Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Crunch

Melissa showed up at my home the other night bruised and battered. I asked her who had done this to her. She responded by saying it was a proxy. Someone who wanted to intimidate her back into the service of the faceless one. I gave her my first aid kit and asked her for a description.

He was traveling with two women and was wearing a green sweatshirt with an operator symbol stitched onto the back and shoulders. Typical. I asked her where she had been when it happened. She told me and then told me she had given him a slit lip and a black eye fighting back. Then, much to her protests, I left and followed their footsteps.

I used to be a hunter you know? Its just what we had to do to survive. So finding a man laughing loudly with a split lip and black eye and two women was not hard. On the way I grabbed a claw hammer from a construction sight and followed them till they turned a corner. When I looked he was in an alley way harassing someone else.

I grabbed one of the women and threw her into a dumpster and shut it. The other scampered away. He turned too look at me but I grabbed him by his hood and made him. Before he could react, I pinned his hand onto the wall and smashed his thumb with the hammer.


He let out a yell and I moved onto his index finger.


Then after that each of his other fingers until they were twisted and deformed.

A break. A snap. A wet crack.

He was whimpering when I flipped the hammer in my hand so I was holding the head in my hand and I smashed it into his face then grabbed his jaw. I drew close and muttered to him.

"You go near the delivery girl again..." and I held up the claw end so he could see it clearly. "I'll take out each of your eyes with this."

Then I hit him again with the blunt end and then left the alley way. I've never felt so livid in my life. Not even when I was wronged in the past did I feel that angry. It felt good though, to make sure Melissa would be safe from at least one more person.

I understand that proxies are not normally this brutal but he was a thug and someone needed to silence him. He came near my friend so he had to pay the price. I hope any, proxy or not, understand that.

If not. Just take a look at that man's fingers.

They look like a piece of modern sculpture now.

Melissa is fine now though. Just a few bumps and bruises that were easily remedied with some band-aids and aspirin as well as some slightly burnt cookies. She seemed grateful despite that. And I was mostly happy to see the smile on her face return.

Anyways, as always.

Carry on.



  1. Um. Miss?
    Perhaps that was a little bit of an overreaction, dear...

  2. Ah... yes looking back on it I do feel guilty about it.

    I'm sorry, Jessie. I just got so angry when I saw Melissa.

    I am stupid occasionally.

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  5. Ummm Miss please don't do that to me when I head down to New york. Other then that I rather agree with these actions.

    Third times the charm

  6. Oh, darling. Of course not. I could never hurt you.

    And now I must wonder what you said in those other comments.

    All of my thoughts turn to dirty phrases.

  7. Ok so when I bend you over the counter....wait pms were invented for a reason...fnfgn fpeujnf fucking whiskey


    Oh goodness

    Oh I knew I liked you for a reason.


  9. Do You like me or do you love my cock.

    Man Maybdsdjjjxz I should stop drinking

  10. Now who ever said I couldn't do both of those things.

    And also use both connotations of that sentence? Both the ordinary and dirty one?

    No one.

    So I'm going to enjoy your personality as well as your physical attributes. ;)

  11. Oh you are a delightful little creature, darling. <3 Marry me?

  12. So long as I can have flowers in my hair at the wedding.


  13. But of course! Only the best!

  14. IT WAS NOT an overreaction. I only wish I had been there to witness it...