Discoman & Panzerboy City at War: Episode 4

Submitted by Eroyan Barmy

"We are Family"

It had grown colder when I found her…she was alone now…those that had hurt her were gone and had left her. Broken….hurt…in pain…what was left of her clothes hung like rags off of her, in the darkness of the alley the brightness of the red about her face and arms and legs was startling. It contrasted so much with the deep still silence and blackness it took me moments to move to her side. She screamed when I touched her, yelling “no more, no!” still lashing out at those that hurt her that had long been gone. I spoke calmly trying to not let emotion could my mind. She was young perhaps only twenty at best. The name tag told me she had just gotten off work from the café at the end of the alley.
I held her and spoke and touched her lightly wrapping my cape around her body. Covering where they had bitten and groped her, held her down and took what they had no right to. She finally gave up from the shock and pain and cried into my shoulder gripping me as a small child does to their father. I held her and comforted her as anger began to swell inside me. I listened as she began to speak telling me everything they done. How they grabbed her as she left slammed her against the wall. Beat her as she fought back. Screaming and no one hearing her or worse yet not caring, how they ripped her clothes and molested her body. How she struggled and bit and was thrown down only to be….to be taken brutally and over and over.

I breathed deeply doing my best not to grip her even tighter my vision was getting blurry as I heard her description of the three. Three….three men who aren’t even close to the title, pigs, brutes, Neanderthals, they don’t even rate that good and have no place in my city. I will make them pay. They will be punished for what they have done. Gasping for air my mind is gone only tunnel vision I know where these types hang out. I know what they do after a conquest. I will find them they will pay.
I tell her to wait here and summon a Dominion’s finest to come and get her. Leaving my cape wrapped around her I stand and draw my rapier. I stalk the streets my eyes and body like a predator in a jungle, smelling his pray sensing weak and undeserving kin. Therefore as the law of nature those weak and those undeserving of life will be brought down by those with the strength to do so. My mind is gone I hear her screams I see through her eyes everything they did to her. I can feel what they did how they laughed and drooled on her how they like wild beasts tore at her. I will make them pay.

The rage was tangible around me, those who ran amuck in the city at this time could feel it flow from me, and it shocked them out of their pleasure of rampage and the lust of war against innocents. They ran before me, they hurried to get out of the path of the rage of the predator on the hunt on the mission of revenge. Guns, clubs, fists were of no avail against me. I cut them all down who stood in my way. The bar was up ahead I knew it well. Scum of the vilest sort waited there. I could feel their presence. I knew that is where they would be. They are all alike. They take and feel proud of their conquest. Pat each other on the back and laugh about what they did. They will be proud and defiant, blaming her for begging for it, trying to cover up their sin. My lip curls into a sneer the rage is welling inside me, my vision is one tracked now tunneled into one point. My body is trembling, when did my shirt get ripped and my rapier bloody, it doesn’t matter I will make them pay.

The door shatters under the force of my kick and those inside jump and stare at the beast that enters. I growl lowly and look around and there at the bar I see them. They are wearing what she said they smell like her. I can smell her on them. They have been drinking as I knew they would. I can see the smiles slowly fading I know what they have been saying to each other. To possibly others who laughed at the crime. I move a few steps closer my blade still out the muscles along my arms bunch and twitch. My neck tightens I can feel every eye on me. I can hear every breath. I can hear the soft murmur of those that know why I am here. I can see them there laughing to each other talking about how sweet she was how tight. My brain screams to me “I CAN SMELL HER ON THEM! MAKE THEM PAY!”

My body loses control I lose control my rage bursts forth like the jungle predator finding the prey it sought. There are sounds….screams…rage…curses…rage…passion….rage…vengeance…rage…my blade flashes my body moves. There are sights of shocked faces and scrambling bodies. Those that try to interfere die as easily as those who are guilty. I am the hand of justice there is no trial there is no jury. I am the God you laugh at I am the one who shall bring you to your knees. I can hear myself say these things as I strike down the first quickly and grab the other throwing him over the bar. The blood of the first rains over me as people run for the door, the third begs…they always beg. They took what they had no right to take and they are always the first to beg for mercy. I show him the mercy he showed her. I will make them pay.

Turning I see the last run for the door. Stalking after him I can still smell her on them as the two behind me die slow and die long and in pain. I made sure of it; I made sure they would know they would die and that nothing would save them. That no one would hear or care about their cries for help for mercy just like what they did to her. My shirt is soaked with sweat and blood the smell of it all still clouds my mind as I see my pray about to escape. I throw my blade and it catches him in the leg and down he goes with a scream into the street. I stalk forward as I see the weak thing screaming as people run from him. They know what he has done they know there is no saving him. I will make them pay.

I grab a bottle from the bar as I walk out and smash it against the wall. The glinting glass glistens to me beautifully as I loom over him. His eyes lock on mine but I have killed before. I have avenged before. This is what I do. I throw my feathered hat down and lean down to him grabbing him by the shirt as he weakly grabs my arm trying to fight at last. I laugh as one does, as a predator must when their pray puts up a pathetic struggle. “Not so powerful now, are you.” I can feel myself hiss at him as I raise the jagged glass high. I will make them pay.

I feel the touch and the rage flees me. My body become exhausted and I can see how I have been hurt cut bruised from those that tried to stand in my way. I can see each face of scum I cut down on my way here. I look up into her eyes. My cape still around her, she looks at me calmly not with fear but with determination, as she holds my wrist gently. She says nothing as I watch her take the bottle from my hand. I can hear the scum under me still bleeding from the leg begging her to forgive him to save his life. She looks at him and kicks his teeth out with her heel. Dropping the bottle it shatters and I fully regain control. She looks at me and softly a voice that tells me she will survive says,”Escort me home please Gentleman Caller.”

I respond by pulling my rapier from the scum’s leg and wiping it off and reclaiming my hat. Bowing deeply I say “Of course My Lady” and taking her arm I lead her home and to be look after. Her head was held high and proud and she never showed any weakness in her body. She was a queen the entire way, her spirit soared higher and I could feel it fuel her to survive. She in the end, made them pay.