Trouble in School
by Alpesco



She had scored well in the test that morning, and her most recent problems
seemed to be over. At just over sixteen and a half, Brionn was bright,
attractive, and popular with most of the class.

Tall and athletically built, she stood just over five foot ten, with long,
dark-blonde hair. Despite her good looks, no one who knew her messed with her.
She'd wrestled for the county and had kicked the butts of some of the biggest
guys in school. She already had black belts in four different martial arts,
although she had since grown bored with most of them. And she was startlingly
strong. I'd seen her pick a girl her own size in the school cheerleading team,
straight off the ground, and hold her above her head like a fiberglass dummy.
Dressed up, she could look as svelte as a magazine model, but beneath her
bronxed skin, she was pretty much solid muscle. Her shoulders were broad, her
waist narrow and her limbs etremely long. Her arms were clothed in smooth,
thick slabs of muscle that didn't really attract notice until she exerted
them. Today she was wearing a short skirt and a white crop top that
occasionally exposed a rippling washboard stomach that most of the boys in
school secretly envied.

As we came to the roadside, a station wagon drew up, driven by Frank Darvin,
her uncle and now legal guardian.

'Brionn!' he called out of the window.

'Yes?' she turned.

'The feed for the cattle is going to cost forty dollars more than we thought.
Is that ok?'

'No.' Brionn shook her head. 'It's not ok. Drive up to Frazer's place and
offer him 120 a load. Don't go higher than 130.'

'But I don't like dealing with Frazer.'

'I don't care what you like!' she said sharply. 'You make a deal with Frazer -
understand?'

He nodded meekly. Frank was a fairly large man in his forties, but to my
surprise he seemed to be being dominated by his sixteen year old ward.

'And have you finished painting the barn?' she asked, a clear edge in her
voice. It was almost as if she were the parent and he the child.

'It's nearly done,' Frank's voice was nervous. 'It's taking a bit longer than
we thought.'

'When I told you I wanted it finished today,' Brionn said. 'I meant it. You
just keep on trying to get away with as little work as possible. I hope I
won't have to withdraw any more of your priveleges.'

This at last seemed to stir her uncle into some form of reaction. 'You can't
talk to me like that - specially not in front of people.' he said sharply,
looking daggers at me. 'I'm your uncle and your guardian!'

'A court may have appointed you guardian,' the girl was not in the least bit
fazed, '..and allowed you to live in our house. But while you're here, you
answer to me. Now get out of the car,' she said dangerously.

'Why?' Frank was immediately subdued.

'Just get out of the car and give me the keys.'

I watched, incredulous, as he opened the door and stepped out of the station
wagon. He stood two inches taller than Brionn, and weighed a lot more, but he
seemed almost fearful, twitching nervously as he kept his distance from his
neice. 'You can't drive the car,' he said as he stayed at arms-length to drop
the keys into her outstretched hand. 'It's against the law.'

'I didn't say I was going to drive it.' Brionn's fist closed around the keys.
'...just that you're not. I'm removing your driving priveleges for a week,
starting now.' She looked at the bags of groceries in the back of the waggon.
'You can carry that stuff home, finish the barn, and then get on a bus to see
Frazer. If it isn't all done by the time I get back tonight, you'll lose even
more priveleges - understand?'

'But Brionn, that's not...'

'Do you understand?' Her raised voice cut through his, and silenced it
completely.

'Yes Brionn.' he said meekly, turning and beginning to unload the car as we
walked on to the luncheon plaza.

'How come you can boss your uncle around like that?' I asked.

'Because he and that wife of his are freeloaders who thought they'd get easy
pickings taking over my parents' land!' she said sharply. 'Well now they're
learning different. They thought they could get some court to give them legal
guardianship over Hannah and me, and then rob the farm blind. Instead I'm
making sure they answer to me!'

'He seemed pretty submissive.'

'That's because the last time he tried to mess with me, he ended up with four
broken ribs among other things. I can hit pretty hard and a lot too fast for
him to block anything.' She raised her right arm and flexed it. I'd seen her
do it before, but it still amazed me how that huge bicep just seemed to pop
out of nowhere. Her arms weren't thin. You could see there was muscle there,
even when they weren't flexed. When she flexed, however, her arm seemed to
double in thickness, a huge boulder, like a mini-football, gathering itself
together in her upper arm and ballooning upward and outward. It was so
impressive I couldn't draw my eyes away until she relaxed, and the bicep
vanished once more. 'Wow,' I hissed.

