snickersnee
[snik-er-snee]
1. a knife, especially one used as a weapon.
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Chuck
couldn’t believe his luck. He and his
buddies had found a great mark so late at night, in an area where people rarely
walked alone. It was perfect. She was a young woman, probably in her mid
20s, and was a real fine piece of work. Tall,
lean, and with curves in all the right places.
Plus, she looked to be in reasonably good shape, which meant she would
probably last awhile. Not only was she
good looking, her outfit and accessories showed him that she was well off as
well. New, stylish clothes that looked
to be from a high end store. Jewelry
that looked expensive, and could have even been real gold and gems. Even her purse looked to be high end
goods. Chuck was practically
drooling. Young, attractive, rich women
almost never walked alone.
Chuck
nodded to his three friends. All of them
were thinking the same exact thing. They
all knew this was a rare, golden opportunity that they had to take advantage
of. Without a word, the four of them
started moving. They moved around to
surround her, but still acting as casually as they could. It didn’t work, as their intent was easily
recognizable to anyone paying even the slightest bit of attention. The young woman easily spotted them and turned
around, going back the way she came.
Chuck and
his group weren’t about to let her get away so easily. With long strides they quickly closed the
distance between them and her. Two of
them got in front of her and cut off her escape.
“Hey
there, babe, where’re you headed to?” One
of them asked.
“Nowhere
that concerns you.” The woman said.
“Aw,
come on, don’t be like that. Maybe we
can, uh, help you out?” Another of the
group said. “I mean, a pretty thing like
you has to be careful. There’s all kinds
of nasty guys out here.” The other
snickered at the little attempt at humor.
“Yeah,
I know.” She said. “I’ve got protection against those bad
guys. Get out of my way or I’ll show you
what it is.”
“Oo,
how scary.” Chuck said through his
grin. “A little can of mace isn’t gonna
cut it here, babe.”
A wide
smile appeared on the woman’s face. She
reached into her purse but didn’t pull her hand back out.
“If you
think some pepper spray is all I have, then you’ll be sorry.”
Chuck
could guess what she had. The mace was
practically a given, but from the way she acted, she probably had something
else. A cell phone to call the cops was probably
a safe bet, not that it would help her much.
Maybe a whistle or some other noise maker? The worst thing she would probably have is a
tazer. That could be a problem, but as
long as one of them grabbed her arms it wouldn’t be an issue. All four of them were quite a bit bigger than
her, so as long as one of them got a good hold of her, she wouldn’t be able to
do anything.
“Oh
yeah, I’m trembling.” One of his friends
said. “Doesn’t really matter what you’ve
got out here, babe. Why don’t you let us
take you somewhere…safe.”
He put
his large, meaty hand on her shoulder to get her to come with them, forcefully
if the need arose. Suddenly, her arm
lashed out. A glint of metal could be
seen, and the man who had grabbed her let out a small grunt of pain and back
off. He clutched a small wound on his
shoulder and glared at the woman. She
held out a long, well honed combat knife that she had kept hidden in her purse.
“That
was a warning.” She said, brandishing
her weapon, “Now back off or else this will end badly for you.”
Chuck looked at the blade, and then at his
group. All four of them started laughing
at the threat, even the one which had been cut.
Chuck reached for his belt and drew his own weapon, a small hand gun
that he had gotten from a somewhat shady dealer. The other members of his group brought their
own firearms to bear.
“So,
want to reconsider that?” Chuck asked. “I
promise we won’ hurt you too much if you come with us.”
“Oh,
really?” She said, appearing unafraid of
the four guns pointed at her. “So, if I
just agree to come with you, you’ll just take my stuff, huh? That whole rape thing you’re thinking of won’t
happen?”
“Nah,
it’ll happen. We just promise that it’ll
be a lot more fun for you.”
“Hm, as…wonderful
as that sounds, I think I’m going to have to pass.”
“Your
loss.”
Chuck
made his move. He used the threat of his
gun to get in close and grabbed her. Before
he could even blink, she had whirled around and buried her blade deep into his
shoulder. She pulled it out and Chuck
fell, grabbing his injured shoulder and watching the blood leak between his
fingers.
The woman
moved like lighting as she went from one man to another. Her knife flashed red as it bit into the
flesh of his friends. It couldn’t have
taken more than ten seconds for all of them to be on the ground, nursing wounds
in their arms or shoulders.
“Now
then, I suggest you boys get out of here.”
The woman said. She flicked her
wrist and the blood on her knife splattered on the ground. “Get to a doctor or a hospital or something
and you’ll be fine. Those wounds right
now aren’t too bad. If you get patched
up, they’ll heal nicely. If you wait too
long though, you’ll bleed out. And if
you stick around and try again, I might not be nice enough to stick to
non-lethal places.”
Chuck
grumbled as he mulled over his options.
She had gotten the best of them mainly because they hadn’t been ready
for her. Now that they knew what she was
capable of, they could get her all at once before she could get any good slices
in. Then again, the sharp pain in his
shoulder and the blood leaking from it told him a very different story.
He and
his group stood up, each clutching their injuries. They looked at each other before coming to a silent
agreement. This one wasn’t worth the
trouble.
“We’ll
remember this.” Chuck said as he and his
friends started towards the nearest clinic.
“Uh
huh, I’m sure you will. Just remember, I
was going easy on you guys today. You
try anything on me again, and you’ll see what I can really do.” The woman said as she slid the knife back
into her purse. For some reason, those
words sent chills down Chuck’s spine. He
made a mental note to steer clear of that one in the future. He just hoped the other members of his group
felt the same.
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Every woman should have some method of defending herself, right? I probably wouldn't recommend a knife to do so in this day and age unless you really know what you're doing. But hey, at least it'd look a lot cooler than most other methods of self defense. It's hard to look intimidating with a small tube of mace, after all.
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