Attack on Interstate 8
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
A young college student becomes the target of a highway predator

NOTE: The heroine of this story is also the protagonist in one of my other 
stories, Close to Home.  Close to Home tells the story of how the heroine
confronted her mother's killer.

Alexandra sang along to the catchy tune on the car radio as she drove along
the lonely interstate highway. Interstate 8 ran for hundreds of miles through
the deserts of Arizona and California. Even during the holiday travel season,
the road was not crowded.

Alexandra was eighteen years old and a freshman in college.  She was driving
home from the university during winter break to see her father for Christmas. 
It was an eight-hour drive, mostly through isolated desert.  In the summer,
the temperature probably would have been over 110 degrees, but now, in
December, it was a comfortable 72 - warm enough to justify her attire of
tight black shorts and a white T-shirt.  The outfit showed off her tanned,
muscular arms and legs.  She was also braless - something she did fairly
often, since her firm 36B's could stay up quite well on their own.

As she drove, she thought about the events of several months ago that had
deeply impacted her.  Soon, her serious thoughts caused her to stop singing.
Before the incident, she had considered herself a fairly ordinary girl. She 
had been a decent B student at high school, played center field on the 
varsity softball team, and talked about boys and sex with her friends.  The 
one thing that had been truly unusual was that her mother had been murdered 
when she was thirteen.

Then, several months ago, in fact right after her eighteenth birthday, the
story of her mother's murder had taken on an incredibly frightening turn. It
had turned out that the person responsible for committing the cold-blooded
killing was none other than her father's new girlfriend.  Alexandra had been
forced to physically confront the sadistic murderer, as well as a couple of
her brutish henchmen.  Although she was too strong and levelheaded to have
been truly traumatized by the incident, even someone with her fortitude 
couldn't help being deeply affected. She had the occasional bad dream about
the subject, and she found herself feeling depressed fairly often.  At the
same time, however, she was glad to have found closure against the evil 
witch who had so callously bumped off her mother.

Remembering something a counselor had told her, Alexandra made herself feel
better by thinking about the positive memories she had of her mother.  She
also began singing along to the radio again. Soon, she managed to get herself
into a reasonably good mood.

About half an hour later, she pulled into a rest area by the side of the
highway.  Her car and a black sports utility vehicle were the only ones in 
the parking lot of the isolated place.  She quickly went into the bathroom.  
When she came out a minute later, she noticed a middle-aged man, probably the
driver of the SUV, staring at her.  Something about the way he was looking at
her made her uneasy.  She hurried back to her car, then stopped short.  Both
of the car's back tires were flat.

"Now don't look so disappointed, little lady," came the voice of the man who
had been staring at her. "We can't have you running off before I'm finished
having all my fun with you." Alexandra turned around and saw the man 
approaching her with an evil grin on his ugly face.  He was also carrying a
six-inch hunting knife in his right hand.

Her heart beating wildly, she forced herself to stay calm.  She called out
to the thug. "For once in your life, do something sensible.  Put the knife
away, get into your vehicle, and drive out of here.  If you know what's good
for you, don't pick a fight with me." Alexandra knew that words and reason
would never drive away the likes of him, but if she presented herself as 
calm and confident instead of the stereotypical scared little girl, he might
lose some of HIS confidence.

The man snickered loudly. "So you're going to be a tough chick, huh? Why 
don't you just give up now and maybe I won't cut you up so bad."

Alexandra was frightened, but she kept her fear under control.  Her self-
defense instructor had said, "In a situation like this, you'll always be
afraid.  The thing to remember is to not let your fear take control of you
or your actions."

She countered the thug in what she hoped was her most confident voice. 
"Why don't YOU surrender now, and you'll earn a trip to jail instead of a
trip to the morgue."

The man laughed, cocky and arrogant. "Ain't no way you can win a fight 
against me, babe," he sneered.  He waved the knife menacingly and began to
advance on her.  Alexandra, heart thumping, placed herself into a fighting
stance and eyed the sexual predator carefully.  Although she had gained
experience for this kind of situation during the incident with her mother's
killer, she was still not really used to facing violence.

The two opponents stood in sharp contrast to each other.  The man was about
six feet tall and probably weighed around 200 pounds.  He was sloppily
dressed, and there were stains on his pants and shirt.  He had light brown
hair with a distinctive bald spot, his skin was pale, and his face was ugly
and scarred.

Alexandra, on the other hand, was an average-sized girl at 5'6" and 128
pounds.  She had long dark brown hair, a nice tan, and a pretty face.  Her
body was very fit and well-muscled, while at the same time remaining
distinctly feminine.  A hint of her hard, firm abs was visible between her
T-shirt and her low-cut shorts.

The man made the opening move. He darted forward and slashed at Alexandra's
chest with his knife.  She twisted her body safely out of the way.  He
slashed again, lower this time.  She jumped back just in time to avoid 
getting sliced across the stomach. The thug then aimed a stab at the center
of her chest.  She twisted to the side, but it wasn't quite enough.  The
knife briefly pierced her flesh on her right side.  As she let out a shriek
of pain, the man laughed and drew back the knife for a final strike.

