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Saturday, 27 January 2018

A Step Too Far - Chapter 12

The two men came around the corner and Annie heard them stop still.  “Hey!” one growled “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”  She turned to face them with a grim smile, as they moved to block her escape.  “Oh I just saw those guys in there kill that guy Dave you’ve got hidden away inside.  Thought I’d see what they were doing with him, maybe drop in and say ‘Hi’,” she replied brightly.  “Crazy bitch, you must be high,” replied the man on the left as they both approached her.  He saw the specs of blood on her face and clothes.  “I guess this will be the second time someone teaches you a lesson tonight.”

Annie watched them approach, grim smile shrinking to more of a dark smirk.  One of them drew a knife, the other grabbed her and slammed her hard up against the wall.  It knocked the wind from her, but the smirk remained.  “Pretty little thing like you should stay off the streets at this hour, but I guess it’s too late now, can’t exactly unsee something can you?”  “No indeed!” she cheerily replied, despite some shortness of breath, “Come to think of it, weren’t the two of you there too?  I’m pretty sure that knife was the one that got me, uh, him in the leg, no?”

The man with the knife pushed the other aside and held it to Annie’s throat.  The grim smirk was gone, she now smiled sweetly, looking into his eyes.  “That’s right, this was that knife.  Now, tell me, would you like me to fuck you before, or after I use it on you?” The other guy laughed, “This bitch is crazy man, but she’s hot!  We could get good money for her, let’s bring her in.”

“Oh, let’s not be in such a hurry,” Annie said seductively, gently caressing the man’s knife arm.  “Can’t you both fuck me here first, before we go inside?” Now the man with the knife laughed and leaned closer to her, his left hand moving to grope her between the legs.  His knife twisted from his hand and went up through the floor of his mouth,  right into his brain.  He fell straight to the ground dead.

The other man jumped back in shock and fumbled, but managed to reach his gun.  Annie took a step toward him as he retreated, drawing on her.  She grabbed the gun with both hands and leaped up and around, wrapping her legs firmly around his neck and wrenching the gun from his grip.  He came crashing down, her legs still entwined around him, cutting off circulation to his brain.  In a few seconds he stopped twitching.  She lay relaxedly on the ground for another minute before letting go.  His eyes had almost bulged out of their sockets.  It was nice having a body that could properly follow through with her intention!

Annie rose to her feet, taking the gun, but leaving the knife.  It seemed a good place for it to remain - sticking out of the man’s jaw - it held a certain aesthetic quality.  After three months as Dave, not to mention years as a hobo before that, Annie realised she was tired of inactivity and slowly plodding around.  Walking to the front of the bar, she wanted some action.  There was only so much she could do to increase the strength of a body, but she put all she had into it and kicked down the front door, marching in, gun blazing.

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