Jackie Kane Kills a Cop wormwood@flanet.com Jackie continues on her trail of vengeance, killing a corrupt detective. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- My official statement regarding Detective Louis Patowski's death had some gaps in it, as I'm sure you know. I reported that we were savagely attacked by three large men who left me severely beaten and killed Detective Patowski. I gave a rather sketchy description of our assailants, general height, weight, race, etc. When I was pronounced fit to return to duty, I waded through scores of mug shots without success. I screened a few line ups, sent the descriptions out for composites, the whole nine yards. The case is still open, but we have no leads. The reason for our failure is a simple one. My report was a lie. My reasons for fabricating the details of the attack will soon be made clear. This is what really happened on the night of September 17, 1997. My name is Detective Phillip Howard. In August of last year I transferred from Homicide to Drug Enforcement. I requested the transfer since I felt that if I could help keep the plague of drugs off the streets in the first place, I may actually prevent homicides instead of just investigating them. I was young, idealistic, and completely wrong. My na‹vet‚ was made clear when I learned what kind of man my new partner was. Detective Lou Patowski was an example of the corruption which riddled our police force. Bribery, theft, extortion, payoffs, drug and weapons dealing, protection rackets, prostitution. Patowski had his hands in all of it, but his area of expertise was the outlaw biker subculture. In return for generous bribes (paid not just in money, but with women, drugs, and weapons), he made sure that the beat cops looked the other way when bikers openly engaged in their illegal activities. He insured that any bikers who were arrested would find that the evidence against them turned up missing. That sort of thing. Patowski genuinely liked bikers, having ridden with the Black Dogs MC when he was younger. Fifteen years later, he still looked the part. He stood an imposing 6'3" and he easily weighed 280 pounds, all of it thick, tough muscle. At 38, he was a few years past his prime, but he was still the toughest man I'd ever known. In the 2 months I rode with him, I'd seen him pick men up and throw them off buildings, beat 3 men unconscious in a raucous bar fight, even break a man's hip with a single kick. He was a bruiser, pure and simple, and he reveled in dominating others with his monstrous strength and size. I really hated that guy. He was a symbol of all that was wrong with the force, but I was powerless to do anything about it. He knew what I thought about him, but it didn't matter in the least. He made it perfectly clear that he would physically destroy me if interfered with his business. I knew what happened to the last cop who got in Lou's way, a young detective named Alex Kane. Apparently, Kane was working undercover, attempting to infiltrate the Hell Hounds, a dangerous biker gang under Patowski's personal protection. Fearing news of his involvement with the criminal gang would be discovered, Patowski blew Kane's cover to the bikers. The Hell Hounds beat Kane within an inch of his life, crippling him and confining him to the hospital in a coma from which he has yet to recover. That lesson was not lost on me, and I tried to stay on Lou's mercurial good side. On September 17th, 12:20 AM, detective Patowski and I had just left Rudy's Bar, a seedy low life hangout near the docks, and were proceeding through the nearly empty gravel parking lot to our unmarked police unit. A voice called out of the shadows, "Detective Patowski? Detective Lou Patowski?". It was a woman's voice. Lou and I stopped, looking at the figure leaning against our car. "Who the fuck wants to know?" Lou growled menacingly. The woman began walking toward us, entering the brighter area of the parking lot. She was very attractive, wearing a long black overcoat which extended to her ankles. Even in the dim lighting of the parking lot, she cut a very imposing figure. She stood over 6' tall with extremely broad shoulders and a long, muscular neck. Medium length black hair was combed back in a rough shag. Her face was striking and pale, with dark lips and glittering green eyes. The overcoat concealed the details of her body, but I could tell that she had a well proportioned, athletic build, with a large, broad chest tapering to a slim waist. She obviously took care of her body. There was something about her walk, the way she took those long steps, that made me wary. For no obvious reason, she seemed somehow