Red : The end of a reign of terror, part 1 
By RedRiter redriter@2die4.com 
Red infiltrates a major crime boss's base then ends his reign of terror  permanently


Note1: This work of fiction contains scenes of extreme violence. If you are
under age of consent for this subject matter in your country (18 years in the
U.K.) or if this subject matter is forbidden in your country or if you are
offended by this subject matter then please do not read any further. Note2:
All characters portrayed in this work of fiction are fictitious. Any
similarity to actual persons, either living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Note3: All characters, scenes and plots contained in this work of fiction are
taken from my imagination. Any similarity to other works is purely
coincidental.

Foreword: Originally this was to be a long story but my (new) readers out
there would have had to wait a ridiculous length of time for the whole story
so I think it is likely that the story will be in more than one part. Once
again, if anyone sees any syntactical errors in this story, please let me
know. I am still looking for proofreaders.

"Oh shit, what a place," thought Wilfred T. Jones III. First there was the
area he was in. In all of his life, he had never encountered such an area. Of
course, he was used to living the high life. "Thank goodness I was able to get
a taxi right to the door here," he thought. However when he walked into the
establishment, it seemed just as bad as the streets outside. He continued
thinking, "Heavens, this isn't my fair city, it's a war zone!" All eyes turned
to the man with the sharp business suit as he entered and he felt like he was
running a gauntlet as he walked through what seemed like a gathering of all
the undesirables in the city. Suddenly, he was grabbed firmly by a woman with
dark red/auburn hair with a leather biker jacket. They continued through the
crowd and sat at a table at the far end of the bar. Suddenly he clocked on.
"Mr. Jones?" she asked. He asked her, "Are you Red's secretary or something?"
Her eyes seemed to go wild with fire. "No," she answered sternly, "I am Red."
"I see you have a problem that I am a woman," she challenged him. She
continued, "Because I assure you Wil, that I am more capable than any man."
"Please," he requested, "if we must be so informal Miss Red, call me Wilfred."
"Just call me Red, Wil," she replied. "Anyway, tell me what I can do for you,"
she said. "Well I was instrumental in the case against Jack Delano, brother of
the crime lord Terry Delano. He had my wife and three children killed last
week and there was no way I could testify against his brother and he was
acquitted," he explained, "now I want his empire finished." "That's quite a
job," Red stated. Wilfred nodded his head. Red continued, "I tell you what,
I'll accept this job for one million dollars plus a an I.O.U. for a couple of
favours." Wilfred pondered for a minute then nodded his head. He reached
across the table and extended his hand for a handshake and she shook his hand.
He was surprised at the firmness of her grip and was forced to wince a little.
Red smirked. He phoned a taxi from his mobile and made to leave. "Hold it,"
Red said, "I'll escort you home." They left together. A gang of three large
burly men pushed Wilfred harshly against a wall. "Look," Red started, "you
obviously don't know who I am. Because if you did you wouldn't be attacking my
associate there." "Fuck off bitch," said the second thug. "The name's Red and
it's a name you guys will never forget!" she exclaimed. The thugs roared with
laughter. "What sort of pussy assed name is Red?" the first thug mocked. "Oh
you'll find out," Red said calmly. Red noticed a taxi pull up and grabbed
Wilfred's arm and pulled him round throwing him hard against the taxi. He
yelled out. Keeping her eyes on the thugs, Red said, " Get in. Leave these
baboons to me." As he got in the taxi, the thugs looked at one another. "Get
her," the first thug shouted. As the thugs rushed at her, Red jumped with her
left leg leading. She caught the second thug under his chin with a front snap
kick then span to the right slightly and slapped the ball of her foot to the
third thug's jaw with a hook kick landing on her left foot just after that.
