Abby and Natalie, Part 3
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Two college girls become killers

Abby stared at her friend, mouth wide open at her suggestion.

"We killed Castigan for doing us wrong once," said Natalie. "My parents have
been wronging me for twenty fucking years.  They've done me more harm than
Castigan or Bennington or anyone else.  It's time to pay them back." Her
voice softened. "Look, I know this is my issue and not yours.  You don't
have to come if you don't want to.  I can do it alone."

"It's only fitting that you do the deed," Abby said. "But I'll come with you
in case there's any trouble."

"Thanks.  You're a true friend."

The next day, they went to Abby's parents' house.  Abby let herself in with
her key and went straight for the gun safe.  Natalie kept a lookout in case
one of Abby's parents came home unexpectedly.

Abby came back a few minutes later. "I got a pistol for you.  I still have
the one we took from that bum.  And I got a submachine gun for each of us.
I took several boxes of ammo, too.  Then I locked the safe up again just 
like it was before.  My parents don't open it often.  They probably won't 
even know we've been here until several weeks later."

"Fuck yeah," said Natalie with a wicked grin. "Now we wait till evening."

"While we're waiting..." began Abby thoughtfully.  She pointed to the
submachine guns. "Just in case something happens, we should hide these
someplace safe.  Not in the car.  There's that secret place in the woods we 
used to play in when we were little.  No one else knows about it.  That'd 
make the perfect hiding spot for a little weapons cache.  Just in case the 
car gets searched.  We'll keep the pistols on us."

"Good idea," said Natalie approvingly. "We've got to be prepared." 

They spent the next hour traveling to the spot in the woods and hiding the
submachine guns, as well as half of the boxes of ammunition.  The rest of 
the ammo they hid in the trunk of the car.

That evening, the girls waited patiently across the street from Natalie's
parents' house in Abby's car.  At eleven, the lights finally went out.  
They waited another half hour to make sure their victims were asleep.

"It's time," said Natalie.  They stepped out of the car and stretched their
arms and legs.  Both young women were wearing tight jeans and tight long-
sleeved tops, and black leather gloves.  Natalie rolled up her sleeves in
anticipation, displaying her very well-toned forearms.  The shiny silver
color of her watch, liberated from the robbery victim of a few nights ago,
contrasted nicely with her tanned skin.

"You sure you don't want me to come in with you?" Abby asked.

"I really don't have the right to ask you to do that," Natalie responded.
"They haven't done anything to you.  Only to me."

"All right.  I'll be right out here keeping a lookout.  Shout if you need
me."

Natalie tucked her pistol into the back of her pants. "This is just in case
there's an emergency.  If you hear a shot, then something's gone wrong."

Abby nodded. "Good luck." The two pretty ladies hugged each other tightly,
firm bodies pressing against each other.  Then Natalie slipped silently 
into the house.

Natalie didn't want to end up backing out or hesitating at the last moment.
So as she tiptoed through the house, she thought about all the times her
father had verbally abused her, and all the times her mother had just sat
there like a doormat, never standing up for herself or for her daughter.
As the memories flowed through her mind, her rage grew and her already-
tense muscles hardened even more.

She reached her parents' bedroom.  They were both fast asleep.  Her father
was snoring loudly.  She paused for a moment to gather her courage, then
turned on the lights.

"Hey, fuckheads, wake up," she called out loudly.

Natalie's father and mother sat up in bed with a start, rubbing their eyes.
Her father glared when he saw her. "You little bitch, what the fuck do you
think you're..."

Natalie delivered a swift karate chop to his neck, knocking him out. "I'll
deal with you in a moment, asshole," she snarled.  She turned on her 
mother. "You pathetic, wimpy cunt." Natalie's voice was becoming higher
pitched and cracked with emotion. "Stupid doormat.  You never stood up for
yourself.  And you never stood up for me.  You just let him abuse me all
these years.  Don't you even care about your own daughter?" She yanked her
mother out of bed and brutally punched her in the face, sending her flying
across the room. "I'll give you one chance to live.  Fight me.  If you put
up a good enough fight I won't kill you."

Natalie's mother slowly picked herself up off the floor. "No," she said. "I
will never act like a feminist.  If I die now, I'll get my reward in 
heaven."

