RollerBladeHer

"Shaundi always says she can take one on." The Boss stared through his windshield at the group of Deckers across the street.

"Because I can."

"Pshhh yeah right. You know you can't." Pierce leaned forward, resting his arms against the two front seats where Shaundi and the Boss sat.

"Fuck you, don't tell me what I can or can't do."

"Girl, you cannot take on that bitch by yourself, you see the big fucking hammer she has?"

"Just because you can't take her doesn't mean I can't, Pierce."

"Hey," The Boss tilted his head, looking at both. "You two are walking home if you keep it up."

Both lieutenants shut up, making childish mocking expressions when they looked at each other. Shaundi rolled her eyes, turning forward. They sat inside the Boss' Bootlegger finishing whatever was left of the fast food they'd gotten. Rob Roy played as they ate, though they were silently staring at the group of young Deckers that hung around the street. They had been focusing on the young female rollerblader, who idly spun from side to side on her wheels as if waiting for someone to test her little crew, trying to figure out what the hell that blue trail was.

"Make a bet." Shaundi looked at Pierce.

"What?"

The Boss raised his brow. "Yeah, not a bad idea... Pierce, if you're so sure, bet her for it...10 grand says Shaund can take that bitch down on her own."

"Fuck that. 35." She nodded. "Whaddaya say, Pierce?"

"Shit," Pierce smirked, leaning back. "Easiest money I'll ever make. Deal - but...with conditions."

"Conditions?"

"Yeah. Shooting her is easy. You say you can take her down yourself, then do it without a bullet. Don't use your gun on her 'til you've knocked her ass down without one."

"So what? She gets a big fucking electric sword and I get shit?"

"Here," The Boss reached over, punching open the glove compartment. He took out a small blade and handed it to Shaundi. "Go all matador on her ass or somethin'."

Shaundi grabbed the knife and slid it open. It was short, about 3 inches total. She closed it again and stuffed it into her tank. "Alright, so you two take out the other assholes, leave the chick to me."

"What!? Nuh uh girl, that ain't how this is goin' down!" Pierce pointed, holding his hands out. "You said you could take her on, so take them all on if you have to. I ain't doing shit."

"Oh would you shut up, it's not like you'd help much anyway."

The Boss ignored their argument, looking at her as she pulled the door's handle. "We'll be here if you need us Shaundi."

"I won't." She stepped out, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Woo!" Pierce grinned, leaning over again. "She's about to get her ass whooped!"

Boss shook his head, staring at his third in command as she made her way toward the street. "You really think Shaundi is gonna get her ass kicked by that Decker?"

"The Decker ain't bad," He grinned. "But that hammer thing looks like a bitch."


One of the Deckers turned at the sound of her heels. "Well! Look who paid us a visit!" The rest looked, those that had been sitting stood up as they saw her approaching. Their mouths began to throw insults in annoying, nasal, British accents.

"Well, well, well. It's a Saint!"

"What's the matter Saint?"

"Lost your way home?"

She continued walking toward them, her jaw clenching as she came closer.

"Junkie bitch!"

"Hey look, it's St Whore!"

"Think a Saint can just walk in our turf and live?"

"Came to die, Saint?"

"You looking for more men to fuck on national televi-OUGH!" Shaundi's heel dug into the boy's stomach, knocking him to the floor. Both hands reached behind her, pulling out the dual set of pistols she carried against her back. Her guns lifted to the other Deckers, automatically squeezing both triggers in an alternative, continuous rhythm. Some pedestrians took cover while others took out their phones to get footage. The bullets ripped through most before they had the chance to grab their guns, their blood splattering around the street and forming a pool underneath their lifeless bodies.

"Oh, SHIT!" Pierce's eyes widened, his head nearly whip lashed back in surprise.

"Fuckin' right!"

"She fucked them up!"

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" The Boss grinned, raising his brow.

The rollerblader blurred out of sight when the gun was pulled, leaving a long, blue electric trial behind her. Or radioactive...whatever that shit is. Buzzing sounded all around, though the Decker never came into sight. Shaundi tossed her Kobras to the side as she looked around. Her hand reached inside her blouse, pulling out the small, retractable knife. "Come on, you emo bitch. What happened to all that shit you were talkin'? Just you and me. Let's go!"

Her small hands tightened into fist. She kept the blade closed and concealed in her right, her grip squeezing it to steady any incoming punches she'd have to make - her knuckles hadn't fully healed after she broke them on some prick's face. Another buzzing behind her. She turned around to face it. Nothing. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she tilted her head to the side as she called out again. "You gonna come the fuck out or not?!"