The first guy swung a might right hook at her head which she ducked and came
up again with a right uppercut to the base of his ribcage. A crack was heard
and he dropped to the ground clutching his chest. By now, the second thug had
got to his feet and got his bearings about him. He advanced on Red and threw
his meaty arm in a right underhook punch to her stomach. Red seemed like it
she never felt it but the thug felt like he had just punched a brick wall. She
unfastened her jacket and grinned at the second thug as she tensed her
well-defined 8-pack stomach. Red had heard the third thug get to his feet. Now
she noticed the second thug's eyes wander which gave away his exact position.
He was in range. Without taking her eyes off the second thug, the leant to her
left and kicked up her right leg in a side kick to the third thug's chin that
knocked off his feet and he landed a bit away, lying on his back, out cold.
She then grabbed the second thug's head with both hands and pulled his head
forward hard onto her tensed abs. A crunch was heard as his nose collapsed
between his face and her muscle-plated stomach. She then started to rub his
face over her stomach. His nose crunched more as she grinded it across her
abdominal ridges. She pulled him back and, releasing him, looked down at his
face. His nose was completely flattened into his face and blood was spread all
over her face. I was also spread over her stomach. He was still on his knees
clearly stunned. "Get down, bastard!" said Red. She raised her left knee under
his chin and he fell back, also out cold. She turned to the first thug and
walked towards him. He scrambled to his feet. "Please no more," he pleaded.
"What?" Red asked, "All I gave you was a little tap in the stomach." "Now
fight back," she ordered him. Red assumed her fighting stance but he backed
off. "Have it your way," Red said, shrugging her shoulders. She advanced on
her victim and threw a light left hook to his right kidney. Though it only
looked like a light punch, he gasped and grabbed his side. Red smiled and
threw a short right jab to his nose. There was an audible crack as his nose
broke and blood started to run from his nose. "Come on. Fight back you big
useless lump of shit," Red teased him. He lunged at her with a right haymaker.
She ducked it easily and had enough time to spin to her right slamming the
back of her elbow to his jaw with a loud crack. Her back elbow strike broke
his jaw and knocked him out cold. Red surveyed the damage and shook her head.
She walked and entered the waiting taxi. Red took off her jacket. Wilfred
noticed two things: the size of her arms and her tattoos on her left arm. Red
flexed her arm. "Wanna feel," she asked. "Ummmm..." replied Wilfred. Red
grinned and grabbed his right arm, placing his hand on her arm. When she
reached across, he saw the tattoos on her right arm too. She also noticed
this. "Hey, wanna see my back too?" she asked. Red took off her top before
Wilfred could protest. She turned away. "Like it?" she asked. "The muscles or
the tattoo?" he asked. "Both," Red said. "Hey!" Wilfred exclaimed, "It's the
same as the picture on your jacket." Red grinned at his observation and
without saying another word, forced him to his back in the taxi seat and lay
on top of him. He tried to remove her but he found he couldn't. Later on, the
taxi arrived at Wilfred's place. "This is a nice place you have here," Red
stated. She continued, "Yes, I think this will do nicely tonight." Wilfred
paid the driver the fare and left the taxi. Red followed. "Excuse me," Wilfred
started, "do nicely for what?" "To discuss the plans," she assured him. He
nodded and they made their way into his house. "Please, I'd like to see your
bedroom," Red requested. He reluctantly took her to see his bedroom. "Wow!"
red exclaimed. She likes the look of the brass and ivory décor in his bedroom
including the four-poster bed with curtains. "This will do nicely," she said.
