High School Gymnast, Episode III: Chop Shop
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Eliza takes on  and takes out  a ring of car thieves


Eliza sat in detention, bored as fuck. The pretty, athletic eighteen-year-old
high school senior looked around at the other girls and boys in the room, all
of whom were just as bored. She then looked at the clock on the wall. Fifteen
more minutes until she could get out of here. She sighed.

What a ridiculous reason for giving her detention, anyway, she thought. At
lunch, that skinny, nerdy boy, Marvin what's-his-name, had tried to ask her
out. She had laughingly rejected him, informing him that a guy had to be at
least as athletic as she was before she would even consider dating him. Marvin
had made the mistake of calling her a bitch before sulking off. As he was
shuffling away, she had picked up her carton of chocolate milk and hurled it
at the back of his retreating head with impressive strength and perfect
accuracy. As the projectile nailed him with an eruption of brown liquid, she
had high-fived her friends. The whole cafeteria had been laughing at the
drenched dork until the vice principal had shown up and handed Eliza a
detention slip.

It wasn't even as if she had really hurt the little snot. Sure, she could
throw harder than most adult men, but it was just a damn carton of chocolate
milk. Not like what she had done to the perverted janitor and the drug-dealing
history teacher...As she thought about what she had done to them, her eyes
swung shut, her head titled back, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Okay, rugrats, you're free to go," came a voice, startling Eliza out of her
memories. She looked at the clock and saw that detention time was over. Mr.
Isaacson, the auto shop teacher, who had drawn detention supervision duty that
day, was standing by his desk, barking at the students. "Come on, you little
punks, get out of here. I've got more important things to do than deal with
the likes of you people."

Eliza rolled her eyes. Some of the girls thought Isaacson was "hot" and a
tough "bad boy." But she could see right through his bullshit. He was just an
insecure tool who wanted to project an image. He always wore a leather jacket
to school, even on hot days, and he kept his sunglasses on all the time, even
indoors. She giggled to herself. He really was trying too hard.

She was the last student out of the detention room. She heard Isaacson close
the door behind her as she began walking off down the hall. The other kids
were already far ahead of her. Noticing that her shoelace was untied, she bent
down to tie it. Suddenly, she heard Isaacson's voice, obviously talking on a
cell phone.

"Yeah, detention's out now. You can start bringing the cars in. By the time
you get here E.J. and I should be finished securing the place. I'll give you a
call if there are any glitches, but there shouldn't be. I'm sure the detention
kids will want to get the fuck out of here as fast as possible."

Eliza perked up. Isaacson was up to something, and whatever it was, E.J., who
was the school security guard, was in on it too.

The auto shop teacher's voice continued. "So what have you got today? Yes.
Yes. Okay, we'll just strip the old Chevy for parts, but I think I can find a
buyer for the Audi."

Her eyes widened. So smirking Mr. Isaacson was a sleazy car thief, operating a
chop shop right in the school's auto shop! She wasn't really outraged, per
se...she was a bad girl and had never been much for morals or being a
goody-two-shoes. But Isaacson and E.J. were douchebags, so she wasn't going to
just walk away and let them and their buddies do their thing. Her mind was
already racing, formulating a plan to either blackmail the men or turn them in
for glory and probable reward money.

Hearing the conversation end, Eliza quickly hurried off down the hall. She
would go home and get prepared for tonight. She knew the thieves would be at
school for several hours at least. She had plenty of time.

After a quick stop for a burger and fries for dinner, she entered her empty
house. Her parents were still away on their second honeymoon. She headed up
the stairs to her room. Inside, she changed into an outfit consisting of a
black miniskirt, knee-high black leather boots, a white T-shirt that was one
size too small for her, and long black leather gloves.

