Outside, there still was a great deal of confusion. After Jazmine exited the classroom, the students in it began pouring out into the hallway. Wasting no time, Jazmine honed in on her next target—Julie Copperhead.
Julie was hugged up on Rita, trying to make sure if Rita's beautiful face wasn't marred too badly. Jazmine herself had tasted blood in her mouth the moment Samantha had kicked her in the face—she wasn't sure how bruised up she was, but Jazmine knew at the beginning of this she wouldn't be damage free. But she didn't care. This was war, and whatever injury that was sustained would be chalked up to a battle scar and would be worn with honor.
Cutting through the crowd like a scalpel on flesh, she was before Julie in seconds, completely oblivious to the battle between Riley and Butch. Grabbing a handful of Julie's platinum blonde locks, she threw her off kilter into the gaggle-fuck of confused bystanders, turned to face Rita, and decked her again. Jazmine would deal with her in a second. Reoriented, Julie faced Jazmine.
"Alright you little cunt, you wanna go? Let's, go!"
True to her art of Karate, Julie began throwing very controlled punches at Jazmine, who in turn was deflecting them down and away in just the same manner she had been training in. Jazmine could see the mounting frustration in Julie's light blue eyes as she struggled to understand why this pushover of a mutt was blocking all of her attacks. With the blonde now more focused on why she wasn't making contact, Jazmine turned the tide with the short burst attack that Riley had showed her just the day before. Julie stumbled back, momentarily stunned and unaware of Jazmine's next advance. Grabbing again two fistfuls of her hair, she roughly threw the girl hard to the left--her forehead crashing with a loud clang into the freshly painted supply cabinet in the hall, denting it slightly. Suddenly from behind, Jazmine was caught up in a strong grip—it was Rita grappling her with arms now locked around Jazmine's biceps and chest. Not one for this at the moment, Jazmine promptly stomped one of the girl's feet, electing a yelp. She elbowed her in the gut twice, causing Rita to lose her grip. With that, Jazmine broke her left arm free, then brought her elbow up and back into the side of Rita's head, causing the trick to hit the floor.
She said she'd fucking deal with her in a second.
Moving back over to the still kneeling blonde (who now had blue paint on her forehead and hands), Jazmine for the third time grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and began pounding the silly bitch's head into the cabinet.
THAT was for the meatloaf.
Thrice she did this before jerking her towards the brick finish and smashing her maw into it. With Julie still bent over, Jazmine leaned her elbow and body heavily into the blonde's shoulder blade for weight and pain. Content with this, she began to trot quickly, dragging the side Julie's face along the rough brick like a piece of chalk, leaving behind a faint trail skin and blood specks. Jazmine felt yet another surge of adrenaline at hearing Julie's tortured screams as the brick sandpapered bits of her flesh away. Finally letting go, leaving the girl to collapse to the buffed granite with painful slap, it was time now to deal with Rita.
As Julie began to stand--leaning on the brick for support--the poor girl was in no position to dodge or even block as a random fist from Butch (intended for Riley) missed its mark and found its way into her unprotected side. The blow, smashing her back into the brick, caused Julie's eyes to roll up in her head. She fell to the floor again and lay nearly motionless from shock. Butch of course didn't even notice. He was locked on Riley at the moment, and crushing his bones was the only thing on his mind.
Coming from the other end of the hall, several adults were pushing through the droves of hapless children to break up the fight. The first one to get near was a tall, yet gangly man who shouted for Butch to stop. The large boy eye the man for a second, then hoisted him overhead and effectively threw him at the other teachers, halting all of their advances. Riley's eyes grew wide. Holy crap, this dude was like Andre the fucking Giant! Suddenly Butch grabbed an unsuspecting student and held him up. It was that kid from earlier that week, Cory!
"Ay nigga! That boy ain't do shit ta'you! Put'em down!" Riley demanded. He never indented for innocent bystanders to get caught up in this drama.
"Ahhhh!! Help!" The pitiable white boy squealed.
"PUT'EM DOWN!!" Riley barked again.
"You want'em back? Here!"
With that, Butch unceremoniously tossed Cory onto Riley, causing him to fall back under the weight.