That was the afternoon that things all went wrong. I'd thought it would all go
off very easily. The class were doing basketball practice, the girls on one
outdoor court, the boys indoors. All that my associates had to do was burst in
through the open wire gate, grab the target, and take her away. It was that
simple. I wouldn't even be involved.

At 2.30, I edged towards the girls' court, as arranged. I saw the black car
draw up on the road outside. Thirty seconds later, two men in woollen masks
burst into the middle of the court carrying baseball bats.

There was screaming confusion. The game broke up in panic. Mr Birke, the
junior coach, strode forward to challenge the intruders, only to be clubbed to
the ground senseless by the bigger of the two men. I ran forward, supposedly
to help, actually to stand directly behind Elissa, the target.

I saw the barely noticeable nod as my silent message was acknowledged. They
lunged towards the thin, black-haired girl, dragging her, screaming, from the
main group.

'Down on the ground!' Vince, the second of the kidnappers roared to the rest,
swinging his baseball bat threateningly. 'And you won't get hurt!'

I and the bulk of the girls obeyed, as Vince began to drag the target out
towards the waiting car. It was nearly done - and it had gone without a hitch
- my part in the affair would never be known of. Then, suddenly, it all began
to go wrong.

It was Brionn. I might have reckoned she'd be the one to cause trouble. I
should have warned Mr Bachman about her when I'd agreed to help.

Seemingly as stunned by the turn of events as everyone else, Brionn had been
silent until now. But as she saw Elissa being dragged away, she gave a sharp
cry, and ran forward to try and stop the abduction.

In truth I was more worried for Brionn than anything else. I didn't want to
get involved in real violence, and these were hard guys. Brionn might be
considered pretty tough in school, but this was another league.

Hank, the larger of the two guys, spun round and tried to lay her outwith his
makeshift club - but she was a lot more agile than I thought. She ducked,
rolling beneath the blow, then back up to her feet again without losing
forward pace. In a heartbeat she was level with Vince, and yanked Elissa from
his astonished grip.

I cursed silently. This was going to slow things down, and the slower things
went, the greater the likelihood of our getting caught. There was little
chance of being disturbed out here, that was why Mr Bachman had chosen this
time and place, but I wanted it to be over.

Instead, the damn rich girl was running for the edge of the court and a
furious Vince was turning on the sixteen year old schoolgirl in front of him.
I was confident he would make short work of her, after all he was at least her
height, and forty pounds heavier than her.

'Get the mark!' he yelled at Hank even as he lashed out furiously at Brionn
with his bat.

Somehow she ducked beneath Vince's swinging blow, bending her knees and
leaning back in almost a limbo movement, then she sprang back, like an
uncoiling spring, to land a heavy kick in her unbalanced assailant's
newly-exposed side. Vince groaned, dropping the bat as the girl span round to
kick out sharply at the knee of Hank behind her. The kick was heavy, I could
hear the impact from where I sat at the edge of the court. The large man gave
an angry cry of pain. He tried to turn to face her, wincing as he put weight
on his damaged knee. Turning, Brionn ran towards the still-off-balance Vince,
ducking beneath a wild punch to wrap one arm round his legs and the other
about his body. Straightening with a smooth, rising stretch, she lifted the
180 pound man right off his feet and up and up to shoulder height. I marvelled
at her strength. She made it look easy. And her right arm kept on lifting,
raising her captor's legs high above his head before slamming his body down,
face down, onto the hard court.

Now she turned to leap on Hank's back, coiling one of her long arms round his
neck and sending the other snaking beneath his right arm to link up with the
first. Once linked, her arms tightened strongly.

This new attack caught Hank completely by surprise. Even so I expected him to
throw the girl off easily - but to my dismay he seemed to be having a hard
time doing so. Brionn hung on like a limpet, her long arms tightening about
his neck and arm. I watched, transfixed, as the solid muscles of her arms
swelled and rippled, growing and defining themselves as they began to pour on
the power. And fiercely as Hank struggled, he was unable to free himself. His
right arm was constricted in Brionn's powerful grip, and as that grip
tightened, I could see him beginning to gasp loudly for breath.

A furious Vince ran forward to rip her off, but Brionn shot back one long,
flexible leg to kick him in the stomach, bringing him to a halt. Then, putting
all of her weight on Hank, she arched backward, raising both legs clean off
the ground, to sweep them around the chest of the disarmed Vince behind her.