She went over to a nearby chair and took her jacket off laying it over the
chair. She took her boots and socks off then her leather trousers and finally
her top so she was only in her knickers. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Now now, relax. I'm just gonna fuck you that's all," she told him. He got up
and tried to force her back. She grabbed him under his arms, lifted him up and
threw him back to the bed. "You won't stop me. Either you undress or I will
undress you," she said. She continued, "And if I have to then I'll spank you
like the kid you are." Red laughed and lifted him by his armpits and threw him
back onto his back on the bed. The next day, Red arrived back in her home and
got ready for her mission. She packed all the stuff she was likely to need
into a suitcase. The next morning, she got dressed, putting on a white t-shirt
with blue denims and a matching denim jacket, white trainers and her straight
her hung loose. She made her way to the airport and there, caught a plane to
Miami. When she arrived there, she took a short bus ride to a small, rundown
town in a jungle-like area of Florida. There was only one hotel and it also
looked somewhat rundown. She decided that this would do fine. She entered and
approached the man at the reception desk. His eyes lit up immediately. "I'd
like to book a room," Red said. The man was acting like he had never seen a
female of the species before, obviously for getting about his wife standing
next to him, until she digged him in the ribs. "Emmett!" she yelled. He came
back to Earth. "Yes miss?" he asked innocently. Red faked a smile. "I said,"
she repeated herself, "I'd like to book a room, please." "Oh well, then you've
come to the right place," he said. He went on, "I mean, where would you go to
book a hotel room other than a hotel?" he said. "And this is a hotel," he
said. "I was beginning to wonder," Red mumbled. His wife pushed him out of the
way. "Hi," she said, "I'm Tina, welcome to the Golden Bridge Hotel." "Hi," Red
said. "So how long will you be wanting to stay?" Tina asked her. "I don't
know," Red told her, "I have some business with Mr. Delano and I don't know
how long it will take." "Oh I see," Tina replied. "Well if I could take your
details," she began. Red informed her, "Well my name is Michelle Redman."
Although Michelle Jane Redman preferred to be known as Red, when on missions,
she sometimes used her real name, either stating Michelle or Jane as her first
name. This time, she was in a Michelle mood. "And you address?" Tina asked.
"Well," Red started, "I have no fixed address." She continued, "But I will be
paying cash." She opened a side compartment in her suitcase and produced a
large bundle of bills. Suddenly, Emmett spoke up, "It's okay. That will be
fine." "Which room would you like?" he asked. "Can I see them all?" Red asked.
"Of course," he replied, "I'll give you a guided tour myself." At this point,
Red examined the pair. Tina was about 5'1" and looked somewhat podgy. Emmett
was about 5'3" and barely looked 100lbs. Red thought it would be fun to break
the middle-aged man's scrawny neck with one well-aimed palm strike. Tina
snapped at him, "Emmett! At least carry the lady's case." Red smirked at the
thought of the man carrying her large case. He lifted it but clearly
struggled. After a few steps, he switched to carrying it with both hands but
still struggled. Red walked behind him and smirked. Red instructed him, "In
fact, just take me to the top floor." Red followed him as he struggled up two
floors to the top floor. "Take me to a room that looked over the road," Red
instructed. He moved to the first door on the left and opened it. The room was
basic but functional. "Red looked out the room and in could just see over the
tree tops, but to the left in the distance, Red noticed a distinct cluster of
discolouration to the left slightly. Most people wouldn't have given it a
second look. "Don't you have, like, a penthouse or something?" Red asked. She
immediately thought, "What a stupid question in this cesspit." "Well, not
really," replied Emmett. He went on, "Except, there is our quarters." "Go on,"
Red said. "Upstairs is our quarters," he told her. "That will do fine," she
said. Red grabbed her case, walked out and stood and waited in the hall.
"Well," she commanded, "lead on." Emmett was aghast at how easily she lifted
her case. He knew he wasn't exactly He-man but didn't realise that a stunning
woman like Red could be so much stronger. Of course, he had not yet seen her
awesome physique. "I'm waiting," she said. Emmett left the room and led her up
the next flight of stairs to a steel door. He produced a large bunch of keys
and opened two heavy- looking locks. Inside was a small porch and another
door, which he opened with another two keys. "Take me to a room with a similar
view," she said. He led her into a bedroom and she stood at the window,
looking over the same trees. "This will suffice," she said. He sighed,
thinking, "I'm glad of that." Red turned to look at him. "Yes, can I help
you?" she snapped. "Here," he started, "you had better take these." He took a
number of keys of his sizable key ring and handed them to Red. "Now go," Red
commanded. Emmett smiled and turned around and left. Down at reception, Tina
was not happy. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SHE IS HAVING OUR QUARTERS??" Tina yelled.
