Trail of Blood
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Three teenage girls vs. Mexican drug cartel


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story stars Alexandra, Eva, and Lindsay from "Spring
Break." Alex also appeared in "Close to Home" and "Attack on Interstate 8."

It was a scorching hot day in June. Lindsay drove her black Nissan Xterra
along the dusty, lonely Texas road. Her two best friends, Alexandra and Eva,
were with her. The three girls had just finished their sophomore year of
college. They were in Texas to visit Lindsay's aunt and uncle, who owned a
small ranch there. "You'll love them," Lindsay said. "When I was little, I
always looked forward to visiting there because Uncle Ike and Aunt Jeanne are
really easygoing, and my parents are pretty strict."

Lindsay turned onto a smaller and dustier road. After a few miles, she entered
a long driveway and finally parked the SUV in front of a friendly-looking
two-story house, painted white. The

girls all got out and stretched their arms and legs. It had been two long,
weary days of driving from San Diego, where they lived, to Texas.

"I'm ready for a cold beer and a long nap," said Eva. "That motel we stayed in
last night was the pits. I hardly slept at all."

"Me neither," said Alexandra. She paused when she noticed Lindsay staring at a
black GMC Yukon parked in the driveway. "Is everything okay?"

Lindsay pointed at the Yukon. "That's not theirs. Uncle Ike and Aunt Jeanne
didn't say anything about getting a new car. And they hardly ever have
visitors. And they should have heard us come in by now."

"Well, let's knock and see what's up," Eva said. The girls made their way onto
the front porch. Lindsay was about to knock when she noticed that the door was
ajar. She pushed it open.

"Aunt Jeanne? Uncle Ike? Are you there?"

There was no answer.

"Hello? Anyone home?" Alex called out. Still no answer.

"Uh...guys?" squeaked Eva suddenly, pointing at something on the floor. "Is
that what I think it is?"

Lindsay and Alex turned to look. "Uh-oh. Yep. It's blood," said Alexandra.

They followed a trail of blood to a closed door. Lindsay opened it with a deep
breath...and suddenly let out a piercing scream.

Inside the room were five decapitated bodies. The heads were piled together in
the center of the room.

Lindsay immediately ran over to the corpses of a middle-aged couple in the far
corner. "Aunt Jeanne! Uncle Ike! NOOOOOO!" She bent over the bodies, sobbing
hysterically.

Eva and Alex both looked like they were going to be sick, even though all the
girls had seen dead bodies before. But the amount of blood and the sheer
savagery of the scene was overwhelming.

Lindsay stood up, looking at the other three bodies, two men in work clothes
and a woman wearing an apron. "They killed the ranch hands and the cook too.
They killed EVERYBODY. What kind of fuckers would do something like this?"

"Mexican drug cartels often decapitate their victims," said Eva,

moving over to hold Lindsay comfortingly.

"And we're less than thirty miles from the border," Alex added,

hugging both of the other girls.

Lindsay wiped away her tears and sighed. "The last time I talked to him, Uncle
Ike said they were having problems with drug smugglers crossing their land.
But I never thought it would end up like thi..." She stopped suddenly when a
noise came from upstairs.

"Someone's still here," whispered Eva. All three girls gulped.

Lindsay began moving towards the stairs. A determined look appeared on her
face.

"Um, Lindsay, shouldn't we get some kind of weapons before we..." Alexandra
began.

"No time," said Eva. "Come on. Three pairs of fists are better than one." She
and Alex followed their friend up the stairs.

Lindsay rounded a corner...and came face-to-face with a big, ugly,
brown-skinned man in dirty clothes. He had a bag filled with jewelry, which he
had evidently been busy looting, in his right hand.

With a curse, the man swung the bag at Lindsay's head, but she ducked safely
under it and kicked him in the chest. She then grabbed him and threw him over
her shoulder in a judo throw. He went sailing through the air and landed in a
heap. The bag flew out of his hand, spilling necklaces and bracelets all over
the hall.

