Blue Plague Survival

by Watson, Thomas A

  One of the troopers ran toward Debbie, pulling out his baton, as Carla fell to the ground but Jake cut him off. Seeing movement, the trooper raised the baton swinging it at Jake’s head. Jake blocked the blow with his left hand as he grabbed the officer’s wrist and struck out with his right hit the officer in the throat. Then Jake brought his right hand back, still holding the troopers wrist. Jake brought up his right palm hitting the elbow, pushing through it. The officer dropped the baton screaming as his elbow crunched, bending ninety degrees the wrong way. Then Jake jumped up into the air and struck out with the side of his right foot, hitting the officer above his right knee. As Jake’s body weight came down, the force of impact caused the end of the femur to snap. Still holding the broken arm, Jake let the officer go. As he fell to the ground Jake yelled, “That’s my Mama, bitch boy!”

  The remaining officer started moving to assist his buddy when Jake caught the first one’s wrist. Steve was on him before he even got close. Snapping out his right foot, Steve caught the officer in the gut, bending him over. Steve brought his right leg back, jumped up with a left snap kick that caught the officer in the face with Steve’s steel toed combat boots. The officers head snapped back leaving an arc of blood in its wake. The officer threw out his arms to try to get his balance but Steve grabbed his right arm pulling the officer toward him. Steve punched the officer above the bicep, breaking the end of his humerus. Steve stepped back as the officer hit the ground.

  Jake and Steve had put both officers down in less than fifteen seconds. They both turned to check on their Mama and saw her on top of Carla, beating the ever loving shit out of her.

  Debbie was not slapping or pulling hair. She was punching Carla in the face alternating with dropping elbows. Then Debbie would do a hand stand bringing her knees into Carla’s stomach, Debbie was still screaming obscenities at her as she monkey stomped her ass. Carla was begging and pleading for her to stop. Nancy ran over trying to pull Debbie off of Carla yelling, “Damn it Debbie stop, I want a piece of this bitch’s ass too.”

  Speechless, Bruce was just gawking at his family dish out a major ass whooping. Feeling left out he turned to Mitch. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Danny in a dead run jump into the air, lean back parallel to the ground, kicking out with both feet at the same time, in a text book drop kick.

  Mitch turned just in time to catch both booted feet to his face, sending him flying. Unlike the gimp, Mitch was a big man of six foot two and pushing two hundred and sixty pounds. Granted most was flab, it was still weight. Danny did not sail through the kick but stopped at the point of impact hitting the ground in a roll and sprang to her feet.

  To Bruce’s surprise, Mitch also rolled to his feet, just as Danny charged. Mitch swung a wide right hook that Danny ducked easily. Then she jumped up, extending her right arm in an open palm punch, which caught Mitch square on the nose sending him backwards.

  Bruce heard a yell from his side, “Don’t you fucking touch her.”

  Before Bruce could turn to find who said it, Matt flew by him in midair. He was spinning in a flying round house kick. Matt’s heel hit Mitch in the chest and those closest to the fight heard ribs crack. Mitch landed on his back as Matt landed on his feet. Then Matt took two running steps, leaping into the air again toward Mitch. Matt was already on his decent with his knees pointed down when Mitch saw him. Matt’s knees hit him in the lower rib cage breaking more ribs. Matt then rolled over Mitch’s head to his feet. As Matt was readying his next assault an unsuppressed gun shot went off behind Bruce.

  Dropping down, Bruce pulled his pistol. Rolling his body to the threat, as he aimed his pistol, he found Mike holding his pistol in the air with his right hand. The suppressor was in the other.

  “I think they have had enough,” Mike told the family.

  “Bullshit! This bitch still has to deal with me,” Nancy yelled at him. She had finally pulled Debbie off so she could get a piece of Carla’s ass.

  “Baby-,” Mike started.

  “Don’t you fucking baby me! This bitch wanted to throw me out of my house and my room. Debbie wouldn’t get out of the way so I could beat this bitches ass,” Nancy screamed at him.

