Apocalypsis 03 - Exodus

crazy talking, not the facts.” I looked at Winky and then Rob. “Right?”
    “Don’t you know anything about Amazons?” asked Rob.
    “No,” I said. “Missed that in history class, I guess.”
    Winky was shaking her head too.
    “Well, let me enlighten you. It was a group of female warriors from ancient times that invaded places and were pretty vicious about it, too. Some say they cut off one boob so they could shoot arrows without it getting in the way. And once a year or something they’d go and find a bunch of guys and screw them. If they got pregnant they’d kill the boy babies and keep the girl ones. Any guys that weren’t on the to-be-screwed list, were on the screwed list.”
    “Damn,” said Winky. “Serious girls’ club. I know it sounds a little twisted, but I gotta respect it in theory.”
    I frowned at her before asking Rob, “So what are you saying? That Bodo’s going to be used for sex and then killed?”
    “Well, you said something about Eden. That’s Adam and Eve stuff,” continued Rob. “Maybe they’re planning to repopulate the earth.”
    “Using Bodo,” I said. The idea was ludicrous. “No, huh-uh. That’s just … weird. Or sick.”
    “I don’t know. It’s not really an original idea, is it?” asked Rob.
    “Adam and Eve? No.”
    “No, I mean, find the perfect male specimen and the perfect female specimen, and having them make the perfect baby specimens.”
    My blood chilled. “Crazy girl said that only pretty girls are allowed to be with the Amazons.”
    “Oh, shit,” said Winky. Then she giggled. “Your boyfriend is about to become a sex slave to a group of hot chicks. Sucks to be you.”
    I punched her in the arm. “Shut up, this is serious. She also said that if he refused to comply, they’d cut off his dong.”
    “Ooh, ouch,” said Rob, covering his nuts. He looked towards the mansion where Bodo supposedly was, yelling, “Dude! Just do it! She’ll forgive you!”
    “Rob, if you were closer, I’d punch you in the face,” I said.
    “Good thing I’m not, then,” he said smiling, moving his bike farther away. Then he got serious again. “All kidding aside, what’s the plan? If Bodo is supposed to be their boy-toy, they’re not going to be all that happy about letting him go.”
    “Maybe we can offer them a trade,” said Winky.
    “Like what?” I asked. “We have nothing to trade, except maybe a bike or something.
    “No, we have something much more valuable than a bike,” said Winky. “We can trade Rob.”
    “Hey!” he said. “How’s that supposed to work? Why me?”
    Winky shrugged. “I don’t know. You said you liked the idea of being a sex slave. And you don’t have a girlfriend or anything.”
    “Screw you, Winky. I don’t have one because I choose not to have one.”
    “She’s just kidding, Rob. I think.” I took a few steps, moving the pedal so I could use it to launch the bike by pushing down on it. “Come on. Let’s just go over there and see if we can get a peek at what’s going on.” I looked at Winky. “Do you think the baby will be quiet?”
    “I think it’s sleeping,” said Winky, peeking in the blanket. “But how do I know? I’m no baby expert.”
    “All right. If it starts to cry, take it away. You can wait for us down by the beach.”
    We took off, heading towards the gates with the lions. The closer we got, the clearer it became that there was some sort of party or celebration going on. Lights from fires made the space above the front yard glow orange. Noises of girls cheering and laughing floated over the wall as we arrived, and the smell of cooking meat made me salivate. I felt sick, worried it might be a cannibal’s meal which would be just downright wrong to drool over. I swallowed hard, trying to move my mind away from anything that would cause me to announce my visit with the loud spatter of vomit.
    “They’re partying it up in there,” said Rob quietly. He got off his bike and dropped it in the weeds carelessly, silently moving up to the gate. I watched him climb easily to the top of it and peek over, joining him at the bottom after leaving my bike near his.
    “What’s going on?” I asked in a stage-whisper.
    “Party. Big one.”
    “How many people?”
    After a few seconds of silent counting, he said, “Fifteen girls. Two guys.”
    My heart seized. “Is it Bodo?”
    “I’m not sure…” said Rob, a strange tone in his voice.
    I grabbed the posts on the front of the gate next to Rob