He tried to get up, but Eva rammed her knee into his face, knocking him down
again and releasing a spray of blood. Alex kicked him in the head, knocking
him unconscious.

Eva and Lindsay quickly searched the rest of the house while Alexandra guarded
the intruder. He was just waking up when the other girls returned.

"Nothing," said Eva.

"Me neither," said Lindsay, glaring hatefully at the man lying on the floor.

She hauled him roughly to his feet. "Okay, asshole," she growled,

viciously backhanding him across the face. His nose, which had been broken by
Eva's knee, was damaged further and more blood sprayed out. "You're going to
tell me everything I want to know. Cooperate, and I'll let you live. Don't,
and you die."

"Uh...no habla ingles," said the man nervously.

Eva spoke to him in perfect Spanish. "No excuses. Start talking. In whatever
language."

He growled, but other than that remained silent. Lindsay drove her knee into
his groin with all her strength. He let out a high-pitched howl of agony.

"You want to talk, or do you want to scream?" Lindsay asked, kneeing him in
the crotch again. His screams grew louder.

"Okay, okay!" he said. "I'll talk. I speak English."

"Good," said Lindsay coldly. "Now who killed them?"

"It wasn't me, I swear!" he shrilled in a cowardly voice. "It was those other
guys that were with me. They did it."

"And WHY?" growled Lindsay.

"We have to distribute our product, and they were in the way.

We wanted to send a message."

POW! Lindsay smashed her fist into his gut. He doubled over in pain. "You
cocksuckers," she snarled.

"Which cartel do you work for?" asked Alexandra.

"The Gulf Cartel. The proud and the mighty," he answered, wheezing and trying
to stand up straight. "We're going to be taking over..."

POW! Alexandra shut him up with a punch to his face. "Just the facts, punk.
Where are the others now?"

"They have a camp set up about five miles southwest of here, by a spring."

"How many are there?" Eva asked.

"About fifteen of them."

"What kind of weapons do they have?"

"They have AK-47s and RPGs. They're tough and you'd be loco to go..."

POW! Eva punched him in the face. "Didn't she tell you 'just the facts'? You
hard of hearing or just dumb?"

"Sorry, senorita," he said in a submissive voice.

"Well, that's all we need to know," Lindsay smirked icily. "And that means
it's time for you to die."

A panicked look came over his ugly face. "But you said you'd let me live!"

"I lied," said Lindsay simply. She kneed him in his testicles one more time
for good measure, then spun him around and wrapped a slender but muscular arm
around his neck. She gave a quick jerk, breaking his neck. Letting the corpse
fall to the ground, she spat on it. All three girls looked at the dead body
with satisfaction, then looked at each other and nodded.

"Well, it's time to finish the job," said Lindsay.

"I want to kill those fuckers as much as anyone, but we're talking opponents
with military-level weaponry who outnumber us five to one," said Alexandra.
"Then again, I don't think the police can do any better. And if we go to them
it might take long enough that the cartel guys might get away."

Eva put a hand on Lindsay's shoulder. "We all want to see those assholes dead,
but it's going to be three teenage girls against a small army. And we're not
superwomen. We know how to fight and we know how to shoot, but it's not like
we have elite commando training or anything. But it's your family that was
murdered, so it's your call."

"Right. We have your back whatever you decide," Alex echoed.

"Let's get ready then," replied Lindsay simply. She hugged the other girls.
"Thanks for having my back. And you don't have to do this. It's my vendetta."

"I'd say we do have to do this," said Alexandra.

"Yes. This is what friends are for," Eva added.

Lindsay smiled. "Let's make our attack plan then. I know where the spring is,
I went out there a lot of times when I was little.

It's too rough even for a four-wheel-drive vehicle, but we can take horses if
the fuckers didn't steal or kill them. And there's a gun safe downstairs. Let
me get the key."

Downstairs, Lindsay opened the safe. Handing a high-powered semi-automatic
rifle to Alexandra, she said, "You're the best shot out of the three of us.
You should take this one." She handed a shotgun to Eva and took another
shotgun for herself.

