Suburban Assault(Alex)
They were just cutting into their steaks when the first of what would be several sirens sped past the Minute Man Hotel Grande. Initially they paid no attention to the racket but when the sirens kept blaring by they began to grow anxious. After what was surely the fifth blast of a siren Alex put her fork and knife down and told Will that she wanted to get back to the neighborhood because she had a “bad feeling.” Will didn’t argue with her for he too felt trouble in the air. Signaling the waiter, they quickly retrieved their check without finishing the fine meal. Together they walked briskly through the grand lobby and quickly retrieved the car from the valet. Driving as fast as he legally could, Will took a direct route back to Nelly’s.
The scene that greeted them was like something out of a movie. The entire town was basked in an eerie orange glow from several fires throughout the area. Fire engines were set up at various spots with their crews trying to douse the flames. People were running through the streets screaming and crying. Those that refused to fall victim to the bullies bravely fought the assailants with whatever means necessary, be it guns, knives, clubs, or fists.
Alex told Will to drop her off at the Bed ‘n’ Breakfast so that she could get her stuff and he was to head on to his place to check on his mother and grab his weapons as well. “I can’t just leave you here,” he argued, concern forming lines across his brow.
“I may look fragile in this dress, but I promise you that I can take care of myself.” Reaching into one of her boots she retrieved a small knife. “Always be prepared.” Will shook his head, smiling at her “boy scout” attitude. Without further delay, the young man did as he was directed and left his date as soon as she shut the door to the vehicle.
Alex hiked up her dress and dashed up the steps to her room. Throwing open the door she retrieved the tattered green duffle bag from under the bed. With a speed that came from endless hours of practice, she donned her holster and sling, as an afterthought she grabbed the 30-30 and rushed back out the door.
She had just sprinted up the street to where Ran’s Bakery was when she encountered her first perpetrator to the mayhem. The greasy haired character was coming out of the alley where he had just finished starting a dumpster fire. Alex leveled the Winchester at him and without a word of warning fired a shot that left a gaping hole where his heart used to be. Cocking the gun she slowed her pace ready to be the hunter instead of the hunted.
With all of the noise around her she didn’t hear the man come up behind her grabbing her roughly by the shoulders. Bringing the butt of the 30-30 down she managed to blow out the low life’s knee cap. He fell over in pain his hands holding his wounded leg. In one fluent motion, Alex spun around and fired a bullet into the man’s head. Blood splattered across the bottom of her yellow satin evening gown. Cocking the gun once again she continued her hunt.
She had made her way to the next block without further incident and was relieved to see that the fire crews were doing an excellent job of saving the various shops. The police had finally showed up and with their presence, the ruffians seemed to be dispersing. Alex stood for a moment taking in the scene when without warning she was tackled from the side causing her to fall to the ground and dislocate her right shoulder. With her right arm pinned under her she fished for some kind of weapon with her left but her movement was hindered by the lug lying atop of her. The filthy swine rolled her over onto her back where she came face to face with the ugly brute. He was giving her a toothless smile and the smell of him made her gag.
“Hello, missy, come out to play with the boys have ya?” He made an effort to kiss her but having anticipated his move Alex jerked her head to the side causing the man to collide with the asphalt. This gave her just enough time to grab one of the six shooters.
Not waiting for his next move she stuck the barrel of the gun in his ribs. “Get off of me, you pig,” she spoke the words from behind clenched teeth. The grungy lout got slowly to his feet while the girl kept him covered with her gun. Once he was standing erect she fired two shots, one into his groin and the other into his gaping mouth.
Cradling her sore arm she strolled up the street to Al’s Diner where she found Sam, Will, and some of the other shopkeepers. Upon seeing her covered in blood and holding her arm, William rushed over to her. “Are you alright?” He put a protective arm around her and brought her over to a chair where he proceeded to look her over.
