The Avenging Angel : Part 1
by M.C.
College girl works her way through school with an interesting job


Twenty year old Evelyn (Eve) Handelman collected the mail from her Post Office
box on her way home from the university. " Looks like mostly bills," she
sighed.  When she got back to her apartment, the pretty college sophomore sat
down on the couch and began to sift through the letters. She frowned. " Phone
bill, rent, auto insurance, Visa card." Her frown turned into a smile,
however, when she saw the fifth item of mail; it was addressed to A.A. - the
Avenging Angel. Eve carefully opened it. Just as she suspected there was a
check for $250 in it, plus a letter. " Now, this is the kind of mail I don't
mind receiving," she laughed.  The letter read :

" Dear Avenging Angel, thank you so much for taking care of my 'problem'. My
boyfriend is recovering nicely and is treating me much better than he ever did
before. It's hard to believe how much things between us have improved; ever
since your session (wink) with him. I know he'll behave himself from now on.
Here, as we agreed, is the other half of your payment. Once again, I thank you
from the bottom of my heart for your help. God bless you; you are indeed an
Angel." 

Eve put down the letter and thought to herself," it sure is nice to help
people out. That, plus the money, makes my job worthwhile."

There was another letter with a $250 check in it. This one was a
prepayment. Eve wrote down the particulars - the guy's name, his address, what
he did to her 'client' and what she wanted done about it. There was even a
photograph of a young, attractive woman with a black eye and a swollen lip.
Eve recognized her as a student in one of her classes. She checked the address
and then her watch. " Good," she said to herself," it's near by. I'll have
time to ' take care' of him today and still make my date with Bill tonight.
She next went over to her computer and checked out her Hotmail and
Stonecoldmail accounts (the latter being a free service of a website she
frequented). " Hmmm...another potential client."  Eve picked up the phone and
dialed the number that was listed on the e-mail. " Hello, this is the Avenging
Angel; how can I help you ? "  What followed was an all-too-familiar story as
the woman on the other end of the line angrily ticked off a series of abuses
she endured from her ex-boyfriend before he eventually dumped her. As she
spoke, the woman -  also a student at the university -  broke down and
began to cry. " Would you like to get back together with him, or shall I just
teach him a good lesson ? " Eve asked matter-of-factly. " I don't want
anything to do with that bastard again," came the sobbing reply. "I just want
to pay him back for all the abuse he subjected me to before he dropped me like
a hot potato."  For Eve  this was the best kind of job;  no complications. "
Very well then. As I posted on my website, my fee is $500 -  $250 in advance
and $250 after the job is done." Eve put down the phone and returned to the
letter she received. She jotted down some notes in her notebook  -  no
Avenging Angel should be without a notebook  -  and glanced at her watch
again.  " Well, I suppose I'd better get ready for work."

Eve took her shoulder bag down from the shelf. Experience had taught her that
there are certain items she needs to have with her in her line of work. " I
suppose I should put these down as business expenses," she laughed as she
packed them.  Eve then picked up the phone and made a call. " Hello sweetie
pie, I'm afraid I've got a job to do now. With any luck, I'll be finished
within a couple of hours, freshen up a bit and be over at your place around
7:00 P.M. Yes Billy, I'll be careful...as always. You know that you silly boy
you. Love and  kisses." She went to the mirror and brushed her pretty hair;
Eve always liked to look her best when going to work. Slinging the bag over
her shoulder, Evelyn Handelman  - The Avenging Angel - left her apartment and
began walking back to the university towards the student dorms, where she
would be working that afternoon.

As she made her way across the large university campus, Evelyn thought about
the 'interesting' line of work she had chosen for herself. Always an athletic
girl, Eve's mother enrolled her in a karate class when she was only six years
old. Her mother firmly believed that every girl should know how to defend
herself and - as a martial arts instructor herself -  how karate
training helps build up a girl's confidence. After all, if you know you can
beat the crap out of everybody around you, there's nothing to fear from them;
is there? Eve took to karate like a duck to water. By the time she was twelve
she had earned her first degree black belt. At fourteen, her second. One
day on the school playground, the thirteen year old  Evie - as she
was called then - and some of her friends were being bothered by a gang of
large, older boys. Evie warned them that if they persisted in their
behavior she'd make them sorry. This only encouraged them to continue their
taunting.  Eve comely removed her sweater and handed it to one of her friends.
Approaching the bullies, she smiled and said in a relaxed, natural tone of
voice," very well boys, I did warn you didn't I ? " Ten minutes later Eve was
comely brushing her hair, standing next to a pile of battered and beaten boys;
many of whom were crying. They never bothered Evie or her friends again. As
they were leaving the playground, one of Eve's friends said," Gee Evie,
you're really great at karate, you could probably make a living at it."  And
so it began...

At first, Evie only used her skills to protect her friends for free. But, as
she grew older and she developed a taste for nice clothes, make-up the other
things that teen age girls like to spend money on, she began to hire herself
out for a fee. If kids were being bothered by a bully, if a girl was being
treated badly by her boyfriend, Evie was available. Despite the fact that she
was only five feet - six inches tall and weighed all of 130 pounds, such was
her reputation as a fighter that by the time she was a junior in high school,
nobody messed with her. Even the tough, macho football players stood to the
side in the school hall when she passed them by. After graduating high school
with honors, Eve chose to go to an out-of-state university for a change of
scenery. It was during her freshman year that Eve decided to promote herself
in a more  professional manner. She set up her own website - The Avenging
Angel - and, almost immediately, began to get 'clients'. There seemed to be 
no shortage of bullies or abused girlfriends on her campus. As her reputation
spread even abused wives in the city began to seek out her services, of which
she was only too happy to provide. At $500 a 'session' - tax free - it wasn't
unusual for her to make $1,000 - $1,500 a week - not bad for a 20 year-old
college girl.