"This is all they had, except for my uncle's service pistol. But that's not
going to do us much good against machine guns. Not much to go against a small
army, I know."

"We'll have the element of surprise," said Alex. "Those fuckers aren't going
to know we're coming. Until it's too late."

"And let's hope they're lousy shots," Eva chimed in.

The tough and sexy girls rapidly and expertly loaded their weapons and
gathered extra ammunition. "Thank God we're tomboys," said Lindsay. "I hate to
think where we'd be if we didn't know how to shoot."

Armed and dangerous, the young women headed outside. Dressed in jeans and
tight shirts, they made a sexy picture. Lindsay was a 5'9", 132-pound
blue-eyed vixen with shoulder length blonde hair.

Eva was a Latina with long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a deep tan. She
stood at 5'7" and 130 pounds. Alexandra was the smallest at 5'6" and 128
pounds. Her dark brown eyes were identical in color to Eva's, and her dark
brown hair went down to the middle of her back. All three girls had muscular
but feminine bodies and attractive, high-cheekboned faces.

"Good, the horses are still here," said Lindsay. "Let's saddle up."

With the blonde leading the way, the pretty girls rode off in pursuit of the
murderers, looking very much like warrior cowgirls. Their long hair blew in
the breeze, and their weapons gave them an aura of danger and authority. The
youthfulness and attractiveness of their faces contrasted sharply with their
expressions of anger and determination.

After about four miles, Lindsay raised her right hand, signaling the others to
halt. "We're getting close. Let's tie the horses here and go on foot the rest
of the way."

Gripping their weapons tightly, the girls began hiking towards the spring.
They crested a small ridge...and saw the enemy camp for the first time. Two
men were closest to them, then two more a little beyond that. The rest of the
thugs, about a dozen, were milling around several tents.

"Well, at least that guy told the truth about one thing," said

Lindsay. The girls continued moving forward, but more slowly and quietly now.

Alexandra suddenly raised her hand, stepping off the trail. "This is a good
sniper position," she whispered. "I'll stay here. You two try to take out
those outliers silently. I'll have you covered in case they notice you. Then
we'll all hit the main group together."

"How's your markswomanship at this distance?" Eva asked.

"The closer guys, I can nail headshots on them easily. The guys in the main
camp, I'd probably trust myself more with chest shots. But this baby's
high-powered enough that the bullets should go through any body armor they
might be wearing." Alex patted her rifle affectionately.

"Cool," said Eva. "Lindsay, you ready for this?"

"Fuck yeah. I've been looking forward to this for a while."

The girls gave each other a good-luck group hug, then went their separate
ways. Alex settled in and removed the safety on her rifle, while Lindsay and
Eva made their way cautiously and quietly towards the four closest men.

They reached a tree about thirty yards from the first pair of thugs. It was
the last cover they would have.

"This is it," whispered Lindsay. "For vengeance."

"For vengeance," Eva echoed. The girls kissed each other on the lips, then
began advancing across the open space to the men.

Eva smashed the butt of her shotgun onto one man's head with all her strength,
killing him. At the same time, Lindsay launched her athletic body into the
air, landing on the second man's shoulders, her thighs clamped tightly around
his neck. With a quick twist of her slender hips, she broke his neck. She
stood up on the dead thug's shoulders and did a front layout flip to get back
to the ground. The girls gave each other thumbs-ups.

Eva looked at the guns the men had been carrying. "Just pistols. Cheap 9mm's,
too."

"The other two are close," Lindsay whispered back. They snuck up behind the
next two men.

Lindsay grabbed her victim, spun him around, and fired a lethal palm strike
into his nose, driving cartilage straight into his brain. Eva karate chopped
her opponent in the neck, knocking him down and out. She finished him off with
a crushing stomp to his throat that destroyed his windpipe. The teenage girls
looked at the corpses with satisfaction.

"Only pistols too," muttered Eva, looking at the men's holsters.

