Hell's Cherubs

Chapter 1
Hell's Cherubs

"What’re we gonna DO?"

"Shut up, man! Just shut up!"

The gas station erupted into laughter, hoots, and catcalls as they rode past on their bikes toward the highway. Yesterday, the Mother’s Angels were feared as the toughest biker gang around. Not any more.

"’Let’s take over the town! It’s just a bunch of old ladies! What can they do?’ Brilliant idea, jerk!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know they were all witches?"

"Yeah. And how were you supposed to know they’d have a magic spell to shrink us down into little kids? Look at us! We’re freaking eight year olds!"

"I still can’t believe they had a spanking machine in the town square. Talk about twisted..."

"SHUT UP ABOUT THAT DAMN MACHINE! NOBODY HAS TO KNOW ABOUT THAT!"

"Well, considering they also took our clothes, people are gonna be able to tell!"

They passed the thirty mile marker and headed onto the highway, an assortment of blazing red bare bottoms wiggling above their bike-seats. Between their recent spankings and the plastic seats sitting in the hot sun all day, they didn’t dare make contact.

"Oh, man! We’ll get them for this! We’ll get them back if it’s the last thing we ever do!"

"Yeah. Maybe in twenty years when we’re all grown up."

"JUST SHUT UP, MAN!"

"At least they gave us our bikes back, even if they did change them too..."

"Just shut up and peddle!"