The Hunted: Trial by Fire
by Atomicboy
Atomicboy is hunted by the women that brutally sodomized and killed his friend.


"Do you know what kind of force they had to use to do this?" said the coroner.

I looked at Ballus' mingled body. "What happened to him."

"I can't say for sure. My theory is someone beat his face in with a some
kind of heavy object." The coroner pulled the sheet back. I couldn't tell
him this damage was done by three women. I saw it as it occurred. They took
turns beating on his face. They blacked both his eyes, and one woman busted
his teeth in by stomping on his face in a heavy high heeled boot. Even
after that they kept hitting him, systematically breaking all of his teeth
out, breaking his nose and crushing his jaw. "The suspect was beaten then
taken to the alley and sodomized with a huge object that ended up ripping
his intestines."

"Was that what killed him?" I asked.

"One of the things. His testicles were crushed, but his death came much
quicker than you think." The doctor took me to a cabinet and showed me a
shoe with a bloody five inch heel that he claimed made the hole in Ballus'
chest. I considered telling him what I knew, but I knew it would endanger
Fred. I informed them of who I "thought" it may be. "We're working on
fingerprints and dental records now."

"Oh you fingerprinted him?"

"Yea, and they were easy to get." The doctor waved Bally's limp hand, which
had been broken in several places. I was so angry. I turned and made my way
the door. The coroner called after me but this beating had been unjustified
and I didn't have time to answer stupid questions.

I had called the "Bootie Shaker's" strip club under the guise of looking
for a friend. I described him to the owner to try to get a better
understanding of that night. The guy actually knew Ballus said his
ex-girlfriend worked there and that he would always go backstage and talk
with her until her next set. They'd got into a fight that night, but to
his knowledge Ballus had never tried to attack her or anyone. Ann Masterson
was Ballus' ex. I had to find her too. I remembered her address from when
we went there to play video games on her Dreamcast. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's Bally's friend." I said.

She opened the door. She was about 5'8, slender but shapely. She had long
black hair and wore only an oversized button down shirt. "Hi." she said
smiling. "What's up? Where's Bal."

I had to chose my words carefully. "I don't know." I said, "I've been
looking for him and I heard you two hung out last night."

"Yea, he came to the club. I think he wants me back."

"Really?"

"Yea. Tell him I'm sorry for being such a bitch last night, but my tips
were down and I was kind'a sick. It was just a bad time for me."

"Hey, did anything strange happen last night? Other than you being
-'bitchy?'" I asked.

"What? What do you mean?"

"You know, strangers, people who weren't regulars."

"Sure, there's always people there like that. Last night these women were
there, lesbians I guess. But I was on stage and- "

I raised my hand because I knew a long story was coming."Hey, it was nice
seeing you again. I'll tell Ballus what you said." I didn't want to tell
her that her ex had been raped and killed by a group of female psychopaths.

"Thanks." She gave me a parting kiss on the cheek, then went back inside.

*************************************

I got to the barren art museum. Samantha was already there in a midnight
blue trench coat. I walked up to her, took my shades off and nodded. "Hey,
you alright?"

"I'm here aren't I?" she said. "What the hell is all this about."

"I'm sorry about all this, it's not my fault. I don't even know these
chicks. So why're they after us?"

"I don't know. They say he was disrespecting some girl at a strip show, but
the girl says there was no problem. I was reading an article on the
internet about a gang of women who go around beating up guys for little or
no reason. I blew it off as an urban legend, like the 'boy friend's dead
body on top of the hood' thing."

"You think this is them?"

"Same MO. They hang out at strip clubs and bars and wait for some poor
smuck to make the wrong move, but I never knew of them killing anyone."

"Maybe it was an urban legend and someone wants to make it real. Did you
call the cops?"

"Last night when I got home, but they didn't believe me." he said,
remembering the cops threatening to put in jail for a prank call. Suddenly
they heard the screech of tires. They looked up and saw a black jeep stop
by the curb. The doors opened  and three of the women from the club jumped
out. "Shit, run!" I shouted as Allura and I took off running with the women
not far behind. As we ran the women started to close that gap, until
Allura stopped, when I replay this it's in slow motion, but Sam spun around
and produced a small pistol from her inner pocket and blasted the one that
looked like Kim Chizevsky in the shoulder. I looked at her for a second,
then shook my head and we started to run again. "Dammit!" I shouted, "I
just remembered something!"

"What?"

"Fred was supposed to meet us here."