"You think that guy lied when he said they had heavier weapons?"

Lindsay asked quietly.

At that moment, a rocket-propelled grenade whooshed past them and

exploded behind them in the distance. The girls dove for cover.

"Guess not," they said at exactly the same time. They whipped out their
shotguns and took aim.

As the man who had just fired reached for another grenade, his head suddenly
exploded in a large red burst of blood and gore.

Alexandra smiled in satisfaction at nailing the head shot. Her face hardening,
she began moving the scope towards her next target.

Curses in Spanish came from the survivors. Eight men sent AK-47 fire and more
rocket-propelled grenades in Eva and Lindsay's direction, while the last three
fired their assault rifles wildly towards where they thought Alex's killing
shot had come from. None of the three came even close to targeting her
position.

Meanwhile, Lindsay and Eva were firing back with their shotguns.

A well-aimed slug from Lindsay blasted a gaping hole right in one man's heart.
An equally precise shot from Eva blew another man's head off.

Knowing that she was relatively safe, while her friends were in greater danger
and outgunned, Alexandra focused on the six men who were still shooting at the
other two girls. Picking one who seemed to be shouting orders, she shot him in
the chest and smirked grimly when she saw a spray of blood erupt from him just
before his lifeless body crashed to the dirt.

A grenade exploded a little too close to Eva, sending bits of shrapnel into
her tanned and toned right forearm. She cried out in pain, but held on to her
gun and kept firing. A second later, her cry turned to one of celebration as
Alex decapitated the man who had fired the grenade with another well-aimed
high-powered rifle bullet.

"You okay, E?" asked Lindsay, rapidly and expertly reloading her shotgun as
Eva continued pumping slugs.

"Yeah. Bleeding a little, but nothing serious." As Lindsay finished reloading
and resumed fire, Eva quickly reloaded her own weapon and pumped it one-handed
with her left arm. "Isn't it so cool that we're strong enough to do stuff that
most guys can't do?"

"Yeah, it is. But right now, we have a job to do."

"Oh, right. The killin'." With that, Eva took aim and blasted a man right in
the gut. With a massive, bloody hole in his stomach, he collapsed to the
ground howling like a baby. A second later, a slug from Lindsay's gun hit a
man in his upper arm, severing the arm from the rest of his body. He began
running around screaming, blood spraying from the stub. Thirty seconds later
both men had bled to death.

Alexandra took out another thug with a shot to his neck, partially
decapitating him and leaving four to go. Suddenly, a grenade impacted the
ground a short distance in front of her.

Dirt and rocks were thrown up and a small, dusty rock hit Alex in the face.
Cursing in pain, she tried to regain her vision.

"Whoever these fuckers are, they're too tough!" cried one man in Spanish.
"Retreat!" Two men began running away while the other two sprayed covering
fire in the direction of Lindsay and Eva.

The two girls were forced to keep their heads down as the men disappeared over
a crest.

Alexandra wiped the last of the grime and blood from her eyes and looked over
the scene. Dead bodies littered the dirt, and the survivors had fled. She went
down to join her friends.

Eva ripped off part of her T-shirt, exposing her tanned, hard abs, and used
the cloth to tie a makeshift bandage around her bleeding arm. She then picked
up an assault rifle from a dead thug. "Cool. AK-47. I always wanted to fire
one of these." She pointed it up into the air and moved her finger towards the
trigger.

"Eva!" scolded Lindsay. "These aren't toys. We'll have chance enough to fire
these into the bodies of those thugs." The blonde

took an AK-47 for herself and both girls picked up several magazines of extra
ammunition.

Alexandra reached the other girls. "You okay? Eva, your arm?"

"Nothing too bad. How about your face?"

Alex touched the dried bloodstains on her cheek. "Just a small cut."

"You want one of these?" asked Lindsay, holding up her assault rifle. "Plenty
to go around." She waved a hand at the many corpses strewn around.

"I'm cool with this," she answered, patting her sniper rifle.

