“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just here to browse, you know, thinking of getting an upgrade…” They all looked at me as if I had lost my damn mind, so I rolled my eyes and decided to cut through the bullshit and get right to it,
“You’re an illegal chop shop that deals in stolen cars and I just drove in here with a Ferrari, what do you think I am fucking doing here…about to ask for an oil change?!” And this was when I dropped the bomb and the reaction was what I had been expecting, but not what I had been hoping for.
“Bitch, you should have just said you were in the wrong place…damn shame, you were one fine bitch,” Big B said before nodding to one of his guys that was wearing oil stained coveralls. I released a sigh and shook my head a little, taking note of the confused glances from the others. They were no doubt asking themselves why I hadn’t yet started to run away in a panicked, girly fashion.
Well, they were about to find out, as the second the first one reached out to grab me, obviously acting as if he was about to fight with a girl and outright punching me in the face obviously didn’t sit well enough with him. But hey, reaching out to grab me by the hair was fair game I thought with a roll of my eyes…oh, but I didn’t think so!
The second he did, I grabbed his arm, ducked under it and took it back on itself before kicking out at the back of his knee so he went down, then I twisted his arm in such a way that it dislocated his shoulder with a sickening sound. Then I dropped the screaming man to the floor and calmly stepped over him.
“Right, so as I was saying…I am interested in a trade…no?” I said as another man in coveralls, suddenly stepped towards me, this time grabbing a knife that was amongst the tools and also…was that an apple he’d been cutting?
He then looked up at his boss who folded his arms and nodded, obviously giving him the go ahead to stab me, presumably to death. Well, this should be fun, I thought with another tiresome eyeroll.
“Well, whatcha gonna do with that, grease monkey, bore me to death whilst I wait for you to get permission from daddy up there?” I taunted knowing that this was also a technique to use, as anger often made people slip up and act sloppy.
Some of the guys grunted a laugh and muttered about how ‘this bitch’ was going down. But a quick glance up at the big boss man and he seemed somewhat intrigued as to how this would go. Well, maybe putting his boys on the floor would be the start of good business. I mean jeez, I worked in a freaking museum, so what did I know, maybe this was like the initiation process or something. I mean come on, what was next for me after this, watching Pink Panther movies and training to become an international jewel thief? Oh, how my resume was certainly looking more colourful by the day.
Grease Monkey came at me and I instantly grabbed his wrist, twisting slightly as I tugged it down against his torso, then as I turned the blade back on himself, I thrust up after stepping into him. This move ended how I’d anticipated as it stabbed up into his balls, making him actually scream like a little girl. I even heard the collective hisses of imagined pain from the other three as they watched their colleague drop to the floor and more than likely no longer be able to father children. Which from the looks of him, was me probably doing the world a favour by not allowing him to add anything to the gene pool of life. Dude could have eaten corn through a picket fence after first scaring away the sheep!
“Holy shit!” one guy muttered under his breath making me smirk as I winked at him. This was after I had pointed the end of my now bloody blade at him, scanning the tip down the length of him until it ended at his meat and two veg…my guess, they were now the size of sprouts after just witnessing what happened to his friend.
Hell, for all I knew they could have just jumped back up inside his body to hide until this shit was over with. And from the looks of things, shit was far from over as I was left with three guys who all looked like thug extras from some old James Bond movie…seriously, was that actually a black turtleneck I saw beneath the cheap leather jacket?
“Anyone else wanna go, or you done with me breaking people yet and finally want to do a deal?” I asked, only looking up at the boss at the end. But then he scoffed, snapping,
“Tommy, you’re up!” The biggest guy at the back then came forward and looked ready to go as if he was going to enjoy trying to kill me. Especially as he picked up a heavy looking tyre iron and started testing its weight by letting it fall a few times in the palm of his free hand. I gave him a wry look, tilted my head and said,
“Really, is that supposed to intimidate me or something…you see that in a movie, sweetheart?” I mocked this last part in an overly girly voice making him sneer at me in anger now aiming it high and hoping to hit me over the head with it, using his added height to do so. Well, lucky for me, I still had my knife, however, not so much for him.
“Time to crack your skull, bitch!” he snarled.
“Seriously, do you guys not know anything else to call a woman kicking your ass?” I asked before I pivoted my body, minimizing the surface of my body as I was trained to do in case a blow managed to get through my defense. I also needed to put myself out of his reach in case he grabbed hold of me to try and keep me trapped to the oncoming blows.
It was strange, how the moves seemed ingrained in my brain. As if I didn’t even need to think about it, almost like breathing, it just came natural to me. Which was good because in fluid movements that barely even registered to my attacker, I delivered what could easily be considered as one of my most brutal attacks yet…well, other than the pencil in the brain thing.
I stepped inside the arch of his longer weapon as the attack came down from above, to strike out first before he could hit me with it. I sliced my blade down the inside of his elbow against the muscle that effectively took away his ability to grip the tyre iron. Then, I instantly put my arm up to block, with my palm facing me, which was another instinct kicking in. One done to protect my own vital parts of my arm, like my arteries and veins on my wrist.
Blood burst all over the sleeve of my jacket, coming from the deep slice I made to the inside of his arm before I thrust up and stabbed the blade into his armpit. This was to hit at the nerves there that prevented his brain telling his arm what to do…now his limb was mine. Oh, and how he was about to know it.
But before he could even think too long on that particular ouchy, I turned my hand, putting my palm to his forearm. I did this so I could push his damaged arm down in front of his body and at the same time sliced up with my knife, cutting out from his armpit and straight through the top of his bicep with a sickening sound. This ended up severing his nerves completely, rendering his arm pretty much useless and in desperate need of medical attention before he bled to death.
“AAAHHHH!” he screamed after the mere seconds it took me to complete this brutal move as he dropped to the floor right after the tyre iron did, its clatter drowned out by the sound of sheer agony.
But after this I felt the gun being snatched from my waistband and held against my head.
“Drop the blade and turn around slowly!” he shouted making me stretch a hand out, making a point of dropping the blade with a clatter on the oil stained concrete floor. Then I turned around slowly and faced the last two guys.
“Try dodging this, bitch!” he said with a snicker that didn’t last long as he pulled the trigger, no doubt wondering why he didn’t see a bullet redecorating my face red. Instead, I cocked my head to the side and looked around the barrel of the gun and smiled.