Not Again, Part 3
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Can anyone stop Roxy?


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just wanted to give a little shout-out to all my loyal fans. I
always appreciate the emails you send me, compliments and constructive
criticism alike. Hell, even the non-constructive criticism has entertainment
value. I got one email the other day complaining about the fact that all my
heroines are beautiful.

Well, anyway, thanks for the responses, keep 'em coming, and I hope you enjoy
reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

* * *

Melanie's phone rang at three in the morning. She rolled over, rubbing her
eyes. "Hello?" she said sleepily.

"Mel, it's me," came Sara's voice. "They found Candice. Or more accurately,
what's left of her."

* * *

Sara and Melanie looked at the corpses of the elderly farm couple. Both the
man's and the woman's skulls had been smashed into paste.

"The coroner said each skull was destroyed by a single blow. That could only
be Roxy," said Sara.

"But from what I've heard, these guys got off easy compared to Candice,"
Melanie said. "Could we see her...er, corpse?"

"Sure," the policeman showing them around answered. "Follow me.

But I should warn you, several officers threw up when they first saw it."

Upstairs, when they saw the remnants of Candice's body, both women's hands
flew to their mouths. Both her arms and both her legs were broken. Ribs had
been pulled out. Her head was missing, and there was a huge, fist-sized hole
in her stomach.

Although Sara and Melanie were used to violence, this was extreme even for
them.

"A human fist did that?" Melanie asked, staring at the hole in Candice's gut.

"Not a human one," said Sara in a low voice. "Someone superhuman in strength
but subhuman in soul."

"Um...where's the head?" asked Melanie.

A short while later, they were standing in the grass a hundred yards from the
house, looking at Candice's decapitated head. Forensics experts were busy
examining it.

"Coroner's report says Roxy kicked the head off," said the policeman.

"And it came this far. No one should be able to kick a head clean off, much
less kick it a hundred yards. How far can you kick a soccer ball, Melanie?"
Sara asked.

"About 55 yards, probably."

"I can do about the same. Roxy seems to be even stronger than when we fought
her." Sara shook her brunette head.

"Why would she kill Candice?" Melanie wondered.

"She probably realized that Candice was no longer useful to her," Sara
answered. She looked down at the decapitated head. "Candice was evil, but no
one deserves to die like that. She didn't deserve any worse than a clean
lethal injection. We've got to stop Roxy before she pulverizes and kicks
anyone else into paste."

"What's being done now?"

"All airports, seaports, train stations, and border crossings have been
notified to be on alert for Roxy in case she decides to flee the country.
Also, all the people involved in sending Roxy to prison are being contacted to
put them into witness protection. In fact, that's what I was working on when
the call came in about Candice's...remnants being found."

"You were working that late at night? Why didn't you tell me? I could have
been helping you."

"Melanie, that broken rib of yours needs *some* bed time for healing. But you
can help me now if you want. I told my assistant to keep at it while I came
out here. I'll call him right now and see how he's doing." She whipped out her
cell phone and dialed.

"Hey, it's Sara. How are you getting along with the names? Okay. You told them
to flee immediately and come to the nearest FBI office, right? No telling when
Roxy might show up for vengeance. Good. Okay, I'll be right there."

Sara turned to Melanie. "The prosecuting attorney and eleven of the twelve
jurors who convicted her are already on their way in.

The judge from the case died of natural causes about a year ago, but Juror No.
8 hasn't been able to be reached. Hopefully she's just away on a business trip
or something."

"What about the defense attorney?" asked Melanie. "She might decide to kill
him for failing to get her off."

Sara went very pale. "Oh my God, what a blonde moment I had for not thinking
of him!"

Melanie tossed her blonde hair and gave Sara a reproachful (but teasing) look.

"Sorry, Mel. You know what I meant." Sara whipped out her cell phone again and
called the lawyer.

"No answer. I hope..." Her voice trailed off. "I'm going right over to check
on him. You check on Juror No. 8. Here's her address."

* * *

When Sara pulled into the lawyer's driveway and saw the door ajar, she knew
she was too late. Drawing her gun, she went inside.

His corpse was not hard to find. The trail of blood led right to it. He had
been ripped in half at the waist.

* * *

When Melanie pulled into Juror No. 8's driveway and saw the door ajar, she
knew she was too late. Drawing her gun, she went inside.

Her corpse was not hard to find. The trail of blood led right to it. Her heart
had been ripped right out of her chest.

* * *

"So what's going to happen now?" Melanie and Sara were seated in Sara's office
at the police station.

"The FBI is staking out all the other houses now. They'll be ready if she
shows up. But I don't think she will. She killed the defense attorney and
Juror No. 8 first because they were the closest. She must have gone to some
other houses after that, thankfully after we warned them. When she started
finding empty houses she must have realized the jig was up. I'm going to start
combing police reports for any other crimes that could only have been done by
someone with Roxy's superhuman strength. Looks like that's all we can do
now...try to clean up and catch her after she kills again." Sara sighed in
frustration, furious with herself for not thinking of the defense attorney in
time.

