Deciding to play along with his little game, she raised her hands up and said, “I'm just trying to get away from those rampaging men out there. They’re doing no good.”
Old scar-face smile again. “Well, you don't have to run now 'cause you found a new friend.”
Blu thought, oh, here we go!
“You're awful weird looking, lady," he added. "All those piercings and tattoos, I see those on yer face and neck. Ha ha, take off that cloak and hood so I can see you better. Do it or I will shoot you in the leg!”
Blu pulled her hood back. “Haaaah," blurted the man, "your head is colored blue! I bet you like being different, don't you?”
Blu took a deep breath and replied, “I guess we're all different in our own little way, right? I mean, look at you, scar-face.”
He got a little pissed off at that statement. “What do you mean, look at me, you stinkin' bitch? You're going to be looking at me a whole lot more as I bash your head against the wall and fuck you from the backside.”
“In your dreams!” Blu shouted back at him.
As she slowly approached him, he nervously raised the gun higher and pointed it straight at her.
“Even if you were the last man on Earth," Blu explained, "I would still never touch you.” Scar man was livid. As she came closer, he swung the gun at her face. Blu realized he had no bullets, so no shots were going to be fired.
Blu ducked under his swing to the left side and simultaneously drove her right knee straight up into his liver section. He buckled hard and cried out in pain. She could have made a run for it at that moment, but she wanted more, so much more; she wanted to whip this sissy’s ass.
As he recovered, he turned to face Blu and spat at her. “I'm going to rip you in half! I'm going to tear those lips piercings right off your face!”
Blu obediently raised both hands, showing she was about to calm down; she was faking it, of course. He came at her and tried to right punch her square in the face. She dodged to her right while grabbing his wrist and then kicked him in the balls with a rising shinbone hit. Spinning around, she jumped up with an elbow slammer and smashed him right in his face.
He fell to the ground, almost out. She was ready to leave, but not before she kicked him in the head for good measure. His bloody face lay prone on the street now. He was moaning something, but it did not matter.
Blu left him and sped off down the street.
“You’re a bitch!” he yelled after her.
Blu turned and looked back at him. “This guy just will not die,” she said out loud. “What the hell…what's a few more moments.” She ran back at him, picking up speed as she got closer and closer. He was back to his knees now, uglier than before.
Just as the sky captain reached him, she stepped forward with her left foot, spun around while jumping in the air and with a right heel kick, she lambasted the urchin in his nose, sending him tumbling and spinning until he landed again on the ground. He now had more teeth missing and a nose that was up by his ear.
She said to herself out loud again, “Nobody calls me a bitch twice and gets away with it.”
Chapter Thirteen
Blu would stay on the building as a lookout as the other women went down below into the streets. Raegan gave quick instructions. “First things first, we take out their sentries, and several appear to be around as noted from Blu.” The other sisters nodded as if they liked the idea.
“Once we get them taken care of, we save the people about to be hung or executed and rescue the women who are set to be taken as slaves or prisoners. I don't even want to think about what those men are thinking about doing to those young girls.”
Blu took a watchful eye up top now, hunkering down and placing a long laser rifle in position on the rooftop, just in case.
“At first, we split up. Blu shall stay up on this roof for a full view in case anything goes wrong. Myself, Chaya, and Zaey will go to the left of the city, Sinaye and Jansa, you two head right. Don’t show yourselves to any large groups out there and keep a low profile until your side guards are all taken down.”
Sinaye and Jansa were first to the street and eventually came across a guard watching the west side entrance to the city square. Blu had mapped out all she had seen, which turned out to be extremely helpful.
“You are the decoy this time,” Sinaye said to Jansa with a grin.
Jansa smirked back at her. “Alright, I'll do it. But just for you, my lil kid sister…who’s afraid.” Sinaye frowned and shook her head. Jansa then ruffled her curly blond hair, handed her weapons to Sinaye, and started limping out into the street.
The guard immediately hollered out at her, “What in the world are you doing out here? Such a very attractive woman walking so slowly. Come here, right now!”
Jansa explained, “I got attacked and I lost my way. There's a group of us just around the corner. I have a few other friends.”
The guard, wearing a blue bandana over his mostly shaved head, carried a rifle and sword at his hip. He seemed puzzled, but interested nonetheless.
Jansa, still faking her limp, slowly moved towards him. As she got in front of him, he brushed her hair away from the front of her face and said, “Damn, you're a good-looking woman. I don't even know if I want to bring you back with the rest of our sex slaves.” He laughed at his own words. “I kind of want to keep you for myself.”
Jansa replied in a soft voice, “I don't want to be a sex slave. What about my other friends, can't we come up with a different arrangement?”
The guy put his gun down and licked his lips. “Maybe we can figure something out right now," he told the woman before him as he looked her up and down.
That's when Sinaye drove a thick bowie knife into the side of his neck. Jansa looked at him and asked, “Was that the kind of fun you were thinking of?” The guard gurgled something as blood oozed from his mouth. Jansa again asked, “What was that?” She then tripped his feet out from under him and bashed his face in with her fist.