Natalie shook her head in disgust. "So be it." She stood over her victim,
then whipped out her pistol and brought the butt end of it down with
tremendous force onto her mother's head.  Her mother crumpled to the 
carpet, blood oozing out.  Natalie knelt down and slammed the heavy pistol
into her mother's skull again and again.  Pieces of bone, brain matter, and
blood littered the carpet.

She stood up and looked at the gory scene.  An intense feeling of power ran
through her.  An evil smile appeared on her pretty face as she turned to 
her unconscious father.

Natalie's father awoke to see his daughter staring at him with cold hatred
in her eyes.  Smelling something odd, he turned and gasped in shock when he
saw his wife's dead body on the floor.

Natalie smiled icily. "Hello, Daddy," she said. "I've been waiting a long
time for revenge.  All those years you abused me.  Your Neanderthal, woman-
hating attitude.  Well, now it's time for payback.  The last lesson you'll
learn before you die is that women are the stronger sex.  I'm going to 
fight you woman to man.  I'm going to win.  And before I beat and kick you
to death you'll learn that you're inferior."

"You cunt!" roared her father.  He leapt out of bed and charged right at 
her.  He was a big man at 6'2" and 210 pounds, and was a natural bully.  He
thought he would have no trouble defeating his 5'5", 120-pound daughter in
a fight.  Unfortunately for him, however, he was about to be proven very
wrong.

Natalie sidestepped her opponent's wild charge to avoid it.  As he passed by
her, she pivoted and gave him a mule-like kick to his midsection, causing 
him to howl in pain.  He charged her again.  This time, as she sidestepped,
Natalie elbowed him in the side of the head with devastating force, causing
him to see stars. "Damn, you're slow," she taunted him. "I guess stupid
parents really can have smart children."

"Fuck you, bitch!" her father yelled, rubbing his head in pain and trying to
clear it. "I always knew there was a good reason for hating you!" He swung
his fist at her.  Natalie blocked the attempted punch with her strong 
forearm.  She responded by smashing her right fist into his nose and her 
left into his stomach.

He tried to kick her.  With her lightning-fast reflexes, she caught his foot 
with her hands and laughed at his stunned reaction.  Then, using a skill she
had learned in her martial arts training, she brutally snapped his ankle,
breaking the bone.  Her opponent screamed like a girl and fell to the floor,
crying.

"Not so big and tough now, huh?" she taunted.  She stomped down viciously on
his broken ankle, mutilating the bones further.  Laughing sadistically, she
ground down with her heel.  The screams continued, accompanying the sound of
bone crunching.

WHAM! Natalie kicked her victim in the head, sending him back several feet
with the force of her kick.  She then tensed her body and launched herself 
into a front tuck somersault.  She landed with devastating force on his gut,
damaging his internal organs.

Leaping nimbly off him, she grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head up.
"You'll never bully another woman, ever again," she hissed.  She drove her
knee into his face.  Blood sprayed from the impact.  Natalie kneed her
father in the face again and again, turning his already ugly face into
bloody pulp.

She released her hold on him, his head thumping to the floor. "Finishing 
time." She raised her leg high over her head in a full vertical split, just
like she had done in the dormitory bathroom that day that somehow seemed
ages ago.  This time, however, it was not a mere camera that was about to 
feel the wrath of her lethal kick, but a human head.

Her axe kick landed with blinding speed and incredible power, shattering 
her helpless victim's skull.  Blood, pieces of bone, and remnants of brain
matter sprayed onto the floor.  Natalie stared at the remnants of her
parents' skulls for several seconds, then went outside to collect Abby.

The two girls went back into the house together. "Sheesh, Nat," said Abby
upon seeing the blood. "You sure know how to make a mess." Abby playfully
thumped her friend on the chest and noticed her rapid heartbeat. "It's such 
a rush, isn't it, the feeling you get when you kill." She remembered her 
own rush that she had gotten when she had snapped Castigan's neck.

"It sure is," agreed Natalie. "You know, I've wondered for so long how I'd
feel after I actually did my parents in.  I wondered if I would feel 
guilty.  And I don't feel guilty.  My parents made me into what I am today.
They had their chance to treat me right all those years and they blew it."

Abby put a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "So what do we do 
now?"

Natalie paused and looked around. "Well, neither of my parents had any real
friends, like, you know, people who would check on them.  My dad was too
much of an asshole and a bully to have friends.  And he didn't let my mom
have any friends of her own.  Although my mom's personality was so 
irritating that she never would have made friends anyway.  It's not like
anyone will miss those two.  I'll just call into my dad's work and say that
he quit.  And my mom didn't work.  No one's going to know about this.  We
can just stay here.  It'll be perfect."

