Vengeance

Larry entered his apartment, slammed the door, put the mail on a table and jerked open the refrigerator.

"Oh shit, no fucking beer," he said out loud. "And man I need a beer. I mean I really need a beer."

Larry shoved the refrigerator door closed, slumped into a chair and began drumming his fingers on the table. He was a professional boxer, a big bear of man, six feet eight inches tall, barrel chested with thick, powerful arms and legs. Larry was cruel and sadistic in the ring. He liked to pound his opponent"s face round after round, holding back the knockout punch, inflicting as much damage as possible before the referee stopped the fight. He wasn't really happy unless he turned the other guy's face into a bloody mess.

But right now Larry wasn't thinking about boxing. His mind was on the police who were still questioning him about the brutal murder of his ten year old daughter last week. Fucking cops, he thought. They haven't got one thing linking me to that killing. Nothing. The airheads figure if I brutalize people in the ring then I brutalize young girls. Can't shake them off. More questions this afternoon. Fucking cops.

Larry picked up his mail. It wasn't much, just three items. There were two utility bills with their familiar logos. The third piece was a plain white envelope, hand written with no return address. Contents? One letter and one picture.

Hello Larry,

Take a good look at my eyes. You'll see them again, in person. What these eyes saw could send you to the gas chamber, Larry. Notice I said "could" send you to the gas chamber, not "will". Sometimes courts make mistakes. Sometimes scum walks free. That will not happen this time, Larry. But more on that later.

On the night your daughter was killed I was jogging , part of my daily exercise routine. I was in the shadows when you suddenly bolted out of your apartment, leaving the door open and walked quickly down the street. There was was an iron pipe in your hand with something red all over it, blood maybe?

Since the door was wide open I walked slowly into your apartment and found your daughter laying in a lot of blood. Her face was beaten so severely it made me nauseated. Her body was covered with ugly bruises. The little girl's eyes were open, but not blinking. There was no breath, no pulse. She was dead. I made an anonymous call to the police, closed the poor child's eyes with my fingers and left.

I had walked for several blocks in the same direction you took when something in a garbage can caught my eye. It was the iron pipe, probably with your daughter's blood and your fingerprints all over it. Very careless, Larry. Very stupid.

I've got you by the balls, motherfucker.

The Avenger

For the first time in his life Larry felt total panic. His mouth was dry, his palms sweaty, his brain fighting to put a coherent thought together. But this lasted only a few minutes.

"Fuck!" Larry shouted. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What does this little bitch want? And why hasn't she called the police? And why didn't my daughter stop crying after I slapped her that night? She just wouldn't stop until I hit her with that pipe again and again and again."

Larry's wife had died three years ago. He was not emotionably stable enough to raise little Ellen by himself. Any problem was handled with a slap or a punch. The teachers at school had noticed the bruises, but Ellen would always tell them she had an accident.

Maybe "The Avenger" wants to blackmail me, thought Larry. But that doen't make any sense. I don't have any money. She must know that. What the hell does she want?

Hello Larry,

That's me about ten years ago. Not bad. Nice tits, trim waist, pretty legs. And an attractive face. Can't let you see my face yet. But you will.

Could this have been Ellen in another ten years if you hadn't killed her? "Killing a person is a terrible thing, Larry. You take away everything they are and everthing they're going to be." Wish I could take credit for that line. Actually it's from the movie "The Unforgiven", sort of. But it certainly applies here.

Do you watch many movies, Larry? Read many books? What does an animal like you do in his spare time? Kill little girls?

Don't get me wrong, Larry. You probably think I hate you. I don't. It's just that you're so hopeless, such a menace to society that you have to be exterminated. Sort of like a cockroach.

The Avenger

"A cockroach!" said Larry. "So I'm a cockroach. I'd like to get my fist into that little bitch's face and pound her into a bloody mess. Who the fuck does she think she is? Maybe it's a bluff. No, no, she knows about the iron pipe. So it can't be a bluff. Then why all these letters and pictures. For christ's sake, what the fuck is she up to? Oh well, at least she hasn't gone to the police. And I get this feeling in my gut that she's not going to. So, we wait for the next letter and picture."

Hello Larry,

This is me five years ago. Notice some changes? Still have nice tits, but this time they're sitting on top of a layer of chest muscles. And you're a boxer. Must notice the arm development. Want to go a few rounds? The midsection looks pretty firm also, doesn't it?

Actually the picture is sort of erotic, probably just makes you want to fuck me. You'll get a chance to touch my nude body. But there may not be much pleasure involved in the experience.

Larry, I like to compete in this world on an equal basis both mental and physical. My mind and my body get strenuous workouts. Reading and exercise, Larry. Reading and exercise. Get the impression you do a lot for the body, almost nothing for the mind. What kind of moron throws a murder weapon in a garbage can just a few blocks from the scene of the crime?

My thoughts for the day, little man. Until next time.

The Avenger.

Well, Avenger, thought Larry, we do agree on one thing. I would like to fuck you, have every since that nude picture arrived, the one before this one. Maybe this bitch is some kind of sexual pervert, likes to fuck murderers. She did mention there would be a chance to touch her nude body.

In fact, Larry was beginning to feel sort of relaxed for the first time in weeks. The police were getting nowhere in their investigation of him. And the "Avenger" seemed to be content with bragging about her body and calling him a moron. As long as she stays away from the police I can take pretty pictures and insults forever, thought Larry.

Hello Larry,

This is me two years ago. Pretty awesome, don't you think. Might not want to climb into the ring or the bed with me now. Can probably out box and out fuck you.

I've been showing you my tits. What do you think of the ass? Are you man enough to handle what you see? You will get your chance, Larry. I promise.