She admired her reflection in the full-length mirror. Eliza was an
exceptionally beautiful girl, with shoulder-length wavy dark brown hair, brown
eyes, and an elegant, model-like, high-cheekboned face. She was a mix of
eastern European, Arab, and Latina, and had a healthy, even dark brown tan. As
the captain of her high school girls' gymnastics team, her body was both
heavily muscled and extremely feminine. Her ass was round, steel-hard, and
just big enough to stand out without being too large. A slim wasp waist and a
pair of gravity-defying, ultra-firm, round, natural 34C breasts completed her
hourglass figure. At 5'6" and 135 pounds, she was big for a gymnast, but just
as elegant and graceful as the smallest girls on the team.

She casually flexed her 13-inch biceps, smiling at their nice peak. Looking
downward, she continued to grin as her gaze traveled over her brown six-pack
abs, which were showing in the gap between her skirt and shirt. She then
admired her thick, heavily developed forearms. Her wrist measurement was over
seven inches and was bigger than that of many of her male classmates. Her long
black leather gloves, which went up to the middle of her forearms, had the
effect of making the parts that were showing look even thicker. And of course
her arms, just like the rest of her, had that beautiful deep brown tan that
she loved having. Even her breasts were tanned.

Her outfit taken care of, Eliza looked over at her collection of weapons. She
decided on the crossbow over the longbow tonight. Strapping the crossbow to
her back, she grabbed a quiver of a dozen steel arrows, then turned to her
three swords hanging on the wall. Selecting the medium-length one, she
inserted it into a scabbard on her left hip. She patted her skirt pocket to
make sure her cell phone was there. It would provide all she needed in the
area of taking pictures and shooting videos. Now ready to go, she headed
outside and back towards the school, grinning with anticipation.

The sun had already set as Eliza approached the high school cautiously. The
buildings were dark, but a faint light was visible from the auto shop. The
agile girl scaled the fence easily and dropped down onto the campus grounds.
Making her way over to the auto shop, she hid behind a bush and peeked out.

Inside, she saw several stolen cars and a long table lined with auto parts and
tools. Five people were in the room. She recognized Mr. Isaacson immediately.
He was seated in a chair, going over some papers. Working on one of the cars,
an old blue Chevy, were two boys from the football team, Bruce, the starting
middle linebacker, and Josh, one of the defensive ends. Sorting through the
parts on the table were two more male students. One she recognized as Brad,
another football player, the starting center. The other boy was much smaller.
There was something familiar about him. He reminded her of...

It was Marvin the dork! The weakling douche who had tried to ask her out. She
laughed to herself. This was too perfect. She took out her cell phone and took
several pictures of all of the guys.

Josh stood up. "Dammit, I need to take a leak. Fucking bathroom's all the way
on the other side of the building."

"Just go outside and come right back in," said Isaacson without looking up
from his documents. "We need to get this shit done fast and we can't waste any
time."

Josh nodded and opened the back door of the auto shop. He headed outside -
straight towards the bush Eliza was hiding behind! Evidently he thought that
would be a good place to take a pee.

Eliza's heart began to race, but she didn't panic. She swiftly drew her
crossbow and inserted an arrow. She waited as the football jock came closer
and closer. When it was inevitable that he would see her, she suddenly popped
up from behind the bush.

"What the..." Josh saw the girl and her weapon. As his brain tried to process
what was going on, Eliza fired.

The arrow impacted Josh right in his chest. His mouth opened in a silent
scream. He staggered, stumbled around for a few moments, tried to move back
towards the door, and made it a few feet before collapsing to the grass. His
body twitched and spasmed for a few seconds, then lay completely still. She
looked down at the body. Dead. She smirked.

The muscular brunette chick quickly ducked back behind the bush and began
reaching for another arrow. Even if the men inside hadn't heard Josh, they
would be coming out soon to check on why he hadn't returned.

Suddenly, she felt something hard press into her back. "Don't move, white
bitch," came a voice. Before she could explain that she was only part white,
the voice continued, "Now stand up, very slowly, and march into the auto
shop."

Knowing she couldn't take the chance that whatever was in her back wasn't a
gun, she obeyed. As she entered the room, Isaacson, Bruce, Brad, and Marvin
all stared at her.

"Look what I caught," said the voice behind her. She thought she recognized
it. Turning around, she saw that it was indeed Edwin "E.J." Jackson, the
security guard. He held a pistol pointed directly at her head.