Her long legs completely encircled Vince, trapping his arms at his sides as
her ankles crossed and locked behind his back. Suddenly Brionn was transformed
into a living bridge between the two men, supported wholly off the ground by
them both. In front, her arms were coiled tightly around the larger man's neck
and shoulder. Behind, her powerful legs were wrapped solidly around Vince.

I was stunned. This sixteen year old - this schoolgirl - had just fashioned
her body into a living chain binding these two powerful men together! And to
my horror, neither seemed able to tear himself free. I watched them struggle
desperately to escape her coiling limbs, but Brionn was just too strong. The
grip of her legs was unbreakable, I could see that. I could see the full
glorious length of them now beneath her tiny sports skirt. They were as
powerful as two anacondas locked about their prey, and just as packed with
crushing, sinuous muscle. Vince had as much chance of breaking their grip as
he had of snapping a two foot tree trunk in half. I doubted three strong men
could prise those long legs apart if Brionn did not wish it. Her arms too
seemed easily strong enough to maintain their iron clamp about Hank's neck and
shoulder for some time to come. She was clearly very strong, far stronger than
either of them had expected.

And in spite of the two men's furious struggles, she kept her body straight
and unbending, holding both of them far apart and unable to join forces. The
strong, knotted muscles of her midriff rippled and shimmered as they held her
ramrod straight. And now I could see Brionn's face set as her long arms and
legs began to squeeze both of her captives still tighter, pouring on the
pressure.

Surely she couldn't be strong enough to overpower two full-grown men? They had
to be able to hurt her somehow, they had to be able to break free. But why was
it taking so long? I gritted my teeth, waiting for them to tear themselves
free, but appallingly, it was Brionn who seemed to be gaining in strength.
Neither man could tear as much as an arm free to strike at her, and Vince was
beginning to redden and grunt with pain as the girl's iron thighs constricted
about his ribs. His breaths began to come in ever more tortured gasps as her
powerful legs squeezed tighter and tighter, remorselessly crushing his chest,
his angry shouts deepening into loud roars of pain.

The other end of Brionn's body seemed to be doing almost as much damage to
Hank. Thick muscles bunched and corded along her long arms as they continued
to tighten their grip, steadily increasing their pressure about his neck and
shoulder. His right arm hung limp now, its blood supply cut off by the immense
constriction. He too was gasping for breath as Brionn's linked arms finally
gripped each other at the elbows, gaining even greater leverage to crush his
chest and windpipe. His left hand clawed weakly to try to break her
stranglehold, but he was beginning to stagger, the combination of the
stranglehold, his knee injury and exhaustion draining his remaining strength.

At last the appalling truth came home to me that both men were only going to
grow weaker, while the girl who held them in her coils was as strong, if not
stronger than ever. As if to underline this fact, Brionn's legs gave another
powerful surge, clamping their grip still tighter about Vince's chest and
sending him falling to his knees in pain.

I was close to panic. This couldn't be happening! These two men were
professionals. Together they must weigh more than three times what Brionn did.
How could they allow this single schoolgirl to defeat them - to overpower both
of them, as she was doing? The seated girls at last began to realise that
their two attackers were in trouble.

'Go Brionn!' one called. Now they all began to cheer her on, rising to their
feet.

'Someone run for help!' one said.

I panicked. This wasn't supposed to be happening. If these men were caught, my
part in the plan was sure to come out. 'No.' I screamed, running over to
prevent Elissa leaving. 'There isn't time!'

But I didn't know what to do next. I couldn't help the two kidnappers without
betraying my involvement in the plan, but I needed them to get away. Behind me
I could hear Vince's groans of pain as Brionn's so powerful legs crushed all
resistance out of him. I turned to see him fully stretched out on the ground.
He looked bad. His face was red and full of pain. He could hardly breathe, and
Brionn's legs did not even seem to be straining. I could see that she could
squeeze even harder if she chose, with virtually no effort. Hank looked nearly
as bad, the girl's arms were so strong. They were like two muscular pythons
about his neck, crushing the breath and the consciousness out of him.

'Help Brionn!' I shouted, hoping that if the other girls obeyed me, they might
hinder more than help, enabling Brionn's hold on the two assailants to be
broken in the confusion.