Melanie stroked Sara's dark brown hair affectionately. "Here, let me help you
search on the second computer."

"Thanks, Mel. I'll log you in."

* * *

FOUR HOURS LATER

Sara stood up, yawning and stretching her athletic body. "I'm going to get
something from the vending machine. You want anything, Mel... Mel?"

Melanie was staring at her screen, her mouth wide open. "I think I've found
something!" She suddenly slapped her forehead. "Shit, I didn't put the dates
in right for the search parameters. This is from several months ago, when Roxy
was in prison."

"Wait a minute," said Sara, hurrying over to look. "This is better. In fact,
this is much better. It means that there's someone else out there with that
kind of strength. Someone who might be able to help us. So what have you got?"

"Check this out. A few months ago, a man was found dead in his home. He had
been beaten and stomped to death, but get this. His penis was pulverized into
paste. The coroner's report says that from the directional trauma of the penis
cells, the only way it could have been done was if someone had squeezed his
cock in his or her fist. No human is strong enough to do that... except...And
since Roxy was locked up at the time..."

"Any leads on the case?" Sara asked.

"Nope. Since the dead guy was some sicko child molester, the cops didn't pay
much attention to it and just filed it away."

"It's good that the guy was a child molester. If it was a regular person that
would mean that the killer is just another psychopath. But a child
molester...Maybe it was a vigilante who wanted to do the right thing. Of
course, it could always have been a drug deal gone bad or something like that,
but I'm hoping not. Now, where did this take place?"

"Not far. Couple towns over, about fifty miles away," Melanie

responded.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get out there."

In the car, Melanie leaned over and looked at her friend. "Do you think this
person will be willing to help us?"

"I don't want to put on any rose-colored glasses or anything, but I think our
chances are pretty good. Of course one can never be sure, but I think the
person who killed that guy was playing vigilante. Justifiable homicide."

When they arrived at the house where the murder had taken place, Sara parked
the car right across the street from it. "We'll split up and start questioning
the neighbors. See if any of them saw anything significant on the day of the
killing. Of course the cops should have done this already, but because of the
circumstances I don't think they did a very thorough job."

The girls got to work, Sara taking one side of the street and Melanie the
other. When both ventures proved fruitless, they moved on to more distant
streets.

* * *

Melanie rang yet another doorbell. When the man answered, she went through the
words she had recited seemingly a thousand times, although in reality it was
only twenty.

"Yeah, I did see something weird that night," he replied. Melanie stood up
straight, her heart beating faster.

"I was just letting the cat out when I saw this car park right over there and
this beautiful woman in a red dress got out. She walked over around that way.
People don't usually dress like that around here. And I thought it was kinda
weird that she'd park so far from wherever she was going."

"Did you get the license plate, by any chance?"

"No." He snapped his fingers. "But I do remember that the last two digits were
78. I remember because I was born in '78."

"Remember what the car looked like?"

"Black four-door sedan. Don't remember any more details."

"How about the woman?"

"About your height or a little taller, but she was wearing high heels. Long
dark brown hair, olive skin, maybe mid or late twenties."

"Was she by any chance muscular?"

"Funny you should mention that. Yeah, she was. She was wearing a sleeveless
dress with elbow-length gloves, and I remember how powerful her upper arms
looked. That's what made her so attra-

oops." He stopped in embarrassment upon realizing that he was describing his
fetish to a complete stranger.

"Hey, it's okay," said Melanie reassuringly. "If it wasn't for guys who like
muscular women, I'd never get a date." He smiled in relief when she said that.

"Thank you very much," she went on. "You've been very helpful."

Grinning with success, she darted back down the driveway and called Sara on
her cell phone, quickly explaining everything.

Back at the police station, the girls sat in Sara's office. The brunette began
clicking away at her computer as Melanie read the information from the notes
she had taken.

"How many cars in this area have license plates ending in 78?"

"Five hundred and ninety-seven."

"Of those, how many are black four-door sedans?"

"Seventy-six."

"How many of those are registered to women between the ages of ...say 21 and
32?"

"Nine."

"How many of those women have brown hair?"

"Four."

"How many of those are between...say, 5'5" and 5'10"?"

"Two."

"What about their weights? We know our target has an athletic, healthy
weight."

"This one weighs 230 pounds. Can't be her. So that just leaves

..."

"Her," said Sara and Melanie at the same time, smiling at each other in
triumph.

"Miss Juanita Martinez. 29 years old. 5'7", 140 pounds. Let me see if we have
anything on her...hello!"

"What is it?" Melanie asked.

