Revenge Not So Sweet
By Nicholas Klinsman, www.mindsync.com/rapty/moscow.html
A determined woman makes three male attackers pay a painful price


On a late September day a male hiker makes his way up a hill. Once he reaches
the top, he sits down and grabs a pair of binoculars from his backpack.
Scanning the cross country running trails below, he spots a female jogger
wearing a blue stretch pant with white stripes going down the length of her
legs. From his hilltop view, the hiker admires her fit physique the same way a
hunter admires a prize animal before he pulls the trigger.

Her upper body is covered by a tight fitting light blue athletic bra. Running
at a brisk pace, her muscles impressively convulse from head to toe during
every powerful stride.

"Here comes the bitch now right on schedule," the hiker said to himself once
he recognized his ex sister in law Vera. In his mind, today would be the
beginning of a painful and humiliating revenge. One he had planned ever since
he had found out what she had done to his brother.

Turning his binoculars further down the trail, he could see the three thugs he
had hired to begin the job. They weren't professionals, but they were plenty
big and mean. Besides, there were three of them, which would be more than
enough to handle one woman, even if it was Vera. As if he were a spectator at
a sporting event, he settled in and prepared to watch the action unfold.

When Vera turned the corner she could see three male figures emerge from
behind the shrubs. Because the area was often used by others, their presence
didn't send off any cause for concern, regardless of the fact they were
somewhat scruffy in their appearance. But as she came closer, the three men
stood in the middle of the trail, blocking her way. Confused by their
intentions, Vera halted a few yards in front of them.

"Could you please move you're blocking my way?" Vera asked politely.

"We don't get out of the way for any woman."

"Fine I'll move out of your way then," replied Vera who was hoping to avoid a
confrontation.

"No bitch you don't get it! We have different plans for you," piped in one of
the men as the three of them began circling her.

"Oh I get it just fine. You want me to put you into intensive care," answered
Vera as she settled into a fighting stance and prepared for their onslaught.
Chuckling with confidence the three men taunted her while they closed in.

"Things will be easier for you cutie if you don't resist us."

"We're going to take you down a notch honey."

Vera contemplated trying to make a run for it, but the truth was she wasn't in
fear of what they could do to her as much as what she knew she could do to
them. Although each of them was larger than Vera, they were nowhere near her
level of physical conditioning. The fact was she looked forward to the battle,
and was eager to kick the crap out of them.

Meanwhile, the three men were exhilarated by the thrill of the chase and their
hearts began to pound wildly with excitement. Like wolves preparing to pounce
on a caribou, they crouched down low and prepared to leap on top of their
prey.

Unwilling to remain a target, Vera stepped forward and kicked out at the
nearest attacker. The front of her foot snapped into his face, causing him to
fall backward with blood spurting from his nose. However, before she could
react, the other two men rushed in. One of them dove at her feet, while the
other wrapped his arms around her as if he were a football player tackling his
opponent. Between the strength and power of both the men, they managed to
drive her down into the dirt. By this time the other attacker had recovered
from the kick to his nose and piled on top of her as well. As Vera violently
struggled underneath them, one of the men tried to hold her arms down, and
grab a hold of her wrists with his hands. But, as he forced Vera's arms to the
ground, she lunged upward and clamped her mouth down on the exposed side of
his neck. Howling in pain, he released his grip on her wrists and tried to
shove her away, but Vera would not relent. Instead her teeth tore into his
flesh inflicting more damage by the second.

Unaware of their comrades' plight, the other two attackers concentrated on
gaining control of Vera's lower body. However, her kicks were so fierce they
spent more time trying to protect themselves. Eventually though, they managed
to pull off her jogging pant, leaving her legs bare. Just then Vera twisted
her body and squirmed free enough to get back on her feet.

Furious at the sight of one of their comrades lying on the ground in agony
with blood flowing down the side of his neck, the other two men prepared to
attack.

"We're not pulling our punches this time bitch!" yelled one of them.

"Good that's just the way I like it!" screamed back Vera.

This time when the men charged, they were more forceful and aggressive than
before. When one of the men lunged downward to tackle her legs, she stepped
toward him and lifted her knee upward. Like a car slamming into a concrete
wall, the attacker halted in his tracks as his nose shattered upon impact.
Stunned he slumped down to his knees. Meanwhile, Vera moved toward the last
attacker standing. As he reached out to wrap his arms around her, she locked
his right arm in between her hands and threw her hip into his body, which
flipped him over. As his back crashed to the earth, she then snapped his arm,
popping his elbow out of place.

Suddenly, she instinctively felt someone behind her. She turned around just in
time to see a fist come flashing toward her. Deflecting the blow away with her
left hand, she then struck her attacker with a front kick in between his legs.
Vera then grabbed the back of his head by his hair. Simultaneously she yanked
him toward her and into her flying right elbow, causing him to stumble
backward. Determined to finish him off before he could come at her again, Vera
spun around and caught him with a roundhouse kick to the jaw. The blow twisted
his head and sent him to the ground almost unconscious.

"Ok boys where do we go from here? Right now all you'll need is a doctor, but
if you come at me again, you'll need a mortician!' exclaimed Vera with a
triumphant tone.

The attackers were now the defeated. Heeding her words the three men rose and
began their retreat. However, before they could get away Vera had one last
matter to clear up. Slightly behind the other two men was the individual with
the bite wound to the side of his neck, who seemed to be in the worst
condition of the three. Like a predator singling out her prey, Vera pursued
him and cut off his angle of retreat. A jump kick then sent him flying off of
the trail and into a creek. Instead of aiding their companion the other two
men fled not wanting to risk any further injury. Lying elbow deep in water,
the remaining attacker rose and tried to push himself up and out of the creek,
but before he could get anywhere, Vera crashed down on his back. Sitting on
top of him, she grabbed his hair and shoved his head into the water. Unable to
breath, his arms and legs began to flail desperately as he tried to escape.
Then at the point he was breathless, Vera pulled his head up and out of the
water. Immediately he began wildly inhaling and exhaling.

"This is no coincidence that you boys showed up here waiting for me. What's
behind all of this?"

"I'm hurt bad! I need help!" was his answer. Not satisfied Vera dunked his
head again before restarting her interrogation.

"If you don't want to get worse, you'd better tell me the truth! Now why are
you here?"

"Some guy sent us," was the immediate reply.

"What guy are you talking about? Give me a name!"

"I'm not sure," was his answer. Unsatisfied, Vera dunked him again hoping the
lack of oxygen would encourage him.

"Ok asshole! You were about to tell me the name.

"I only know his first name. It's James. I think he said you were his sister
in law. Infuriated as well as fearful upon hearing those words, Vera stepped
off her fallen opponent and out of the creek. Looking around as if to see if
there was anyone else there, she slipped her pants back on and attempted to
leave the scene as quickly as possible. In the meantime, James had tossed his
binoculars back into his backpack, disgusted by the results.

"I guess if you want to do something right. You have to do it yourself," were
the words he uttered going back down the hill.