The Young Orderly
by Alpesco
Brionn's patients tested and found wanting.


My name is Tony Laing. I was just 40 years old, and had had an operation for
damaged tendons in my knee. For the past six days I'd been recovering at the
Civic Hospital. I'd been exercising every day, and now I could walk almost
unaided. I didn't move very fast, but I'd still be able to go home soon.

But now it was 2am, and I had a job to do. My friend, Jack Lee, had asked me
to give him a little helping hand while I was in here - take advantage of a
fortunate situation. All I had to do was get up to the next floor and get hold
of some official drug prescription blanks. He said it was child's play, and it
would be worth a straight six hundred dollars for every hundred forms.

I'd managed to sneak past the nurse on duty and up the stairs to the
administrative floor. It had been slow and painful, but I'd done it. Nobody
suspected a limping 40 year-old in nightclothes moving about a hospital. Like
Lee had said, there was no-one up on this floor, so I limped on down the
corridor, and found the right door. It was locked, but I had it open in a
moment, and it only took me a couple of minutes to find the forms. I stuffed
them into the inside of the special robe Lee had brought me.

I'd just stepped out of the store room when another door opened just down the
corridor. And out stepped someone I knew. It was one of the volunteer
orderlies who had helped me with my exercises. A fifteen-year-old girl named
Brionn.

"Mr Laing," She said, coming over. "What are you doing up here?" I cursed
silently, thankful that the stolen forms were safely in the concealed pockets
of my robe.

"I... I got lost," I lied. "Someone else was using the washroom I normally
use, so I tried to find another.."

"You came all the way up here with your bad knee?" the girl approached. Was
she suspicious? She was already an inch taller than me, at five feet ten tall.
Her blonde hair was cropped to her neckline. Instead of her normal baggy white
coat, she wore a white, sleeveless top that left her long arms bare. She
looked very different like this. I'd not seen her arms bare before, and they
looked much heavier and longer than I had imagined. The tee shirt clung
tightly to her body, emphasizing her broad shoulders and startlingly narrow
waist. Her build was very athletic. I noted her hard, flat stomach, and the
way her black pants strained against long, powerful legs.

"The knee didn't hurt too bad," I said. "I didn't move fast."

"But how will you get back to the ward?" she asked. I was relieved that she
didn't seem suspicious of my being here. She only seemed interested in how I
got back.

"It's no trouble," I smiled. "I'll get there just like I came up."

"No," the girl shook her head. "You can't walk all that way. You'll damage
your knee."

She stepped to my right, and suddenly her left arm curled behind my back and
her right swept under my knees, flexing easily to pick me right up off the
floor! Before I had time to object or realise what was happening I was lying
outstretched, cradled in the teenager's long arms.

For a second I just lay there, surprised how firm the girl's arms felt beneath
me. She was very strong. There was no "give" in them at all. I weighed 160
pounds but this fifteen-year-old seemed able to carry me with ease.

She grinned at the look of surprise on my face. "Don't worry about me," she
said. "I'm plenty strong enough to carry you back to the ward. I could carry
you all night if I wanted to." As she spoke, I felt her arms harden beneath me
as she raised them both even higher, raising my body up with them until it was
on a level with her face, nearly six feet off the ground. She held me there
for a minute before lowering me slowly back to chest level again. She was
certainly very strong. Her arms seemed as firm as iron pillars beneath me. But
I daren't let her find the stolen prescription blanks. Already I could feel
the bundles sliding about within my robe.

"There's no need to carry me," I said, struggling to get free. "I can manage.
Let me down!"

"I can't do that," Brionn's voice came softly, as I felt her arms tighten
their grip on my legs and body. "I couldn't take the risk of you damaging that
knee."

The girl's arms were really strong - and they were steadily increasing their
grip on my body. Her right was already crushing my legs so firmly together
that I couldn't move either of them an inch in any direction. Her left was
pinning my right arm and body into immobility. I looked down at her bare right
arm as it supported me. Its solid bicep was swollen and hard, a
grapefruit-sized mound of muscle that seemed to be growing even larger as it
continued to contract.

"Don't try to struggle," the kid warned. "You'll only hurt yourself."

Irritated, I tried again to twist myself free. But incredibly, the fierce grip
the girl's arms already had on me tightened dramatically. I suddenly found
myself completely immobile as her arms turned to steel around me. It was like
being held in an iron clamp. And still those strong arms continued to
constrict, as her biceps grew even more starkly defined. I was actually
beginning to hurt as her steely arms bit into my ribs and thighs.

