The Executioner's Playlist(in-Progress)

Track 3: Girls Just Want to Have Fun- Cyndi Lauper

The door flew open like we were in a scene from a crappy haunted house movie. Cyndi Lauper blasted through the apartment's ample sound system filling the hall with playful 80s rock. Crowser took flight with a flap of his wings and flew into the apartment and out of sight. I followed and the door slammed shut behind me. The air smelled of incense and Victoria's Secret with a tiny hint of bud.

A short hall led into a living room bigger than my entire apartment. The floors were of polished black marble, veins of white giving the impression of a massive nervous system. I walked between black walls covered in mirrors of all shapes and sizes. It felt like I moved through a funhouse or some museum exhibit.

I knew not to look into them. Sometimes you saw yourself. Sometimes you saw your past. Sometimes you saw shit that really messed with your head.

In the living room danced a beautiful blonde. An ivory cat twirled around on her hind legs at the woman's feet. The blonde wore form fitting black jeans, designer holes cut into the thighs, and stylish low cut boots. Her peach top hung loosely from a single spaghetti strap on her shoulder, exposing her midriff and her arms. Her golden hair bounced in full curls hanging to her shoulders. Kimberley and her cat, Scrumptious.

She winked and joined in on Cyndi's second verse.

Heels on the marble brought my attention to the other side of the room where a tall brunette skipped in, Crowser flying circles around her head. Kelly, Kimberly's older sister. She was all long legs in a little black skater dress. Her straight hair bobbed in a loose ponytail as she sang along with her sibling.

"When the working day is done, oh girls, they wanna have fun!" Her voice was lightly tinted with an English accent, her full lips were enthralling.

"We were expecting you an hour ago," said Joan, the oldest of the three sisters. Her Accent was far more defined.

She sauntered past me, pausing only to hand me a bottle of water. She wore a plaid pantsuit with an albino python wrapped around her shoulders. His name was Powder. Joan's jet black hair, professionally cut in a no-nonsense mantle, framed the sharp angles of her face. Her ice blue eyes stared through me as she backed towards her sisters. The three finished the song together, declaring to the apartment that girls just wanted to have fun.

Together they looked like the cast for an 1980s femme fatale film. They were strikingly beautiful and dangerously powerful. Anyone with common sense was afraid of The Asha. But even she treaded lightly around the Weird Sisters.

"You were expecting me?" I asked. I guzzled down the water, my mouth suddenly dry.

"Yes," they said in unison.

"I had a vision," Joan explained. "An executioner come to offer a trade. Power for power, a deal is made."

"Power for power, blood for blood. A mend is needed to make good." Kelly walked over to the window and stared out at the city lights.

"Power for power, blood for blood, a deal for a mend, a contract to amend." Kimberly's eyes shone like spot lights, blinding me.

For a moment the four of us stood in an ancient cave surrounded by bones and shadows. Strange shapes lurked in the darkness. At my feet a virgin sacrifice spilled his lifeblood across ancient stones. Blood for blood, power for power.

I came to on their coal colored leather couch, naked except for a towel. A saxophone cover of George Michael's 'I'm Never Gonna Dance Again' gently played in the background. I didn't know how much time had passed, but the moon still hung high over the New York skyline. I didn't feel quite as beat up as I'd felt before.

Kelly knelt beside me, nude except for a pair of lace panties. Her pale skin contrasted by my ebony tones. With a threaded needle in one hand and a set of tweezers in the other, she hummed as she stitched the bullet wound in my side.