Sinaye’s eyes got wider. “Ouch! Was that really necessary? He was already almost dead,” she said. Doctor Jansa waved her sister down another street way.
Raegan, Zaey, and Chaya went east down several streets until they came in on the first sentry noted by Blu on the outskirts of the city square. He was a black fellow and was not paying all that much attention as he lounged on the hood of a broken-down car. He didn't even have his rifle in hand; it was leaning beside him on the window. None of the women wanted to make any noise that might alert the other members of this group, so a quick plan was set in motion.
Zaey would run by him, and Chaya would give chase like she was mad and grab Zaey so that the guard would see it all unfold down the street before him.
The petite Australian gave Chaya a little smile and said, “Catch me if you can." She then bolted towards the guard. The guy snapped to attention as soon as he saw them rush by.
He grabbed his rifle and looked at the women, yelling out, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Chaya turned back stating, “Help me catch her, she’s a rotten thief!” She then grabbed Zaey by the hair and the two began a fake fight.
The black fellow, who was not overly tall yet fairly rugged-looking with leather clothes and a dark beard, immediately marched towards them.
Raegan came up behind him with a short knife and plunged it into his liver. As she twisted it about, he turned and tried to smack her in the head with his rifle.
She deflected his swing and grabbed his wrist, twisting the weapon free.
He struggled with his wound, but still came at her with force.
Raegan drove a spearing elbow into his face as he reached for her, then swept his feet out from under him with a slashing judo-like throw.
Now down on the ground with a knife embedded in his liver, he mumbled something, but neither of the three women knew what he was saying. Chaya looked to her friends. “Now what do we do with him?”
Raegan
lifted her hands up and replied, “They’re killing people. They're taking young girls as sex slaves and taking any weapons they can find from people that need them to survive. I'm sure they're taking more than that, including food, too.”
Taking out a smaller knife, Raegan peered up as she crouched low by the guard. “Zaey, what would you do?”
“The punishment has to fit the crime, or he will come for us next chance he gets,” Zaey replied.
Raegan slit his throat and instructed they move on.
The next sentry for Jansa and Sinaye was perched up high on a walkway around a broken-down building. They had to come up with a plan to somehow get him to come down or climb up there and get him. If they shot at him, they just might alert the entire posse of guys.
The women discussed their plan in private and made their way to the other side of the building that he was on. They decided they would make their way up inside, if possible, and get as close as they could to draw his attention away from the window.
Jansa tapped Sinaye on the shoulder as they slowly ascended the stairs leading up to his second-floor location. They entered a first-floor area to set their plan in motion.
“I guess it's your turn now. Stick your head out of the window over there, look up, and get him to come down to this level,” said Jansa.
Sinaye was not so sure he would answer her call. “You think that’s gonna work?” she asked her sister.
Jansa grinned. "Figure out a way to make him want to…I bet I could come up with one.” Sinaye smirked again. “Adjust your top, you won’t have to fix it much…show him some cleavage!”
Sinaye gave her sister a silly look. “What am I supposed to say?”
Jansa was moving to another room to figure out her plan to attack the guy when he eventually showed up. “I’m sure you can figure something out. I'm sure it won't take much…say something scientific or whatever.”
Putting her upper body out the building to make sure the guy could have a good view of her assets from above, Sinaye yelled up, “Sir, can you help me? I'm stuck in the building…I can’t get out.” Seeing him staring down, she pulled back into the building and disappeared from his view.
She waited a moment and did it again. This time, he was paying full attention to the well-built woman down below. “Hey, mister, did you hear me? I'm stuck in this building and I can't get out! Could I get some help?”
The guy was dressed in camouflage clothing and had a tan bandana around his neck; he was a white guy, and he held a rifle in his hand with a load of bullets strung around his chest and shoulders. He waited for a moment, but the woman did not reappear again. Since the posse had arrived, he'd not really spotted anything in quite a while. Anyone who had put up a resistance was shot down or taken as a prisoner to show an example for those who might try to resist this decent sized, well-armed group of his. He decided he had to get down there and see this girl. He was thinking with his head, well, perhaps a different head, but a head all the same.
Climbing down and eventually making his way into the building, both Jansa and Sinaye were at the ready as he made his way up the stairs and into their first-floor room.
Cautious to say the least, his gun entered the room before he did.
Once inside, he was pretty impressed with what he saw; she was a raven-haired beauty with a killer body, and she appeared to be somewhat stuck with a metal desk over her leg. Momentarily baffled at how she was able to climb out the window to call for him while attached to a desk, he lost his train of thought as she started once again to ask for assistance.
“Can you help me? I've broken my leg and been lying here for quite a while. I've tried getting free but can’t do it myself.”
He was no fool. At least, he thought he was no fool, so instead of just going right to the girl who needed help, he slowly moved sideways while keeping an eye behind him and looking in all directions.