Abby nodded. "We need a place to stay, we can't go back to the college, and
hotels would be too expensive." She looked around. "And this is a nice 
house."

"It is a nice house," said Natalie wistfully. "And it'll be even nicer when
those two are out of here for good."

The girls got to work cleaning up the blood and gore.  They loaded all the
evidence, including the two dead bodies, into the trunk of Abby's car after
wrapping them in garbage bags.  Then they drove into the woods and buried 
everything where no one would ever find it.  By the time they were all
finished, it was almost three in the morning.  They tumbled into bed in 
their new house.

It was past noon when Abby finally woke up.  Rubbing her eyes, she climbed
out of bed and wandered into the second bedroom. "Hey, Nat, time to get up,
sleepyhead."

Natalie yawned. "Wha...what?" She opened her eyes. "Wow.  Last night wasn't
a dream.  It was real."

"Yep.  All real," said Abby.  The two pretty girls looked at each other for
several seconds, the memories from the previous night flooding back.

"New day, new life," said Natalie finally.

They played it safe for the next few days, always alert for a possible
police visit.  Nothing happened, however.  Natalie's phone call to her 
father's workplace, announcing that he quit, went off without a hitch.  

After a few days had passed, Natalie turned to Abby one afternoon while 
they were sitting on the couch watching 'The People's Court.' "I'm getting
that feeling again.  You know, the taste for blood."

Abby, always the practical one, nodded. "It's been long enough.  If someone
was going to come after us for doing your parents in they would have done 
it by now.  I think we're safe." She paused and tossed her long dark hair.
"Did you have anyone in mind for our next 'job'?"

"Actually, yeah, I do.  Those two frat pledges that tried to take naked
pictures of us.  I think their names were Hank and Mark.  They're the ones
who got us started on this whole thing.  It's only fair that we pay them
back as a show of our gratitude."

"Hey, Nat, that's perfect! If anyone deserves it it's those two pricks.
Now, when and where do we get them? When campus security was taking the 
report of the shower incident, I remember hearing that Mark and Hank lived
in Graham Dormitory.  I think they're still there.  They're not in the frat
house because they failed their mission, thanks to a couple of sexy young
laadieeessss." Abby arched her back and deepened her voice as she belted 
out the last word.  Both women laughed.

"So, how do we want to do this?" said Natalie. "I mean, we could walk into
the dorm during the day when it's not locked, find out where their room is,
then kill them at night.  But if we're beating and kicking them to death,
someone's going to hear.  And even if we just bump them off quickly by
snapping their necks, someone might still see or hear us.  Somebody's 
likely to still be awake.  They're college students.  We're college 
students, or at least we were.  We've pulled a few all-nighters ourselves."

"I guess we'll have to do it outside then," Abby said. "The trick will be 
to get them while they're together, but no one else is around.  If we kill
them separately it'll increase our chances of getting caught.  Let's go to
Graham Dormitory tomorrow morning and stake it out.  We can follow them
throughout their day and see when they're most vulnerable."

"Sounds like a plan!" declared Natalie. 

The next morning, the girls got up early and drove to the university.  They
staked out Graham Dormitory, waiting for their targets to appear.  After
about half an hour, Mark appeared alone.  They had agreed that if their two
victims separated, Abby would follow Mark and Natalie would follow Hank.
Natalie mouthed "Good luck" to her friend as Abby began shadowing Mark.

At the end of the day, Natalie and Abby met and compared notes.  They 
decided that their victims would be most vulnerable when they went to work
out in the campus gym late in the evening, when few people were there.  The
girls followed the guys several more times in the next few days, finding 
that Hank and Mark's late-night workouts in the gym were indeed a routine.

It was a gray and cloudy evening when everything seemed to fall into place.
Hank and Mark were the last two people in the gym.  The streets and
walkways of the university were quiet.  The young ladies sat in Abby's car,
watching the gym.  

"When they go into the locker room afterward will be the best time," said
Abby in a low voice. "I tested the doors earlier.  They can be locked from
the inside.  No one else will be able to get in.  And the locker room is
pretty well soundproofed.  No one's going to hear us...or them." 

