Rebecca
By Kata
A traitor in her crew has been identified. Time for punishment.


It would be difficult to say that I'd ever seen Rebecca reach this level of
rage. She kept it hidden from the guys in front of her, not wanting to give
them any hint of what was coming. She'd already told me why we were here. For
now, she was smiling, but I've been close friends with Rebecca since before we
started all of this, her eyes aren't smiling, she's barely holding herself
together.

She casually takes a seat behind her desk; I'm stood behind her whilst the
rest of her team stand on the opposite side. They look like they're stood to
attention in a military lineup. I smile at them and tell them to relax,
Rebecca and I have some good news for them, which is also kinda true, two of
them will be getting a pay-rise. They visibly relax. The first, to my left, is
Paul. White male, 25 years old, aprx 5'9, medium build, short blonde hair,
dressed in a cream coloured Harringey jacket, burgundy shirt underneath, Navy
Jeans, and a pair of Adidas shelltoes. Second, in the middle of the group is
Aaron. Black male, 27 years old aprx 6'2, athletic build, short black hair,
wearing a black parka jacket, a white top underneath, black jeans, black
Timberlands. Finally, to my right is Joey, white male, 27 years old, aprx 6',
medium build, shoulder-length black hair, wearing a black leather jacket
zipped up, tight black jeans and black Dr. Martens boots. I have no idea which
one of these poor bastards had betrayed us. I look over at Rebecca, outwardly
she seems totally relaxed, She ties her ridiculously long red hair back having
kicked off her white heels under the desk and taking off the jacket of her
beige suit to reveal a white sleeveless shirt/blouse thing underneath. She
looks up at the three of them and smiles as she pushes herself back to her
feet.

"In this life, loyalty pays dividends." She says as she walks around the desk
on the right-hand side, towards Joey. "You three have been working for me,
directly, for a couple of years now. I've been keeping an eye on everything
that you do, especially how all three of you have held your blocks." She paces
past Joey and smiles at Aaron. "And so, we're going to reward each of you.
Each will get exactly what you've earned." My mind is racing as she approaches
Paul next and then comes past him and towards me. She nods at me, confirming
that all hell is about to break loose. She then turns on her heel and heads
back the way she came, stopping dead centre of the desk and turning to face
the three of them, directly in front of Aaron. Is he the one? I think to
myself, Aaron's always been a good kid in my eyes. In a flash however, Rebecca
lunges forward, pushing Aaron flying back, she turns sharply and grabs Joey by
his jacket and flips him onto his back, exactly where Aaron had been stood.
Rebecca follows Joey to the ground, her bodyweight crashing down on top of
him. Aaron pops back to his feet, initially angry, but then confused as he
sees Rebecca pinning Joey to the ground. I raise my hand to signal to him to
back off, which he does instantly.

