Inspired by the title from Emilie Autumn's upcoming album, "Fight Like A Girl." ;)
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She was an innocent little girl, and that was their first mistake. That first thought.
"This is going to be easy," they'd thought. Yet, another mistake. The two men descended down the sidewalk casually, coming in her direction. She crossed the road, and walked on the other side. They two men stopped. She was smart...
They walked a little more on the sidewalk, then crossed the road, now walking behind her. They made sure their footsteps weren't heard on the near empty street.
She began walking faster, feeling she was being pursued. The two men smiled at each other, and picked up the pace. They managed to catch up to the poor girl, and got her to stop.
"Hey there," one man smiled charmingly. She grimaced at him, backing up against the wall.
"Stay away from me," she said, not making eye contact. She was trying to stay focused; stay focused on her strength she'd need. The adrenaline pumped wildly through her veins. She was ready to kill if needed.
"Oh, don't be like that," the other man smiled, taking a step forward. Her hands clenched into tight fists. She was waiting for the signal... The man reached up, and she striked. Her fist collided with his face, using all her strength. There was the sound of a bone crunching, but she didn't know if it was her or him. She couldn't feel a thing.
The other man grabbed her from behind, and she opened her mouth to scream. His hand placed over her mouth, silencing it. She kicked and thrashed out, fighting against his strength. She could feel he was almost at breaking point; he couldn't hold onto her much longer. She opened her mouth again, and bit down into his hand.
She felt her teeth sink into his skin with ease, the blood flowing freely, and into her mouth. It was sickening, but she ignored it. He screamed, and his hand fled from her mouth. His hand was nearly shredded; it'd definitely need stitches if he survived. The uninjured man attacked then, grabbing at her throat. She gasped for air, but it didn't come.
It was almost over. Her life was fading before her eyes.
But she couldn't give up. She clawed at his face, some skin peeling under her nails. He screamed, but it wasn't enough. She dug her nails into his cheeks, ripping away at his flesh. More blood.
The man's backup came, and grabbed her from behind. She managed to kick him in the crotch this time, and he was down. She continued to kick and thrash out, while keeping a good grip on the guy's face. She kicked the man that had fallen in the face, repeatedly. Finally, the man who's face was being mutilated had enough. He let his grip from her neck go, and ripped her claws out of his face.
She turned on his buddy, who's seconds were ticking by. He was barely conscious, but she didn't care. She couldn't stop, until she was sure she was safe. She punched him, in the face, stomach, back. She stomped on his back with her heels, crushing his bones.
He died a painful death. One of the worst one could endure.
His friend left him, to fend for himself. But he couldn't fight against this woman. Maybe the other man learned his lesson. He knew his friend paid the price for their mistake, with his life.
Fight like a girl is not an insult, it's a compliment. When you fight like a girl, there are no rules. You fight to the death; with no mercy. ;)
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She was an innocent little girl, and that was their first mistake. That first thought.
"This is going to be easy," they'd thought. Yet, another mistake. The two men descended down the sidewalk casually, coming in her direction. She crossed the road, and walked on the other side. They two men stopped. She was smart...
They walked a little more on the sidewalk, then crossed the road, now walking behind her. They made sure their footsteps weren't heard on the near empty street.
She began walking faster, feeling she was being pursued. The two men smiled at each other, and picked up the pace. They managed to catch up to the poor girl, and got her to stop.
"Hey there," one man smiled charmingly. She grimaced at him, backing up against the wall.
"Stay away from me," she said, not making eye contact. She was trying to stay focused; stay focused on her strength she'd need. The adrenaline pumped wildly through her veins. She was ready to kill if needed.
"Oh, don't be like that," the other man smiled, taking a step forward. Her hands clenched into tight fists. She was waiting for the signal... The man reached up, and she striked. Her fist collided with his face, using all her strength. There was the sound of a bone crunching, but she didn't know if it was her or him. She couldn't feel a thing.
The other man grabbed her from behind, and she opened her mouth to scream. His hand placed over her mouth, silencing it. She kicked and thrashed out, fighting against his strength. She could feel he was almost at breaking point; he couldn't hold onto her much longer. She opened her mouth again, and bit down into his hand.
She felt her teeth sink into his skin with ease, the blood flowing freely, and into her mouth. It was sickening, but she ignored it. He screamed, and his hand fled from her mouth. His hand was nearly shredded; it'd definitely need stitches if he survived. The uninjured man attacked then, grabbing at her throat. She gasped for air, but it didn't come.
It was almost over. Her life was fading before her eyes.
But she couldn't give up. She clawed at his face, some skin peeling under her nails. He screamed, but it wasn't enough. She dug her nails into his cheeks, ripping away at his flesh. More blood.
The man's backup came, and grabbed her from behind. She managed to kick him in the crotch this time, and he was down. She continued to kick and thrash out, while keeping a good grip on the guy's face. She kicked the man that had fallen in the face, repeatedly. Finally, the man who's face was being mutilated had enough. He let his grip from her neck go, and ripped her claws out of his face.
She turned on his buddy, who's seconds were ticking by. He was barely conscious, but she didn't care. She couldn't stop, until she was sure she was safe. She punched him, in the face, stomach, back. She stomped on his back with her heels, crushing his bones.
He died a painful death. One of the worst one could endure.
His friend left him, to fend for himself. But he couldn't fight against this woman. Maybe the other man learned his lesson. He knew his friend paid the price for their mistake, with his life.
Fight like a girl is not an insult, it's a compliment. When you fight like a girl, there are no rules. You fight to the death; with no mercy. ;)