Pierce pointed for the Boss to see. "There she is! She's comin'!"

Buzzz! The electricity cut through the air with swinging static as Shaundi turned. She tilted backwards, keeping her feet planted on the ground. Thank God for yoga. Her left fist jabbed into the Decker's ribs, making her stumble to the side and grunt in pain before taking off into another speeding frenzy. Shaundi regained her full balance upright, her eyes following the blue trail left behind. Another buzz. Shaundi twisted to the side to dodge it. Then - pow. The hammer came down hard beside the lieutenant, cracking the concrete as it sent shock waves through it and the surrounding air.

"Should we get out Boss?"

"Nah, she's got this." He leaned back, watching intently.

Shaundi stumbled forward from the force, falling to her knees. Swzz-BZZ! She rolled on her back, out from under the incoming blow from hammer's blade, and she caught the back of the Decker's knees with her foot. The heel of her platform dug into her enemy's side as she fell, penetrating through the skin in a bloody wound. The young woman dropped the shock hammer as she stumbled to get up. Soon she was gone again, rollerblading around the perimeter while talking a lot of shit.

"Oh shit! Pierce, you see that?!"

"She kicked the fuck outta her leg!" Pierced laughed.

Rising to her feet, Shaundi looked down at the hammer - her black heel crashing down through it. Its electric motherboard shattered into pieces and its buzzing came to a slow, dying silence. The Decker came to a stop, her expression overly aggressive though she was sweating profusely. A dark red stain bled through the plaid skirt around her upper thigh. "You're gonna die right here, you stupid bitc-"

"Would you just shut up and come throw down already?" Shaundi began walking towards her, though she sped off into the distance at the first step. "Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me!"

The Saints in the car busted out laughing.

"She needs to hurry her ass up, more of their crew is gonna be comin' soon." Pierce leaned forward, still grinning as he squinted. "Hey Boss...who's that?"

"Um, Shaundi..." Shaundi turned at the voice, looking down at a lanky teenager who grinned at her - his braces were purple. His shirt had her face on it; merchandise from the show. His arms were long and thin, decorated in freckles. His shaggy hair covered his eyes and he was clearly stoned. "Oh shiiit, it is you...Shaundi...whoa. I'm meeting Shaundi..."

"I'm a little busy, dude." She looked around. Traces of blue trails were just vanishing through the air.

"Oh...Sorry...My bad...Can I um...can I get your autograph though?" He held up two things.

Swzzfttt!

Shaundi turned, her right arm extending out fully as she stepped to the left and flicked her wrist, snapping the blade out. The Decker skated directly into the clothesline, Shaundi's forearm ramming into her collarbone with enough force to send her into the air, only feet away from the fan. She flipped in a complete 360, falling against the asphalt face first and leaving a bright red stain. Shaundi spun the knife between her fingers. It flipped halfway before she caught it by the handle, making sure its blade pointed down, then stabbed it into the Decker's spine to make sure she wouldn't go anywhere.

Pierce and the Boss tilted back in surprise, laughing as they covered their mouths with their fists in a synchronized "OOOHHH!"

Walking to her guns, Shaundi picked one up and checked it to make sure it was ready to fire.

The woman screamed as Shaundi's platform pressed against her neck; she had tried rolling to the side. The Decker's eyes were half covered by black and blue hair, though Shaundi's stared through - her eyes shining bright green that stood out against the light purple eyeshadow. She licked her lips before bringing up the gun, its barrel pointed between the Decker's eyes. "This is for thinking you could fuck with a Saint."

She pulled the trigger, blowing the girl's brains onto the road.

Exhaling, she turned back to the boy who still held out a marker and a copy BoyToy with her on the cover. She took the marker after re-strapping the Kobra, popping the cap off with her mouth and holding it there. Her left hand took the magazine, signing across it - marking the end of the "i" with the usual sparkle. The purple Bootlegger rolled to a stop behind her, running over dead Decker bodies.

The Boss leaned over from the driver's seat as he called out to her and opened the passenger's door. "C'mon Shaundi, get in. We don't have all day."

Capping the marker, she handed it and the Boytoy back to their owner...who still stood there, jaw dropped.

"Take it easy." She nodded to him before turning back, talking to Pierce as she stepped in. "35 grand cash. Pay up."