TAKE MY SISTER, PLEASE

by

Goosefire

This story is dedicated to the memory of Suzanne Crough. And referencing the 'blonde' Chris Partridge says it's Brian Forster.

Chapter 1

"Let her go, you bastards!' There wasn't much he could do to protect her. The two holding his wrists saw to that. Pulling him in two directions, he couldn't adjust his balance to fight them off. Cowards! The leader was worse; the girl was being terrorized by him just because he could get away with it; and making him watch and feel helpless. If only he could get his hands on him; he'd teach him about terror.

'Is this a private party, or can anyone join?' The slender blonde took stock of the newcomer who appeared to catch everyone's attention. He was trim, with brown, curly hair. Coming near to the guy holding his left wrist, he executed a near-perfect double inside crescent kick to both sides of his skull. With the pressure gone, he pulled the guy on his right into a very nasty side kick to his kneecaps.

Like a scene from an old movie, they went back-to-back. The blonde looked over his shoulder.

'Thanks for the assist. Chris Partridge.' by way of introduction.

'You're welcome. Bobby Brady. Who's the girl?' 'My sister.' The leader still held the girl. He proceeded to grab her long blonde hair, and taking out a long knife, cut it. Waves of anger began to radiate from Chris; Bobby could relate; if they did that to his sister the next call would be to emergency, maybe even the undertaker.

With one look at Chris, Bobby spoke up, 'Mister, you have no idea of the ass-kicking you just bought yourself. Bet that makes you madder than anything, right Chris?' 'Damn Skippy.' 'You still need to hold your temper.' 'I am; you should see me when I'm angry.' 'I bet.'

Two errand-boys got too close and Chris took one with a stunning tornado kick. The other got his head handed to him when Bobby struck him with some basic forward punches to the body and a back fist when he doubled over.

After going through the rest, only the leader was left and he had a panicky look in his eyes. 'Stay back! I mean it!' 'Use that knife on my sister, and you do not walk away.'

Chris paced slowly, keeping his fury tightly checked. Then, it happened and surprised everyone. Tracy bit him on the hand and he reflexively let her go. She ran to her brother and held tight.

Strangely, there was another young woman there who took her into custody. 'I hope biting that trash doesn't give you cancer. Oh, Cindy Brady.' 'That's my hope also. Tracy Partridge.'

Chris took hold of this rat who had so frightened his sister and was about to rip his head off.

'Chris! No!' The only thing that could have stopped him; his sister's voice. 'You listen to me really hard and look me in the eyes.' Bobby just watched; Chris had to do this on his own. 'I run into you again and you will be praying that I turn you over to the cops! Follow?' The look in his eyes convinced this joker Chris might kill him if his sister didn't stop him. 'Got it.' 'Then blow.' Boy, did he pick up the pace.

Cindy was examining Tracy's severed hair. 'Such lovely hair, Tracy. Why did he need to go and cut it.' 'We'll tell you later.' said Chris. 'I'm starting to come down and I know Tracy's shaking also.' 'We'll help you home. Ok Cindy?' She gave him a look that he interpreted to mean that was his best idea all day.

Let's see where this new friendship goes.