"Well, none of the rooms were suitable for her," Emmett replied. "EMMETT!!"
yelled Tina. She shoved him hard against a wall. "Well love," he said, "she
might be paying a lot of money." "Well when you put it like that!" she
exclaimed. She pushed him into the office and stuck the closed sign on the
desk. She followed him into the office and shut the door. Meanwhile, Red was
scooping out her accommodation. She got settled in and got to work. Using her
binoculars, she looked out from the bedroom at the tress again. "Aha," she
said, "just as I thought." Through her binoculars, Red saw that the
discolouration she had spotted earlier was a large cluster of trees that
clearly didn't fit with the rest of the land. "Gotcha Delano," she said to
herself. The next day, Red left early in the morning for a little walk. She
packed her stuff into a rucksack and put on a green-khaki tank top and a pair
of camouflage shorts with brown hiking boots. She tied her hair back in a
ponytail with her red band, tied at the back. She went downstairs to
reception. Emmett was at the desk. Red smiled. "Hello there," she greeted him,
"I was wondering. Is there a place I can get some provisions here?" Emmett
snapped out of his trance. "Umm, yes there is. Go out of here, turn to your
left then take your first left and on your right at the next corner is our
general store. You can stock up there," he informed her. "Thanks," she said.
With that Red left the hotel. "What a woman," dreamed Emmett. Red found the
store, stocked up on what she needed and walked back and past the hotel again.
She walked about five miles out of town and crossed the road. Red climbed over
a stone wall and started to make for the trees. Red made her way briskly
through the trees for about seven miles. She stood behind a tree and looked at
what she saw. There was a line of tall trees, the ones she had spotted through
her binoculars. Close up, she could see that they were arranged like a
fortress, a wall she was looking at and by looking at the trunks, she could
see they were several rows thick. Although, she was below the leaf line, she
couldn't see through the trunks. "Hmmm," Red said, "how thick are these
trees?" Around the outer line of trees was a high chain link fence with signs
placed at regular intervals. The signs read 'WARNING. PRIVATE ESTATE. KEEP
OUT.' "Interesting," thought Red. Red climbed up the fence and stood on the
top, using the trunk for balance. The lowest branch was still some distance
above her. She used the tension in the fence as a springboard and leapt up and
just managed to get her hands round the branch. Her arm muscles looked ready
to burst out her skin as she hauled herself up to a sitting position on the
branch. From there, She was able to climb up the inside of the tree to a point
she figured would be halfway up. She traversed a thick branch that she was on
as far as it would take her weight. She thought, "Silly Delano, thanks for
putting your tress so close together." Using their close proximity, Red took a
large leap, landing on an outstretched branch of a neighbouring tree. Red used
a branch above to steady her and repeated the process. She lost count of how
many rows of trees she had gone through, but she noticed she had passed over
many more fences and they had several rows between them. Eventually Red got to
a tree that was only a few rows from the other side. She climbed down from
that tree and dropped onto the ground. She walked across through the remaining
few rows of trees to the final fence at the inside of the trees. Before her
was a huge mansion. Security cameras were everywhere and there were security
guards at patrolling the roof, grounds and stationed at windows. Red grabbed a
pen from her back and through it through the fence. She leant against the
fence stretching her arm through. One of the guards on the ground spotted her.
"You there," he shouted. "Excuse me," she shouted back, "could you get my pen
please?" He walked over. "It just fell through," she stated. "Did I come down
in the last meteor shower bitch?" he challenged her. "But I was just out for a
stroll," she said with a girlish smile. "Can you climb over the fence?" he
asked. "I'll try," she said. "Well do it," he commanded. He added, "And no
funny business or I'll shoot." He stepped back and kept careful aim at her
with his rifle. She climbed over and smiled at him still. He shouted, "Hey
Franco, look what we have here." The two guards grabbed her arms roughly and
led her inside the house. She was blindfolded and led up and down a series of
levels and passageways. Red, of course, had remembered exactly the way she had
come, even with a blindfold on. Her blindfold was taken off and she was
standing in some kind of reception area. "Miss Black," said the first guard,
"inform Mr. Delano we have an intruder to present to him." Miss Black spoke in
a cockney voice, "very good." "Mr. Delano, sir, two of your goons have a catch
for you," she said. A voice came over the intercom, "come through." Miss Black
walked up to a large double door and typed in a number. She was the only
non-director that knew the code but Red managed to observe and remember the
'111234361041020' that she typed in. As she turned round, she growled at Red.
