Marilyn's Fate ~Robert M. Fischer~

[The Phantom Lady]

I won't get into a lengthy reason for this story because well it basically came to me while doing target practice with the toy gun I bought for my Timekeeper costume...

I must warn you; this has some very dark themes.


DISCLAIMER: I do not agree with any form of violence no matter what cause!





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Part 1


She hadn’t thought in a million years that her boyfriend handing her a toy gun would end up this way… her who had always been against weapons and violence; but there she was holding Robert M. Fischer at gunpoint.

It all started when Marilyn’s boyfriend came by one evening and found her stitching up some deep cuts on her arm she had done to herself with a dirty needle and thread; It hadn’t shocked him at all because he did know of her anger and how she turned it on herself. He had picked her up and sat her down harshly on a chair and looked deeply into her eyes. The look in her eyes revealed she wasn’t truly with him and he slapped her cheek. Now she looked back into his eyes.

“Marilyn” he had practically yelled at her “This sh’t can’t go on” he informed her. She sat there apathetic just looking at him picking at the stitches with mechanic movements. “I have something for you” he had told her and ran across the room to get her a wrapped present. He knew her attacks and knew she wouldn’t be able to unwrap it so he did it for her. “Look at what I got you” he showed her a toy replica gun; the kind that shot orange plastic arrows and her look shifted and she looked at it, before looking questioningly at him.

“I know you told me you didn’t like toy weapons but try to hold it in your hand” he said and reached for her limb hand; opened it and placed the plastic toy in her hand and he smiled as her hand gripped it.
“You load it like this” he pulled the top back so it made a loud clicking noise and he stuffed one of the orange plastic arrows in it. “Now you pull the trigger” he told her, gently caressing her arm. She put little effort in it, but off the ‘bullet’ flew. “I have to leave now, but why don’t you do some target practice?” he asked her, kissing the top of her head “Pretend like you’re shooting everyone who ever did you wrong” he whispered and he left her sitting there with the black toy gun in her limb hand, staring at where the orange thing had landed.

As Marilyn came to herself and felt the stinging in her arm and dropped the toy gun and she outburst
“Sh’t!” as she ran her finger over the stitched up cuts as if to see if her eyes were deceiving her; she had done it again! She could barely remember what had messed her up and she had only little knowledge of putting the blade to her skin; it was all a blur and so was the visit from her boyfriend…

Marilyn got up to put bandages over the cuts and walked back into the living room and picked up the gun and studied; felt its light weight in her hand and pretended to aim at something imaginary on the wall; she pulled the trigger of the unarmed toy and nothing happened; then she remembered what he had said and carefully pulled back the top and on the table she grabbed one of the orange ‘bullets’ and armed it. She aimed at the same spot on the wall holding both hands on the gun and she shot. Something about it made her smile and she was quick to reload and shoot once again, then once more…

By morning time she had gotten quite good at aiming and shooting and she even; heaven forbid found herself having fun when she kept hitting the makeshift targets; and pretending like they were anyone who ever hurt her felt incredibly good…

She jumped startled when the lock on the door was turned and instinctively turned to face the door and aimed right at it; no sooner was it opened than her boyfriend was shot.
“Hey!” he complained with a grin “Right at the heart too” he bowed down to pick up the bullet.
“Morning” she said in a welcoming tune of voice and he smiled.
“Looks like it helped you” he said and returned the bullet to her “Lets see if you can hit that coffee cup over there” he pointed to it and she nodded; taking the challenge. She missed the first time but at the second go the bullet stuck to the smooth surface.

After that Marilyn spent most of her time doing target practice with the gun; getting a lot of her pent up anger out of her system and she became a whole other woman. The couple even used the gun in bed; he’d make her hold the gun to his temple forcing him to do things he had instructed her to do.

However she got a little nervous when her boyfriend took her out to a deserted military facility and placed a real gun in her hand; it looked just like the plastic one she had grown to love; she nearly dropped it because of the weight and the metal felt so cold in her hands.
“There’s already bullets in it; they go in here” he showed her how to remove the bullets and how to put them back in. she couldn’t help wonder how he knew so much about firearms but like always he gave her little time to think.
“You shoot it just like the toy gun; go on give it a go” he handed her the gun back and she grabbed it with both hands just like she would do with the toy. She aimed at the black target and shrieked as the gun went off. She had thought the toy made a loud noise but it was nothing compared to this; and the force of it pushed the metal gun back towards her.
“Isn’t it an awesome feeling?” he asked her and she nodded even if that wasn’t what she felt
“Go on and shoot till the chamber is empty” he told her and she did; like with the toy it became fun and she got better control of it.

She hadn’t had one of her attacks since he first handed her the toy gun and she felt grateful that he was helping her; Marilyn really wanted help but she had never found anything that worked as well as this did… no matter how strange it seemed.

[Zombiekitten]

Very rousing and intense story.
I ask myself what problems Marilyn has, what might happened to her... and how far it will come with handling that gun... I sense some bad things happening...


Victim of Love, I just love how you can find inspiration in every thing in your personal environment !! Even a plastic gun inspires you to a story! Very creative. I like that ! Because inspiration you can find every where and in every thing. No matter how minor some things may appear at first sight.

[The Phantom Lady]

Thanks! I'm really glad you liked it!

So lets see how bad things can get...