dangerous. She stopped roughly 5 feet in front of us and said, "I'd like to report a murder". Lou stopped grinning and asked, "Yeah? Who's murder, lady?" "Your murder, of course," she said calmly, her green eyes locked with Lou's, "I am going to kill you for what you did to my brother. Jut thought you ought to know". Her tone was even and serious. Lou shot me an odd look, then pulled back his jacket to reveal his Glock-17 in it's hip holster. "Your brother, huh? I don't think I know the guy. Why don't you just get lost before I haul your pretty ass downtown," he said warily. "Alex Kane is my brother, you stupid fuck," she said between clenched teeth. "You remember Alex, don't you asshole? He sure remembers you. My name is Jackie. Jackie Kane. Heard of me?" Then Lou did something unusual. He panicked. Backing up, he quickly drew his pistol and pointed it at her. "Don't you fucking move!" I couldn't believe Lou's reaction. I'd seen him stare down a room full of gangbangers without drawing his gun, and here he was pulling his piece on a single unarmed female. As for herself, Jackie calmly kept her eyes locked on Lou's, not even flinching at the Glock-17 pointed straight at her face. "Jesus Lou," I said, "what the hell are you doing?" "This cunt is under arrest for multiple counts of murder and aggravated battery. I'll cover you," he snarled at me, "you check the bitch for weapons." Shaking my head, I walked toward her. I noticed that I was inexplicably nervous. The way she just stood there calmly through all this, her confidence was unnerving. Her eyes never left Lou's, even as I walked behind her. She was taller than I was, by maybe 5 inches (I stand 5'10"), and from up close, I got a really good look at her shoulders, much broader than my own. I paused, hesitant to touch her for some reason. "What are you waiting for?" Lou called out, "Frisk her already!" At this, Jackie turned and looked down at me over her broad shoulder, smiling. "If you touch me, I'll break your arms. Understand?" I swallowed, unsure of myself. Her tone was calm and almost friendly. She believed what she was saying. A knot was tying in my stomach and I was flush with unexpected fear. Incredible! I was intimidated by a woman! That shameful realization hit me and snapped me out of my nervousness. I was not about to let some pituitary freak with shoulder pads intimidate me! "Shut up," I said, without much conviction, "and put your arms on top of your head." Smirking, she complied. "Okay man, it's your funeral." I couldn't shake the feeling that she was amused by this entire episode. I started the pat down at her shoulders, and that's when I knew something was wrong. My fingers, expecting soft foam shoulder pads, instead gripped something hard. Very hard. Confused, I felt down her broad back. The same hard unyielding surface beneath the soft overcoat. Quickly, I reached around her and felt her stomach, no longer searching for concealed weapons, but strangely (and very unprofessionally) compelled by this odd sensation. Her stomach region was protected by what felt to be a rigid, smoothly contoured surface. My mind conjured up an image of form fitting body armor made of reinforced Kevlar and contoured ballistic plastic, the type worn by French paramilitary units. That was the only explanation I could come up with for the hardened plating I felt. "Lou, I think she's got some kind of body armor or something under her coat!" Lou barked, "Okay, take of the jacket, Lady. Nice and slow" She smiled at Lou's command. Dropping her arms slowly, she said, "You boys are in for a surprise." She slowly untied the belt and unbuttoned her coat. Then she opened it and slid it off her shoulders. The first thing I noticed from my vantage point behind her was Lou's expression. He got the first glimpse of what lay under her coat, and I'll never forget his expression. His mouth dropped open and his eyes were twin O's of amazement. As the coat fell to the ground I realized that what I had though was molded body armor was in fact the most impressive collection of muscles I had ever seen in my life! She was unreal. She looked like a marble statue, chiseled from living stone. Every muscle on her sleek, hard body stood out in sharp relief. Her neck was thick and corded. Her incredibly broad shoulders (which I had foolishly believed to be padded) were dense striated balls of pure power. Her arms were bulging slabs with layers and layers of hard, raw muscle. Thick veins ran up her enormous arm muscles. I'd never seen such arms on a woman before. Even relaxed they were massive and brutally defined. Her strength must have been amazing. She wore a black tank top cut at the midriff, the fabric straining to cover her massive back, covered with broad slabs of striated muscle. Her legs were long and packed with thick cords of ripped muscle, defined like an Olympic sprinter under a skin-tight pair of spandex running shorts. