginger asked menacingly. Ginger rubbed the fist of her right hand into the palm of her left hand. The black man looked at her frightened. "Um... uh..." he stammered. "Shame," Ginger said disappointedly. "You were a nice guy so I was really hoping that you would say no." "No, no we won't have a problem!" the man shouted. "Yeah, it's too late for you to say that," Ginger said sadistically. "But don't worry, I'll make this quick." Ginger grabbed the man by his head and with a quick wrench snapped his neck. She then let his limp dead body fall to the bed of the truck. She then climbed out and picked up what was left of Brandi's corpse, and tossed it into the back and closed the tailgate. She then went to the van and got her backpack out. Ginger then went over to Brandi's motorcycle, the keys were still in the ignition. Ginger didn't know much about motorcycles, but she knew about how to ride one, and she did know that Brandi's was a Harley-Davidson, although what kind she wasn't sure. Ginger put on the helmet and hopped on and started it up and drove off. ****************************************************************************** ****** It was getting to be close to noon and Ginger was starting to get hungry, and the motorcycle was starting to run low on fuel. She was now somewhere in West Virginia. She passed a road sign that read "Riverdale � 2 Miles". "Hmm, Riverdale, never heard of it," Ginger muttered to herself. A few minutes later Ginger came across another sign, this one slightly faded hand-painted, it read "Welcome to Riverdale, The Town with Pep! Population � 3,000". Ginger slowed as she rolled into the town. She came to a gas station, she noticed that it didn't have any security cameras. She stopped to fill up. As she did an attendant came out. He looked to be a black teenage boy around the same age as her. He wore a name tag that read Chuck. "Do you want me to fill that up for you?" he asked. "Yeah sure," Ginger replied. "Premium?" Chuck asked. Ginger nodded. Ginger had never seen a full-serve gas station before, she didn't even think they existed anymore. She stepped back from the bike to let Chuck fill it out. "So um, I know you're not from around here," Chuck said making small talk. "Where you from?" "Pennsylvania," Ginger lied. "Pittsburgh." "Oh the big city," Chuck said. "Cool." "So is there somewhere around here to get something to eat?" Ginger asked. "There's a diner just up the road called Pop's," Chuck replied. "They make a pretty good burger." Chuck finished filling the motorcycle up, it hadn't taken long. "So uh, that'll be ten dollars," Chuck said. Ginger only had hundreds from her theft the other night. She peeled one off a roll and handed it to Chuck. "Keep the change," she said. Chuck stared at the bill in disbelief as Ginger drove off. As she glanced in the mirror as she was driving away he seemed to still be staring at the bill. The diner Chuck had mentioned wasn't very far up the road. Ginger parked her bike outside and went inside. Ginger made her way inside, even though it was lunch time the diner didn't seem very busy. As Ginger stepped inside and looked around she saw only a few customers and there was a red-headed boy working behind the counter who looked to be around the same age as her. Ginger noticed that as soon as she entered all eyes were on her. She recognized the looks of curiosity; however she also noticed the look of lust in the eyes of the red-headed waiter. Ginger went and took a seat in one of the booths with next to the window so she could keep an eye on outside. The waiter came over carrying a menu. As he approached Ginger could see the outline of his erection through apron that he wore. Ginger was impressed, she figured he had to be quite well hung for that to be visible through the apron. "Uh hello my name is Archie and I'll be your waiter," the boy said a little nervously. "Can I start you off with something to drink?" "Well Archie I'm in mood for something thick and creamy," Ginger replied teasingly. Archie gulped and fidgeted. "So I think I'll have a milkshake," Ginger said. "Or would you recommend something else?" Ginger coyly raised an eyebrow at him. "I um... no milkshake is a great choice," Archie stammered. "Uh, but uh, what flavour do you want?" "Hmm, well I think I'll have a vanilla," Ginger replied. "With a cherry on top." Ginger had to stifle a laugh as Archie looked like he was about to cum in his pants at any minute. "And uh do you need a minute to decide on what to order?" Archie asked through gritted teeth clearly trying to contain himself. "The boy at the gas station said you guys make a good burger, so I'll have that, with a side of onion rings," Ginger said deciding not to tease the boy any further. "Okay, I'll go put your order in," Archie said as he took the menu from him. She watched as Archie ran back behind the counter and then ran off to the bathroom. Ginger chuckled to herself, he was probably in the bathroom beating one off right now. Ginger then looked outside to see a police car pulling up outside. Ginger eyed the vehicle curiously but decided not to do anything but watch, for now. The officer got out of his car and made his way towards the door. He looked just like a stereotypical state trooper with his tan uniform, aviator sunglasses and campaign hat. On his way to the door the trooper noticed Ginger's stolen motorcycle and paused. Ginger was a bit more concerned now as the officer entered the diner. She kept her eyes on him as he walked up to the counter. "Hey Pop, my order ready?" the officer called out to the kitchen. "It'll just be a couple minutes Sheriff," the cook replied. "Take your time," the Sheriff responded. The Sheriff then turned and scanned the restaurant. Even those his eyes were hidden behind the reflective lenses of his sunglasses, Ginger could feel them focus in on her. The Sheriff calmly walked over towards her, his hand near his hip close to his side arm. "Excuse me Miss is that your bike out there?" The Sheriff asked. "Why do you ask Officer..." Ginger looked at his name plate. "Keller." "That's Sheriff," he corrected her. "And I ask because I had a call come across my line