Part 2






“You look sexy with that gun” Marilyn heard her boyfriend say as she was aiming at one of the targets at the deserted military facility; by now they had been there almost every evening for 2 weeks and her confidence with the real gun had grown.
“Shut up” she muttered and pulled the trigger hitting the black cardboard shaped like a human being right in the chest.
“No you really do” he said as she pointed the gun once more “If that was the last thing I saw before I died I’d be a really happy man” he told her with a grin. The gun went off with a loud ‘BANG’.
“I’m not gonna shoot anyone, especially not you” she said as she aimed the gun once more.
“Of course not, I’m just saying…” he said and kicked the gravel. “Why are you so broody today though?” he asked and the gun went off once more leaving a hole in the face of the target.
“Leave me alone please” she aimed the gun again but this time pulling the trigger nothing happened; she had run out of bullets.
“You need to count your bullets” he instructed her; he had told her this before but today she could care less.
“Shut up!” she screamed and aimed the gun at him. He looked into her eyes that revealed her anger.

Had it not been for the gun practice this had been one of the nights he would have found her feebly holding onto a bloody, rusty blade being completely unresponsive. Today her rage was facing outwards…

“Okay, I’m gonna take you home now then… ” he said and walked towards his car and she reluctantly followed him.
She was silent on the ride back to her apartment until he broke their silence.
“I promised my friends I’d hang out with them tomorrow, why don’t you come?” he asked her.
“Sure” she said. She had never met his friends; she had never heard anything about them either…

5 minutes before he had said he would pick her up he knocked on her door and gave her wolf-whistle.
“You’re hot in that” he complimented her and she blushed and smiled. “And you’re better today” he commented on her smile. She nodded. “You’re ready?” he asked.
“Yes” she said and grabbed her handbag.

Marilyn was taken to an alley and she shuddered at the thought and tried to stay as close to her boyfriend as she could. He led her through a door and into a room filled with smoke and she instantly started coughing.
“Sorry about that” he said and patted her on the back.
“Guys this is Marilyn; she’s not good with smoke so please put them out” he said into the room and a few grunts were heard but the cigarettes were all put out. Marilyn bit into her lip.
“Sorry about that” she bowed her head.

After being introduced to all of the guys she was handed a drink that seemed to have a strange after taste. Marilyn couldn’t quite place it but the drink left her with a strange feeling of lightness. She was unable to keep track of their conversation until her boyfriend handed her the real gun.
“It’s already loaded” he told her “You point it at Mr. Fischer and keep him in his chair while we do our business” he told her and she nodded; having no clue what so ever as to what he was talking about.

She knew she was back in his car at some point but everything was a big messy blur right until they stormed the hotel room and someone was yelling into her ear.
“Wake up Dolly!” and she shook her head
“That’s Mr. Fischer” she heard her boyfriend’s words and remembered his earlier instructions. She feebly reached for the gun in her little black handbag and aimed it straight at him; he had been placed in a chair.
“Don’t move a muscle mate, she’s an expert shooter” her boyfriend told the man whose blue eyes were wide with horror.

Her boyfriend’s mates were searching through the room throwing stuff about breaking glasses and what not in their wake
“Where is it?” they yelled once in a while. Marilyn was staring at the man who had beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“What is this?” he whispered to Marilyn “Who are you?” he wanted to know
“Don’t talk” she told him. “I’ll shoot” her finger tightened against the trigger. He swallowed nervously.
“Is this another of those dreams?” he asked and she looked questioningly at him.
“No” she answered him “And shut up” the woman dressed in a tight fitting black dress told him crossly. Marilyn’s head was starting to spin and as she blinked his face changed and her eyes widened at the sight. She was breathing heavily.
“Not now” she whispered to herself.
“Are you okay?” Robert Fischer asked the woman pointing a lethal weapon at him. A tear trailed down her cheek.

Marilyn slapped her own cheek and he now had his own face back. He looked utterly frightened that man in his neat suit; purple silky tie and his hair and face that seemed so neat; he was obviously a wealthy man and a handsome one at that.
“I told you not to talk” she hissed and he jumped in his seat.
“Please don’t shoot me” he begged her “Just let them find what they want and this will all be over. You’re not a bad woman” he told her and she drew a few sharp breaths “Are they paying you for this?” he asked her and she shook her head. “No, one of them seems to be fond of you; your boyfriend?” he asked and her eyes widened. “You really don’t want to do this” he said to her. He was short of breath.
“Shut up” she whispered and blinked. The face from before returned.
“You’re not a killer, remember that” he said. She wasn’t listening; she was staring at the face of one man who made her into the messed up version of herself she was today.
“Where the f’ck is it!” one of the guys yelled. Marilyn’s eyes became thin slits as her face twisted in anger.
“How could you do it?” she asked the face in front of her “How the hell could you?” her voice was thrill with rage
“Do what?” Robert Fischer asked the woman he had never once laid eyes on
“Do what?” she spat.
“Marilyn!” her boyfriend yelled at her “Get it together!” Marilyn’s eyes shut and when she opened them again it was Robert Fischer she saw and another tear ran from her eyes; liquidizing her pitch black makeup.
“Marilyn” Robert Fischer whispered to her “It’s gonna be okay” he told her. Her lower lip was trembling. “If you promise not to shoot me I won’t press charges” he started negotiating with her.
“Marilyn he’s not your dad!” her boyfriend yelled across the room and another tear trailed down her cheek as her grip on the gun tightened.