  Mike just looked at his wife, as everyone else did. No one had heard one word she said. All they could hear was a banshee scream. They all knew Nancy wanted to do something to Carla, just from the expression on her face and the screaming, but what they had no idea. When Nancy let Debbie go, to scream at Mike, she dropped back down hitting Carla. She was showing everyone what a monkey stomping was about.

  Nancy looked at Mike and in a flat voice said, “Torture this bitch.” Debbie finally quit hitting Carla when she heard Nancy, say that. Then Debbie stood up by Nancy as she tried to catch her breath.

  Mike looked at Nancy, frowning, “Nancy that’s enough.”

  Before Mike could say anything else Nancy cut him off in a calm voice, “I’m going to tell you something Mike and I’m going to use little words, so even a man can understand. You don’t come to a woman’s home and tell her you’re throwing her and her family out. Then go sleep in her bed. Especially when those women have let their families risk their lives to help others. I don’t care if something happens to me but if something happens to the kids or you, I know I’ll die. When this started, I wanted to close that gate, build a moat and just stay right here until the earth stopped turning.”

  “You and Bruce brought others here with you which, I do see it’s the right thing to do now. There are good people out there and they do need our help. But, for one of those people that we have risked our families lives rescuing, open up our home to them, offering what we have to them, to then come here threatening to throw us off this land or execute us, after what we have done is wrong. I believe that’s just too much for Debbie and me to swallow. But, it’s not just our house anymore. Look at these other women, it’s their home now also and this bitch wanted to throw us out of it,” Nancy finished in a scream as Mike walked to her.

  Nancy paused for Mike to process what she had said then continued speaking calmly again, “For a woman to do that makes it even worse. Now this bitch is going to suffer, then I will drag a knife across her throat and feed her to the gators. I want this bitch raped, stabbed, burnt, skinned and beaten. You can use a stick to rape her, I don’t care. But, help me do it,” Nancy again ended in a scream.

  Bruce looked around at the clan as they watched the exchange. Then Bruce noticed women coming to stand by Nancy and Debbie. A few even kicked Carla as they walked by her as she lay on the ground crying. Grinning, Bruce thought to himself. ‘Don’t fuck with a woman’s family or her house. She will get seriously medieval on your ass.’

  Mike just gazed at Nancy with a bewildered expression, not knowing what to do. His wife had just asked him to rape, beat, stab and burn a woman. Not to mention, that woman had already been monkey stomped by Debbie. Yanking her knife off her vest, Nancy snarled, “Fuck it, I’ll do it by myself.”

  “I’ll help,” Debbie told Nancy turning toward Carla. Bruce heard several other women saying, “Me too”. “Grab her arms,” one said as the women started pinning Carla down.

  Seeing it go far enough, Bruce took a deep breath and yelled, “HEY!” It was not a scream, but a loud deep throated bellow. Everyone recoiled from the sound. Several of the women who were holding Carla fell backwards on the ground. Even Debbie and Nancy jumped in the air and Nancy’s knife hit the ground. They all turned as Bruce calmly strode over toward them. All of the women backed far away from Carla. Seeing, Bruce still had that evil grin, with an expression that held no emotion. His eyes are what scared them the most. They were the eyes of a predator that did not have a problem killing.

  Nancy and Debbie never took a step back. They had no fear of Bruce, but his expression did make the anger leave their bodies. Reaching them, Bruce stopped in front of the wives and just studied them.

  Looking at them, Bruce could see in their eyes, they were almost on the wave, but were not enjoying the
edge of the rush. They were only running on the anger. They only wanted to use the anger to hurt, to ease their fears, not hold on to it and distance themselves. It was only a target. They could not focus the rage onto a target and feel it coarse through their veins. Anger built and unleashed the rage but you couldn’t hold on to the anger. Anger would just burn you out. With the rage unleashed, there were only targets to be dealt with as you rode the wave. No pleasure or remorse when the target was dealt with. You just moved through it, riding the wave. Feeling the rage course through you was ecstasy, the peak of the wave.

  Looking at Bruce, Nancy cautioned, “Don’t try to stop me Bruce.”

  “Oh, I am going to stop both of you. Not to save the whore, but because I love you,” Bruce told her, still no emotion showed on his face.