Rebecca's face is now a mask of rage and hatred. This has been boiling over
for some time. Joey struggles under her weight but can't shift her. She's a
three-time European Judo Champion, there's no way he's going to power out from
under her. "I said every one of you would get what they've earned, and Joey
here, you've earned this." She cranks back on Joey's forehead, wrenching at
the man's neck. He screams in pain as she jolts on it hard before simply
releasing him and allowing his head to crash into the ground. Rebecca pops
back up to her feet and walks around to Paul, stares him dead in the eyes, her
lips curling like a silent snarl, breathing deeply. Paul looks terrified and
starts to back away slowly as Joey starts to groan from the floor. Rebecca
slowly turns her head to look down behind her at the floored Joey, turning on
her bare feet she lowers herself to his side, grabs his arm and uses it to
flip him onto his back. "Look at me Joey." She speaks, quietly, evenly,
keeping herself in check, her face appears calm. Joey looks up at her, still
in a bit of shock. Rebecca's eyes narrow slightly and suddenly her fist slams
down into his face, his nose is crushed by the blow, she rains several more
punches down on him until her knuckles are bloodied and he is a mess and then
she stands up sharply, turning away from her victim and now staring directly
at Aaron. This isn't just punishment for Joey, this is a message to the other
two, cross her and you can expect to be badly hurt. She calms herself from the
last assault, takes a long deep breath before turning back to Joey who is, at
this point, struggling to sit up, leaning against the desk behind him. There's
a very clear and sudden rage that bursts through Rebecca as she sees him
bleeding. She moves at pace and launches her knee into Joey's head, crushing
it against the desk, cracking the hard wood on impact. She growls as she hauls
him to his feet and turns sharply, throwing him over her hip and across the
room with another loud thud. He lies on the floor, clearly in pain as Rebecca
paces over to him. She starts to stomp on his chest and abdomen, her full
weight being dropped with each blow. When she stops, Joey rolls to his side
and coughs up blood. This furious demon now stands over him, whilst she may
not be very tall, her presence and her anger dominate the room. Even I can
feel it in my stomach. Fear. None of us can move because of it. Her wrath
seems to emanate from her, like an aura filling the room with each slow and
deliberate breath she takes. She seems quiet again as she lifts her foot up
and presses the ball of it against Joey's mouth. At first it seems like a
sexual motion but, becomes clear that this is more retribution. She presses
her weight down more and more. We can hear his teeth breaking and finally Joey
screams in pain. In a split second, Rebecca rams her foot deep into Joey's
bloody mouth and watches him choking. "Joey, I'm sure you know why we're here
now. You should know we have friends all over the city, right?" Joey gagged on
her foot. "So, when you got arrested last month, but never told any of us and
suddenly things start going wrong. Police start turning up in places they
shouldn't even now about, so I asked around. How do these officers and
detectives know where to look? And what did I find? We have a snitch."
Rebecca's face shows the rage rising again. "So, I did a little more digging,"
She drives her foot further into his throat, "and what do I find? That's
right, Joey's been talking to the local officers." Joey's hands reach and grip
at Rebecca's ankle. "So, I need you to stop talking Joey." And with that she
stomps her heel downwards and twists her foot sharply. There is a sickening
crack as the motion shatters Joey's jaw. She holds the broken lower jaw down
under her foot, ensuring the muscles and ligaments also tear apart before
withdrawing her blood-soaked foot.