She said, "Jock bitch." Red glared back at her then the guards pulled her
roughly across the room. They walked round to the left side of the room,
opposite the desk, and pushed against the wall. A secret door opened and the
three of them walked in. A large man in a Hawaii shirt sat behind a large oak
desk. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" he asked. "Excuse me, Mr. Delano,
sir," began the first guard, "this Brit was lurking about your grounds." "Is
that so?" asked Delano. "Yes Mr. Delano, sir," replied the guard. "And what
did you find so fascinating young lady?" Delano asked Red. "I just arrived in
this area for a little holiday," she responded. "You haven't answered my
question," Delano told her. "I'm sorry, could you repeat it?" she asked with a
smirk. "Something funny slut?" asked the second guard. Delano spoke up, "Now,
now, where are your manners?" He held his left hand up and looked at the
second guard. "To sum up, why were you in my grounds?" he asked her again.
"Well, like I said, I've just arrived here and I just wanted to explore," she
told him. "Didn't you see the sign?" he asked. "Yes I did but I'm glad I
ignored it. You have a beautiful house," she asked. "Why thank you," he
replied. The second guard said, "Mr. Delano, sir, let's just waste her." The
first guard nodded. Delano shook his head. He said, "No, I believe you, young
lady." He added, "So I will give you an escort back the town and please in
future, respect my privacy." Red nodded and smiled. She left with the two
guards. After she was away, Delano went out to his secretary. "Get me
Rodriguez now," he ordered. After several minutes, Rodriguez, Delano's chief
of security was admitted to his office. Delano held his right index finger up
while he spoke, indicating that he was not to be interrupted. He told
Rodriguez, "I am not a happy man. Some tourist bitch has just been patrolling
my house and been in my house. Now she is being transported back to the town.
Intercept her transport and waste her along with the two babbling buffoons who
led her into my house. And make sure all your men know that anyone on my
grounds is to be shot dead." Rodriguez nodded and left. The road from Delano's
House was not as direct as Red's route and covered some twenty-five or so
miles. I passed by an old circular quarry within the forest that was filled
with deep water, up to about half the height of the quarry walls. Rodriguez
quickly drove down an underground road to cut them off just before the left
the forest. As they approached the quarry, Red spoke. "So why did you wanna
waste me?" Red asked. "Cos you're a bitch and it'd be fun," replied the second
guard. The two guards and the driver laughed in unison. "That's nice," she
replied. She had long since scoped their position. They were in a jeep with
two rows of back seats. The first guard was behind the driver, Red was behind
him, and the second guard was to her right. She turned to him and smiled,
bringing her right hand back and waving at him. She sneered back at her. She
edged closer and slammed her right hand forward in a palm strike to the front
of his jaw. A crack was heard as she broke his jaw and his head whipped to the
side and he slumped in his seat. The first guard turner round and reached into
his jacket. Red grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face the front again
and getting slightly to her feet, lifted him up out his seat slightly.
Meanwhile, the driver had stopped and turned to face the back, brandishing a
gun. As he moved in between the seats, facing the back, Red supported the
first guard under his right arm with her right hand and pushed the back of his
head hard so his forehead slammed into the driver's head, right between his
eyes. The driver fell back and hit the back of his head of the dashboard
falling unconscious. "He'll be out for a while," she remarked. Before the
first guard could react, she pulled his left arm back and slid her left arm
inside his elbow. She then bent his elbow back towards him and grabbed his
wrist with her right hand. She pulled his lower arm back hard and a long crack
was heard as she pulled his elbow apart. The guard screamed and Red laughed.