  “Y-You-you have no right to stop me,” Nancy stuttered as Mike walked up beside her.

  “Yes I do,” Bruce told her. Then Bruce leaned forward and said, “You don’t know how to ride the wave.”

  Debbie gasped taking a step back. Nancy just looked at Bruce as a chill passed over her body. Then Bruce spoke again. “Don’t get me wrong, if I thought you could ride the wave. I’d let you cut this bitch to pieces. But, you’ll feel guilty about it tomorrow and the rest of your life,” Bruce told her then turned to Debbie, “You would too.”

  “It would eat at your soul, making ya feel guilty. You would remember the screams of this bitch because, you don’t understand. Targets don’t scream. There’s nothing but a target on the ground there. If Mike would’ve come over here and helped ya, you would’ve felt worse. Let me tell you something, he would have done it to, because he loves you that much. His soul and heart would die, but he would do it for you. All of you would start to question your actions and sooner or later, that would cause the death of one of the family,” Bruce told the three standing in front of him.

  “Me on the other hand, could do inquisition style torture to this piece of shit and never bat an eyelash or lose sleep. It’s only a target, no guilt or remorse. Deal with your target then move to the next one. But I won’t yet. Because y’all would feel guilty, you’d convince yourself that you were the cause of it. The only thing that can crash the wave is by hurting one you love, someone that has a piece of your heart, a teammate. That’s why I won’t do what you asked, because it would hurt all of you. When the wave crashed on me the pain would be unbearable. You can use hate to ride but the same thing happens. Then you have to live in the hate,” Bruce looked up closing his eyes before speaking again. “It’s a rush, let me tell you and you don’t want it to end, no drug can compare to it. But when you hurt one that you love, your teammates, the wave turns on you because you are killing a piece of yourself. I’m not going to kill them even though I want to now but a lesson is called for,” Bruce lowered his head with his eyes still closed. His breathing was getting harder.

  If Bruce had been looking at Debbie he would have seen tears running down her face. Debbie had never seen him on the wave, he had told her about. She had only seen what it did to him afterwards while he was in the Army. He always wanted to go back out on missions, volunteering for anything dangerous to do. Bruce had a kind heart and the wave was killing it in her eyes. Mesmerized, Debbie could see it on his face now and in his breathing. He was bottling up the rage inside to ride the wave.

  Snapping his eyes open, Bruce made the three to jump back. Then with a drill sergeants voice and attitude he started barking orders out. “I want every list completed in thirty minutes and I had damn well better be able to read them. Angela, make sure everyone has their sleeping assignments. Alex, get some duct tape and boards then put splints on the two little pussies over there crying. They are not to get any pain medication for any reason. Jake and Steve, tie up Mitch, drag him by Carla, then do what you were told. It is now 1800 or 6 o’clock for those that can’t tell time. I want every man, woman and child showered and in the bed by 2030 or 8:30 for those of you who are special. Wake up will be 0500, I will let you guess when that is. I want Mike, Debbie, Angela, Alex, Nancy, Jake, Stephanie, Bill, Paul and Cheryl at the kitchen table at 2030 to go over tomorrow’s schedule. Danny and Buffy, get the twins and PJ upstairs washed and in the bed. Gimp, get over here now. Now move like you have a purpose people or I will move you,” Bruce finished with his voice still echoing off the buildings.

  People took off in every direction not wanting to face the wrath of the evil Mr. Clean. Most of the lists were completed in fifteen minutes, with some of the finest penmanship ever seen. People jumped in showers scrubbing down real fast and then ran naked past those in line for the shower. They dried off, heading to where they were sleeping. One of the new soldiers just washed under a water hose outside, then ran to his sleeping area. The gimp ran over to Bruce falling to his knees, hoping not to feel the pain again. Only three people did not move Debbie, Nancy and Mike.

  “Move,” Bruce told them stepping forward as they parted.

  Bruce kneeled beside Carla who was curled into a ball on her side crying. Jake and Steve moved Mitch where they were told and took off. Never looking up at them and with a gentle voice, Bruce asked Carla as he gently stroked her arm, “Are you in a lot of pain?”