"Ooooowww!" I cried out loud.

"Just relax," she ordered, "and I won't have to squeeze you so hard."

"You've got really strong arms," I groaned.

"I work out, do a lot of martial arts, lift patients," the teenager said as
she began to move off down the corridor toward the stairway.

But still her crushing grip did not relent, remaining so fierce that I felt
the blood supply to my extremities cutting off.

"I'm not struggling any more," I said.

"Oh. Sorry!" Brionn said, relaxing her grip just enough to ease the pain and
discomfort while still holding me securely. "Better? Sometimes I don't realise
I'm hurting people when I squeeze real hard. I forget how much strength I've
got. My arms can crack some guys ribs when I really rack up the pressure."

I could believe her. This tall teenager seemed to have no trouble carrying me,
and she had enough strength left over to make it too painful for me to
struggle. I wondered what to do next. There was no way this interfering kid
was going to let me walk back to my bed on my own, and I could not free myself
from those powerful arms of hers. Better just let her carry me for a few
moments, then get rid of her as soon as I could.

To my surprise she carried me straight past the stairway I'd walked up, and
continued on down the passage.

"It's not safe to carry you down a flight of stairs," she said. "Anyway, I
need to get something from the orderly room before I take you back."

"Just hang on round my neck," she said as we came to a closed door. I did so,
as she moved her right arm from under my legs to just beneath my butt.

Then she just let go of my body with her left hand, supporting my entire
bodyweight on her right arm as she used her left to open the door! To my
amazement, her right arm showed no weakness at all. It held as firm as a steel
brace beneath me as it carried ninety percent of my bodyweight.

Once she was inside the room, she brought her other arm back to help carry me,
but I was still amazed by the incredible strength in that long right arm of
hers. She used both her arms now to raise me a foot higher, and then lay me
out flat on an upper bunk. Leaving me there, she picked up some notebooks from
a cabinet, then turned back to me.

"Look," I said. "I'm sure I can walk from here."

"There's no need," the infuriating girl said, snaking her big arms beneath me
again, and lifting me off the bunk like a two-year-old. "Stuff like this is
what I'm here for."

She used the same one-armed maneuver again to shut the door behind her, then
continued to stride down the empty corridor with me cradled in her arms. I
didn't try to struggle now. I knew that it was pointless. The
fifteen-year-old's dominating arms could clearly take my weight with ease for
the moment. But she had to tire soon. She was only a kid, and I was a
full-grown man. Even so I was beginning to feel really powerless and
humiliated. I couldn't do what I wanted. I was under the control of this girl
younger than my daughter!

When we reached the elevators, she pressed the call button with one finger and
waited before stepping inside.

"Aren't you getting tired yet?" I asked as the elevator started moving.

Brionn shook her head. "Just one of my arms can take your whole bodyweight for
a lot longer than you'd think. With both, its just like carrying a baby." To
demonstrate, she used her arms to toss me a foot in the air, before catching
me again.

At that moment the doors opened, to reveal a couple of surprised nurses, who
giggled to see this 40 year-old man being carried so easily by a
fifteen-year-old girl. They squeezed in, as Brionn carried me out.

It was only then that she realised that we were not on the expected floor.
Instead we were in a dimly-lit, empty corridor and all the doors leading off
the passage were locked.

"Those two nurses must have called the elevator before I pressed the down
button." Brionn snorted. "Now we're on a floor I've never seen before."

She pressed the elevator call-button several times, and waited, but nothing
happened. She pressed the button again, but something seemed to have gone
wrong with the system.

"Damn!" she said, turning away. "They said some of the elevators might be off
tonight for maintenance. Why now?"

Impatiently, she turned and strode down the empty corridor, still carrying me
in her arms. I was really uncomfortable now, and again tried to struggle free.
But the teenager's arms were as strong as ever. Carrying me didn't seem to
have tired them at all so far. I felt the solid biceps harden beneath me as
she tightened her grip to hold me immobile.

"Owww!" I said as the pressure grew uncomfortable again.

"I'm still plenty strong," Brionn said irritably. "Don't bug me - just keep
still while I find a way out of here!"

"Okay," I said, "But you're hurting me!"

"Well don't struggle," the girl sighed as she allowed her grip to loosen a
fraction. "That was just to hold you still. It's still only about two thirds
the pressure I could put on if I really wanted." I was still uncomfortable,
but remained quiet.

