Avenging Angela, Part 3
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Angela finishes off her husband's killers

Edward, the Chief Executive Officer of the big corporation, sat behind his 
large desk, going over the final details of his plan to eliminate that 
pesky bitch Angela.  He still didn't understand how the original plan had
gone wrong.  Four well-trained assassins were to sneak into the targets'
house while they were asleep, quickly and quietly eliminate them, then
steal a bunch of stuff from the house to make it look like an ordinary
home invasion robbery.  Although the nosy accountant, Ted, had been
successfully eliminated, his wife was still alive and all the assassins
were dead.  

"How had she done it?" he thought.  Edward was an old-fashioned sexist,
and although he had come to accept that some women, like Olivia, were
brilliant with money, he still couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of
a woman kicking ass in a combat-type situation. "Probably Ted killed 'em
all before he died," he thought. "Yeah, that's the ticket.  No way a woman
could have pulled that off.  Sure, if I've got a financial situation I'll
call for Olivia, but in a combat situation? Give me Victor and Bruno every
time." He glanced up at his two aforementioned bodyguards, who were 
sitting in chairs near the front of his office, ever alert.

If Edward had seen or heard the blood-soaked carnage that Angela had just
inflicted on the people in the meeting room on the 29th floor, he would
have changed his mind pretty quickly.  But neither he nor his bodyguards
had heard a thing...the meeting room was seven stories below the penthouse
and the CEO's office was well soundproofed.

The elevator door opened and Angela stepped out, briefcase in hand, pistol
in her pocket, and rifle slung across her chest.  She marched confidently
towards the light coming from Edward's office, a cold look on her pretty
but hardened face.  One never would have guessed that she had been such an
ordinary, peaceful woman just twenty-four hours ago.  She reached the 
office door and prepared her sexy leg...

CRASH! Angela's powerful high kick splintered the wooden door into pieces.
Edward, Bruno, and Victor looked up in shock. "YOU?!" sputtered Edward.

"That's right, asshole, it's me," said Angela, the muzzle of her rifle
pointed into the office.  Victor and Bruno both reached into their suits 
for weapons.  A burst from her AK-47 shredded Victor's legs and he went
down, whimpering like a baby.  A second burst annihilated Bruno's hand and
arm.  He slid to the floor in a sitting position, howling in pain and
trying to cover the bloody mess with his good arm.

She advanced on Edward, her blonde hair flowing behind her and a look of
cold fury in her blue eyes.  The CEO felt a warm trickle go down his leg.
He had wet his pants.  Angela laughed when she noticed.

"Close your eyes," she said softly.  Edward, quivering with fear, closed
his eyes.  With all her strength, she delivered a solid punch to his jaw.
The CEO slumped to the floor, stunned and semi-conscious. "I'm going to
finish you slowly, you filthy piece of shit," she hissed.  Edward's only
response was to let out some more urine.

She turned her attention to the two bodyguards.  Digging into their suits,
she pulled out their pistols and tossed the weapons into the hall.  Her
soccer kick to Victor's groin from a powerful leg sent him to new heights
of pain and agony.  Turning on Bruno, she kicked him in the head as he was
down, sending him several feet backwards. "Get up, you big fuckhead," she
said. "Try to fight me, if you're man enough."

Bruno stumbled to his feet, his useless arm dangling by his side.  At 6'2"
and 215 pounds, he towered over Angela's 5'7", 135-pound figure.  He swung
a punch at her with his good arm.  She ducked under it and delivered a 
punch of her own directly into his left eye, turning it black.  Grabbing
him by the shoulders, she drove her knee into his stomach, then viciously
headbutted him.  As he stood there, stunned, she stepped back slightly.

"They warn me not to do this move in kickboxing matches because it might
kill someone," she said with a smirk. "I've been aching for a chance to
test it out on a person." With that, she performed a perfect standing back
handspring.  As she flipped, her feet plowed into the underside of Bruno's
jaw with such force that his neck broke.  His corpse slumped to the floor,
head twisted at an odd angle, as Angela landed neatly on her feet. "Hmm, it
does work," she remarked casually.

Victor, upon seeing what had just happened to his friend, wet his pants.
Angela rolled her eyes. "You, too? Man, I feel sorry for whoever's going to
have to clean up this mess." She began moving towards Victor, getting a
running start, then did a front tuck somersault, landing a few feet away 
from his groaning form.  Without a word, she leapt onto him and began
pummeling him in the face with brutal punches from her hard fists, turning
his face into a blood-soaked mess.  She paused after about a dozen punches
and announced with a bright smile, "Night-night, fuck-face." As she spoke,
she fired a lethal palm strike into his nose.  Her victim, with a gurgle,
fell dead to the floor as the cartilage from his nose impaled his brain.

Edward had never felt more alone or more frightened in his life.  After
seeing the deadly blonde vixen dispatch his two big, muscular, well-
trained bodyguards with ease, he was literally pissing in his pants (more).
In addition, he was also feeling some cognitive dissonance, his brain
attempting to somehow reconcile what he had just observed (a woman kicking
the crap out of two large men) with his long-held beliefs (that women were
weak and incapable of fighting effectively).

Angela advanced on the CEO in a scene reminiscent of Linda Hamilton in
Terminator 2.  Edward stumbled to his feet, knowing that his only hope was
to try to fight her. "Now, I'll finish avenging my husband," she said in a
cruel voice.