"Guess what?" she asked. She continued, "You wanted to waste me? Well I'm
gonna waste all three of you." She laughed. She reached round with her left
hand and grabbed his lower arm with it. She moved her right hand and grabbed
the point of his elbow with it. She jerked both arms up sharply and a crack
was heard as she dislocated his shoulder. He screamed, "No! Please no!" He
shook his head. She said, "Better move that head of yours while you can." She
released his arm and it hung twisted at his side. She pulled his right arm
back and threaded her right arm inside his elbow then bent her arm so his
lower arm was trapped in the pit of her elbow. She wrapped her left arm round
the front of his head so his chin was trapped behind her elbow and locked
hands. She quickly jerked her right arm up dislocating his right shoulder with
a crack. He yelled out in agony. Red whispered in his ear, "Guess the tough
guy's not so tough now." She noticed the second guard was stirring to her
side. She yelled, "Wake up you bastard!" He stirred in time to hear the loud
crack as she broke the first guard's neck by twisting her arms hard to the
right. His body jerked slightly then lay limp. Red smiled released the first
guard and turned and smiled at the second guard. "You're next," she informed
him. "Not so fast bitch," he said. He reached inside his jacket but before he
could produce his gun, red beat him to it by swivelling in her seat bringing
her legs up between him and her and kicking her left leg under his chin
snapping his head back. He gasped and she pushed her right leg up behind his
neck so the inside of her right calf was supporting the back of his neck. She
chambers her leg and sent kick after kick into his face. She rapidly smashed
the toe of her hiking boot to his face until most of his face was broken and
blood covered her boot. He was now just sitting there glazed over and groaning
deeply. Red stretched her left leg out pressing her calf to his forehead. She
locked her ankles and squeezed hard. His neck snapped back with a crack. She
drew back her left leg and slammed her heel to his already broken jaw snapping
his head round violently to his right with another crack and quickly drew back
her right leg from behind his neck and kicked the back of his head hard. His
head smashed through the jeep window face first, shattering glass and
splattering blood everywhere. Red climbed over the seat to just behind the
driver, who was still out cold. She pressed the point of her right elbow into
the top of his spine hard and he came to. She sat back in the seat, smiling at
him. He reached for his gun again but she grabbed his shoulders. "No, no, I
wouldn't," she advised, "the other two goons tried to get theirs but look at
them now." She looked round and saw the first guard with both arms twisted and
his head hanging at an unnatural angle. And the second guard's head was
hanging through the window with blood everywhere. The driver made for the
door, leaving the jeep and running into the trees. Red made her way out the
back of the jeep, chasing after him. Powered by her powerful legs, it wasn't
long before she caught up on him. She jumped off her right foot, twisting to
the right slightly and kicked an aerial left side kick to the base of his
back, hitting his spine with her heel. He grunted and dropped to the ground.
"Come on then," she said, "let's see what you've got." He scrambled to his
feet and turned to face her. She smiled at him. It wasn't until now that he
realised what quantity of musculature she had. She asked, "Like what you see?"
"Sure," he replied, "I always like looking at freaks." He produced a knife
from his back pocket. "Right bitch," he said, "time to cut you up." "Bring it
on," she said with a smile. Her seemingly constant mocking of his seriousness
really was irritating him. He rushed her with his knife but she simply
sidestepped him to right and grabbed his wrist with both hands as he went by.