"Just as I completed that sentence I heard someone say "There's another one
of 'em!" I turned to see Fred coming across the streets with headsets and a
pair of shades on. "Meet me in the music store across the street!" She ran
for the store as I went back. I saw the one that looked like Yolanda Hughes
jump out the jeep, grab the unsuspecting Fred and send her fist into his
belly so hard his shades flew off and his radio fell to the ground in
pieces. The Masino and Rae Mokhtari look-a-likes ran for me after seeing
their friend's blood. Fred was taking a vicious beating. The woman rammed
her knee into his crouch and then slammed his head on the jeep hood. She
lifted his face up by his hair and spit in it, then with amazing forces
shoved his head forward into an oncoming punch. He was dazed and stumbling.
As he stumbled she lifted foot and bought it down hard on Fred's leg trying
to break it, and I think she did, he fell, then she began to stomp him.
After that she picked him up and body slammed him on the concrete.

The Rae Mokhtari clone ran at me swinging. "You son of a bitch! You shot
Janice!" she said. I dodged a few swings but I kept moving and didn't stay
to fight. I got over to Fred just in time to see the huge woman stomping
his face. She wasn't wasting any time in destroying him. No leg scissors or
anything like that just pure pain. She then jumped on his stomach a few
times, causing him to vomit upward and it came down on his face. She picked
up his legs and held them open then sent her foot between them. I got a
vicious flashback of a girl who wanted to do the same to me three years ago
in a martial arts class. As I moved closer I saw her pick her foot up and
bring it back down about three times. The closer I got the more I could
hear my friend's screams. As I drew in on them I saw her lift her leg and
bring it down with an incredible amount of force. I heard a loud pop and I
stopped in my tracks. Fred let out a short sigh, then passed out. The woman
looked at me, and continued to stomp. I looked back and the other two girls
were on me the one that had gotten shot was walking far behind them. I ran
at the woman by the car popping a switchblade. I tried to slice her. She
moved and came in for a punch. I blocked, but she grabbed my knife hand and
gave me an elbow to the face. I stumbled back. The other two girls finally
got there.

The Rae Mokhtari wannabe grabbed me my arms and flung me into a light post.
I was groggy and I could swear I was about to bleed from the head. I
started to run, but no one gave chase. I turned to see the chick that
looked like Rae Mokhtari bashing Fred's facing in with her fist. She turned
to me to see if I saw it, then they drug him to an alley. I ran after them
knowing it was a trap. By the time I got there the woman that looked like
Masino had produced a huge strap on device and was wearing it over her
clothes. Fred's pants were down and she began to sodomize my barely
conscious friend. This was all happening pretty much on the street and no
one was doing anything. I turned to try to get help but the Chizevsky twin
applied a bear hug. I couldn't get free. She threw me to the ground. I
could see the woman doing Fred try to force the whole plastic phallus into
him as deep as she could. It had to be about ten inches long and most of it
was going in. Her motions were quick and pounding. Fred didn't even seem to
be screaming or moving much anymore. The woman that looked like Rae turned
her attention to me. I got up as she walked over to me and the Chizevsky
chick tried to grab me again. I ducked under her arms, moved behind her and
kicked her into the oncoming Rae clone. I then ran to the record store
where Sam was.

***************************************

"What's happening out there?" asked Samantha.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said. I had called the cops and could
see them from the record store. The black jeep had pulled away, but I could
see the cops putting a body on a stretcher. I didn't even know if he was
still alive. I couldn't believe this. What had I gotten myself into? And
how? I've always stayed away from drugs and gangs, so there no reason I
should be losing two friends in two days. I grabbed Sam's hand and walked
out of the store.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know!" I said, "Some place safe." I looked around for the black
jeep but didn't see it. I could only hope they'd forgotten about me and
Samantha for now. We caught a cab and headed north. We got off on Belmont
and when to the Starbucks on the corner. We sat down at a table away from
the window. "I think Fred is dead." I said.

"What? That's not funny."

"It wasn't a joke. I think they killed him. He'll never be able to have
kids or maybe do anything else if he does live."

She buried her head in  her hands.

"I wish I would've gotten that gun you had before you left. I didn't know
you were packin' heat." I whispered.

"Are you saying this is my fault? You could've gotten the fuckin' gun anytime!"

"Shhh. No! No, it's not your fault." I reassured her as she began to weep
silently.

"What the hell is happening here?" she asked. I put my arms around her and
held her, knowing that I had to do something, but having no idea what. It
still baffled me how they knew to come to the museum.

To be continued..

-atomicboy@jps.net