Monster's Parole

by Jaycren


This Is A Job For Momma

Opening her eyes, Medusa sat in front of a desk. Behind the Desk was a slim young woman of black complexion, with azure blue hair. Her name plate read Ms. Chrysalis.

"Ah, glad to see you've awakened."

"Where am I?"

"In the Canterlot Social Services office, Uncle Minos asked me to give you a specific task. He thought you'd be uniquely suited for it."

"Oh?"

"Yes, he says that you used to be the Chief Priestess of Athena, did that included combat training, as well as knowledge?"

"It did. Any man or god other then one of the big three I'd have wiped the floor with. Posiedon, was just to powerful."

"Well, I won't be asking you to face anyone so severe. It's come to my attention that, due to several factors, three children have fallen through the cracks. I've located them in a halfway house run by one White Trash. I have no idea how Mr. Trash got placed in charge, but I can't remove him without the police being involved. Which due to the nature of the three girls would only exacerbate their problems." Chrysalis smiled, showing sharp teeth, and a look of glee was in her eye as she spoke the next words.

"This also means that if Mr. Trash was removed in a more direct manner, he himself has no recourse under the law, as then I could nail and have his head stuffed over my mantle. Your background make you immensely suitable for performing such a removal."

"Any limitations on how much effort I should expend?" Medusa smiled back.

"I personally would prefer his removal to be executed with extreme effort and force. However I leave the judgment in your capable hands, afterwards I can recommend a lovely cleaning service."

Medusa chuckled. "Your his niece alright. It'll be done. I just need directions and transportation."

Chrysalis picked up her phone, "Would you like to be dropped directly in front or an adjacent location."

"Adjacent Location, I want to see what I'm dealing with."

"Fair enough, a pleasure talking to you, and congratulations on being accepted into our agency."

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Medusa met a Red haired young man outside of the office building. As he pulled up he opened the door for her, then got in the driver side. As they drove away he stayed silent, frustration and anger radiating off him.

"What's your name?" Medusa asked.

"It's Flam." came the terse reply.

"You got a problem with me Flam?"

He sighed, then slumped, pulling over to the side of the rode he asked. "Do you really think you can get that piece of garbage away from those girls?"

"You care about them, huh?

"My brother and I are freelance Entrepreneurs, the girls are kindred spirits. We try to get them out of that house as often as possible on the auspices of giving them work, but that monumental shit keeps them on a tight leash. Neither me nor Flim are fighters. We sidestep our enemies. I've never regretted that tactic till now. Those girls need help. Chrysalis won't do anything to jeopardize her position. Removing White Trash would dig up a lot of dirty laundry. Doing things this way, she can just move your name over his on the paper work and no one gets exposed."

He sat back, gripping the steering wheel tight. Medusa smiled, this was a good man, a little shady but a good one.

"I take it the black bitch didn't even tell you their names." he snarled.

"No she didn't"

"Adagio, Aria, And Sonata."

"I'll tell you what." Medusa said. "Take me to your brother, you two live close I take it?"

"Right next door."

Medusa's eyes glittered "Good, I always did prefer a good old sidestep over a frontal assault anyways."

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Flim and Flam knocked on White Trash's door, both dressed in the uniform of their Thrift Emporium. A gruff shout and some curses followed by a resounding slap told them that the correct occupant was on his way.

The door opened and a muscular white male, dressed in a wife beater and sweatpants loomed over the brothers. Stepping out into the porch he spit his chaw into a coffee tin by the door. Glaring at them he growled.

"What do you two fairies want?"

"We're just wondering if we might borrow the girls for a bit?" Flim asked.

"Yes, we got a major shipment into the store and we could use all three of your talented girls to help sift through it." Flam echoed.

"Indeed, sir they have such a talent for it and many hands make for less work ehh?" Flim returned.

"Nah, I don't think the girls are going to be able to help. They have to finish their chores." White Trash snarled.

"Well, maybe we can work something out? Cut you in on some of the profits?" Flim continued.

"I already told you no, this is not some negotiation! Those girls belong to me. I get to decide what they do, and it's about time they start their training for a different profession, the oldest one." He looked at the two brothers. "I think they'll be quite talented, once they get started."

Both Men glowered at White Trash, they'd known he was scum, but this. "Now see here..." they began but White Trash cut them off.

"SHUT UP! You both think you're so better then me. The two of you fruits are just criminals, just because you have lines and rules you won't cross don't make you two any less crooks. Besides we both know you won't do nothing, to much cock in your mouths and none between your legs?"

Flim's eyes suddenly sparkled, a smile formed on his lips. "Well, part of that is true." He snarked.

"Indeed, dear Brother, we are indubitably crooks, but those lines and rules are what define and restrict us." Flam said, the same glitter in his eyes.

Flim picked up the thread, "Which makes us a hell of lot better then a slime like you."

"Also, me and my brother both prefer women. Rich and old are our favorite, right Flim."

"Indeed Flam, though I wouldn't think he'd understand what to do for a woman, after all we both saw those little envelopes delivered, that contain those little blue pills. Too much attention to the biceps and not enough attention to either of the muscles that matter."

Flam paused in thought, "Although, you're right in that we can't do anything, neither me nor my brother have ever been physical, what say you Flim."

"Why no, I am afraid physical pursuits interfer with our poor constitutions. SHE, on the other hand, looks well equipped to handle a piece of trash like you."

A slight tapping on his shoulder made White Trash turn. He froze, terror running through his frame as the thing that was behind him growled in fury.

"Come in, White Trash, I and the Girls have much we'd like to talk to you about."

A slender arm yanked the larger man inside. Medusa turned to the two brothers and snarled.

"Wait here." The Door slammed shut.

"You know Flim?"

"Yes Flam?"

"I think that Medusa is going to make a lovely neighbor don't you agree?"

Inside, a Male voice started screaming, as the sounds of machinery began.

"Oh, I absolutely agree, she even has the greatest taste in music."

"Oh, I think I know this one, Hell hath no Punishment worse, then a Mother Angered."

"A classic if their ever was one brother mine."

A sickening sqeulch from inside, and both screaming and machinery silenced. Medusa opened the door and asked.

"Flim said that the two of you are Freelance Entrepreneurs of sorts. They Girls need clothing and other things to clean up this house. I was wondering, if the girls worked for you, could we negotiate a discount."

"Oh indeed, we'll be most happy to have the little scamps helping us again. What discount do you think is fair, Flam."

The mustached man twitched a bit than answered, "I think after all my figuring, 90% off all merchandise and 60% of all services, if the three work at our store and other projects full time. They will also have a wage of 10.00/hr non negotiable. Health benefits are whatever the government provides. Is that agreeable Medusa?"

Medusa smiled. "You are both good men under all that muck, but don't worry I won't go spreading that around."

The sizzling smell of spiced meat wafted out, though the brothers couldn't quite place it.

Medusa chuckled darkly, "It seems her sisters were right. Sonata can make tacos out of anything." Turning to Flim and Flam she offered. "You want to come in for some mystery meat tacos. I'm sure we've got enough."

Both brothers held up their hands. Flim was the one that answered. "Medusa, there's a limit to how much we can't see. We are going to retreat to our domicile. Make sure the Girls are at the shop bright and early Saturday morning." Both men turned and left, as Medusa smiling, shut the door to her new home.