  “Yes, it hurts. Please no more. I’m sorry,” she said crying.

  “My wife only hurt you a little bit. The pain I was going to put you through would’ve been bad but you would’ve survived,” Bruce told his target in a soft voice still caressing Carla’s arm. Reaching down, Bruce pulled his sheath knife from his boot, laying it flat on Carla’s arm. When she felt the knife on her arm, her body became rigid.

  Moving his hand up to her head, Bruce started stroking Carla’s hair. Speaking in a soothing voice Bruce told her, “You brought out something in the people I love that they were not ready for. Now, I have to give you pain that you’ll not believe. See what you have brought on yourself. Even now, I can’t do what I really want to do, because they would feel guilty about it.” Carla started crying again.

  “Stop crying right now,” Bruce snapped grabbing a hand full of her hair yanking her head up. The three spectators jumped with the sudden change. The gimp was still kneeling with his head down not making a sound. Carla stopped crying out of fear. Letting her hair go, Bruce started talking to her again in a soft voice, “See you can listen, now remember that lesson, when the pain starts. Now lay on your back with your arms and legs straight.”

  “Please don’t, I will leave but don’t do anything else t-,” Carla started to beg as Bruce hit her in the back. Then he started raining down finger strikes over her body till she rolled on her back. Bruce then grabbed her throat and held the knife over her face.

  “See what you made me do to you?” Bruce asked her calmly smiling. “Targets don’t talk. They only do what they are told. You are a target, you have no name and your only purpose is to be knocked down.” Carla wanted to scream and cry but she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to raise her arms but they were numb and wouldn’t move. She wanted to beg the wives to get Bruce to stop but all she could do was nod her head looking at the knife.

  Relaxing the hand over her throat, Bruce continued holding the knife over her face. Bruce lowered the point of the knife over her right eye and she closed her eyes. “If you don’t open your eyes, I will cut off your eye lids off. But I promise I won’t hurt your eyes when I do it. I have so much to show you,” Bruce told her leaning over her face as Carla opened her eyes.

  “You’re listening that’s good, now lay flat on you back like you were told,” Bruce told her and Carla rolled on her back laying completely flat. Bruce leaned over her, his face only inches from hers. Bruce closed his eyes his breath washing over Carla’s face as he breathed though his nose and out his mouth. “You feel that? That’s the fear and pain in your soul and it carries your thoughts to me. You want to beg my wife for me to stop. You want to beg for forgiveness. It’s intoxicating,” Bruce opened his eyes looking at a shocked and frightened face. Carla’s face was covered in blood and Br
uce stuck out his tongue licking her from chin to forehead. Carla never moved as he finished then Bruce lowered his head to her neck breathing deeply through his nose again.

  “I can feel, taste and smell the fear and pain in your body and it’s great,” Bruce said sitting up on his knees then standing up. Bruce looked down at Carla as she just waited to be told what to do. “Don’t move at all, no matter what you feel,” Bruce told her.

  Bruce leaned over dragging his knife across her clothes cutting them off and throwing them to the side. When he was finished the only thing Carla still had on, was her loafers. Bruce looked down at Carla seeing little strips of blood where the knife had nicked her but she had never moved. For an older woman she looked pretty good. Bruce could see where she had gotten a face lift and breast implants, on the tone body. Granted, it was covered in bruises from Debbie beating the shit out of her. Then with a flash of movement, Bruce stomped on her stomach. When she tried to turn over he kicked her in the back.

  “I didn’t tell you to move. Targets do what they’re told,” Bruce told her and Carla made herself lay flat even as the pain threatened to make her pass out. “I’m not crazy and don’t think that again,” Bruce told her. Carla jerked her head over looking at him in abstract fear. Dropping to his knees beside her, Bruce put the knife under her right breast. “If I was crazy I’d cut your tit off and make you lick it wouldn’t I?” Bruce asked her and Carla just nodded her head. “Am I crazy?” Bruce asked her and she shook her head no. Bruce stood up rolling his head to the left and right, popping his neck. Looking behind him, Bruce saw the three just staring at him in shock.