'There's no need.' Brionn's voice was amazingly clear and calm as she
countermanded my order. She wasn't even breathing that hard, and she'd nearly
destroyed these two men! 'I've already got them good. Just one more squeeze..'

Vince screamed as her legs tightened once again, this time accompanied by the
deep dull crack of half a dozen ribs snapping in one big squeeze. Gritting her
teeth, the infernal harpy now poured all of her power into her arms,
increasing the pressure about Hank's neck and chest until the six foot tall
kidnapper slumped into unconsciousness. To a huge cheer from the girls she at
last uncoiled her strong arms, letting the heavy body fall flat on the ground.
Then she unfolded those powerful legs and stood, leaving Vince moaning in
agony on the ground.

'I think all we need now,' she said, 'is the police.'

'Wow!' the girls flipped over their classmate's prowess. 'I knew you wrestled,
but we didn't know you were so strong!'

I ran up to Hank, to see if there was some way I could revive him, help them
both to escape now they were free of Brionn's devastating embrace. But Hank
was still out cold, and Vince needed nothing less than a medical team to move
him safely. I cursed silently. What had Brionn done to me? How had these two
useless bozos managed to get overpowered by a schoolgirl?

The unthinkable was happening. These two guys had been captured by Brionn and
laid out like hunks of meat for the police. I could only hope they would leave
me out of it when they did tell their stories in court.

And what would Mr Bachman say? It was because I owed him so much money that
I'd agreed to help in this kidnap. Now he would be even angrier...

My thoughts were interrupted by a harsh voice from the side o the court.

'Get to the side of the court, all of you!'

I looked up and rejoiced. It was the best sight I'd seen in my life - Logan,
holding a gun. Logan - one of Mr Bachman's head goons. I guessed he'd been
waiting at the wheel of the car.

'Who did this?' Logan said, staring at the destroyed Vince, a trickle of blood
now running from his mout.

No one answered. Brionn was with the rest of us at the side of the court.

'I asked a question!' Logan said, then changed his tack.

He looked straight at me. 'What happened here, Colson?' he asked.

I was shocked. Logan had just blown my cover!

'Do you know these men?' Brionn asked in astonishment.

'I... I..' What was I to do? 'It was her!' I made my decision at last,
pointing to Brionn. 'She did it!'

'Her?' Logan frowned in disbelief. 'You're telling me that schoolkid
totalled...? Well you can tell me your story later. We've no time. Colson, get
the target. And the rest of you.' He waved his gun at the fifteen girls. 'Get
these two men to the car.'

My mind raced. What should I do? Damn the girl, Brionn. Why hadn't she just
let things happen as they were meant to? But after all, Logan had a gun. I
could always say later that he'd forced me to help him. I went and grabbed
Elissa. I turned to see the girls beginning too drag the two injured men
towards the waiting car. Brionn was among them, only six feet from the
gun-waving Colson! The fool. He hadn't listened to me! After all what danger
did he fear from a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl?

I called out a warning - but too late, a sudden high kick from Brionn sent
Logan's gun flying across the court. Before he had fully realised what was
happening, she hit him. Even I was astonished by the shocking power of that
first shattering punch. Her right arm streaked in towards Colson's jaw like a
missile, her entire bodyweight and the twisting power of every muscle in her
body behind it. I'd heard people talk about how hard Brionn could hit, but I'd
never seen her at full throttle before. It was awesome.

The crack of the impact echoed across the court like a gunsot as the six foot
three Colson staggered backward, his jaw a shattered wreck. Not giving him a
second to recover, Brionn stepped forward to send in three more savage
punches, each one seeming stronger and more punishing than the one before. Two
crashed into either side of the big man's face, breaking cheekbones and
causing torrents of blood to flow down his face. The third smashed deep into
his stomach, doubling him over in pain.

Another three huge punches crashed in. Each heavy blow was accompanied by a
huge cheer from the watching girls. But it was the sheer potency of Brionn's
punches that stunned me. I don't know whether I expected them to bounce
harmlessly off the larger man or not, but I never expected a girl's punches to
do so much damage. He was doubled over with pain, his face streaming with
blood, and Brionn's strong arms had barely begun their work. I could see from
Brionn's face and her body language that she had a lot more punches left in
her, and heavy ones at that.