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets as I backed away from her. I circled around her breathlessly, openly staring at her in awe. As I stood in front of her, I could see that her stomach was indeed armored, not with Kevlar, but with a plating of rigid abdominal muscles. Her rock hard abdomen, chiseled with dense, contoured muscle, looked as if it could stop a cannonball. I was shaking, completely intimidated by her raw power. I knew that I would be completely helpless in her bone crushing grip. She could easily overpower me, breaking my body like I was a match stick. I was aware that my fear was mingled with an indefinable lust, a strange sensation that was both exhilirating and terrifying. Lou and I were speechless. She smiled once more, then slowly turned around, facing away from us. She looked over her shoulder at me and winked. "Aren't you going to cuff me, little man?", she said, holding her arms out behind her back. That snapped me out of my dazed reverie. I looked at Lou, who had lowered his gun to his hip. He blinked and said, "Yeah, um, you better cuff her." He licked his lips. My hands were shaking as I got my hand cuffs and walked toward her. Lou was right behind me, his gun at his side, his eyes glazed over in desire. Nervously, I reached for her left wrist, and the next thing I knew my world exploded in a burst of red agony. Her kick was so sudden that I seemed to be flying though the air before I saw her muscular leg shoot forward. It felt like an artillery shell had exploded in my chest, crashing me into Lou and knocking us both sprawling in the gravel. I lay there gasping for breath, my chest on fire where her foot had blasted me. I looked over and saw Lou near me, getting back on his feet and frantically searching for his gun. Jackie was walking toward us, her long powerful legs grinding the gravel with each step. "You know how I killed Pritt and Ray Ray, Patowski?" she said, "With my bare hands. The same way I'm going to kill you." Lou quickly bent down and grabbed for his gun, but Jackie got there first, delivering a brutal kick into his belly as he bent down. Her powerful legs lent enough force to the blow to actually lift Lou's feet a couple of inches off the ground as her foot buried itself into his solar plexus. Lou's breath was driven from him in a ragged scream as he collapsed on to his back with a crash. He clutched his stomach and rolled into a fetal position, gasping for air like a landed fish. She reached down and picked up Lou's discarded gun. She tossed it behind her where it landed with a clatter in the darkened alley us. Then she turned her attentions to me. As I lay there wheezing, she walked over and planted her powerful legs on either side of my waist. Before I could react, she grabbed my lapels and hauled me roughly to my feet. She lifted me to above her eye level, my feet dangling helplessly half a foot off the ground. I felt like a child, completely in her awesome power. Looking down at her bulging shoulders and arms pulsing with the strain of holding me aloft, I felt such primal terror as I had never before imagined. My heart pounded in my chest so fiercely I feared I would have a heart attack right there. Looking up at me with a smile of contempt, she began to shake me like a doll. "Get your gun and drop it. Slowly," she commanded. My brain was rattling around in my skull with the vicious shaking, but I managed to reach under my jacket and grab my service revolver. For a moment, I thought I may be able to bring it out and fire a couple of shots at her. At this range I couldn't miss, and her muscles weren't bullet proof. I never got the chance. Just as I began to draw my gun, she pulled me down with tremendous force, smashing my face against her rock hard left shoulder. Numbing, blinding pain shot out from the impact, and I could feel the grisly crunching of my nose when it broke against her powerful shoulder. I didn't notice that I'd dropped the gun, nor did I feel it when she threw me to the ground. I just lay there in a ball of agony, blood streaming from my crushed nose. "You sit tight and don't move," her voice cut through my haze of pain, "If you try and run, I'll catch you." I knew that there was no way I could outrun those incredibly muscular legs. "When I finish beating your buddy to death, I'll come back and punish you for that stunt you tried to pull with the gun." I lay