She brought her left thigh round to his right kidney and raised her right knee
to the base of his ribcage. He gasped heavily and his legs went weak. Red
moved her right arm, placing the forearm behind his elbow and bent his wrist
back towards his shoulder with her left arm. She grabbed his hand with her
left and grabbed her left forearm with her right hand and jerked his hand
outwards hard, breaking his wrist with a crack. He screamed and dropped his
knife. Red grabbed his wrist again and before he had a chance to recover, she
pulled his wrist down hard ripping apart his elbow. Red laughed as he screamed
again and she moved in and head butted him between his eyes. He fell to his
knees dazed. She brought him back to life when she sharply twisted his arm
round to the side and dislocated his shoulder with a series of cracks. She
released his arm and he rolled down to his side grabbing his arm and screaming
in pain. "Get up!" she yelled. He quivered in defiance and fear. She chambered
her left leg and snapped a heel kick forward and down to his nose with a
noticeable crunch. "I said get up!" she ordered once again. She stepped back
and he made his way slowly to his feet. "Please," he begged, "I'm just a
driver. Let me go." "If you want away, you'll have to fight your way through
me," Red she said. She grabbed him under his armpits and hauled him to his
feet. She quickly rammed her forehead forward to the bridge of his nose. His
nose broke with a crack and his legs went weak. She continued to hold him then
shoved him hard back. His back slammed against a tree and he let out a loud
gasp. He slowly sank to his hands and knees. She sighed, "As you wish." She
moved to her right, raised her right leg vertical then whipped her leg down in
an axe kick, smashing her heel to the back of his neck, breaking his neck with
a crack. He collapsed to his front with his neck bent at a strange angle. She
dragged his heavy body back to the jeep and put him back in the front
passenger seat. She started the jeep, turned back to the quarry and stopped it
at the edge of the quarry. She got out and pushed it over the edge. A loud
splash was made as it dropped below the surface of the water. Red looked over
and made into the trees again. She sat some way back from the road so she
could still see the road but was sure no one would notice her. She produced
her map and compass from her rucksack and, from her location, plotted a route
back to the hotel. That night, Red decided to try out the town's nightlife.
She sat down to the hotel's dinner. Emmett had prepared it. Red was surprised
to find out that he was quite a skilled chef. Not only that but the wine
cellar, which Tina had prepared, included some very fine wines. She obviously
had great experience in this area. Red thought that maybe they should have
entered into the catering industry because their hotel was not up to much. Red
enjoyed her meal and told Emmett so. She then inquired about the social
facilities of this town. He told her that was just one place, Showbar Tony.
She decided to try this out for herself. He told her that to find it, she
should walk left and then along the main street and in the middle of the block
after two streets, she would find the entrance. Red thanked him and left to
plan her next day and get ready. Later on that evening, Red came down to
reception to leave for her night out. Her hair was hung loose and she was
wearing her black leather knee length skirt with a slit that ran up the left
side. She wore her leather top and on top of that wore her plain black leather
biker jacket. She left and made her way to Showbar Tony. She couldn't have
missed it. There was a big 'SHOWBAR TONY' red neon sign above the door. She
walked straight in and looked around. "Sheesh," she thought, "what a place."
The décor was tacky and about 20 years out of date. As she walked up to the
bar, she was aware of all the eyes looking at her. She walked up to the bar
and ordered mineral water. A guy standing next to her spoke in a thick
southern accent. "You ain't from round here are ya?" he asked. Red wondered if
her Scottish accent had attracted him to her. She turned round to look at him.
He was about 6 feet and had a large moustache and a large belly. She noticed
that he was clearly lusting after her. She moved closer and whispered in his
ear. "Later tonight, I'll give you what you need," she whispered. A large grin
crossed his face revealing a set of dirty yellow teeth. A smirk crossed her
face too. She thought, "Yeah what you need, severe internal bleeding." She
spent the rest of that night listening to his inane mutterings about this and
that. However he supplied her with mineral water for the rest of the night.
Some hours later, Red said, "Look let's go." She went to leave and he followed
her. When they were out in the street, she spoke. "Is there a quiet lane we
can go and have some fun?" she asked. He looked like he was about to lose
control there is then. He grinned broadly and shook slightly. "Oh yes, there
sure is," he answered, "follow me." He led her back towards the hotel then
left down the first side street. They passed the first street on the left and,
before the second, was a lane on the left. He walked up it and she followed.