"No criminal record for her, but according to the police report, this Juanita
here was involved in a self-defense incident. Some guy broke into her house
and she killed him...with her bare hands and feet."

"It is SO her!" said the blonde excitedly.

"Agreed, but let's not get too excited," said Sara. "First of all, we have no
actual proof that she's the one who crushed the child molester's cock. Second,
I'm not sure she even knows the full extent of her own strength. And finally,
there's no guarantee that she'll help us." She paused. "But we've taken a big
step today. No doubt about that."

"So what next?" asked Melanie.

"Let's print out an eight-by-ten picture of her and take it to that guy you
were talking to. We'll see if he can identify her. And if it does turn out to
be her...we need to go and talk to her. We'll go after dinnertime, when she'll
probably be home from work."

"Think there'll be any danger?"

"I doubt it. We should be able to convince her that we're on her side."

* * *

THAT EVENING

Sara and Melanie stood on the porch of Juanita's house. Earlier, they had
shown the witness Juanita's picture and he had identified her as the same
woman he had seen on the night of the murder.

The girls looked at each other and took deep breaths. Sara rang the bell.

An attractive, muscular brunette answered. She was dressed in simple jeans and
white shirt and looked just like her picture.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"Miss Juanita Martinez?" Melanie asked.

"Yes, that's me."

"I'm Lieutenant Sara Ramos." Sara flashed her badge and noticed Juanita grow
visibly alarmed. "This is my friend Melanie O'Connor. We'd like to ask you a
few questions."

"May I ask what about?" Juanita's voice was refined, but had a distinct tint
of nervousness about it.

"About the death of a local child molester a few months ago," said Sara
boldly. Juanita opened her mouth, but Sara shushed her.

"Just hear me out, and then you can decide what you want to do or say. I'm not
investigating the case and I'm not here to get a confession. In fact, I don't
even want you to confess. We need your help for something much bigger than
that." Sara explained the whole story of Roxy's escape and killing spree.
"We're sorry for dropping this on you, but will you help us?"

Juanita touched her head. "Wow. This is all so much. I think we should all sit
down. Please, come in."

The three sexy women sat down on a couch. Juanita looked at the other two.

"I've always been strong and athletic. But I never realized I was that strong
until the day I crushed that child molester's cock into paste...oops." Her
hand flew to her mouth when she realized she had just confessed. A look of
alarm appeared on her elegant, high-cheekboned face. "Are you going to arrest
me now?"

"Of course not!" said Sara. "Like we said, that's not what we're here for."

"Plus, you could probably kill both of us easily," Melanie added.

Juanita tilted her head. "I don't think I'm THAT strong. And I don't think I'm
a match for this Roxy. Not after what you say she did. Ripping a man in half?
Ripping a woman's heart right out of her chest? Crushing a person's skull with
a single punch? Kicking someone's head clean off and sending it flying a
hundred yards? I'm strong, but I'm not THAT strong."

"From everything we've researched, I think you're underestimating

your own strength," said Sara.

There was silence in the room for a few moments, then Juanita said, "So,
what's the plan?"

"Does that mean you'll help us?" Melanie asked.

"Of course. My sense of justice is similar to you guys'. If I can stop that
psycho bitch, I guess it's my destiny," Juanita answered.

"Oh, thank you so much, Miss Martinez," said Melanie and Sara at exactly the
same time.

Juanita laughed. "No problem, and please call me Juanita or Nita."

"Okay, Nita. The plan is for you to be there when we find her and take her
down, just in case things get out of hand. You'll need to be on call and stay
with us. We'll pay all your expenses, of course, and make arrangements with
your boss so everything is okay with your employment. Now remember that this
is strictly voluntary. You don't have to do this." Sara paused and took a deep
breath.

"Oh, I know. But I want to do this," said Nita.

"You may not after we tell you the next part," said Sara, letting her breath
out.

"What about it?"

"Well," Melanie spoke up, "we do need to...um...test your strength to see just
how you would measure up against Roxy.

So we've...acquired a bunch of criminals and degenerates. Rapists, murderers,
child molesters. The worst of the worst, real trash. So you can...you know."

Noticing the look on Juanita's face, Sara said quickly, "Remember the part
about this being completely voluntary. If you don't want to do this, you can
just forget we were ever here."

Juanita smiled wistfully. "Well, I've already done one. I guess I can say that
now since I stupidly confessed earlier. And you know what they say. After the
first one, the rest are free."

"So you're in?" asked Melanie.

"I'm in."

The three attractive women gave each other a tight group hug, then got ready
to leave. "Pack a bag," said Sara. "And bring a gun, or guns, if you want.
We'll have weapons for everyone at the station but you're always welcome to
bring your own too. You do know how to shoot, right?"

"Oh yes," answered Juanita. "I learned in the Girl Scouts. Not to brag or
anything, but I'm pretty good."