The Avenger

I knew it, Larry thought as he looked as her ass. She is definitely turned on by murderers and other violent types and just wants a good fuck. Well, honey, this stud is at your service.

Larry went to the refrigerator and got himself a beer, sat down in his favorite chair and propped his feet up. Yes sir, he thought, things are going my way. The police are looking for another suspect and all the star witness wants is a good fuck. Now I can concentrate on my boxing again.

Larry's new, improved attitude lasted only until the next "Avenger" letter and picture arrived.

Hello Larry,

This picture was taken last year.

Notice the stomach muscles. You could hit me in the gut as hard as you could and I wouldn't even feel it.

You box, Larry, but can you wrestle? Look at the muscles in those legs. What if I wrapped them around you and started to squeeze?

Little man, did you really think I wanted to fuck you? Shit no, Larry. I want to kill you. Nothing personal, but you're nothing but scum. You need to be exterminated.

As I promised earlier, you will get a chance to touch my nude body. And as a bonus you will get a chance to get your iron pipe murder weapon back.

Details later.

The Avenger

"This woman is nuts!" blurted Larry. "First she's a little prick teaser who acts like she wants to fuck. And now we're talking about wrestling and killing me. And I don't believe any of that bull shit about getting the iron pipe back. What she's probably about to do is go to the police. Fuck!"

The letters had been coming at least once a week. But now a month went by and no letter. And then two months. And it was driving Larry crazy. He expected the police to walk in any day and arrest him. He paced the floor, drank more than usual and had trouble concentrating on his boxing. One night he started thinking about the "Avenger" in the middle of a fight and almost got knocked out.

Hello Larry,

Regret the delay. Had to wait until after Labor Day so the tourists would leave.

Now that stretch of beach you see is completely deserted. I have included a map on how to get there. Please meet me on that beach at 8:00 pm on Thursday. And please be on time.

Larry, you and I will take off all our clothes, even our watches and jewelry so we are completely nude. And then we will fight to the death. Just our nude bodies locked in mortal combat, rolling in the sand and water.

And I mean to the death, Larry. Only one of us will come off that beach alive. I'll bring the iron pipe. So if you kill me you will have taken out the eyewitness and gotten the murder weapon back.

If I kill you society will be rid of a piece of shit that might kill again some day. And little Ellen's murder will be avenged.

A word of warning, Larry. I've been through a number of these fights to the death and as you can see I'm still alive. But if you chicken out, I'll go to the police. So you really have no choice but to fight me.

See you Thursday.

The Avenger

"Oh, so that's it," Larry said out loud. "A one woman vigilante squad. I should say a soon to be dead vigilante squad. After all professional fighting is my job, not something to do "after Labor Day." I'll kill this bitch quick, get my iron pipe and have the best night's sleep I've had in months."

"Hello, Larry," she said as she stepped from behind the large rock, completely nude.

Larry took a deep breath. The pictures had not quite prepared him for what he saw. She was massive. Her muscles bulged as she flexed them to tease him. But her large tits, long black hair and beautiful face and eyes gave her a definitely feminine look.

"I'd like to fuck you, Avenger," said Larry as he took off his clothes. "Too bad I'm going to have to kill you."

Larry was a foot taller than her and outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. And he was also very muscular, didn't look like he had an ounce of fat on his body.

He made the first move, reaching around her to lock his hands in a bear hug and lifting her off the sand. Her face showed the pain, but she quickly pushed Larry's head back with her left hand and then shot a right fist to his chin. He dropped her and staggered back a step.

"Not bad for a woman," he said rubbing his chin. "But if that was your best shot, you're in trouble."

Larry then threw a vicious left hook that caught her in the jaw. She rolled with the punch, but the force was still enough to knock her off her feet. He moved in to kick her in the ribs and she dodged his foot, grabbed his ankle and yanked him off his feet. He landed in the water on his ass with a thud.

She got up, but Larry grabbed her feet and yanked and she went down on her ass. And they were sitting beside each other in the ocean facing opposite directions. Larry moved first, getting behind her and locking his legs around her ribs in a scissors hold.

"What did you say in that letter about using your legs to squeeze," said Larry with a grin. "Well how does this feel? You didn't know I could wrestle did you?"

He squeezed as hard as he could. She could feel the pain in her ribs and knew they were only a few seconds away from cracking. She slammed her fist down on Larry's knee caps with several sharp blows. Larry had two choices, either give up the hold or give up his knee caps. He quickly removed his legs from her ribs.

"This is how it's done, Larry," she said facing him. She wrapped her legs around his ribs and locked her ankles together. "You do it from the front so your opponent can't get to your knees or your ankles."

She began to squeeze and Larry cried out in pain. He tried to hit her in the head but she just leaned back out of reach. Larry could barely breathe and his ribs were cracking. In desperation he began to pound on her stomach with both fists. The force of the blows caused her body to shake, but he might as well have been pounding on a board.

"My leg muscles are like steel, Larry," she said. "This is how I've killed other scum and this is how I'll kill you."

She leaned back and squeezed as hard as she could. Her leg muscles bulged to enormous size. Larry's ribs had cracked and now a small trickle of blood flowed from his mouth as his internal organs ruptured. His hands hung limply at his side. He could not breathe and was blacking out but just before loosing consciousness he looked into her eyes, the same eyes he had seen with the first letter.

Those eyes would be the last thing he ever saw. She continued to squeeze until his heart burst and blood gushed from his mouth and into the sea. Then she got up and left him laying in a mixture of blood and ocean.

"It's a terrible thing to kill a man. You take away everything he is and everything he's going to be."

"I believe this man surely deserved to die. But how can you ever be sure, completely sure you're doing the right thing? I guess you can't. You just do what you feel in your gut is right and move on."