Eva fully took in the number of dead bodies and the amount of blood for the
first time. "Wow. We're really good."

"Those fuckers will learn not to mess with American teenage girls," smirked
Lindsay.

"Right. Now it's time to finish the rest of them off," said Alex. "Let's hunt
some orc."

"I know a shortcut through the rocks that I bet they don't know," Lindsay
announced. "Come on."

The other girls followed the blonde and about fifteen minutes later, they
emerged from the rocks and onto a flat plain with a dirt road running across
it. About a hundred yards to the left,

the four thugs were loading boxes into a Jeep.

A second Jeep with a lone man in it came down the road and parked next to the
first one. The newcomer conversed with the other men in Spanish.

"They're clearing out in a big hurry," Eva whispered, translating for the
other girls. "They don't want to use this area anymore. They're saying it's
too dangerous." Alex and especially Lindsay smiled when they heard that.

One man suddenly whirled around. "Hey!" he shouted, seeing the girls. He
raised his gun, but it was too late. Eva fired a long burst from her assault
rifle, pumping him full of holes. Lindsay killed another man by firing a short
burst from her AK-47 into his skull.

The newcomer, who was still behind the wheel of his Jeep, spun it around and
began driving away. The last two men dove for cover behind a boulder.

Alexandra raised her rifle. She didn't have a clear shot at the driver, but
she fired an expertly aimed shot into the vehicle's left rear tire. The thug
lost control and the Jeep crashed into a large rock. Since he had unbuckled
his seat belt when talking to his companions, the impact hurled him right
through the windshield. He sailed through the air and landed in a heap.

The other two men stood up from behind the boulder, their hands raised. "We
surrender!" said one. "Please no shoot us!"

"Should we shoot them anyway?" Eva whispered.

"No. Let's beat them to death," Lindsay whispered back. All three pretty girls
grinned wickedly.

Alex went over to the third man. Seeing that he was badly bruised and stunned
but other than that unhurt, she kicked him in the side, breaking one of his
ribs. The pain caused him to wake up completely. "Get up, asshole," she
growled, hauling him to his feet.

"Kick your weapons away and we won't shoot!" Eva ordered the other two men.
They obeyed. Approaching the thugs, Eva kept them covered with her rifle while
Lindsay hurled the men's weapons far away with her slim but strong arms.

"Now it's time for you fuckers to die," sneered Lindsay.

"But you promised you wouldn't shoot us!" cried one man.

"I know. We're going to beat you to death. That was my aunt and uncle you
cocksuckers killed back there. We're going to show you the same mercy you
showed them." Lindsay faced off with the man who had just spoke, raising her
fists. Eva took the man next to him. Alexandra was already in fighting
position against the third thug.

Alex easily dodged her opponent's attempted punch and stung his cheek with her
fist. He swung again and she blocked the attack with her muscular forearm.
Before he could try another move, she

unloaded a wicked one-two combination of punches, one bruising his other cheek
purple and number two breaking his nose. Smirking, she kneed him in the
stomach. As he stood there in pain and helpless, she calmly stepped backward.
A roundhouse kick to his side from her athletic leg broke another of his ribs.
She then knocked him backwards and down with a jump kick.

Eva flexed her biceps while taunting her opponent in Spanish. With her quick
reflexes, she effortlessly ducked under his swinging fist and savagely
backhanded him across the face. As he cried out like a woman, she fired three
quick punches into his gut. He doubled over, but she straightened him out
quickly with a cheerleader-style high kick to his face that knocked two of his
teeth out. A powerful punch from her surprisingly large fist smashed into his
jaw and knocked another tooth loose. Grinning,

Eva clapped her hands together like she did when cheerleading,

then did a standing back handspring, kicking him in the face and knocking him
to the dry desert floor.

Lindsay's opponent let out a curse in Spanish and charged at her.

She simply kicked him in the chest to stop him, laughing as he ran right into
her outstretched leg. Grunting, he charged again.