"Where's Josh?" demanded Isaacson.

"Dead. Bitch killed him with that crossbow contraption of hers."

"You cunt!" shouted Bruce, glaring at Eliza. She simply gave him a taunting,
sassy look.

Isaacson took charge. "Bruce, relieve Miss Everdeen of her weapons. Marvin, go
get some rope. Brad, bring Josh's body inside."

Bruce, still glaring, yanked away Eliza's crossbow, quiver, and sword, placing
them on the table. E.J. was still covering her with his gun. Brad dragged
Josh's corpse inside and shut the door behind him. Even though they
outnumbered her and were holding her at gunpoint, all the men gulped in fear
when they saw the arrow sticking out of Josh's chest.

Marvin returned with the rope and handed it to Isaacson. The auto shop teacher
tied her hands behind her back. Then, prodded by E.J.'s gun, she was forced
into a chair and securely tied to it by Isaacson. E.J. searched her, snatching
her phone out of her skirt pocket. "Probably took pictures of us," grunted the
security guard. He put the phone on the table, preparing to smash it with the
butt of his gun.

"Dammit, E.J., don't do that," said Isaacson. "That's the latest model iPhone.
We can get a decent bit of cash selling it. We can delete the pictures later.
Right now we have more important things to worry about."

"So what ARE we going to do now?" asked Marvin. Eliza noticed that this whole
time, he had avoided looking at her directly. Obviously the little shit was
scared.

"We'll continue with the operation as planned," Isaacson answered. "As for
her...after we finish with these vehicles, we'll have some fun with her, then
dispose of her along with the old cars." Eliza gulped when she heard that, but
did not let the men see her fear.

"All right, enough gawking. Back to work. Brad, help Bruce with the Chevy."
Isaacson went back to his papers. Marvin began to continue sorting the parts
on the table, still avoiding looking at the sexy female gymnast. E.J. began
dragging Josh's corpse away.

Eliza struggled against her ropes. She thought she could get free eventually.
The problem was eventually wasn't soon enough.

"Need another box," Marvin muttered to himself. He began walking across the
room, passing close to Eliza. She looked around. Bruce and Brad were busy
under the hood of the Chevy. Isaacson was engrossed in his papers, and E.J.
had his back to her, still dragging away Josh's body.

"Pssst. Marvin. Come here," she whispered.

He looked around nervously, then approached her. He was still angry that she
had rejected him, but he couldn't resist being close to her sexy body.

"So what's a nice boy like you doing with that slimy Isaacson, that thug E.J.,
and those dumb football jocks?" she asked in a low voice.

Marvin looked at his shoes. He didn't feel like telling her why he was really
participating in a crime ring, which was that it made him feel tough, made him
feel like he actually belonged to something important instead of just being a
skinny nerd and outcast. So he simply said, "For the money, man. For the
money."

"Look, I'm sorry I rejected you earlier," said Eliza in her best fake-apology
voice. She had used it successfully many times and was quite the expert at it.
"If you helped me escape, you'd be more of a man than all of those punks
combined. You could testify against the other guys and get immunity. You could
get reward money from the police. And if you got me out of here, I'd be
eternally grateful..." She gave him a seductive smile and winked at him
sexually.

Marvin felt his dick growing hard in his pants. He had always been attracted
to muscular, athletic girls. Now he stupidly began thinking with THAT head
instead of his other one. Glancing around to make sure no one was looking, he
began untying Eliza. She smirked to herself in triumph.

"Hurry," she whispered. E.J. had dragged Josh's corpse into a corner and was
now reaching for a tarp to cover it with. Soon he would turn back around.

Marvin finished untying Eliza. "Thank you very much," she whispered. "Now come
with me, out into the hall." She grabbed her sword from the table and darted
out of the room, Marvin right behind her.

They rounded a corner and Eliza stopped. "Now it's time for your reward,
baby," she said. "Close your eyes."

The nerdy boy grinned and obeyed, expecting something hot. Instead, the brawny
brunette punched him in the jaw with her leather-gloved right fist, knocking
him out. She looked down at him. "Fucking idiot. You were way too easy."