there, my face in my hands, whimpering. Behind Jackie, Lou was slowly getting to his feet, his face red and his eyes glinting with bloodlust. Jackie's kick would have sent an average man to the hospital, but Lou was hardly average. She'd have to do a hell of a lot more damage than that to put down the Lou Patowski. He howled in rage and launched himself at her. She spun to face him, her heel sending up a shower of pebbles. Lou charged Jackie like a runaway train, his 280 pounds of heavy muscle building up incredible momentum. Any sane person would have tried to avoid that tremendous bulk bearing down on them, but Jackie did something completely unexpected. She ducked low and ran forward, catching Lou up short. Before Lou could adjust to this surprising tactic, Jackie swung her powerful right leg up in a side kick, smashing the flat of her foot squarely in the middle of Lou's puffy face. Jackie's awesome leg strength coupled with Lou's forward momentum lent devastating force to the kick, which snapped his head back in a spray of blood and saliva. He staggered back and nearly collapsed, bracing himself on the trunk of a nearby car. "Not bad, officer," Jackie taunted, "You're still standing. But I'm not finished with you yet. I'm going to break you into pieces before I let you die. Just like I broke your friends." Propped against the car, Lou stared at her, his eyes wide with surprise and shock. Blood flowed freely from both nostrils and a number of deep scrapes from where her boot smashed into his face. "Pritt squealed like a piglet when I snapped his neck, you know that tough guy?" She was slowly advancing toward Lou now, and he just stood there mute. "I tore both his arms out of his sockets and ground his face into hamburger before I wrung his neck like a chicken. I killed him with my bare hands, officer. You gonna arrest me for that?" When she got within 4 feet, Lou sprung into action. Grunting, he reached out to grab her, his meaty hands diving for Jackies neck. In a blur of motion, she grabbed his thick wrists in her hands and pulled down hard, bringing her bulging right thigh up at the same time. His face and her knee collided with a dull crack and fresh spray of blood. She released her grip and he stumbled onto all fours, thick streams of blood spattering onto the gravel from his crushed nose. As he knelt there stunned, she brought her powerful right arm down in a brutal overhand swing into the back of his head, driving him into the ground. "Too slow, old man," she teased as she backed up a few paces. "Remember Ray Ray? I killed him too. Crushed his skull with my fists. It cracked open like an Easter egg, you should have seen it. I don't even know the name of the third guy I killed. Didn't really mean to, but sometimes I forget how strong I am. Punched a hole in his chest. So sad." By this time I had regained my breath, but I was too terrified to move. I could see that she was merely playing with Lou. She could easily have kicked him senseless with those huge punishing legs of hers, but she was allowing him time to stand up again. Lou was made of some strong stuff, but the powerful girl's beating was beginning to take it's toll. Lou climbed to his feet a little unsteadily. He was a tough brawler, and I felt that Jackie may have underestimated his endurance. "Is that the best you got, you little freak? It's gonna take more than some fucking whore on steroids to take me out." Now his nose was thoroughly broken, smashed and tented almost comically. A fresh bruise was darkening under his left eye, swelling it shut. He was swaying a little, the blows to his head playing havoc with his balance. "Ooh, you're a tough guy aren't you? Good," Jackie grinned as she spoke, "I like tough guys. I like to make them scream. You should have heard your pals scream while I was beating them to death. They screamed like little girls. They were tough guys, too." As Jackie spoke, she stepped toward Lou and feinted a vicious right hook. Lou brought his left arm up to block, and he shifted a little to the right. His eyes widened when he realized that she was not coming on for a punch, but was in fact luring him into position. She pivoted at the waist and swung her strong left leg up in a furious roundhouse kick. Off balance, he was unable to defend himself. I could see the terrible muscles in those legs, I could imagine the sheer damage they could inflict. Frozen, I watched as her foot drove into his face like a mallet, pulverizing flesh and bone. For an instant, Lous face was obliterated by a bloody red spray. His entire body, all 300 pounds of it, was driven back by the incredible force of her kick. He crashed