“I’m fine, just hurt my shoulder is all. The blood belongs to somebody else.” Surveying the street it was apparent that the perpetrators were gone but the havoc they had caused would take quite a clean up effort. Looking over at Sam she inquired as to what the town would do now.
“Rebuild, repaint, we’ll be fine. The important thing is that nobody was killed.” Nods of agreement went around. Too tired and stunned to talk, they sat there in silence watching the last of the fires being put out.
The scene that greeted them was like something out of a movie. The entire town was basked in an eerie orange glow from several fires throughout the area. Fire engines were set up at various spots with their crews trying to douse the flames. People were running through the streets screaming and crying. Those that refused to fall victim to the bullies bravely fought the assailants with whatever means necessary, be it guns, knives, clubs, or fists.
Alex told Will to drop her off at the Bed ‘n’ Breakfast so that she could get her stuff and he was to head on to his place to check on his mother and grab his weapons as well. “I can’t just leave you here,” he argued, concern forming lines across his brow.
“I may look fragile in this dress, but I promise you that I can take care of myself.” Reaching into one of her boots she retrieved a small knife. “Always be prepared.” Will shook his head, smiling at her “boy scout” attitude. Without further delay, the young man did as he was directed and left his date as soon as she shut the door to the vehicle.
Alex hiked up her dress and dashed up the steps to her room. Throwing open the door she retrieved the tattered green duffle bag from under the bed. With a speed that came from endless hours of practice, she donned her holster and sling, as an afterthought she grabbed the 30-30 and rushed back out the door.
She had just sprinted up the street to where Ran’s Bakery was when she encountered her first perpetrator to the mayhem. The greasy haired character was coming out of the alley where he had just finished starting a dumpster fire. Alex leveled the Winchester at him and without a word of warning fired a shot that left a gaping hole where his heart used to be. Cocking the gun she slowed her pace ready to be the hunter instead of the hunted.
With all of the noise around her she didn’t hear the man come up behind her grabbing her roughly by the shoulders. Bringing the butt of the 30-30 down she managed to blow out the low life’s knee cap. He fell over in pain his hands holding his wounded leg. In one fluent motion, Alex spun around and fired a bullet into the man’s head. Blood splattered across the bottom of her yellow satin evening gown. Cocking the gun once again she continued her hunt.
She had made her way to the next block without further incident and was relieved to see that the fire crews were doing an excellent job of saving the various shops. The police had finally showed up and with their presence, the ruffians seemed to be dispersing. Alex stood for a moment taking in the scene when without warning she was tackled from the side causing her to fall to the ground and dislocate her right shoulder. With her right arm pinned under her she fished for some kind of weapon with her left but her movement was hindered by the lug lying atop of her. The filthy swine rolled her over onto her back where she came face to face with the ugly brute. He was giving her a toothless smile and the smell of him made her gag.
“Hello, missy, come out to play with the boys have ya?” He made an effort to kiss her but having anticipated his move Alex jerked her head to the side causing the man to collide with the asphalt. This gave her just enough time to grab one of the six shooters.
Not waiting for his next move she stuck the barrel of the gun in his ribs. “Get off of me, you pig,” she spoke the words from behind clenched teeth. The grungy lout got slowly to his feet while the girl kept him covered with her gun. Once he was standing erect she fired two shots, one into his groin and the other into his gaping mouth.
Cradling her sore arm she strolled up the street to Al’s Diner where she found Sam, Will, and some of the other shopkeepers. Upon seeing her covered in blood and holding her arm, William rushed over to her. “Are you alright?” He put a protective arm around her and brought her over to a chair where he proceeded to look her over.
“I’m fine, just hurt my shoulder is all. The blood belongs to somebody else.” Surveying the street it was apparent that the perpetrators were gone but the havoc they had caused would take quite a clean up effort. Looking over at Sam she inquired as to what the town would do now.
“Rebuild, repaint, we’ll be fine. The important thing is that nobody was killed.” Nods of agreement went around. Too tired and stunned to talk, they sat there in silence watching the last of the fires being put out.
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