"GET OFF!" Riley yelled as the boy continued to lay on him, but by then, Butch had grabbed a hold of one of Riley's ankles. Snatching him up from underneath Cory, Butch effortlessly sent him sailing over several heads and then hard onto the floor. Riley gritted his teeth and squeezed shut his eyes as the contact with the granite left him stinging. Time was wasting though as he could hear Butch's foot steps thundering closer. Fighting through the pain, Riley was back on his feet. He turned back quickly to see yet another of Butch's fists screaming toward him. Blocked in on both sides by other students, Riley steeled himself for the direct hit that would probably break his guard. Keeping his eyes glued on the fist, Riley barely saw as the P.E. coach himself came from behind the behemoth and put him in a head lock. Tall and stocky, it seemed that he had a hold of Butch, giving Riley a chance to slip away. He had to find Jazmine.
Just as Riley was squeezing by the struggling pair, Butch backed up quickly into the wall, slamming the coach into it. A loud 'oof' could be heard just as Butch slammed him into the opposite wall. Now free of the man who slid off his back and onto the floor, Milosevic knelt down gave the Phys-ed teacher in alternating succession, two heavy lefts and two heavy rights—knocking the adult unconscious. At that moment, yet another teacher approached the kneeling Milosevic, and was met with a viscous uppercut that threw him back onto a cluster terrified students.
Jazmine's eyes darted around the nameless faces of the children looking for her prey. Could she have lost her? Impossible—not in this mad house. Suddenly another cry rang out.
"DUBOIS!!"
Jazmine raised her eyes. Not but a yard away from the other, their gazes locked in a whirl of fury so intense, the very air around them seemed to crackle with the heat of their enmity.
"Theronguard…" Jazmine murmured, the surname slipping free from her barely parted lips.
It was time, and was as if Moses himself had cleared a path through the students for both Rita and Jazmine. Within seconds the two were racing toward one another. Jazmine prepared her hand for a punch that she would be aiming at Rita's left cheek. As the distance closed, the course was perfect…At least it was up until Rita dropped down and slid like she was stealing home. Taken by surprise, Jazmine couldn't even gasp as Rita's foot tangled in hers and had Jazmine crashing face first into the floor. In the blink of an eye, Rita had snatched the back of Jazmine's pullover and yanked her up and back. Still reeling from her granite kiss, Jazmine didn't defend as Rita punched her in the side of the face. Everything blurred for a moment just as Jazmine felt a single hand wrap around her throat. With incredible strength, Rita choke-slammed Jazmine into the wall then rammed another fist into her gut causing her to bow full forward. She palmed her forehead and slammed the back of Jazmine's head the full ninety degrees into the brick, then backhanded her to keep the mulatto off balance.
Jazmine blacked for an instant as her knees buckled. For the love of God, she was having her ass handed to her! Rita grabbed the front of Jazmine's pullover and pulled her back up and to her face. Jazmine's head lolled from side to side
"Is this what you wanted Dubois?? Huh? Answer me GODDAMNIT!!"
And answered she was, with a fervent tackle from the side.
Out of her grip, Jazmine lumped to the floor. Nauseous and breathing heavily, she could barely distinguish Riley's shouts over the panic of random students. She drug her head in the direction she thought it was coming from.
"Jazmine, JAZMINE!! JAZMINE GET UP!!!!"
Rita's eyes became saucers as she realized what had happened. It was that black kid who not only pushed Julie, but had the gall to be trying to handle her! Something inside her snapped and felt herself go ape-shit.
"GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING NIGGER!!!!! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME?? GET OFFFFFF!!!!!!!" Rita bellowed with an animalistic rage unlike anything Riley had ever heard before. It was worse than Butch--worse than Luna…worse than Stinkmeaner. This bitch had turned into a motherfucking psycho!
Rita howled madly as she thrashed with all her might in Riley's grip—but to no avail. Despite her nearly inhuman convulsions, Riley managed to drag the enraged girl to her feet and force her into a half-nelson. No matter what, she wasn't getting outta this one.
'Come on Jazz, dis'yo chance…get up and finish dis nutty bitch.' Riley pleaded in his mind. Who the hell knew when Jazmine would ever have this opportunity again? Don't blow it was all he could ask.