We came to a pair of locked double doors that blocked our way forward.

Beneath me, I heard Brionn tut in irritation. She took a half step back. Then
I saw her right leg fly forward, to crash powerfully into the double doors. I
could feel the power of the impact jar through my body as she continued to
hold me tight. There was an explosion of noise as the twin doors just burst
apart, sending inch-thick shards of wood flying across the empty ward beyond.

"Shit!" I said, still lying in her arms. Both doors had been blasted open to
their full extent by the girl's one powerful kick. The locks, handles and
bolts had been ripped off the framework, along with jagged hunks of wood. One
of the two doors hung precariously from just one of its hinges, the other
having been torn completely off. The second door almost looked worse. It still
hung on by both hinges, but there was a huge pattern of cracks running from
where the girl's sneaker had struck it, right to the inner edge. Brionn had
destroyed both inch-thick doors in less than a second, with just one massive
kick.

Drawing a breath, the girl walked calmly through the wreckage as if nothing
unusual had happened, passing into an empty ward. "Where is the damn
stairway?" she said.

I said nothing as she strode the entire length of the ward and down another
corridor to a small lobby lit only by emergency lamps. The room looked like a
dead-end, but to the left was a glass door leading to a stairwell. The door
was chained shut.

Now at last the girl halted and set me back down on my feet, stepping back to
windmill her big arms and restore the circulation. Just her sweeping those big
arms around was quite intimidating. They were very long and clearly very heavy
and densely muscled. I got out of their way. I didn't fancy being hit by one,
even by accident. I took a step backward and examined the locked door. I could
see stairs leading up and down beyond, and another elevator.

"This whole floor must be out of use," said Brionn pulling at the chained
door. "But there should be an emergency key behind glass here somewhere, in
case of fire."

She looked round, then saw the smashed pane of glass near the door where the
key should have been. "Damn!" she hissed. "Stand back. I think I'll have to
kick this door down too."

As I moved aside, a pack of the stolen prescription blanks suddenly slipped
out of my robe pocket, and fell to the floor. I tried to pick it up, but the
girl got to it first.

"What are these?" she demanded, examining them.

"Nothing," I said. "Just some old papers."

"They're prescription forms!" she said. "You shouldn't have these! Where did
you get them?" Her hand snaked to my robe, pulling it open to reveal the other
pads of prescription blanks that were stashed there.

"Look," I said. "This is just a harmless piece of business. We don't have to
tell anyone about this, do we. What if I give you two hundred bucks to forget
you saw these? That's a lot of money for a girl like you.."

CRAAACCKK! The sheer brute power of the blow that crashed into the side of my
face sent me spinning four paces backward into the wall. I didn't believe a
girl could punch so hard! It was like being hit by a small car! I saw lights,
felt a hot blaze of pain in the side of the face, then I hit the wall hard. My
whole body hurled across the room by the force of her blow. Shit! This girl's
arms were so strong! She seemed able to hit with a force equal to my whole
bodyweight! I remained on my feet, but I was in shock. I couldn't focus, and
the whole hallway seemed to be spinning.

Then the second punch hit, even harder than the first! Again I crashed into
the wall as the side of my face exploded in pain. I cried out as I tasted
blood inside my mouth and felt my cheekbone crack. I felt giddy, sick. I
couldn't keep my balance. I slumped to the floor. My head aching badly. Those
two punches were frightening, terrible.

"Do you want any more?" the fifteen-year-old said.

"Please, no," I mumbled, looking up at my assailant, her fist tight clenched.

"Stand up," she ordered.

I did so, shakily stumbling to my feet. I held up my hand, frightened that she
would choose to hit me again.

"We're going to the Hospital Administrator as soon as we get out of here," the
girl frowned. "And you're going to explain what you're doing with those drug
prescriptions and who else you're working for. Any objections?"

"No. No." I submitted completely. Her bare arms looked big and strong now that
they were pumped and ready for action. I knew what those arms could do now,
and on no account did I want to get hit by them again. "Please!" I begged.
"Don't hit me - but can't you just let me go? I haven't done this before.."

"Who do you work for?" the girl asked. "And don't lie." She drew her big right
arm a foot farther back.

"He works for me." A voice came from behind us. I swung round, relieved to see
Jack Lee a couple of yards down the corridor. He had the key to the outer door
in his hand. "You were supposed to meet me in the concourse, Tony.." He glared
at me.

