Zarla's game 01
by Zarla

Zarla's Adventures

This is going to be a series of very short, sometimes brutal stories, depending
on Zarla's mood!

(Zarla is a young 18 year old, highly skilled martial artist. She is prone to
mood swings and can be sexy, violent, explosive, gentle and deadly. All in a
day).

I could see the streetlights dimly in the distance as I walked home down the dark
lane. The sky was deathly black and the lack of clouds laced the 2am air with a 
chill. I wrapped my arms around myself protectively as I continued to walk. My 
body shivered under my black silk dress and I would be thankful to reach the 
warmth of my home. The only sound I could hear was my blood red-heels 
pattering on the pavement as I moved quickly through the night. 

Without looking behind, I suddenly sensed that I was not alone and as I flicked 
my head back to see what was there I breathed out a sigh of relief, it was just a 
small black cat; it held a stare with me for a few moments, its amber eyes caught 
in a trance, before sharply jumping into a near by hedge. I continued my way 
home growing more and more aware that I was tired, cold and hungry. And with 
that I heard a rustle from afar, the sound of footsteps, which were not my own. 

Once again I turned back, half expecting to see the black cat that had followed 
me, but it was not, and I saw a shadow of a man stumble towards me. I picked up 
my pace as I heard his steps getting closer.

"Ohh! Love! What's a pretty little thing like you doing out at this time of night!?" he 
slurred. "Let me take you home!" 

With that I turned around and gave him a look of disgust; "No thanks, I don't go 
home with just anyone - and I especially won't be going home with you!" I flicked 
my long mane of hair behind my shoulders and continued to stride as fast as I 
could' well as fast as possible in 5-inch heels. 

"Feisty one you are! .... C'mon give us a kiss darling!" running after me and 
placing his sweaty hand on my shoulder blade. I could smell stale alcohol on his 
breath as I swiftly grabbed his arm and twisted it so hard his bone cracked 
painfully. 

"Ouuchh! Bitch! What was that for? Playing hard to get ehh? Just one kiss and I'll 
be outta your way!" and he tried to step in front of me, blocking the path with his 
stocky body. 

He reached out once again and grabbed my leg, but I was too fast and, with a
smooth side kick that punched hard into his gut, he fell to the ground like a sack 
of potatoes. He looked dazed for a few seconds as he rolled around holding his 
stomach in pain. Stumbling to his feet, clearly angry he came at me again but this 
time with more aggression. Leaning in once more he laughed as he attempted to 
grab my hair, but I was too fast for his drunken state. 

I leaped back to have one last look at him upright, and let out a small laugh as
I lifted up my leg gracefully and hooked it effortlessly but powerfully around and to 
the side of his right cheek, the back of my high heel imprinted in his face. 

He stumbled around in agony for a second - before I went back for more and, 
with a sharp turning kick to his left cheek for good measure, using the sole of my 
red shoes he was send flying in the opposite direction. Falling to the ground 
helplessly, clutching at his battered face. I was the one in control. The feeling 
raced through my body like an electrical current. Seeing his pathetic body laying 
helpless on the ground, I walked to him, stood over him angled my foot elegantly 
then slammed my heel down into his throat with all the power I possessed. My 
heel pierced into and through his throat with ease. He was probably dead... I 
wiped his blood off my red heels with his shirt and continued on my way home, 
smiling to myself....