solidly into the passenger side door of a white pickup parked nearby, rocking it. He groped blindly for purchase as he slid to the ground, leaving a bloody smear on the dented door. Jackie strode casually over to Lou, her calm measured steps al the more horrific after her last display of brutality. She stood over him, her muscular legs planted firmly in a wide stance. He tried to brace himself against the truck, attempting to stand before her. Before he could react, drove her right fist viciously down like a piston, smashing wetly into his face. He shuddered with the impact, crashing to the ground in a boneless heap. She followed up with five more tremendous blows, pumping left and right fists into his face. He stopped struggling and lay there in twitching agony. Jackie knelt on one knee and grabbed a handful of Lou's hair. She gently lifted his head up to meet her gaze. When I got a look at what she had done to his face I gasped out loud. With numb horror I saw that she had rearranged his features like some mad sculptor. A grisly flap of skin hung from a large gash on his left cheek. His jaw was pushed at least an inch too far to the right, where it hung slack and drooling. His left eye was shut, the tissue surrounding it rapidly swelling. Bits of gravel and dirt were embedded deep in his lacerated face. I felt my bile rising at the sight of him. He stared at her with his single working eye and croaked something incoherent. His jaw wasn't working the way it should, it just flopped open and closed, draining thick blood and spit onto his wide chest. He gave up trying to speak and began to painfully shake his head from side to side, grunting like a pig. "You want me to stop?" she whispered, "You had enough pain?" Lou grunted, vigorously nodding in her grasp, pride and rage lost in his universe of pain. I couldn't believe that she had beaten him into submission. Lou Patowski was a mountain of a man, pounded to a bloody pulp by a woman. Still holding his head up for him, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his bloody forehead. She smiled, his blood smeared across her lips. "It'll all be over in a minute, fucker. Time to say good night. You understand, don't you?" He understood. Complete fear washed across his battered face like a shadow. His panic lending him strength, Lou surprised both Jackie and myself by fighting back. He launched a uppercut into her stomach with his left hand, connecting with a dull thud. Jackie seemed more surprised than hurt by the blow, which knocked her off balance. Then he swung his right fist wildly, connecting with the side of her head and knocking her to the ground beside him. For a moment, I thought Lou had managed to turn the fight in his favor, but I could see that he was only acting out of pure animal desperation. Once she was down, he used the truck behind him to pull himself to his feet. He stumbled away in a blind panic, attempting to reach the perceived safety of the street on the other side of the parking lot. He never made it. Within seconds Jackie had recovered from Lou's unexpected attack and charged after him, her muscular legs quickly closing the distance. Lou managed a terrified glance back before she drove her massive shoulder into the small of his back and wrapped her thick arms around his barrel chest. The impact of her tackle was enough to knock his feet off the ground, and she actually lifted him as she continued her relentless charge. He was helpless in her crushing embrace. She drove Lou into the side of a parked van with train wreck force, the power of the collision sufficient to rock the van on it's tires. The passenger side window shattered with the impact and there was a huge bloody dent on the sliding side door. Lou had borne most of force of the impact with his upper body, which Jackie had aimed into the van. He'd also sustained obvious injury to his back, where Jackie had driven her rock-hard shoulder. Lou collapsed, unconscious. Moving quickly, she propped him into a sitting position. His arms and his head flopped bonelessly as she maneuvered him into place, then she sat down behind him. Jackie snaked her arms around him from behind, under his armpits. Wriggling, she completely encircled his wide chest, locking her muscular arms around him in an unbreakable bear hug. She heaved back with a grunt, and quickly wrapped her powerful legs around his waist. I stared, horrified, as Lou was completely entwined in her corded arms and legs. Peeking over Lou's shoulder, Jackie winked at me and said, "Say good bye to your friend now." Before I could react, she began to squeeze. Every muscle on her body tensed with awesome power as she