It feels like an eternity of hearing the anguished moans of pain from Joey
whilst Rebecca paces the office considering her line of attack. Both Paul and
Aaron are clearly still in shock and confused. Paul moves towards Joey and
begins to help him to his feet, clearly not thinking. Rebecca is on him before
anyone can stop her, hurling the battered Joey to one side, she grips Paul's
jacket and walks him backwards, her eyes burning into his. She turns sharply
and brings Paul over her shoulder. At the apex of the throw, she sharply
adjusts her grip and drops her weight to the ground, piledriving Paul's head
into the hard floor, there' a horrific cracking sound and Paul's body goes
completely limp. She stares a hole through Joey as she stands back up from the
throw. She walks at pace towards him as he props himself up against the wall.
With little effort, she put him back on the floor. As he tries to get to his
hands and knees, Rebecca gives him a little time, before straddling his back.
Her right arm snakes around his neck and she sharply kicks his left leg out
from under him with the heel of her left foot and quickly rolls them both to
the side. Rebecca continues the roll until she is on her back, Joey on top of
her with them both facing the ceiling. She quickly crosses her legs around
Joey's midsection and rolls onto her left side. She moves her hand to the back
of Joey's head and begins pushing and twisting it so as to force his face
towards the ground. She lets out a growl as she pushes down on his head. Her
face twitches with pure fury and as the emotion seems to take over her
entirely, she moves her left leg across Joey's stomach, hooking her foot
behind her right knee. His body now trapped in her Triangle body lock, she
pushes her hips forward into his spine as she retracts her right leg, forcing
her calf into Joey's stomach, at the same time she squeezes her thighs
together around his ribs. The force increases at a slow, constant rate.
There's nothing Joey can do to stop what's happening. Rebecca slowly grinds
the hold tighter and tighter, her breathing is slow but heavy, anger tearing
through her uncontrollably. Joey's eyes bulge as his body begins to collapse
under the pressure. The question is what will give first, his spine, his ribs
or the muscles protecting his stomach. The answer is his ribs. They crack like
dried wood. He coughs up blood and Rebecca forces his face to the floor, but
she doesn't relinquish her hold, but instead keeps increasing the force,
pouring it on. He calf cuts through the muscles in Joey's abdomen and as soon
as the give way, Rebecca lets out a deep and guttural growl and rips her legs
backwards, blasting her calf deep into his vulnerable organs. Joey flaps,
trying desperately to release her grip, but she pushes her hips harder against
his spine, causing it to creak as it is stretched to its limits. And suddenly
she releases the hold and kicks him away. I'm not sure who's more shocked, me
or Joey. But I soon realise, it's not over. The look on her face shows no
relenting of the towering anger coursing through her right now. She pulls Joey
up to his feet and looks coldly into his eyes. Her arms wrap around his lower
back, already badly damaged, and she lifts him into a bear hug. She widens her
stance and takes several long deep breaths and then she starts to squeeze. The
pressure is insane, Joey looks like he'll be cut in half. A noise rises from
Rebecca's throat, purely animalistic. I've known her for years, I've seen her
angry, but nothing like this, she's no longer human. Her body tightens,
muscles across her back flex, clearly seen under her shirt, her legs bear the
weight. The immense amount of tension in her body pushes her muscles to their
limits. Anger drives her further and her back starts to rip through her shirt.
Her growl intensifies as if, even now, there's room for more rage to build.
Her thighs begin to tear her trousers as she pours more power into the
bearhug. Joey's lower spine is creaking and finally gives in. A loud wet crack
as Rebecca shatters it. Joey is losing consciousness. Quickly, Rebecca adjusts
her grip, allowing him to slip down a little, putting her arms around his
upper chest and back. Now she tightens again, her shirt shreds at the back as
her muscles exert their full power. Her growling rises to a full roar as she
pours her full strength into the hold. Her tearing trousers rip across the
tops of her thighs and her roar reaches a crescendo as her arms crush through
Joey's ribcage, blood gushes from his mouth as Rebecca relentlessly squeezes
him. His ribs are snapping, breaking, shattering under the force, shard of
bone enter his lungs and heart, but still, Rebecca continues to hold him. The
roar hits a deafening end as her arms sink through what once was a bone cage.
She feels her victims squashed lungs against her biceps. She takes one more
deep breath and looks up at Joey's face. There is, miraculously, still life in
him. She takes another slow deep breath and then lets out a final roar. All of
her anger comes out in a wave as she straightens her arms out in front of her,
slamming her upper arms into Joey's sides there's a horrid sound as his lungs
are forced together with nothing to protect his organs inside. Rebecca
shudders as her roar subsides and her rage expires. She slowly brings herself
out of her squatted position and allows her arms to relax. The wet crash of
Joey's body hitting the floor as his liquified innards slosh around on impact
sounds through the office. Rebecca pulls herself to her full height and rolls
her shoulders backwards, muscles in her back flex as she releases the tension.
She kicks her legs to relax her thighs and then she turns to me and Aaron, a
smile on her face. Any sign of anger is gone. She looks slightly sadly at the
body of Paul. He hadn't done anything wrong but, was now collateral damage.
She shrugs and looks at me. "Do me favour and grab me another shirt out of the
cupboard over there would you?" she asks. I merely smile and grab one for her
as well as throwing her another pair of trousers. I look over to Aaron and
explain that both he and Paul were actually getting rewarded today. Each would
be in charge of their own block going forward. It was a shame about Paul but
now, Aaron would be running two blocks and taking a much bigger cut of the
profits. What I didn't say was how, obviously, this was also a message to the
two of them. Cross any one of the five heads in this operation and you could
expect this to be your future. Rebecca made Aaron dispose of the bodies, her
demeanour so completely different to the one we'd all just borne witness too.

She may be one of my closest friends, but I've just learned how truly
terrifying she is.