Sinaye called out to him, “What are you worried about? There's no one in here but me. Come here, stop fooling around."
That's when he paused, knowing something didn't feel right about the situation. Jansa then called out, “Something’s funny here…hey, hey! I am over here.” He spun about and found himself looking at the new person.
Sinaye then pulled out her laser pistol and shot him three times in the back of his head. Luckily, the sound was somewhat covered inside the building as he dropped like a sack of potatoes onto the floor.
***
The last sentry Raegan and the others set out to find had evidently moved from his post, so they headed more towards the center, approaching the main region where the posse had their prisoners held. Sinaye and Jansa also made their way more central, and the teams were now across from each other as they watched the on goings before them.
The men were lingering about with a few hard-nosed gals who appeared to be working with them as well. The leader, a man with a red beret, barked out his instructions to his crew while smoking a fat cigar.
Chaya immediately recognized him from the posse on the train; he had attacked her and most likely killed the young child there. She wanted nothing more than to end his life herself; he'd already had one chance, so there wouldn't be any second chances this time.
She turned to her sisters. “I know that guy. He’s a no-good-son of a you know what.” The women watched as the men, who Zaey had counted at about at least twenty, moved about or stood watch.
A few were setting nooses around the necks of men and women that resisted their searches and demands, while at the same time in another section on a raised stone platform where maybe a statue once stood, several young girls were tied together as prisoners. All of the men were ruffians and armed.
This would be a very dangerous and serious fight if it got that far. Raegan contemplated how best to go about it; she saw her fellow sisters across the way now and felt slightly more at ease.
She texted Jansa and Sinaye telling them to hold up for the moment. There would be no choice. If saving people here was their goal; they would have to fight.
Raegan contemplated the situation, and finally her mind was made up. Before she could do any more, a posse of men brandishing rifles suddenly came out from behind her, Chaya, and Zaey. “Don't move," one of them said. "We will kill you on the spot, slowly. Walk forward now, girls.” Each woman looked to one another as they all walked on as instructed. The ladies were marched to the main area, each man behind them keeping some distance so as to be ready to fire at any time. The guy in the red beret yelled out when he saw them approaching. “Hey, look what we got over here! We got some heroes, and, well, darn hot looking chicks by the looks of it.”
All the men in the group turned their attention to the three ladies walking forward.
Jansa and Sinaye on the other side of the square saw what had occurred. They paused as they tried to figure out what was going on.
The leader walked over to the young women that were all tied on the raised stone nearby and waved the newcomers on. “Perhaps we have some new recruits here, boys.”
Jansa could wait no longer. It was becoming too dangerous for her three sisters; they could easily be shot dead at any moment to show an example to any of the others thinking about resisting. She called out in her loudest voice, “We have you surrounded!” It drew the attention of the entire posse, but it did not deter the plan of Gordo, their leader. He threw his cigar to the ground, pointed his rifle at all the tied-up girls and stated, “Today’s a fun day, all of you. If you make even one move against us, I will shoot down every single one of these ladies, and believe me, my men will be very pissed off 'cause they're all sweet, youthful little numbers and we got big plans for them." He smiled broadly and added, “Do you get my drift?”
He then fidgeted with his long, dark mustache, spinning about to face Raegan, Zaey, and Chaya and added, “I'll do it right now. So how about it, ladies? Throw down your weapons and tell all your lady friends to come out of their hiding spots so we can at least hav
e a civil conversation here.”
There was no way in heck that Raegan was going to tell everyone to throw down their weapons. Each of the girls had pistols in their hands, yet the situation was a tough one. However, she did not want to see a group of maybe eight girls shot down. She looked at Gordo. “I'm not having all my friends come out, and believe me, there's a lot more of us than there are of you,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“If it makes you happy," she yelled over to the other side of the city square. “Hey, a few more of you step out, it’s okay.”
Sinaye and Jansa heard her call and although they weren't overly sure of the plan, each came forward, ready and armed. The sisters all stood before the posse, and of course, the men looked them up and down while seeming very impressed. These women were not your average types; they were fit, in shape, good looking, and obviously heavily armed. It was a bit odd to say the very least. All wondered who these women were.
Red hat scratched his chin and grinned a snarly face over at the two new arrivals. Then he spun about to take a closer look at the other girls across the way.
“Wait a minute. I happen to know one of you…the one with the diamond studs all about her cheeks. Well, well, so we meet again,” he said. The Mystical Slayer did all she could to hold back. She wanted to charge at him and rip his face off. Gordo then instructed for one particular man to come forward to speak with the woman. He was a bit more handsome and better groomed compared to the others, and his skin was black as coal. He had the greenest of eyes, but his eyes were not normal; they were glowing.
Sinaye immediately pointed out to the others that he was definitely not human. Gordo displayed a cocky grin on his face upon hearing the scientist yell out such a true statement.
Gordo adjusted his red cap. “Meet David. David is a smart cookie, and we're going to ask David who you people really are,” he announced.
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