"MUTHAFUCKA! Fucking bitch is gone!" suddenly came E.J.'s voice.

"Check all the exits! Get her!" shouted Isaacson. "And where the hell's
Marvin?"

Eliza readied her sword in a confident two-handed grip. The muscles in her big
forearms rippled. She waited just around the corner. Footsteps approached.

A hand with a pistol appeared around the corner. She calmly swung her blade
upward, severing the hand. It fell to the floor, still clutching the gun.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed E.J., running in circles and clutching his bloody
stump with his remaining hand. Eliza mockingly blew him a kiss, then
decapitated him with one swift swing of her sword.

Back in the auto shop room, Isaacson, Bruce, and Brad looked up when they
heard footsteps. Eliza stood in the doorway, holding E.J.'s pistol in her
right hand and E.J.'s head in her left. Her sword was sheathed on her hip.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Brad and Bruce both began screaming like girls. Isaacson went
pale with fear.

The teenage gymnast casually drop-kicked the head across the room. It sailed
through the air and impacted the far wall with a loud THWACK. She laughed at
the strength of her legs. She was capable of kicking a 50-yard field goal.
Still holding the gun in her leather-gloved right hand, she drew her sword
with her left.

"Poor E.J.," she giggled. "He brought a gun to a sword fight and lost." She
expertly began spinning the sword. "Not as random and clumsy as a firearm. A
more elegant weapon from a more civilized age."

Brad suddenly bolted for the door. Eliza calmly raised her pistol, took
careful aim, and fired a single shot. The bullet went straight through Brad's
heart and he dropped dead like a sack of potatoes. She looked at the weapon in
her right hand. "So uncivilized." As her gaze traveled over to Brad's corpse,
she added, "But it has its uses."

Isaacson, trying to control his fear, said, "Look, Eliza, I can make you a
deal. You can get in on this and make a lot of money."

She glared at him icily. "Oh, now you want to play nice? What was it you said
when I was tied up in that chair? The part about raping me and disposing of
me? See, I kinda can't get past that." The auto shop teacher hung his head in
shame and anger. She had exposed his standing on the moral low ground.

"Bruce, go get that rope and tie Isaacson up." When the football player
hesitated, she pointed her gun directly at his face and hissed, "I mean
fucking NOW."

"Yes, Eliza!" said Bruce in a panicky voice. He quickly tied Isaacson to a
chair. She inspected his ropes. Satisfied, she then tied Bruce to another
chair. Finally, she exited the room and returned with Marvin's
still-unconscious body. She looked down at her muscular arms and big fists
admiringly. She could keep a guy knocked out for a long time with a single
punch. She tied the nerd to a third chair. "By the way, you guys have Marvin
here to thank for letting me escape. I just pretended to flirt with him and he
fell for it hook, line, and sinker."

The darkly tanned beauty stepped back to admire her work. The three males were
completely at her mercy. She holstered her pistol on her right hip and began
walking around her captives confidently and dominantly, like a lioness in her
den with three rats trapped inside.

Noticing a refrigerator against the wall, she remarked in a casual voice,
"Killing makes me hungry." She opened it, took out a turkey sandwich, and took
a few bites. Seeing a bag of apples, her dark brown eyes lit up as she got an
idea. She took one out of the bag, walked over to Bruce, and placed the apple
on his head. She then executed a chain of standing flick-flacks across the
room. Her lacy red panties were visible underneath her black miniskirt each
time she was upside down as she backflipped towards the table. Landing neatly,
she showed no signs of an elevated heart rate even though she had done more
than a dozen standing back handsprings.

Eliza picked up her crossbow, inserted an arrow, and aimed it in Bruce's
direction. "Let's see how my markswomanship is." Bruce trembled in terror.
Sweat dripped down his brow.