"Great," said Melanie. "And don't be shy about bragging. Sara and I both do
it."

* * *

THE NEXT MORNING

After a good night's sleep and a hearty breakfast, Juanita, Sara, and Melanie
were ready for the next step. They went into a large basement. Five men were
locked in individual cages in the big room. They glared in anger and fear when
the girls came in, not knowing what would happen to them but knowing that it
wouldn't be good.

"How, exactly, did you get these guys?" Nita asked.

"Sara and I went online and cherry-picked five convicts who had committed the
vilest and most hateful crimes," Melanie

responded. "I'm a former professional assassin and I've done some...favors for
some higher-ups in the government. They owed me one and they released these
guys into our custody."

"Wow," said Juanita. "You guys don't mess around."

Sara stroked Juanita's long dark hair affectionately. "Are you ready?"

Nita nodded. She was wearing black leather boots, skintight black pants, black
leather wrist-length gloves, and a tight black top with three-quarter length
sleeves. The pants were tight enough to show how developed her leg muscles
were, and the top was tight enough to display the outline of her large biceps
and six-pack abs. Her thick, tanned, hyper-muscular forearms were bare.

"What the fuck is going on here?" demanded one of the men in the cages.

Melanie smirked coldly. "Since you're a loudmouth, you get to go first," she
said. She pressed a button and the loud man's cage opened. Turning to Nita,
she said, "This one raped and murdered a 13-year-old girl."

Juanita nodded, her initial hesitiation developing into a desire for
vengeance. She moved forward.

The convict looked at the beautiful woman advancing on him. She was smaller
than him, but very muscular. Still, she was just a girl, right? He began
advancing, wanting to rape and kill all three of these women.

Juanita suddenly threw herself into a tumbling pass. She did a front tuck,
roundoff, back handspring, whip-back, full twisting layout, two more back
handsprings, and finally finished with a

kick-full. As she went through her final flip, she crashed into her victim,
who had frozen helplessly like a deer in the headlights as soon as she had
started tumbling, and knocked him to the floor. She landed perfectly on her
feet, then jumped on top of him.

"Try just bashing his skull in," Sara called out.

Juanita drew back her massive, leather-gloved fist and punched him in the head
with all her strength. His skull exploded into pieces and blood, bone, and
brain matter flew everywhere.

"Wow, I *am* that strong!" she cheered. Sara and Melanie applauded. The four
remaining convicts trembled in fear. Some pissed or shat their pants. Juanita
stood up and sneered at them, enjoying the power she had over them.

Sara pressed a button to release another criminal. "This one molested and
sodomized eight boys, all under eight years old."

The convict tried rushing Nita, but she simply grabbed him by the throat,
holding him up with her left hand. She plunged her right into his chest. She
withdrew it with a squishing sound, holding an object. It was his heart. He
collapsed, blood pooling everywhere. Juanita disdainfully threw the heart on
top of him.

"Next," said Melanie, pressing another button. "This one murdered his pregnant
wife, then cut out and ate the fetus."

This convict approached Nita more cautiously, in a fighting stance with his
fists up. It did him no good, however. She simply lashed out with a
cheerleader-style high kick, taking his head clean off. It sailed across the
room and crashed into the far wall. "Wow, I really underestimated my own
strength," she said.

"Let's do the last two together," said Sara, releasing them. "These two robbed
a convenience store. After they got the money they rounded up the clerk and
all the customers and executed them all. Two seven-year-old children were
among the murder victims."

This time both men began running away in fear. Juanita laughed.

Using her fast running abilities, she caught up to them easily.

She grabbed one and threw him against the wall, stunning him.

Turning on the second man, she suddenly did a handstand and grabbed him around
the waist with her legs. Lifting him into the air, she began squeezing. A few
seconds later, she had ripped him in half with her thighs.

The other man was now on his knees begging for mercy. Juanita glared at him.
"I bet those guys at the convenience store begged for mercy too," she growled.
"I'm going to show you the same mercy you showed them. Now get up and take
your death like a man."

Worshipful of her strength, beauty, and femininity, he found himself obeying.
As soon as he finished standing up, Nita kicked him in the chest as hard as
she could. Her big black boot went right through his chest, leaving a huge,
boot-shaped hole as she withdrew her leg. As his body began falling, she
backflip kicked his head off.

She looked over at Sara and Melanie. "Did I pass?"

Despite expecting and even planning all this, both Sara and Melanie were a
little stunned at Juanita's brutal feminine strength and the sadistic pleasure
she had taken in slaughtering the helpless males. Finally Sara said, "Oh yes."

"With flying colors," Melanie added.

Juanita smiled sassily. "That was fun." Sara and Melanie looked at each other
a little nervously.

"Well, what are we standing around for? Roxy's waiting." Juanita tossed her
long dark beautiful hair and started out of the room.

Sara and Melanie looked at each other again before following her.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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