Trick or Treat
by MBP
A pair of teenage burglars get 'tricked' on Halloween


Annmarie opened the door to the magic words "trick or treat." The voices were
older and male. Two boys, each 15 or 16 years old, stood in the doorway. Each
was carrying a plastic orange pumpkin that held a scarce supply of candy. Each
was wearing a bandanna on the back of his head; it was the only hint of a
costume. Annmarie eyed them amusedly.

"Aren't you guys a little old for trick or treating," she said as she held out
the large candy bowl filled with mini-sized Nestle's Crunch bars, York
Peppermint Patties, Milky Way Dark bars and individual Starburst pieces.

The boys checked out the pretty, young girl. She was about 13 years old, and
dressed for the holiday in a sexy gypsy costume: short, tight black skirt,
torn halter blouse, bare feet and legs, and dark makeup covering deep blue
eyes. Her long blonde hair was worn loosely. The boys stared for a minute,
then got down to the business at hand.

"Thanks," one of them said as he took a handful of candy. He asked
nonchalantly, "Where are your folks?"

Annmarie didn't know the boys, but she didn't think about that.

"Mom is out trick or treating with my little brother," she answered. "Dad is
away on business.

"Great!" said the other one, as he shoved Annmarie back, hard. She fell to the
floor at the boys entered the house. The boys looked around, talked briefly,
and separated. The one who pushed her hopped over the couch, landing on the
soft cushions. He grabbed the remote and clicked through the channels, looking
for a movie. The other boy went upstairs to look for money and jewelry and
anything that could be easily transported.

Annmarie rose off the floor and went over to the couch. "What the hell do you
think you're doing?" she said to the boy, who paid her no mind. "Get out of my
house." When the boy ignored her, she continued, "I'm calling my mother, then
I'm calling the cops." She walked towards the phone in the foyer.

The teenager leaped off the sofa and intercepted Annmarie as she reached the
telephone. He grabbed her right arm roughly. "You're not calling nobody," he
yelled, increasing the pressure on her forearm. Annmarie twisted her arm away
from the boy's hold. She quickly wrapped the same arm around his waist,
pivoted, and hip-tossed him to the floor. The young man rolled once he hit the
floor, and was up in a second, embarrassed and enraged.

"You little bitch," he cried as he ran at Annmarie. "You're gonna get it
good."

The boy swung wildly and missed. Annmarie captured the boy's hand and arm and
twisted; he flipped head over heels to the ground. The young girl followed up
on her advantage. She kept his captured arm and twisted it up his back. She
pressed a bare knee into the small of his back, keeping pressure on his arm.
The boy struggled furiously, but was immobilized. He bellowed loudly, calling
for Nick. Annmarie crept up his back and wrapped a surprisingly strong arm
around the captured boy's neck. He pulled at the female arm, but had no good
leverage and was unable to dislodge it. The boy could no longer scream as he
gasped for breath. His struggles weakened as Annmarie kept the pressure on. He
was nearly out when Nick bounded down the stairs.

Nick had watched the spectacle from the top of the stairs. He had moved there
to call his friend, and saw the young girl execute the initial flip. It was
incredible for Nick as he could scarcely believe watching the pretty, blonde
girl manhandle a guy who was a few years older, a foot taller and probably 70
pounds heavier than her. Johnny was pretty tough, or so Nick thought. Perhaps
he had to rethink that assessment.

Nick reached Annmarie and easily pulled her off the nearly unconscious
teenager. He tossed her halfway across the foyer, then bent down to make sure
his friend was okay. Johnny was groggy, but awake. Nick half carried, half
dragged the boy back to the couch and dropped him on it. Nick shook his head,
as he regarded his friend.

"I can't believe you just got your ass kicked by a girl," Nick said, as he
glanced over at the girl, who was slowly recovering from Nick's surprise
attack. He whistled at Annmarie with appreciation. "Not just a girl, but a
sexy little young thing. Wow. I don't know how you're gonna live with
yourself." Nick was about to say something else, but saw Annmarie moving to
the phone.