She fired. The steel arrow flew through the air and impacted the middle of
Bruce's forehead, causing his skull to erupt in a fountain of blood, brain
matter, and shards of bone. "Oops!" she giggled, her gloved hand flying to her
mouth. She puckered up her full, pouty lips. The apple lay on the floor,
coated with the red and brown goo that used to be Bruce's brains. The teen
vixen loaded another arrow, took aim, and fired. The arrow scored a direct hit
on the apple, vaporizing it into hundreds of tiny pieces. She hefted the
crossbow in her hands as she glanced cockily at the terrified Isaacson.

"Nah, I want to use my sword on you," she said. Placing her crossbow back on
the table, Eliza became a brunette blur as she raced back across the room with
a blinding series of cartwheels and front handsprings. She stopped right in
front of the auto shop teacher and drew her sword.

"Please. Mercy," he begged.

"The same mercy you would have shown me if I hadn't escaped from that chair,"
she answered coldly. Isaacson closed his eyes.

Eliza took a deep breath, then leapt high into the air, her powerful leg
muscles propelling her several feet up. She raised the sword straight above
her head in a two-handed grip, then brought it down onto Isaacson with
tremendous force, slicing both him and the chair cleanly in half from the top
of his skull to the seat of the chair. Blood flew everywhere. The two halves
fell to the floor, one to each side. She looked at the gory mess and laughed.

* * *

Marvin opened his eyes, feeling a terrible pain in his jaw from where Eliza
had punched him. He tried to move and discovered he was securely tied to a
chair. Looking around, he began trembling like a little girl when he saw the
dead male bodies around him.

"Welcome back," said a mocking voice. Eliza was standing there. Covered in
blood, she looked like a beautiful but lethal red demoness.

"You...killed...all those...?" he squeaked.

"That's right, cocksucker," she snickered. "Aw, what's the matter, baby?
Didn't think a pretty teenage girl could be so deadly? Thought I was just
someone to lust over?"

"No! Please! I was just...I just wanted to ask you out. Oh, God, how did I
ever get into this?!" Marvin began to cry like a little bitch.

She stood over him dominantly. "There are so many ways I could just snuff you
out right now. With my sword, with my bow, with my gun, with my gloved hands,
with my booted feet...But since I'm in such a good mood after all this
killing, I'll give you a sporting chance. I'll cut you loose and give you a
five-second head start in escaping. And I won't even run after you. I'll just
do back handsprings."

Marvin stopped crying as hope sprung up within him. He was still worried, but
the only thing he was worried about was the possibility that she was lying.
The idea that she could actually catch him on those terms never entered his
mind. Sure, he was very unathletic and slow. Sure, 95% of women could outrun
him. But someone being able to catch him with back handsprings? Come on.

Eliza drew her sword. Marvin's heart pounded, still fearing that she might
kill him. But she didn't - not yet. With the sharp blade, she cut him loose
from the chair, then cut his hands free. She tossed her weapon aside and
looked at him with her big dark brown eyes. Oh, how he wished those eyes were
looking at him with love instead of what he was getting now.

"One," she said simply.

Marvin began to run, heading for the door that led outside.

"Two."

"Three."

"Four."

"Five."

Eliza calmly raised her arms and performed a roundoff followed by a series of
back handsprings towards his fleeing form. Marvin reached the door, yanked it
open, and fled outside. The door slowly began swinging shut again. Eliza
increased her speed, her gloved hands making landings on the floor again and
again, her strong, thick wrists easily supporting her 135-pound weight as she
tumbled. She made it through the open doorway just in time.

Marvin, running for his life, glanced behind him. She was about ten yards
back, elegantly backflipping like the pro-gymnast she was. Damn, she looked
fast. Marvin kept running. He could hear the rhythmic sounds of her gloved
hands and booted feet impacting the ground as she handspringed. Hands, feet,
hands, feet. But something was wrong. The sounds were getting louder and
closer, instead of fainter and farther. He looked over his shoulder again. Now
she was only five yards behind him, still backflipping! What?! How was that
possible?!

He gave it all he had, but it was no use. She executed one perfect handspring
after another, getting closer and closer to her victim with each flip.
Flick-flack, flick-flack, flick-flack. Finally, her booted feet smashed into
him in the middle of a handspring, knocking him to the grass and stopping his
flight.