Eve arrived at the university dorm building and checked her notepad. " Eric
Roberts, hmmm...now where have I heard that name before ? " She then
remembered that he was the starting centerfielder on the university baseball
team. She liked to deal with jocks, they're so arrogant and conceited. " I
like nothing better than putting some pompous, self - important jock in his
place," Eve always said. She entered the dorms and made her way up to the
second floor, room 217. Just as she approached the room, she spied a large boy
and a girl ahead of her... entering room 217. The girl was dressed in a
cheerleaders outfit. Eve looked at her watch," ten minutes after three;
cheerleading practice begins in twenty minutes." Although she could have gone
in anyway, Eve decided to wait; it would simply be less complicated that way.
She found herself a bench near- by and sat down; she wasn't  in a great hurry.

While she waited, Eve checked out the contents in her shoulder bag again. She
always carried a set of handcuffs and a clean pair of socks with her. Eve
smiled as she recalled the first time she was interrupted by a boy's
girlfriend while she was beating him up. It was kind of embarrassing
actually; forcing the girl to take off her panties so that Eve could stuff
them in her mouth; and then her nylon stockings to tie up her hands. It was
also rather immature of her to leave them both tied up together - naked - in
the 69 position. But Eve was only 15 years old at the time and the guy -  the
champion wrestler of his high school - had dumped her best friend for the
slutty girl. At the time, it seemed like a reasonable punishment.

Eve also carried a digital camera with her; a great improvement over her
earlier Polaroid. Not only were the photos much sharper but she could post
them on the internet, should the need arise. And, of course, her mask which
fit tightly over her face so that only her eyes, nose mouth were visible.
Anonymity is very important if you're an Avenging Angel; you really don't want
people to find out who you are; although it can lead to some rather
interesting situations. Evelyn laughed when she recalled how,  about a month
after she battered the university's middleweight boxer for slapping his ex -
girlfriend around,  he came up to her and actually asked her - Eve - out for a
date...if he only knew.

Her style had also changed over the years. At first she would let the girls
watch as she beat up their abusive boyfriends, feeling it added to the
humiliation they deserved. But Eve soon discovered - much to her surprise -
that despite the fact that the girls had been abused and, in some cases
battered, by the boys; they would melt as they watched Eve smash the boys and
beg her to stop -  especially when the boys began to cry. " It's not good to
do just half a job,"  Eve would tell them. " They'll only revert back to their
old ways in a little while and I'll have to do this all over again." After she
was proven correct on several occasions, Eve forbade the girls from watching
again.

The severity of her beatings also changed with time. For junior high and high
school boys, simply punching them out and giving them a stern warning usually
sufficed. There were occasions however, if she felt the boy really deserved
it, that Eve would also dish out a good spanking -   as she did to Big John
Hanson; a six foot - four inch, 230 pound bully. After Eve was through with
him he was as tame as a kitten and, ironically, he even took her to the senior
prom. When she moved to the university and began to advertise, she came into
contact with some really nasty men. Some actually beat up their girlfriends
and wives pretty good and others raped them. Since the girls were afraid to go
to the authorities, ( knowing that there wasn't anything they'd do to, say, a
football star that forced himself on some girl )  the women had only one place
to turn to for justice - the Avenging Angel. Simple beatings were no longer
sufficient for such thugs; Eve had to get really tough, and she did. Many of
her 'subjects' found themselves in the hospital, sometimes for a lengthy stay.
Evelyn never thought of herself as unusually cruel, she just felt that the
punishment should fit the crime. She was, after all, running a business; and
had to satisfy her customers. Because she also thought of herself as the last
resort for abused women - a feminist vigilante if you will -  she would take
on almost every case that came her way.

The one thing she did not tolerate is when her clients lied to her; used her
services for their own selfish ends. Like the woman who wanted to break with
her boyfriend and made up a story about his abusing her; thus making it easier
for her to leave him. It can be very embarrassing to beat up some guy, only to
discover later on that he was really innocent. Fortunately, it only happened
once. Eve giggled to herself when she thought about what the workers in the
railroad yard must have thought when they opened up the freight car and
found Jane, her former client, naked and gagged inside...in Nova Scotia.
Still, in a roundabout way, she did do Eve a great service. It was because of
Jane that Eve met Bill. After finding out about Jane's deceit -  through a
mutual friend -  Eve felt she owed him an apology. She went to visit Bill in
the hospital, where she'd put him. Perhaps it was the guilt of seeing him
lying in the hospital bed with several broken ribs, two black eyes and
numerous welts and bruises all over his body that made her vulnerable.  But
what really won her over however was when, after she confessed to him about
what she'd done - and why -  he just smiled and said," that's O.K....everybody
makes mistakes."   Eve was stunned when she heard him say this; totally
stunned.  Everybody makes mistakes??  That's all he had to say ?  Eve had
beaten him up so badly  - and undeservedly - that he was sent to the hospital;
and all he could say was, " everybody makes mistakes." From that moment
on, Evelyn Handelman knew she'd found the perfect man for her.

The sound of Eric's door opening ended Eve's reflections on the past. She
watched as the sexy cheerleader sauntered off to the end of the hall and
disappear down the steps.  Reaching into her shoulder bag, Eve pulled out the
mask. Putting it on snugly, so that nobody would know who she was,  Eve -
now the Avenging Angel - was ready. She rose from the bench and began to walk
over to room 217. " Time to go to work," she said to herself. " Eric Roberts,
ready or not, here I come. It's time to pay the piper."

End of part one