"Oh no you don't, cutie," Nick laughed as he hustled over to stop the girl
from dialing. He wrapped his arms around her and dragged Annmarie away from
the phone. She struggled hard, but Nick was much stronger than Johnny and he
held on. Even so, Annmarie was a lot stronger than Nick expected. She was not
immobilized. She kicked at his legs, jabbed at his midsection with her elbow,
stomped on his feet with hers. Annmarie was a wildcat, and her whirlwind
attack forced Nick to loosen his hold enough for her to get into position.
Nick flew over her head and crashed to the floor, thrown by a girl. He arose,
respectfully viewing his opponent. She was breathing heavily, but her eyes
showed her determination . Despite everything he knew and believed about
girls, and despite his huge physical advantage, Nick paused.

As he would with any reasonable foe, Nick considered his options. He could
leave, either alone or with Johnny, but he still felt this was a perfect
opportunity for a quick hit. The house was not rich but was comfortable. Nick
had already located a jewelry box and there were other available baubles.
Pride was the deciding factor. He could not possibly run away from the robbery
when the only obstacle was a small girl. If he and Johnny left now, how would
they ever be able to do anything illegal? In their minds, they would be
hamstrung by the memory of a failed robbery all due to a girl. A lone girl. A
girl with no weapons, no help, and no size. Neither of them could live with
that.

Nick charged Annmarie, who sidestepped at the last minute and stuck out her
foot. He fell hard, but got up quickly and moved towards her again. Nick
approached the girl slowly, trying not to give Annmarie leverage, planning to
use his greater strength. Annmarie was shockingly strong - perhaps stronger
than Johnny - but Nick was still stronger. He ensnared the girl in a hold, but
she wasn't cooperating. She was quick and slippery and broke free. Annmarie
moved alongside Nick, feinted, and then moved behind him. She kicked at the
back of his knee, causing his leg to partially buckle. She got her right arm
around his neck, securing the grip with her other hand. Nick was bent
backwards from the original kick and couldn't get his feet under him. As with
Johnny, Annmarie had all of the leverage; she increased the pressure on her
hold as she pulled Nick towards the floor. He was pushed into a sitting
position as the five foot tall girl choked the breath out of him. Nick had
both hands free but Annmarie's position was too good. His nearly 200 pounds of
young muscle were useless as 90 pounds of teen female fury put Nick to sleep.
Annmarie felt his struggles cease; he was out.

Annmarie rose and admired her handiwork. Her judo and self-defense training
had paid off. But Annmarie also knew that if she wasn't as strong as most
teenage boys, which, despite her petite stature, she was, the training
wouldn't have helped. People at school, boys in particular, had always
misjudged her strength and athletic ability. These thieves had also done so,
to their detriment.

Annmarie went looking for something in a nearby closet, and located the item.
She removed her Dad's fishing reel from its spot, and used a knife to cut
several long pieces of line unwound from the reel. She turned over Nick so he
was positioned face down, and bound his hands and his feet, tying each part
separately, and then knotting them to the other part. Nick looked like a roped
calf when Annmarie was done. As she made sure of the knots, she noticed Johnny
had stumbled off the couch, and was tip-toeing to the door. He would leave
Nick for his own freedom. Johnny felt strong, little hands drag him away from
the exit; they sent him rolling along the floor. He looked up and saw Annmarie
in front of the door, arms folded, a look of power and satisfaction on her
beautiful face.

"You're going to jail," Annmarie said simply, as she reached for the fishing
line. Completely demoralized at his defeat, and the amazing sight of a
trussed-up Nick, Johnny offered no resistance as the young girl tied him up.
At least she allowed him the comfort of the couch, and didn't even bother to
knot his legs and arms together. He wasn't going anywhere.

Annmarie called both the police and her mother, who arrived just in time to
see the two teenagers being led off by a pair of bemused officers. The thieves
probably wouldn't see much time in prison, but the word would be spread that
they had been overpowered and captured by a girl. It was unlikely Nick and
Johnny would ever do anything illegal again.