Rolling him onto his back, she jumped on top of him, her 135-pound weight
pinning him forcefully to the ground, letting him feel her bulk and strength.
She probably weighed more than him, although her weight was far better
distributed. Her waist measurement of 25 inches was several inches smaller
than his.

The body underneath her was wriggling and struggling. "No way that's humanly
possible! You cheated!"

A scowl appeared on Eliza's pretty face. She had wanted to test her abilities,
so she had kept her promise and caught him the honest way. Of course, if she
hadn't been able to catch him with backflips, she would have cheated, but
Marvin didn't need to know that. This was one of the few times in her life
that she had actually been honest, and she was pissed that this little
peckerwood was accusing her of being a liar.

The sassy brunette drew back her large, leather-gloved left fist and punched
her opponent square in the nose, breaking it. The body underneath her suddenly
quit squirming.

"That's better," she said. She bitch-slapped him in the face several times to
bring her now semi-conscious victim back to reality.

"Imagine that," she taunted him, looking straight down into his frightened
eyes. "A girl can flick-flack faster than a guy can run. You're such a girly
little faggot. I'm more of a man than you are in every way. I'm stronger than
you, bigger than you, faster than you, my abs are harder than yours, and my
biceps are bigger than yours. What the hell makes an omega male pussy like you
think you're worthy of an alpha female like me, I'll never know."

"Please," Marvin begged. "I've learned my lesson. I'll never hit on you again.
I'll never hit on any athletic girl again!"

"Damn right you won't," said Eliza. "I'm going to make sure of that." She
casually flexed her bulging biceps.

She felt something underneath her and shifted her position. Sure enough,
Marvin was sporting an erection underneath his jeans! She began laughing. "No
wonder you hit on girls like me! You're one of those perverted schmoe males
who gets turned on by getting beaten up by a woman! You're one of those
weaklings who gets a sick thrill from seeing a woman do what you can't do!"
Marvin turned his head away in shame. He had been exposed.

Eliza roughly yanked off his pants and underwear. She laughed again when she
discovered that his raging hard-on was only four inches long. "Short, skinny,
ugly, dumb, poor judging by your shitty clothes, weak, perverted, lacking the
social skills to hold a decent conversation with a pretty girl for thirty
seconds, AND has a tiny penis? Sheesh, you don't have ANY redeeming qualities
at ALL." She roughly grabbed him, yanking him up. "Back inside. I don't want
anyone to hear your screams."

Once they were back in the auto shop, Eliza tossed Marvin onto the floor and
shut the door behind her. His pants and underwear were still down. From the
door, she performed a short tumbling pass of a front tuck, roundoff, two whip
backs, and a kick-full to take herself over to him. Landing elegantly, she
stomped hard on his face with her booted right foot, further mutilating his
already broken nose.

She sat down on the floor next to him. He still had a boner. "You're a virgin,
aren't you," she said casually.

"Yes," he admitted.

She laughed. "Of course a loser like you is. As you may have guessed, I'm not.
I've scored with lots of guys. And a few of the hottest girls on campus too."
Normally Eliza was quiet about her bisexuality, but since this fucker wasn't
going to be able to tell anyone, it made no difference. A loud giggle suddenly
escaped her lips. "Hey, I've scored with more girls than you have!"

She continued pressing. "So you must jack off a lot, I bet. How often do you
wank, wanker?"

"At least once a day. Sometimes twice a day," he admitted.

Eliza smirked and grabbed his weak, scrawny arm. "You have such girly arms I
bet you don't even have the strength to squeeze your dick well." She placed
her forearm next to his to compare the two. Eliza's thick, darkly tanned,
heavily developed forearm looked far more masculine than Marvin's thin, pale
one with no muscle tone. "If I did it, on the other hand..." She grabbed his
erect cock with her leather-gloved hand and began giving him a rough hand job.
He cried out in pain from the strength of her grip and the coarseness of the
leather against his penis skin, but less than fifteen seconds later shot a
massive load of semen several feet across the room. She shook her head. "No
stamina, either. Are you the perfect loser or what?"