"This girl interfered," I said. "She brought me here."

"You should have got rid of her," Lee said. "Now I'll have to do it." He
produced a blackjack from his pocket, and stepped forward.

But already I knew the guy just didn't stand a chance. Brionn moved with
surprising fluidity as her big arms delivered three huge punches to Lee's face
and body before he could get in range. She hit incredibly fast for such a big
kid, but this did not reduce the power of her punches by a jot. The girl's
punches were shockingly hard, the harsh crack of their impacts echoing round
the enclosed space as her opponent was driven backward.

Lee stumbled back into the wall as those big punches swung in. He hit the wall
hard, already looking barely conscious. A stream of blood ran down his face
from an obviously broken nose. His jaw was already bruised and misshapen.

"You better tell me everything you know," the girl said, "or I'll give you the
same again, and then some!"

"You bitch..." He lurched forward.

CRAK! CRAKK! CRAAACKKK! Three more big punches tore into him, straight from
Brionn's shoulders. And I do mean tore. The girl's arms were just so strong!
His whole body was jerked about like a rag doll as those heavy punches crashed
home. He seemed to buckle in the middle as the first blow tore into his solar
plexus. Her second, to the base of his jaw, straightened him right up again,
just in time for her awesome third to send him crashing into an upright
cabinet.

He stood propped-up there for a moment, then his legs gave way beneath him and
he slumped to the floor, unconscious.

"That was pretty easy!" Brionn said, linking her big arms in front of her as
she turned back to me. "I really like to give my arms a regular workout!"

"You can't hand me in!" I said, darting forward to pick up the door key Jack
had dropped when she'd first hit him. Backing away toward the big upright
snack-vending machine that stood against the corridor wall, I forced the key
through the coin slot. "There!" I said. "We're still locked in!"

The girl approached and shook the six-foot-tall metal vend-o-mat, but the key
was safe inside. There was no way to get it out.

"Look," I said, throwing the prescription forms on the floor. "Just let me go,
see. I'm small fry. Hand in Jack.."

"Just stand perfectly still," Brionn frowned, her eyes squinting. "..or you're
going to get hurt."

"Wha..?" I froze as Brionn drew back her big right fist, emphasizing the heavy
ball of muscle in her bicep as she contracted her arm.

"Please! No!" I begged. Then she unleashed her fist, straight past me, and
into the side of the metal snack machine! The noise of the impact was
deafening, echoing around the whole upper floor of the building. There was a
heavy crash, combined with a horrendous screaming and bending of metal, as the
appalling power of Brionn's punch sent the heavy unit scraping three feet
across the floor. I cowered away as Brionn's fist drew slowly back, to reveal
a broad, deep dent in the side of the machine.

The metal all around the point of impact was deeply buckled and deformed.
Again Brionn's fist lashed forward, plowing in to the dented machine. Again
the metal squealed and buckled, the heavy machine screaming farther back
across the concrete floor. I thought someone must hear this terrible noise and
come running, but the thick concrete floors seemed to insulate all sound.

Brionn took two steps forward, then again sent her fist smashing into the
damaged machine. The noise of this third impact seemed even greater than the
first two. The metal buckled deeply all along the sides as the impact crashed
home, bursting open the door of the first food compartment. Its lock broken,
its door twisted out of shape, packets of stale cookies spilled out onto the
floor.

Again her big right fist lashed into the hundred pound machine, and again, and
then again. She squinted, then powered in her left, her right and then another
left, the noise deafening as her angular fists tore into the tortured sheet
metal. Safety glass exploded across the hall and snack packets spilled
everywhere. This girl was totally destroying the vending machine with just her
bare hands! The metal screamed and twisted as the heavy unit crashed,
screeching, into the side wall. Another huge blow drove in, and the doors of
all the remaining compartments burst open.

Again Brionn's big arms tore in to what was left of the six-foot unit. It was
almost unrecognizable now, bent and compacted under the fearsome barrage of
blows it had received. I cowered into a corner as two more blows powered in.
Crumpled into a mess, the final door burst open and the cash box spilled out
across the floor.

At last the girl's big arms halted their onslaught. She drew a big breath and
looked at the results of their work. The machine was totally destroyed - a
mass of burst and twisted metal. She bent and picked up the door key from the
remains of the cash box.

"That felt good," she said, windmilling her big arms, then raising them into
an awesome double bicep.

"Now you won't be giving me any more trouble, will you, Mr Laing?" she said.

I shook my head.