She began her attack with lightning speed.  Her helpless opponent was
caught completely off guard.  A beautiful high kick to his face stunned 
him and brutalized his already sore jaw.  She pummeled him in the gut with
a series of fast but dangerously strong punches, then slammed her knee
into his crotch.  As he clutched his wounded family jewels with a mournful
howl, she sent him down to the plush carpet with a roundhouse kick to the
side of his head.

The CEO forced himself back into a standing position as Angela advanced on
him again.  With an animal roar, he charged directly at her, hoping to be
able to use his superior weight to take her down and pin her to the ground.
Angela, however, was having none of it.  She waited until just the right
moment, then gracefully pivoted and launched a powerful side kick into his
chest, sending him flying backwards.  Edward, groaning in pain, tried the
same attack again.  His second charge was as big a failure as his first,
being stopped abruptly when Angela neatly sidestepped it and smashed her
elbow into the side of his head.  The strength of the impact knocked him
into a wall.  He bumped his head and slowly slid down the wall, ending in
a sitting position.

"You thought you were pretty tough, didn't you?" Angela taunted him.
"Bodyguards.  Henchmen to do your dirty work and steal money from your 
own hardworking employees. Assassins to murder anyone who tried to expose
your cowardly schemes.  But what are you going to do now, when it's all
been taken away and the only thing you have left is your feeble excuse of
a manhood?"

"I'm going to kill you, bitch," he snarled in respose, clambering to his
feet again. "But only after I rape you first."

Angela went red with rage. "Warmups are over, asshole," she growled. "Now,
it's time for the show." Her jump kick came out of nowhere and plowed into
his face.  The CEO was knocked into a bookcase with a painful impact.
Pinning him against the bookcase, she balanced on her right leg while
battering his face with lightning-fast and cruelly strong high kicks from
her left.  She laughed shrilly as her foot pounded his face to pulp, her
mind focused on nothing other than destroying this man in a brutal and
bloodthirsty manner.  Finally, she finished the series with a sadistic
crescent kick that slammed into his cheek and knocked him down yet again.

"Get up, you fat pathetic piece of dung," she hissed, grabbing him and
hauling him to his feet.  He tried to take a swing at her.  She caught 
hold of his swinging arm easily, then twisted it painfully. Giggling like
a schoolgirl as he shrieked in pain, she punched him in the nose, then
applied pressure with both hands to break his trapped arm with a loud
SNAP.

"AAAAAARRRRGGGHHH! You filthy cunt! You...AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Edward's
already loud screams grew even louder as Angela futher mutilated his arm
by unleashing a full-power palm strike into his already broken arm bone.
She smiled with satisfaction at her bloody handiwork.  An effortless-
looking high kick to his head sent Edward down face first onto the carpet.

A wicked look came over the blonde vixen's face as she looked down at her
opponent's broad back.  Leaping nimbly onto the CEO's desk, she let out a
shrill, feminine warrior cry as she launched herself into a back tuck
somersault.  She landed on his back with incredible force, feeling bone
crunching from the impact of her feet.

Edward, in the worst pain of his life, tried to crawl away, but his legs
were completely unresponsive.  Angela's backflip from hell had shattered
the lower part of his spine and left his lower body completely paralyzed.
She snickered at his feeble attempts to wriggle and move away.

"Finishing time," she said softly. "Blood and gore will be repaid in blood
and gore." With that, she raised her leg in a full vertical split, showing
off her amazing and sexy flexibility.  She then dropped her leg down with
lethal speed and strength onto his head.  Her heel smashed into his skull
with the force of a steel poleax.  His skull simply shattered into pieces
and his own blood and brain matter stained his expensive carpet.  Angela
stared, unblinking, at the mess for several seconds.

Finally, she looked up from the mutilated corpse, breathing heavily.  The
deed was done.  Her heightened senses searched for any signs of detection.
There were none.  She gathered up her briefcase and weapons and walked
calmly towards the exit.  Pausing at the doorway, she whispered, "Rest in
peace, my love.  And rest in pieces, my enemies."

She took the elevator back down to the ground floor, ready to machine-gun
any potential witnesses.  There were none, however.  All was quiet.
Reaching the front door of the building, she quickly disassembled the 
rifle and put the parts back into the briefcase.  She then sauntered out
into the dark night.

Three hours later, Angela was relaxing in her bedroom with a glass of wine
and a piece of chocolate cake.  The TV news was just breaking that the
second shift of night guards, who replaced the first shift at midnight,
had discovered a horrible scene of sixteen dead bodies at the company's
headquarters.  The security tapes were stolen, no witnesses were left
behind, and police had no idea as to the identity of the man or men who
had committed this bloodsoaked atrocity...

She laughed at the use of the word "men." Would they ever learn?

Angela took out the picture of her husband and kissed it softly.  From
death had come a new life for her.  Those responsible for Ted's murder
had been dealt with, but there were other assholes out there who needed
killin'.  She had become addicted to the power of it.  She knew she would
kill again.  The only issue was selecting a list of appropriate targets.

In the following weeks, the deaths of the corporation's top executives 
led to an exposure of their corrupt accounting practices.  The exposure
came just in time to prevent an Enron-like collapse of the company.
Newspaper opinion columnists, political pundits, and bloggers were deeply
divided on their opinions about the unknown assassin.  Some called for
"him" to receive the same treatment as "his" victims, while others
declared the killer to be a great hero who had saved thousands of innocent,
hardworking people from losing their jobs.  But they were all in agreement
on one thing - they wanted to find out who the assassin was.  The police,
however, were forced to admit that they were stumped.  Angela had covered
her (sexy) ass very well.

No matter what happened next, Angela knew that she was now on the path to 
a brave new world.

To be continued...

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