"You know what the sad thing is?" continued Eliza in a mocking voice. "You're
going to die with that hand job being the closest thing to sex you'll have
ever gotten." She got up and casually kicked him in the side with her big
black boot, breaking one of his ribs. Grabbing him by the neck, she then
rammed her knee into his face, releasing a spray of blood that splattered all
over her tanned, muscular thighs and her black miniskirt. She tossed her head
back with pleasure, enjoying the cruel absolute dominance she had over him as
he was knocked back to the floor.

"Miss Eliza?" said Marvin in a timid voice, after finally recovering from her
brutal attacks. She looked down at him, her high-cheekboned face
expressionless.

"I...I think you're one of the most beautiful women in the world. I love every
part of your body, but my favorite is your massive, sexy forearms. I love how
big, darkly tanned, and heavily muscled they are. I compared my scrawny, pale
wrists to your thick brown ones the first time I saw you and I've always been
so turned on by how much bigger and darker yours are." The skinny nerd blurted
it all out in one fast burst.

She gave him a look. What did he think he was doing?

"Well, since you're going to kill me anyway, I have nothing to lose, so I
decided I may as well let it out."

Eliza smirked. "Man, you have some WEIRD fetishes. Too bad for you I don't
find YOUR body attractive. There's nothing less appealing than an unathletic
weakling male. I mean, come on. Can you imagine me holding hands with my
boyfriend and him having thinner wrists than me? It would look so weird. So
off. So creepy. Anyway, you're starting to bore me. I want to go home, clean
up, and have some fun with one of my male 'friends with benefits'. You know,
the kind of guy who's actually muscular and fit enough to keep up with me,
unlike you." She suddenly kicked him in the head with her knee-high black
leather boot, stunning him and ensuring that he would stay still for a while.
She turned him over onto his stomach.

There was a steel bar hanging from the ceiling. Eliza dragged Marvin's inert
form until he was lying directly underneath the bar, still on his stomach. She
tensed her athletic body, preparing to spring.

Then she leapt high into the air, grabbing onto the bar with her
leather-gloved hands. She began swinging around and around just like she did
on her uneven bars routine. After several swift, elegant, and graceful
rotations, she dropped down, executing a perfect back tuck somersault in
midair, and landed hard on Marvin's lower back with her booted feet. The sharp
CRUNCH let her know that she had shattered his spine and paralyzed him from
the waist down. She cartwheeled off of him.

She turned him over, staring into his horrified face. "Double heel stomp.
Pretty badass, huh?"

Marvin only let out a whimpering plea for mercy.

"Eh, even if I let you live, you'd be permanently paralyzed anyway. No surgeon
can fix the damage from one of my patented back tuck double heel stomps.
That's no way to live. I'm going to put you out of your misery."

Eliza backflipped over to her sword. Picking it up, she walked back over to
him, standing over him, the epitome of female dominance and control. He simply
closed his eyes.

She moved the sword in a series of swift, fluid swings, showing the skill and
talent of a champion swordswoman. It was only a few seconds later when she
raised the blood-soaked blade. Marvin's body was now in eight different
pieces. "Chop shop indeed," she laughed to herself. Grabbing a rag, she used
it to wipe the blood off her sword before sheathing it. She collected her
crossbow, quiver of arrows, and cell phone, then looked at E.J.'s gun.
Although she preferred swordswomanship and archery, she was expertly trained
with firearms as well and had a few at home in her collection. However, she
didn't want to keep anything that could connect her to the victims, so she
left the pistol behind.

Eliza gave the gory scene of death one last look before turning out the lights
in the auto shop and heading towards the girls' locker room to take a shower.
As she walked, enjoying the feminine feel of her miniskirt against her thighs,
she thought about the opportunities that had fallen into her lap that had
enabled her to kill, first the janitor, then the history teacher, and now
these guys. She thought about the incredible feeling of power she got from
killing, and how she wanted more. Perhaps next time, she wouldn't wait for an
opportunity to come to her. Perhaps next time, she would go out and find one
herself.

THE END

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