applied their unbelievable strength to Lou's helpless body. The immense muscles in her arms, back and shoulders were bulging as she pulled his upper body up, while her massive legs were pushing his lower body down at the same time. She was literally tearing him in half. She grunted through clenched teeth with the incredible effort. Every straining muscle in her body glistened with fresh oily sweat. I could actually see Lou's torso lengthening as she applied her brutal strength. Lou's battered eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped his torn, bloody lips, but he was in no position to resist her punishment. Her thickly muscled legs were clenched completely around his waist, pinning his own legs uselessly beneath him. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his chest, the crushing grip tightening every second as his ribs bowed under her embrace. His own arms hung helplessly above Jackie's crushing grip, her inexorable squeezing forcing him into an almost comical shrug. With renewed strength, she continued arching her back, stretching Lou to the breaking point. Lou's waist shrank and shrank under the crushing pressure of Jackies massive rock-hard thighs. Her grip was so tight that Lou's face turned a deeper shade of red, swelling up as fresh streams of blood trickled down on to his collapsing chest and Jackies pulsing arms. The terrible contest went on for nearly a minute, muscle pitted against bone. Finally, Jackie screamed, a hoarse, terrifying roar of pure animal fury, and wrenched upward with horrifying strength. Lou's spine snapped with a wet, grisly pop. His nervous system seemed to short circuit, sending him into shuddering spasms. His eyes snapped open blindly as thin red foam sprayed from his lips. Jackies iron grip held him as he twitched, held him until he was still. When Jackie released her grip from his chest, Lou sagged forward at a sickening angle. She untwined her legs from his shattered waist and kicked his broken body away from her, where it lay twisted and still in the gravel. I was beyond fear by now. If this woman could destroy the strongest, toughest man I knew, what chance did I have if she turned her attentions to me? She could break me like a twig. I began backing away from the sight of my broken partner, my eyes never leaving the horrifying sight of the mad muscle woman, the woman who could beat the life out of me at any moment. She stood slowly and began to stretch in the moonlight, every deep curve on her body glistening with sweat and smeared blood. She was like a primitive goddess of death, tearing the life out of mortals with her bare hands. She was terrible and beautiful in that moment, and I was in awe of her raw sensual power even as I fled before her. Suddenly, she noticed by attempt at escape and locked eyes with me. Panic took over and I broke into a mad dash for our car. I nearly made it, I was within 5 feet of the door and I could see the police radio like a beacon on the dashboard when she got me. Grabbing my left arm, she spun me around like a child and I stumbled and fell before her. "Relax," she said as she looked down at me, "I'm not going to kill you. I was only after your partner, okay? But if you disobey me, I'll beat you into a coma. You understand?" I nodded mutely. "Good. Now here's the deal, tough guy. You never saw me. Make up any story you want, but leave me out of it. If you so much as mention me, I'll hunt you down and beat you to death. And not quick like your friend her, but slowly. I'll take my time. There's no place you can run where I can't find you, and there's nobody who can protect you from me. do you understand?" I was too petrified to even nod, and just lay there numb with fear. Satisfied with my silence, she grinned. "Okay, you're a smart boy," she said, "but there's one more thing before I go." Still smiling, she knelt down to me and said, "Remember what I said I'd break your arms if you touched me?" My eyes widened with horror. "Well, I just wanna let you know that I don't make threats I don't keep." Before I could react, she reached out and grabbed my left arm just below the wrist. Holding it up, she pistoned her other arm forward and pounded the heel of her palm into my elbow. White agony exploded in my eyes as I felt a sickening crack echoing through my body. I was reeling, unable to even scream when she took my right arm. Though the haze of pain I felt her snap my other arm in the same manner, but by then I was already succumbing to shock. The last thing I remember were her soft lips on my forehead as I sunk into unconsciousness. That's the true account of the events the night of September 17, 1997.