The Return 
By Crossmanx
She's been away for a long time, but now she's back and old memories and acquaintances are reignited.

By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.

The Return

The quiet early morning countryside, where normal only a few chirping bird and
the distance hum of some farm machinery could be heard, was shattered by an
eruption of sound as the motorbike sped its way down the normally peaceful
roads at speed. It's engine screamed as it was being pushed to its limit as
the driver negotiated tight bends, narrow roads and swerved in and out of the
odd car that where brave enough to be out with this rider on the same road.
Some miles on after the bike has devastated the quiet and serene countryside
it came to a halt on top of the brow of a large hill that overlooked the open
landscape for miles. In the middle of this tranquil scene was a small town or
was it a large village, it was somewhere that hadn't quite made up its mind
what it was or wanted to be. The rider removed their helmet to reveille the
face of an attractive women in her late 20's, she smiled as she looked down on
what was her home, where she had been brought up but had not been back to for
a number of years. But now she had come back after being in the city and
wondered if this small place in the middle of nowhere had anything left for
her. Rider and bike soon speed off towards the town to see what, if anything,
her old home had to offer her now.

Down below in the town Georgie stepped out the door closing it behind him, a
slight shiver went through him, strange it wasn't a cold day, there was no
wind blowing, but something ... ... For some reason he looked up towards the
large hill that stood like a protective giant, overseeing the town, he could
make out a lone vehicle, small, possible a motorbike heading downhill and
towards the town at speed. "Hey what's up?" a familiar voice regained his
attention, the friends walked off to sports club where they had planned to
meet up with others. As they chatted and walked Georgie looked back up to the
hill, the motorbike was now gone, and he couldn't think why he had looked back
up there, but he had! A strange feeling that he just couldn't get rid of and
that stayed with his for the rest of the day.

The rider tore down familiar roads, none of which had seemed to have changed,
still the same drab houses, still the same tiresome streets filled with the
same dull looking people who stared at the motorbike and its rider. They saw
the flash of black and bright red, as the bike speed passed them going about
their normal dismal routine.

Later on Georgie left the club, he made his way back home taking the normal
shortcut through the park, down past the river and his old school, then past
the old disused factory where he and most of his friend had got their first
jobs. In the distance he could see a motorbike parked up, as he got closer he
admired its striking paintwork, long streaks of fiery red and orange brought a
vibrant glow to the otherwise highly polished black bike. He stood their
admiring and thinking "this is the sort of bike that ... ... " BANG! He jumped
at the loud noise and turned round quickly, a giggle broke the silence as he
looked open jawed at the person, the woman, who had stepped out of the old
factories emergency fire exit door, and deliberately let it slam back close.

"Hello Georgie, nice to see that you jump a mile whenever you see me." At
first he thought he was seeing things, then it all fell into place the bike,
that feeling he'd had earlier as he looked up to the hill, it had to be her,
it had to be ... ... Cindy! She'd returned home. "What ... ... What ... ...
What are you doing back home?" he managed to eventually get it out. Years ago
Cindy and Georgie had been kids together, gone to the same school, started at
the factory together, mixed with the same people and had the same friends.
Even though Cindy was a year or so younger, she'd always hung around with her
older sister who was the same age as Geordie, in fact Geordie had even married
Cindy's sister. Back then Cindy had not just been the annoying little sister,
but she'd also grown into the role of school bully, taking pleasure in mocking
and shaming any boy who took a fancy to her sister and making their life a
misery.

For a lot of people, especially Georgie the day Cindy had left the town for
the city was a very happy day indeed, but that had been a number of years ago
and people had moved on. With the brat of a sister out of the way Geordie had
made good with Cindy's sister and marriage had followed, he'd been a much
revived man when the wedding day had gone off without Cindy showing up. In
fact now she'd been away for such a long time the memories of the nasty Cindy
had all but faded. But now as the man looked at the woman in front of him,
dressed in tight fitted red and black leather trousers and jacket, he worse
nightmares all seemed to come back at once. But there was something different
about her, something he could sense in a strange was straight away, the old
Cindy of years ago was a mischievous school bully, a girl who enjoyed seeing
other humiliated, but this woman, there was more to her. Just by looking at
her he got an unnerving feeling of hurt and ruin, a feeling that she had grown
up and was more destructive that he'd known in the past, it wasn't something
he liked at all.