There was a large wall that blocked it off. He turned to face her. "Here we
are," he informed her. As he turned to face her, she drew back her left fist
and punched it to his stomach, her fist sinking right in. she shoves him back
against the wall with her right hand. "You crazy bitch!" he screamed. "Mmmm,"
she said, "I do so love this so much!" She ploughed her left fist to his
stomach again, sinking it right deep inside his large belly. She was how
holding him up and he coughed up blood. She released him and he dropped to all
fours. "Do you really think I'd fuck a pathetic shit like you?" she asked. He
didn't answer. Just spat blood. "Come on, get up and fight, you fat turd," she
ordered. He looked up at her face. She sneered down at him. He couldn't
believe it. She was still so sexy yet now she was also vicious looking. He
struggled to his feet. She took off her jacket. It had never occurred to him
until now that it was strange that she never took it off earlier. But he saw
why now. She did a twirl for him showing off her physique and her tattoos. Any
last bit of bravado left him and he turned to his left. "Not so fast," she
said. She kicked her left leg to her right then back to her left whipping her
left sole to his nose. It broke with a crunch. "Aaarrgghh!" he yelled, "You
broke my nose!" "Here's something else," she replied. She repositioned her
right foot and kicked her left heel up to his nose in a side kick, crushing
his nose further. She brought back her leg and sent a series of about thirty
rapid kicks to his face, slamming a mixture of leg jabs, hook kicks and side
kicks to his nose, mouth, cheeks and jaw. Each kick was accompanied by a
pained gasp form him and after a few kicks, splatters of blood and cracks from
his various facial bones. When she dropped her leg, his nose was flattened to
a red smear on his face, his lips were puffy and covered in blood, most of his
teeth were missing and his face had taken on a strange shape. She smiled at
him and stepped back, opened her arm, inviting him to take a shot at her. He
stepped forward and swung a meaty right fist at her face. Red caught it easily
in her left hand. With a smile on her face, she crushed his fist in her hand.
He gasped and dropped to his knees. As she squeezed more, he heard a series of
crackling noises as she crushed the bones in his hand. Tears started to enter
his eyes. "You make me sick," she said with disgust. With that, she snapped
back his hand hard, breaking his wrist with a crack. She released his hand and
he sank back against the wall. She stood with her hands on her hips and
laughed at him. "Look at you," she laughed, "you are pathetic." She went on,
"Get up and fight me." He shook his head furiously. She kicked her left up to
her left then kicked it to the right, slamming the inside of her left foot to
his already broken right jaw with an out-in crescent kick. He fell to the side
and onto his left side. She pushed her right foot to his right shoulder,
forcing him to his back. She kneeled down and picked up his left arm, then sat
down, laying her right leg over his neck and her left leg over his chest. She
lay back so that his elbow was over her torso. She pushed her torso into his
elbow. He yelled out in pain. "That's it, scream for me!" she yelled. She
worked his arm as he banged his other hand against the wall in pain. "Scream
all you want," she said, "I'm still gonna break your arm." With that, she
leaned back hard, snapping his elbow with a crack. She laughed and stood up.
Instinctively, he reached across with his other hand and cradled his broken
elbow. She reached down and pulled him away from the wall by pulling at his
shoulder. He winced as she pulled him into a position so that his body was now
lying across the alley. She stepped over his body and turned to face him. She
jumped and dropped her right knee across his ribs. There were cracks as she
broke two ribs. She picked up his right arm and wrapped her right arm round
the outside of his elbow, locking his wrist under her armpit. With her left
hand, she reached round his chin, holding his jaw and chin. She pulled,
putting pressure on his elbow and neck. He couldn't open his mouth due to the
incredible pressure she was putting on his jaw with her left hand. He was
forced to mumble through his closed mouth. She jerked her right arm back hard,
breaking his elbow with a crack. He mumbles suddenly increased in pitch and
volume. "Do shut up," she said. With that, she jerked back her left arm,
twisting his neck round and back, hearing a crack as she broke his neck. Red
stood up and, without looking at her victim, went to collect her jacket. When
she arrived back at the hotel, Emmett was still up and waiting for her. "I
hope you had a good night," he said. "Yeah it was ok I guess," she said
indifferently. [end of part 1]