About twenty minutes later, their victims headed off for the locker room.
Natalie turned to Abby and they both nodded, then climbed out of the car.

"Hey, Nat, since when are you taller than me?" asked Abby.  Abby was 5'6"
and Natalie was 5'5".

"Since I put on these high-heeled boots, silly," Natalie answered.  The
deadly-looking four-inch stiletto heels on her knee-high Sarah Palin style
black boots boosted her height to a commanding 5'9".  The rest of her 
outfit consisted of a black miniskirt and a long-sleeved white blouse.  Her
slender but ultra-toned thighs looked particularly inviting.

"You sure you can fight okay in those things?" Abby asked.  She had chosen
a more traditional outfit for a fighter.  She wore low-cut camoflauge pants
and a tight white top with three-quarter length sleeves.  Her six-pack abs
and thick and muscular but feminine forearms were on prominent display.  A
compact 9mm pistol loaded with ten rounds of hollowpoint ammunition was in
her right pants pocket, just in case there was trouble.

"Sure!" said Natalie. "Hell, I can do back handsprings in these heels." She
demonstrated by doing three standing back handsprings in a row on the 
concrete sidewalk, landing perfectly each time.  As her friend was 
backflipping, Abby saw the pistol strapped to Natalie's thigh under her
miniskirt.

"Gymnastic skills and packing heat.  My kind of girl."

Abby and Natalie headed into the men's locker room, hot and in the mood for
some revenge.  Abby quietly opened the door.  After the girls had slipped
inside, she locked it.

Hank and Mark, who were both in their underwear, looked up when they heard
footsteps. "Check out the hot chicks!" grinned Mark. "Hey, ladies, looking
for some fun?"

"Oh, we're looking for some fun, all right," Natalie replied.  As she and
Abby came closer, the guys' smiles turned to frowns.

"Hey, aren't you..." began Hank.

"Yep, that's right," said Abby. "We're the girls you tried to take naked
pictures of.  You fuckers violated our privacy.  You got us put on 
probation.  And you got us suspended from the softball team for the whole
fucking season.  We kicked your asses before.  Now we're here to finish the
job.  Permanently."

"Hey, what are you getting so worked up about?" asked Mark in a whiny 
voice. "So we pulled a little prank.  We got punished too."

"And what does this 'permanently' thing mean?" Hank said. "You think you 
can kill us or something with your bod..." He trailed off, looking at the
girls' muscular bodies and remembering the painful beatdown he and his 
buddy had received from the two vixens, and gulped in fear.

"That's right, assholes," said Natalie.  She looked at her friend and they
both nodded.  Then, both girls launched themselves into powerful and fast
tumbling passes, starting with roundoffs and then doing back handsprings
toward their victims at high speed.  Mark and Hank had no time to react as
four female feet plowed into two male bodies and knocked them down.  Abby
targeted Mark while Natalie attacked Hank.

Mark began slowly getting up, but was knocked down again when Abby kneed 
him in the face.  He climbed to his feet and touched his nose, feeling a
considerable amount of blood.  With a shout, he swung a punch at Abby, 
which she easily dodged.  She landed a one-two combination of punches to
her opponent's face, then kicked him in the chest, knocking him backward 
into a bank of lockers.

Meanwhile, Natalie greeted Hank by stomping on his face with her stiletto
heel.  Hank screamed in pain as the razor-sharp heel penetrated his cheek,
leaving a bloody hole.  Covering his face with one hand, he stumbled to an
upright position.  Laughing sadistically, Natalie punched her helpless
victim in the eye, blackening it.  Hank, feeling blood flowing out of his
cheek and partially blinded by his black eye, charged at Natalie, but was
launched backward when she met his charge with a solid punch to his jaw.
Grabbing him by the neck, she kneed him in the stomach repeatedly, then
aimed a little lower and kneed him in the groin.  As he howled in pain 
again, she brutally headbutted him, sending him to the floor.

Abby, giving Mark no time to recover, strode up to him confidently and 
roundhouse kicked him in the side, cracking one of his ribs.  As he doubled
over, she straighted him out viciously with a powerful uppercut.  She
high-kicked him in the face, then raised her leg again and pressed her foot
against his throat, pinning him to the bank of lockers and choking him. 
"You're such a pussy," she taunted. "You can't even handle a 130-pound 
girl." She choked him for a little longer, laughing as he gasped and 
moaned as his air was cut off.  When she suddenly released him, Mark began
breathing deeply, grateful for the return of oxygen.  As he was taking in
large lungfuls of air, Abby delivered a powerful and lightning-fast spin
kick to the side of his head.  He never saw it coming.  Mark was sent
flying through the air from the strength of his Amazon opponent's attack.
He landed in a crumpled heap.

