Wintergirl_80.0
March 5th, 2012, 07:27 PM
I run through the deserted street; my yellow rubber gloves threatening to slip off my sweaty hands. Everything looks sinister in the dead of the night. I can hear them not far behind. Yelling and laughing. Stumbling around drunkenly. They are on either side of me and behind me; herding me deeper into the alley. The five men area picture perfect image of the word gang. The alley is a dead end.
"Of course," I mutter under my breath. I turn to face my attackers. I brace my feet a foot apart and raise myfists.
"Hey girly," Oneof the mencalls. "You shouldn't be out here alone at this time of night."
"Yeah," another onejeers. "It's not safe for a girl your age."
The first guy takes a step forward.
"Stay away from me!" I hiss.
"C'mon, baby," he says, "Don't be like that."
He cups my cheek in his hand. I jerk My face away.
"Don't touch me," I snarl.
He grabs my wrists and says in a voice that was suppose to be soothing, " We ain't gonna hurt cha. So long as you cooperate."
"I said don't touch me!" I attempt to jerk my arms away from him. My fist connects with his, but its not even enough force to stun him. He grinned wickedly.
"Yo, Mikey," one of the gang bangers calls stupidly, "you picked you a feisty one."
"She ain't nonin' man," a guy slurs. "He had a slut almost rip his balls off. You took care of her din't you Mikey?"
Mikey yanks me closer to him so that his lipsare right next to my ear "Yeah, I took care of her and then I dumped her body in Lake Erie."
He shoves me agianst the wall. My arms are pinned on either side of my head. So, I dowhat any girl would do in this situation. Ithrust my knee upward striaght into theguy's groin. He lets go and falls tothe ground holding his crotch. There is a split second that therest of the gang is too shocked to do anything. I make a brake for it. One of them grabs my sholders. Istomp down on his foot as hard asI can. He autimaticly bends towards his hurt foot andI brake hisnose with my knee. I punc the guy behind him in the stomach and he doubles over. Iuse his sholders topush off the ground. I flip over his headto aviod being tackled by Mickey and the other guy.The guyI fliped overand theone with the broken nose are back on their feet I take one of them out with a round house kick, but the other is too fast.He grabs my foot asI land andI fall on top of him. The others yank me up and Mickey comes toward me. He punches me in the stomach.
"You think you could get away from me, you little bitch?" he asks. "Huh?" He slaps me so hard that myright eye is momentarily blinded. I lash out but succeed in nothing but making him laugh. He grabs my arm.
"Tell me something, girly," he spits. "Who the hell walks around wearing bright yellow rubber cleaning gloves?"He rips the glove off my hand and throws it on the ground. Without thinking Ithrust my arm forward. For a fraction of a second my palm touches his stomach.
There is noboom, no flash of light. One minute he'ssmirking at my pittiful attempt at escape, the next minute he's laying on the ground with a hole blown clear threw his torso.He screamsbloody murder then chokes into silence.
"She killed him!"one of they guys yell. "That fucking freak killed him!"
They don't try to chase after me though as I grab my gloves and run away. I run for a goodtwo miles beforeI turn into a hidden alley.I curl up behind a cardboard box andsink into hysterics.
"Of course," I mutter under my breath. I turn to face my attackers. I brace my feet a foot apart and raise myfists.
"Hey girly," Oneof the mencalls. "You shouldn't be out here alone at this time of night."
"Yeah," another onejeers. "It's not safe for a girl your age."
The first guy takes a step forward.
"Stay away from me!" I hiss.
"C'mon, baby," he says, "Don't be like that."
He cups my cheek in his hand. I jerk My face away.
"Don't touch me," I snarl.
He grabs my wrists and says in a voice that was suppose to be soothing, " We ain't gonna hurt cha. So long as you cooperate."
"I said don't touch me!" I attempt to jerk my arms away from him. My fist connects with his, but its not even enough force to stun him. He grinned wickedly.
"Yo, Mikey," one of the gang bangers calls stupidly, "you picked you a feisty one."
"She ain't nonin' man," a guy slurs. "He had a slut almost rip his balls off. You took care of her din't you Mikey?"
Mikey yanks me closer to him so that his lipsare right next to my ear "Yeah, I took care of her and then I dumped her body in Lake Erie."
He shoves me agianst the wall. My arms are pinned on either side of my head. So, I dowhat any girl would do in this situation. Ithrust my knee upward striaght into theguy's groin. He lets go and falls tothe ground holding his crotch. There is a split second that therest of the gang is too shocked to do anything. I make a brake for it. One of them grabs my sholders. Istomp down on his foot as hard asI can. He autimaticly bends towards his hurt foot andI brake hisnose with my knee. I punc the guy behind him in the stomach and he doubles over. Iuse his sholders topush off the ground. I flip over his headto aviod being tackled by Mickey and the other guy.The guyI fliped overand theone with the broken nose are back on their feet I take one of them out with a round house kick, but the other is too fast.He grabs my foot asI land andI fall on top of him. The others yank me up and Mickey comes toward me. He punches me in the stomach.
"You think you could get away from me, you little bitch?" he asks. "Huh?" He slaps me so hard that myright eye is momentarily blinded. I lash out but succeed in nothing but making him laugh. He grabs my arm.
"Tell me something, girly," he spits. "Who the hell walks around wearing bright yellow rubber cleaning gloves?"He rips the glove off my hand and throws it on the ground. Without thinking Ithrust my arm forward. For a fraction of a second my palm touches his stomach.
There is noboom, no flash of light. One minute he'ssmirking at my pittiful attempt at escape, the next minute he's laying on the ground with a hole blown clear threw his torso.He screamsbloody murder then chokes into silence.
"She killed him!"one of they guys yell. "That fucking freak killed him!"
They don't try to chase after me though as I grab my gloves and run away. I run for a goodtwo miles beforeI turn into a hidden alley.I curl up behind a cardboard box andsink into hysterics.