"So ... Why ... Why are you back?" Even so he knew he had to stand up to her,
her bullying days where all in the past, he hoped, "well?" She ignored him as
she surveyed the factory and street again, remembering all the men she
humiliated and mocked during her short time working here, she remembered
catching the duty manager and one of the secretaries at it in the changing
room when they'd thought everyone had left. Then telling everyone at work the
next day, of course after she'd stopped off at the manager's home and posted a
note through the letterbox addressed to his wife. She'd enjoyed the seen the
wife had made when she'd stormed into the factory later that day, shouting and
almost pulling out the hair of the skinny redhead secretary her husband had
been shagging.

"I'm talking to you, have you told your sister that your back?" Cindy couldn't
be bothered with this; she picked up her helmet and was about to ... ...
Suddenly Georgie grabbed her by her arm, all that pent up frustration was
coming out "Just you wait! Things have changed around her and you ... " he was
getting fired up; it was time for him to make his stand and tell this little
madam exactly what he ... WHACK! Before he could finish his rant Cindy had
made her move, the helmet in her other hand had come crashing round, slamming
into the side of Georgie's head. It had been a reflex action by the woman,
no-one grabbed her, absolutely no-one!

The man was stunned, shocked and hurting from the blow that she had inflected
on him he staggered and stumbled, trying to steady himself and gain his
balance, when THUD! Another blow, but this time it was the woman's boot that
had made contact and this time it was his body, not his head that was the
target. Georgie took a couple of uncontrolled steps backwards as he
desperately tried to keep upright and on his feet. "Never place a hand on me"
was all he heard before SMACK! WHACK! Two more sharp blows drove hard into his
body, he didn't know whether they from her feet or hands, all his did know was
they hurt. A couple of more blows where delivered as again, like a drunk man,
he stumbled backwards two more paces. He looked around, he managed to focus on
Cindy, the girl he'd known as his tormenter all those years ago walk towards
him and smiled, there was a flash of red and black and what looked like a boot
... ... CRACK!

Her kick was high and accurate, catching Georgie just right, he was sent
spinning around and fell headfirst into the old fire escape door CRASH! The
sound filled the empty street; Georgie had hit the door with such force it
flew open sending the man sprawling through and into the old rundown factory.
He lay on the floor, flapping around like a fish out of water, unable to
control himself with the hurt, pain, embarrassment and confusion that had hold
of him. Cindy stepped into the old factory with all its memories, the next few
minutes where filled with the sound of muffed screams and cries for help, with
the sound of hard blows being landed onto a soft target and then there was
silence.

It was broken by the sound of a very soft sobbing and the sound of boots
walking over a concrete floor, then Cindy emerged back out of the fire exit
door and out onto the street. She brushed her jacket down and picked up her
helmet "Shit!" It was damaged from where she'd used it to hit Georgie; she
threw it back into the factory, through the open door, a yelp as it found its
intended target "you own me a new helmet; I'll see you later about that!" She
got on her bike and sped off, leaving the man there, not caring about him,
only annoyed now that she had to get a new helmet.

Later that afternoon Mike and Phil where on the hunt around town, they had
meant to be meeting up with Georgie and when he hadn't shown up they had gone
to find him. When they eventually did find Georgie they found a broken man,
physically and mentally, the nurse had said he had concussion, broken ribs,
several fractures and numerous bruising and cuts. But it was his state of mind
the friends where more worried about, he kept going about this woman that had
hit him ... "it was Cindy!" The men were shocked at the sound of her name,
'was she back, after all this time, back to ruin people's lives, like she had
done when they were all kids and what the hell had she done to Georgie?"

It didn't take the men long to track Cindy down, even if they both thought
there must have been a mistake made, Cindy wouldn't have come back, she just
couldn't be back here, could she? At the mention of a motorbike it seemed
obvious to check out all the local bike shops, and as they turned up at their
second point of call a striking red, orange and black bike caught their eye.
With some trepidation the men entered the shop; they looked around, everything
looked normal, the man behind the counter, the two young lads looking at what
might be their first bike in a few years' time, the attractive woman in
leathers behind them ... ... "Hello boys, looking for me?"

The two men half turned round, the same shocked look on their faces that
Georgie had when he'd first seen her, she laughed, turned and walked outside,
her giggles could be heard as she left the shop. The men shook themselves back
into the present, it had almost been like seeing a ghost, they ran outside
after her. There was her bike but where was she, they hurriedly looked around.
A high pitch whistle sounded from behind them grabbing their attention, "still
looking for me?" Over by the side of the shop a woman in leathers turned and
walked down the narrow side road that lead to rear workshop, she stopped
halfway down allowing to two men to catch up.