Hank got back to his feet shaking in fear.  Blood was still pouring out of
his open cheek wound.  He swung a wild punch at Natalie, who blocked it 
with her slim but strong forearm. "Your punches are too slow," she mocked
him condescendingly. "You have to do it more like this." She gave him a
swift punch to the face, knocking one of his teeth loose.  She then stepped
back slightly and fired off a crescent kick.  The impact would have been
strong enough with a regular shoe, but with Natalie's stiletto heel it was
simply devastating.  Her heel sliced his other cheek open from ear to nose.
The power of her kick knocked Hank to the floor.  Blood gushed out of his
new wound.

Mark stumbled back to his feet for the last time.  He began turning around
to face Abby...and was greeted by her athletic shoes plowing into his face
one after the other as she performed a dazzling aerial cartwheel kick.  
Abby landed neatly on her feet as Mark was knocked to the ground.  With a
battle cry, she leaped on top of him and pummeled his face with punches
until it was a bloody mess.  She then showed off her thick wrists to her
semi-conscious victim. "Finishing time, cocksucker," she sneered.  With
that, Abby used her impressive wrist strength to easily snap her opponent's
neck.  As she stared at the corpse's vacant, dead eyes, she felt the same
rush of power and sexual pleasure she had felt when she killed Athletic
Director Castigan.

Hank was so terrified, he felt like wetting his pants.  Both sides of his
face had been mutilated by Natalie's stiletto heels, and he had just seen
Abby snap his friend's neck as if she was breaking a small twig.  He wanted
only one thing - to get the hell out of there.  Hank got up and began 
running toward the exit.  Unfortunately for him, however, Natalie, being an
excellent baserunner from softball, was much faster.  Chasing after him, 
she caught him and brought him down with a nice tackle (she and Abby both
liked playing tackle football with men).  She leaped up and stomped on his
face again with her heel, driving another hole into his cheek.  As she
waited for him to get up, she rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and 
eagerly rubbed her hands together in anticipation.  Abby climbed off of 
Mark's corpse and watched her friend with a smile.

As Hank stood up, he began begging for mercy.  Natalie showed him none.  
She first stunned him with a punch to his nose.  She followed that up by
balancing on one leg, pivoting, and firing five rapid side kicks into her
victim's chest.  Her stilettos made five bloody holes in his torso.  As
Hank's mouth opened in a silent scream and he began collapsing, Natalie
performed her final kick.  With brutal force, she drove her lethal heel 
into his skull.  As she withdrew the stiletto, blood poured out of the hole
in the middle of his forehead.  Hank's dead body hit the floor with a 
THUMP, landing right next to Mark's.

Both girls hugged each other tightly, feeling one another's rapid 
heartbeats.  They stared at the gory mess they had created for several
minutes.

"Two more slimeballs done away with," said Natalie finally.

"Yep," replied Abby.  She looked at her friend's bloodsoaked boots. "Better
clean those."

While Natalie turned on one of the showers and washed the blood off her
boots, Abby went over to a mirror and fixed her long dark hair.  When they
were both done, they left the corpses where they were and cautiously exited
the locker room.  No one seemed to be around.  They got into Abby's car and
drove back to Natalie's parents' house.

To celebrate, they ordered pizza and broke into the liquor cabinet.  Both
girls were on their third slice of pepperoni with extra cheese and second
beer when the front door was suddenly kicked open and six SWAT team members
armed with submachine guns and shotguns stormed into the house, aiming 
their weapons at Abby and Natalie. "Freeze! Hands up!"

The girls' mouths dropped open in shock as they dropped their pizza and 
beer and raised their hands.  The squad of SWAT men parted and a police
lieutenant wearing a trench coat entered the room. "Natalie Boatwright and
Abigail Leitner, I hereby place you under arrest for the murders of Marcus
Norrington and Henry McConnell.  You have the right to remain silent.  
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.  You
have the right to an attorney.  If you cannot afford one the court will
provide one for you.  Cuff 'em, boys."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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