Dark Alley
by Dusty Bottoms


     The yellow cab pulled to a stop between the fish market and hot dog 
stand. Of course, each was dark and silent; little moved in this area of 
the city at 3 in the morning. The engine sputtered and wheezed to a 
stop, the door opened, and the lage man driving it emerged from the 
driver's door. His brow was furrowed as he strained to contain himself. 
Damed if he couldn't make it back to the garage. The pot of coffee he 
had used to wash down his dinner was bothering him now; he had to go. 
When nature calls..... 
     The man decided to take his chances in the dark alley. He walked 
about thirty yards into the dimly lit space and, after careful checking, 
began to relieve himself behind a dumpster. He had just finished when he 
heard the sound behind him. 
     "This is a public place, buddy." 
     The voice was soft, feminine, yet somehow strong and foreboding. He 
spun around and could not believe what he saw. 
     Standing ten feet from him was a woman. She stood in the middle of 
the alley. She was heavily made up, black eyeliner traced her green eyes 
in a catlike fashion, her auburn hair spilling all around her head. A 
black choker lay on her throat. She was dressed in a skintight, shiny 
black leather jumpsuit that reminded the cabbie of some of the weird 
fetish clubs downtown. Her long legs were encased in the slippery 
looking material, and her calves were sheathed in knee high and equally 
form-hugging boots that tapered to three inch spike heels. The neckline 
of the outfit plunged provacatively, displaying an incredible amount of 
delectable clevage; her ample breasts filled the bodice of the suit and 
rode very high on her chest, her skin glistened in the dim streetlights, 
as if oiled. Her lips pursed provactively, challengingly. She wanted 
something, but he wasn't sure what. 
     "Well, hello there, sweet heart, I-" 
     "I said this is a public place." 
     "Yeah, but-" 
     She stepped forward with a speed his eye could hardly register. She 
spun in an instant, her booted foot rising up and up, whipping throught 
the air with a whooshing noise where it impacted massively with the side 
of his face. The impact threw him into the air where he smashed into a 
brick wall. She resumed her stance, feet spread, hand on hips, slight 
smile. 
     The cabbie shook his head, dazed. Where? How? Wha----
     She stepped in again, her hand pistoning straight out where it 
smashed into his throat, crushing his larynx. He staggered backward, 
hands to his throat. She advanced yet again, her hands blurring as she 
pummeled his midsection with devastating punches. His feet left the 
ground as she held his suspended by the sheer force of her attack. With 
an ominous windup, she smashed his chin with an uppercut that sent him 
flying backward, end over end. He landed in a pile of trash bags. 
     Instantly she was on him again. She straddled his prone, moaning 
form, and in a flash, she was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his 
midsection. With a savge grin, she powered her legs upward in a sudden 
tight embrace, the leather creaking under the onslaught provided by her 
impossibly strong muscles. The cabbie's body was now suspended in 
midair, trapped between her thighs, as she powered her legs into him. In 
less than two seconds there came a series of audible snappings; the 
cabbie twisted and bucked as she mercilessly snapped every bone in his 
ribcage. She garbbed the sides of his face in her glaved hands, and with 
a final, vicious jerk, she seperated his spine with a horrendous 
crackling noise. The cabbie screamed in agony, and she smiled up from 
below him evilly. 
     "Want the big bad lady to stop?" she cooed. "Well, okay, lover, 
it's been fun." With a cruel chuckle she gripped his face again and with 
a sudden, massive twitch she powered his head back and to the right; his 
neck broke and the sound of bone and cartilidge snapping filled the 
alley. The cabbie at once grew still. 
     The mysterious woman placed a palm under the dead man's chin, and 
with a gentle push, the 240 pound corpse sailed up and away from her in 
a brutal arc, where it slammed into a dumpster twenty feet away. She 
leapt to her feet, chuckled a bit, and disappeared into the dark. The 
night was still young, and the city full of suitable prey.