In Jazmine's mind, reality began to echo. He had Rita wide open for her. Here it was. Here! She couldn't fail now—not Riley, not herself—not for any of the countless people this witch had tormented. Drop her Jazz. Drop her. Rising up slowly she took a step forward, balling her tiny fists as she did. Her pulse raced, her mind became a steel trap—the end was upon them. Jazmine took a deep breathe, then let out a screech that easily rivaled Rita's.
Four was how many fists she plunged into Rita's hardened belly. Four more was how many fists she landed on either side of her rib cage. One to the left of her jaw, and one to the right. Two more…again to the left and right to her jaw, blood now flying from Rita's mouth as her head ricocheted between Jazmine's white-knuckled fists. Riley took several steps back from Jazmine, dragging Rita with him. Turning her loose, he put a boot in the middle of Rita's back and pushed her toward the mulatto. Jazmine locked onto the girl who was staggering toward her.
It was time for the coup de grâce. When Rita was no more than an arm's length away, Jazmine raised her dark blue-jean clad leg and (with as much force as she could) kneed Rita in the bridge of her nose. The force of it, combined with Rita' forward motion, shot Rita's head in a perfect rapid arc back to the granite with a sickening crack. On the floor, Rita's face was frozen in one of agony. Her expression suggested she wanted to scream, yet she was silent. Her hands hovered around her skull for a second before sound finally matched her expression--and Lord--it was horrible. Blood streamed down in miniature rivers from her nose and the sides of her mouth, her face was fully covered in crimson.
And it should've scared Jazmine—she had always been squeamish about blood. But to see beautiful, angelic Rita's face covered with her own blood—gave Jazmine a morbid satisfaction that nearly made her stomach turn…nearly. Jazmine's heart at that moment knew no mercy. Kneeling down beside the bloodied girl, Jazmine pulled from her pocket the small white square she had been hiding there. She had know before then that the little square would somehow become symbolic—and now it was finally clear…it would be victory. Tearing the small square open, she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and flagged to full size the small soapy cloth. Clutching Rita by the throat, she gave a bit of a squeeze until her mouth opened just a bit…
Taking the wet nap, she none-to-gently wiped some of the blood off Rita.
"Come on pup, eat up…" Jazmine snarled. Lifting the towelette into the air, with her index and middle finger, stuffed the bloody nap into Rita's open and busted mouth.
Riley couldn't add to it. Never in his life did he ever think he would see Jazmine do something quite so vengeful—and he was damn proud! However this happy moment would be short lived. While he was watching Jazz go Ali on Rita, he was unaware of the giant who managed to sneak up on him. Finally landing a blow across Riley's face, Butch clamped down on his right arm and snatched him backward and away. Riley was now of little interest to Butch, as he had just caught sight of the bloody Rita with Jazmine standing stoically over her.
And Jazmine knew that this would be coming. So this is how those girls disappeared eh? Yeah, Butch probably beat them to death then ate the bodies…that's how this was going to end for Jazmine. But she didn't care. She had gotten her revenge—Rita was now bloody and gagging on the soapy antiseptic cloth at her feet, and her other little friends had been torn down by Jazmine's hands. Justice had been served, and now, it was about to be served again to her. Hopefully it would be quick, and judging by how Riley just got handled, it would be.
Jazmine watched as Butch's face twisted into one of rage as he began to raise his hand to her. But she wasn't afraid. There was no need to fear now, there was no point. She couldn't even say that she had any regrets. The only thing now was that she wished she had said good-bye to her mother rather than see you later…Jazmine didn't like to lie. She watched as the mighty fist of Rita's boyfriend came at full speed—but for her, it was pure slow motion. Closing her eyes, she waited for the end.
SMACK.
The sound echoed through the hall, and everything became quiet. With teeth bared, Butch raised blonde eyebrows as he looked down the length of his arm. At the end of his fist, was an open hand—and next to that open hand, two brown eyes narrowed in marked disapproval.
Huey Freeman had finally joined the fray.
A/N: Holy Shit! It Huey!! Yaaaayyy!!! Stay tuned for the conclusion! I'll try not to take so long!