"Are you responsible for what happened to Georgie?" "Why are you back Cindy?"
"What going on?" "Did you do something to our friend?" Mike and Phil closed in
on Cindy "Boys, boys one at a time ... ... And not even a hello?" There was a
tone to her voice, a tone they both remembered from the past, that silenced
the men for a moment, she liked that, then Phil took a step closer "what did
you do to Georgie?" She grinned, the sort of grin that made both men feel a
little uneasy ... ... "How about I show you ... ... " She unzipped her leather
jacket, letting it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor, both men
swallowed hard with that WOW feeling. Cindy stood there in those tight leather
trousers and boots, then up top she had a quite small, but colourful crop top,
she'd clearly grown up into a well-rounded woman. She took a step closer, the
tight fitted crop top and her full, ample, figure distracted them just enough
THUD!

Phil dropped down onto one knee, the shooting pain in his groin was a shock to
him, Cindy's knee had found its mark, one down, her hands grabbed on Phil's
head as she used him like a valuing horse, and as she lifted herself up her
leg came around and WHACK! The bikers boot landed in the side of Mike sending
the second man flying across the road and into a pile of old creates and
packing cases. With her hands still grasping Phil's head she pulled him
upwards and when his head was just in the right place THUD! A knee shot up
again, this time into the man's chin, driving him backwards, Phil was sent
flying and then crashed down to the floor, in a flash she span round towards
Mike, he'd steadied himself and was about to push himself up off the creates
and towards the woman. "Why you ... ... " his strong arms hurled him forwards
CRACK! Straight into the well time boot that came up sharply, connecting with
the side of his head. The man spun around, but as he did so the woman flipped
from one foot to the other, her other leg whirled round at speed and with
great accuracy SMACK!

In a split seconds she'd hit Mike firstly in the side of his head with one
boot then turning, her other boot had come round and been driven hard into the
back off his head, the first kick had sent the man spinning, the second had
him flying. Sent off his feet and soring into the brickwall that ran along the
length of the side road SMASH! As he bounced off Cindy threw herself forward,
her knee out, it collided into Mike's back as he bounced back off the wall.
The force of the flying woman sent him straight back into the wall, the sound
of broken flesh and bone filled the air as she landed into him, driving him
deeper into the brickwork and into a whole new world of pain.

Mike's broken body slid down to the floor into a broken heap, cries and
weeping where all that could be heard as the brutal woman turned her attention
back to Phil, he was laying there on the floor and had watched what she had
done to his friend. He was scared, the school bully, that young girl had grown
up to be an even bigger bully, a nasty full grown woman, and Phil was more
frighten than he could remember. "So are you pleased to see me again?" she
mocked him as she had done so long ago when they had been kids, he tried to
push himself backwards, along the floor to get away, but she was too quick
THUD! Her boot came down hard on his kneecap ARRRHHHHH! He instinctively
reached out to hold the damage part of his body, only to provide the woman
with the golden opportunity and obvious target; she twisted her boot swung
round, it hit hard, smashing it into the side of Mike's head. Sending the man
sprawling and out cold in one move.

Cindy looked around one unconscious and one sobbing; 'Oh and one from earlier
on sent through an exit door' she giggled to herself about that "not bad for
my first day back!" She left the side alley pleased with herself, she was back
and had pleasantly quite enjoyed being back so far. She been the nasty girl in
the past, but going away had done her good, it had turned her into the woman
she was today 'hell she might even stay, who know what she could get up or
bump into now she was back ... ... ... Yes she was back!

On the other side of the street a man looked over to where the motorbike shop
was a brightly coloured bike had caught and held his attention. Just then an
attractive woman walked out of the side road by the shop, dressed in set of
red and black leathers and zipping up her top, she looked very nice. She was
late 20's the man thought, with a good figure, the tight leathers showed that
off, the jacket zip wasn't fully done up and showing off her ample bust. She
had light, blond hair, cut in a bob, the sort of hair that as she walked it
bounced up and down, a bit like something else. She really was an attractive
woman, but there was something also familiar about her, her attitude, she
defiantly had one of those, even from where he stood the man could see that,
he didn't have to talk to her to know that. The brashness oozed out of her for
all to see and as a warning for anyone who dare not take her seriously.

There was defiantly something about this woman, then it hit him as he watched
her put on her helmet, start the bike up and pull away, the bike went slowly
passed him. The riders head turned, she looked straight at him, even though
the visor was tinted and he couldn't see her face or eyes, but still he knew
she was looking at him, then the engine roared and she speed away. "Oh God ...
... It's her." The man scrambled for his phone, hurriedly dialling the number
"Hello ... ... Yes it's me ... ... She's back, She's back ... Cindy's
Back!....."