Alexandra was not going to let her opponent have his way. As he reared back
with a snarl, she performed a fierce low kick to his shin.  He yelled in 
pain and stumbled.  She then performed another kick that sent the knife
sailing out of the thug's hand. "Hey, asshole, you need a weapon to handle
a little girl like me?" she smirked.

"Little bitch, I'll handle you with or without one," he snapped.  He kicked
out at her.  She dodged, then delivered a brutal roundhouse kick to the 
side of his head.  The force of her kick sent him spinning around.  She
followed it up with a cheerleader-style high kick to his jaw, then knocked
him backwards with several hard punches to his face.


"ARRRRR!" growled the thug.  He swung a big punch at Alexandra, who blocked
it with her strong forearm.  He launched another punch at her, aiming for
her midsection. She tensed her hard abs and grunted as he hit her. Noticing
her opponent grimacing in pain and shaking his fist, she saw that the solid
condition of her midriff had caused his punch to hurt himself more than it
had hurt her.  With a sexy smile, she gave him a punch to his gut.  He
doubled over in pain and screamed like a girl. "Looks like you need some
work done on your abs," she taunted. "Here's a little stomach work for you."
With that, she kneed him in the gut three times in rapid succession.  She
then kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him to the ground. 

Alexandra approached her fallen opponent, intending to give him some good
kicks.  Suddenly, however, he tripped her to the ground. Cursing at herself
for getting overconfident and letting her guard down, she scrambled back 
up, getting to her feet at the same time that the thug got to his. He swung
an angry punch at her pretty face.  She dodged, then stung his ugly face
with a hard left to his nose.  As blood trickled out from it, she fired off
another punch, this one a right to his jaw. She followed that up by savagely
headbutting him.  He was knocked backward dizzily.  With a grin, Alexandra
performed a cartwheel kick on him, her blue and white size 8 sneakers
slamming into his head one after the other and knocking him down.

The thug, snarling like an animal, stumbled back to his feet.  He charged
her, only to be stopped short when she greeted his attack with a flurry of
fast kicks to his face.  He charged a second time, but was again stopped,
this time by Alexandra's powerful side kick to his chest. "You're quite a
slow learner. I bet you rode the short bus to school," she taunted him.

"Fuck you, bitch," he muttered feebly.

"Nah, I don't know what I'd catch if I fucked the likes of you," said
Alexandra.  The thug roared and charged her with his head forward.  She
sidestepped and smashed her elbow into his head.  He groaned, but then
suddenly dug his fingers into the knife wound on her side.  Alexandra let
out a loud yell of pain.  Furious, she drove her knee into her opponent's
family jewels as hard as she could.  Stepping back slightly, she then
delivered a vicious kick to his side that cracked one of his ribs.  She
found herself smiling in satisfaction as he let out a howl.  The grin was
still on her face as she performed a standing back handspring, kicking him
in the jaw as she flipped and landed perfectly on her feet.  As the thug
was stumbling around dizzily, she launched a powerful jump kick, sending
him flying backwards.

Alexandra performed a front tuck somersault to bring her directly in front
of her opponent. "This is for your arrogance," she said as she kicked him
in the face with her right leg. "This is for all the other women you've
probably preyed on," she continued as she balanced on her right leg and 
landed several sexy kicks with her left. "This is for stabbing me," she went
on as she performed a brutal spin kick that slammed into his head and 
knocked him to the ground.  She got down next to him and wrapped her
powerful and deadly thighs around his neck. "And this is for trying to rape
me," she finished as she began squeezing with all her strength.  The thug
thrashed and struggled, but was completely incapable of escaping her leggy 
prison. His pale face gained colors in the form of blue and purple. "Here's
something to take with you when you go to meet your maker," she hissed as
she continued to apply killer pressure with her lethal thighs. "Be careful
what you wish for.  You were wishing that you could get between my legs.
Well, you've gotten your wish." With that, she twisted her powerful hips
180 degrees, snapping her helpless opponent's neck.

Alexandra stood up, eyes on the corpse.  It wasn't her first dead body, but
she still found herself staring.  The pain from her knife wound brought her
back to more current matters.  She went into the bathroom and washed the
injury, then pressed some paper towels on it.  As she went back outside, she
saw another car pulling into the parking lot.  A well-dressed, middle-aged
businesswoman got out and stared in shock at the body of the would-be rapist.

With her best smile, Alexandra, who was still pressing the paper towels on
her wound, asked, "Could you do me a favor and call the police?" The woman
looked as if she didn't know what to think, then nodded and made the call.
After she was done, she went back to staring at the corpse. "Your first dead
body?" asked Alexandra.

"Well...er...yes," the woman stammered.  Alexandra smiled. "It's my sixth,"
she said. "I'm still not quite used to it, though." The woman stared at her
as if she had two heads.

Clearing up matters with the police took quite a while.  Alexandra learned
that the man she had killed was a suspect in several rapes and attempted
rapes, and in at least two murders, all of which had taken place in isolated
locations.  After she was finally done with the police, she called her 
father.

"Hi, Dad," she said. "I'm afraid I'm going to be a little late tonight.  
Here's what happened..."

THE END

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