just a couple hours ago to be on the lookout for a stolen motorcycle with Pennsylvania plates." Ginger didn't respond. She saw that his hand was twitching next to his gun, almost as if he was wanting any excuse to pull it out and use it. Ginger guessed that he'd at least heard about what had happened to Brandi and the black man so she could understand why he was being cautious. "Now I want you to stand up slow and keep your hands where I can see them," the Sheriff said. Ginger calmly did as he asked, she held her hands out in front her with the wrist up. The Sheriff somewhat disappointedly took out his handcuffs and went to put them on Ginger. However he found that her forearms were so muscular that he had a hard time getting the cuffs on her. Ginger was amused by his struggles and also by the fact that he thought that these handcuffs would hold her. "Now you come with me Missy," the Sheriff said as he turned around to head out expecting Ginger to follow him. That was a big mistake on his part. In an instant Ginger snapped the hand chain on the handcuffs. Sheriff Keller had quick reflexes and he drew his sidearm as he whirled back around. However Ginger was quick too, quicker in fact. Before Keller could aim his gun at her Ginger had grabbed it. She twisted the weapon and in doing so disarmed Keller and broke his wrist. Even though she now had Keller's weapon, Ginger had no interest in using it. Killing with firearms was so impersonal and boring in her opinion. Ginger liked to get her hands dirty. Ginger grabbed Keller by his neck and lifted him up with one hand. "Bad move coming after me without backup," Ginger said. Ginger slammed Keller down onto the counter. His back hit with a sicken crack and his spine shattered in multiple places. The other customers got up and began to run for the exits. However Ginger quickly moved to block their path. "Oh, none of you are leaving here," Ginger said with a sadistic grin. One of the customers was a heavy set bald man with glasses. He quite possibly weighed as much as Ginger did, although much more of his mass was fat. He charged at her in some foolhardy attempt to be a Hero. Ginger simply scoffed and took one step and drove her shoulder into him, striking him square in the head. The man's head snapped back and there was a crack as his neck broke. He was dead before he hit the ground. "Anyone else want to try?" Ginger asked as she stood over the corpse. In response there was a loud boom and felt a strange tingling on her right side. Ginger looked to her right to see the cook standing just on the other side of the counter holding a shot gun with a surprised look on his face. Ginger looked down to see if she was hurt, however she was completely unharmed, only her clothing was damaged. She looked back up at the cook, Pop. "That was a bad move," Ginger said angrily. "Do you know how hard it is to find clothes my size?" Ginger reached across the counter and ripped the gun out of his hands with one hand and then with the other she grabbed him by his collar and yanked him over the counter tossing him right into and through the window next to a nearby booth. Ginger then looked at the shotgun she now held and then at the two remaining customers. Ginger smirked and the customers all cowered thinking that Ginger was going to shoot them. Ginger had other plans however as she snapped the gun in half rendering it useless as if it were a twig using just her bare hands. Ginger grinned at the customers as she tossed the two broken halves aside. "So, who's next?" Ginger asked. One of the customers was an older woman, thin with grey hair. The other was a buck toothed girl with dark hair who looked to be about the same age as Ginger. Neither of them moved they just stared at Ginger in fear. "Don't want to choose? That's fine, I'll kill you both at the same time." Ginger said. Ginger sprang towards them. The two women screamed in terror, however their screams were quickly silenced as Ginger smashed their heads together, crushing their skulls against each other. "That was so much fun," Ginger said. Just then she heard a noise behind her. Ginger turned around to see the waiter Archie standing there with a shocked look on his face. Ginger didn't want to kill him if she didn't have to, she could tell he had a fantastic cock. Ginger decided to leave the choice up to Archie. She walked over and stood in front of him, her enormous breasts only a few inches from his face. "So I guess my order has been cancelled then?" Ginger asked. Archie could only look up at her in shock. "So, maybe we can go to your place instead?" Ginger suggested suggestively. Archie could just see past her, the broken body of Sheriff Keller lying on the counter not moving. If any help was coming it wouldn't be here anytime soon, Keller was the only police officer in town and the nearest town with police was more than fifteen minutes away. It didn't seem like she wanted to kill him, at least not yet, and he figured his best odds of survival was to play along. "Well um, I guess we can go to my house," Archie said. "Okay good, you have a car?" Ginger asked. "Um, no," Archie replied. "No problem," Ginger said. She walked over to Keller's corpse and reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a set of keys which Archie realized was for his cop car. Ginger tossed the keys to Archie, they hit him in the chest but he was able to catch them after they bounced off before they hit the ground. "You're driving," Ginger stated. Archie nervously led the way outside. He went and sat in the driver seat of the police car and Ginger climbed in and sat in the passenger seat. The car noticeably sagged on Ginger's side from her weight. Archie was surprised she was even able to fit into the seat, and it was definitely a tight fit for her. "Well get driving," Ginger ordered him. Archie started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He briefly thought about driving her to the nearest police station but figured she'd kill him before he could even leave Riverdale. Instead he decided to do as she'd ask, but as he drove Archie worried that even that might not keep him alive for long. To be continued...