This time, she waited until the last second, then stepped to the side and
smashed her elbow into the side of his head. While he was dizzy and helpless,
she brutally punched him in the face several times, giving him a number of
nasty bruises and two black eyes. The pretty blonde followed that up with a
sadistic knee to his testicles that got him doubled over and howling like a
baby.

She paused to laugh at her victim's condition, then got back to business by
performing a one-handed cartwheel kick. Her slim but strong wrist easily held
her weight as she cartwheeled. Her feet slammed into his head one after the
other, sending him to the ground.

Alexandra did a roundoff followed by two back handsprings to take herself to
her victim, who was just getting up. She had finished her tumbling pass with
her back to him. Before he could attack, she back kicked him in the midsection
with the strength of a donkey's kick. As she whirled to face him, her other
leg greeted the side of his head with a spin kick. The impact knocked him

against a boulder. With her opponent pinned against the rock, Alex balanced on
her left leg and fired machine-gun kicks from her right into his face and
chest, sending blood spraying. She easily landed a dozen kicks in less than
five seconds. Finally, she paused, then put all of her strength into a
backflip kick.

There was a sharp CRACK as the attack hit home and the thug collapsed dead,
his neck broken.

Eva's opponent staggered to his feet and tried a high crescent kick on her,
but she ducked safely under it. She responded with a crescent kick of her own
that nailed him right in the face. "Forget to duck?" she taunted him in
Spanish as he cried in pain. "You slow or just dumb?" Before he could recover,
she knocked him down again with a roundhouse kick to the side of his skull.
Jumping on top of him, she yanked him up by the shirt collar and viciously
headbutted him to send him back down. She then began brutally working him over
with punches to his face. Her fists soon became soaked with blood. Finally,
she sat her semiconscious victim up, his back against a large rock. She
finished him with repeated knee strikes to his throat, only stopping long
after his windpipe had been crushed.

Lindsay's victim tried to get up, but she knocked him back down with a savage
knee to his face that sent blood spraying all over her clothes. Smirking, she
then did a double knee drop onto his chest, getting back to her feet by
performing a back tuck off of him. Standing over her helpless male victim, the
slender beauty began kicking him, starting with his groin. She nailed his
crotch with soccer-style kicks again and again, not moving on until she was
sure his balls had been utterly pulverized. Ignoring his howls of agony and
cries for mercy, she started kicking his ribs, cracking and breaking them and
sending fragments of bone into his lungs. Finally, she prepared her finisher.
She raised her left leg into a full vertical split, then dropped it onto his
head with tremendous speed and force.

Her lethal axe kick simply split his skull open like a watermelon. Blood,
gore, and brain matter stained the desert floor.

Lindsay stared at the corpse of the man she had just brutalized and killed for
several seconds, feeling her heart rate slowly return to normal. A cold, grim
feeling of satisfaction flowed through her, as she knew vengeance was now
hers. "Rest in peace, Aunt Jeanne and Uncle Ike," she whispered.

Looking up, she saw Alexandra and Eva staring at her.

"You okay, L?" Eva asked.

"Yes." Lindsay tossed her blonde hair. "Well, we gave these fuckers what they
deserved."

"I guess we just leave the bodies here?" said Eva.

"Yes. Those guys like leaving bodies as warnings. Now it's our turn," Alex
said. "When their cartel buddies come here and find these, maybe they'll back
off and stay the fuck out."

"We already made enemies of the Mexican government when we killed those
rapists on our spring break," Lindsay remarked. "Looks like we're going
further down that path."

"Not necessarily," said Alexandra. "The current government is allied with, or
should I say in the pockets of, the Sinaloa cartel. These guys are from the
Gulf cartel. The government will probably be happy we knocked them off. Not
that they're morally any better, of course."

"Well, let's head back to the ranch before *our* cops catch us with these
bodies," said Eva. She took Lindsay's hand, Alex taking the blonde's other
hand. Arm in arm, the three pretty teenage girls began making their way back
towards the horses.

THE END

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