What I did expect, however, was for Logan to at least fight back, to stop this
damned girl who was ruining everything. If he could get in a big punch or two
of his own, I was sure that was all it would take to lay the bitch out. But
those first four huge punches of Brionn's seemed to have slowed him, to have
disoriented him. He tried to hit back, to counterattack, but Brionn dodged his
slow and clumsy swings easily. Then she really cut loose. The girls went wild
as Brionn unleashed six more massive blows to Logan's face and body, drawing
six deep moans of pain as they sent him staggering backward.

She halted her onslaught a moment to let him draw himself to a halt. Then,
without warning, a huge kick from her right leg hurled him into the wire fence
at the back of the court with such enormous force that he rebounded on the
wire and was thrown straight back towards her. Her eyes squinted as she
stepped forward to meet him, launching a shattering sequence of five truly
devastating punches. The bitch ripped them in, one after the other, with all
the coiled power of her long body, and they did immense damage. Bones
shattered in his face, collar and chest, and where were no bones to break, as
when a blow landed in his stomach, the cavernous sound of the impact seemed
even worse. Logan was hurled backward once more by the sheer weight of
Brionn's shot, but this time, he could not remain standing. He fell to one
knee and began to throw up all over the court. I hoped for a moment he might
get up again, but he was too badly hurt. He remained on his knees for a
minute, then, with a dark groan of pain he slumped to his face on the ground.

'The other guy's coming round!' someone shouted.

And indeed, Hank, the least damaged of the original attackers, was now
conscious and getting back to his feet.

'No problem.' said Brionn, turning round to send three more massive punches
scything into his head. I don't know how she managed to keep on generating
that enormous amount of power, but the three blows struck like concussion
shells sending him straight back into unconsciousness.

'You're so powerful!' Some of the girls were almost swooning at Brionn's
display of raw punching power. I too was impressed. She'd just totalled three
grown men, and she still looked capable of handing out more. She was barely
even sweating.

'Come here.' She turned to me.

'Look,' I stumbled forward into the accusing throng. 'Please don't hit me.
They made me do it. I didn't want to. I swear.'

'Who made you do it - and what did they make you do?'

I looked at Brionn's still-clenched fist and the long, muscular arm behind it.
I'd seen what those arms could do to bigger men than me, and Brionn was pumped
now and ready to go. I was frightened.

'Look. You don't need to hit me. I'll tell you the truth...'

'Punch his lights out, the creep!' someone shouted.

Brionn twitched. In panic, I shot out a punch, a first strike, aimed straight
at her temple. Perhaps if I could get the first heavy blow in, she'd go out
like a light.

But she was so fast. She leaned easily out of the way of my punch.

But I'm pretty fast too. I slammed a follow-up into her stomach. That's when
the sinking feeling came. The shot hit home, but to my dismay it was like
hitting a car tire. Those washboard abs of hers. They were so hard they
stopped my best punch dead.

Now I was in real trouble. What felt like a meteorite slammed into the side of
my head. Brionn's fist was so hard. I saw lights, and felt an awesome wave of
pain. Then a worse one struck as her second blow plowed into the other side of
my skull. The pain was appalling. I've never in my life been hit so hard. There
was blood in my mouth, blood in my eyes. I could hardly see. The whole world
seemed to be spinning. I was almost totally disorientated.

I knew that somewhere beyond tnat wall of dizziness, pain and confusion stood
Brionn, but I didn't know where. I could see nothing but shadows. I struck out
blindly, wildly, in panic, but my blows hit only air. I was already beaten,
but not conscious enough to surrender. Then it came. I didn't even see it
coming. A third blow hit me in the chest. I heard cheers as it struck, drowned
out in a blazing furnace of pain as three or four of my ribs caved in. How
could that bitch hit so hard? I staggered backward. A fourth punch caught me
as I fell, quadrupling the pain.

I'm sure I went out for a moment. I came to on the ground, covered in my own
blood. Brionn's blows had been so hard they must have given me a severe shock
to my system because I just couldn't stop shaking.

'Stand up.' Brionn ordered quietly. 'Please don't.. don't hit me again..' I
burbled incoherently. I began to cry.. I daren't disobey her, daren't try to
lie anymore. I was totally humiliated, my life in ruins, all because of this
girl and her needless choice to interfere.

Brionn was a local hero after that. The kidnappers, all of us, went to jail.
My testimony fingered Bachman, and I got a reduced youth custody sentence. I
should be out in a year or so. Then all I'll have to worry about is Mr
Bachman's associates. Anyway they say you can live quite well in Patagonia if
you have a trade.