The following week was not good!
Dr Bennett went ballistic, which was an understatement, when she heard what had occurred. I had taken Chloe and Curtis home and I had never seen Dr Bennett so angry. First, she went through Chloe like a ton of bricks for getting them both into the situation in the first place and then for carrying a concealed weapon; Chloe was left a sobbing wreck by the end of it. However, Dr Bennett eventually relented when she considered, as I had, that Chloe had done everything right, after the shit had already hit the fan!
Then we had the other issue!
"So, you know about Chloe's extra-curricular activities now, do you?" Dr Bennett said, turning on Curtis who flinched and shrank away from his Aunt.
"Yes, ma'am..."
"Who are going to tell?" Dr Bennett demanded.
"Nobody – ever..."
"You do and Mindy's wrath will be nothing compared to my own!" She finished, leaving Curtis a sobbing wreck, too.
I was very pleased to get out of there and go home.
Note to self: never get on Dr Bennett's bad side!
..._...
Surprisingly, Chloe suffered limited trauma from her experience.
She spent time talking with Natasha, but Chloe was able to put it behind her very quickly. Curtis took a little longer – the poor kid had been frightened half to death by the whole experience. Needless to say: nothing was ever said to his parents!
Five weeks later
I had had the worst five weeks of my life – well that was not exactly true.
The assholes had worked me into the ground. Every day we trained, every day we practised, every day we learnt to work as a team. I had learnt to kick, to punch, to shoot and to ride. I had learnt to dive, to roll and to block. I had learnt that Mindy was a Grade A bitch!
I had been trained to use the bō-staff and the Glock 26 Gen 4 pistol among other weapons. Most importantly, I was to be partnered with my best friend, Chloe, or as she was known on the streets, Haze.
Safehouse C
The suit was light grey and made from a composite stab resistant material that was flexible and fairly form fitting. The suit was made up of trousers and a zip-up jacket that joined to the trousers to form a single suit. The trousers came down to dark blue leather boots, with armoured soles that covered the calves with an armoured panel that encircled the lower leg and came up to a few inches below the knees. The knees were protected by armoured pads that were a light blue. Strapped to the right and left thighs were a pair of pistol holsters that each held a Glock 26 Gen 4 pistol. The holsters were suspended from a belt, which was dark blue in colour and was festooned with equipment, including four magazine carriers, and two pouches for other equipment, plus two thin pouches that held mini-suppressors for the two pistols.
The jacket had pockets at the front for four flexible ballistic plates. The upper left pocket was embossed with the letter 'C' in light blue. Each pocket was dark blue and the heavy-duty zip was protected with a vertical Velcro strip. The back of the jacket had three pockets that again held three flexible ballistic plates and again the pockets were dark blue.
The shoulders of the jacket had similar armoured pads to the knees and were light blue. These pads extended down the upper arm to just above light blue armoured elbow pads. The hands and lower arms were covered with gauntlets that had armour on the back of the hands that extended over the wrist joint and up to the elbow. The gauntlets had composite armour for the palms and the front of the fingers. The rear of each finger was light blue, while the gauntlet was black.
The neck was protected with a thick collar. The head was covered with a form-fitting mask that covered the head and around the eyes. The lower face was uncovered.
..._...
"Meet our newest vigilante," Hit Girl announced. "Meet Clarity!"
I blushed madly at the attention.
"Damn; three females that all look hot!" Swipe moaned.
Haze laughed before turning serious.
"Get a boner for anybody but yours truly and I cut it off!" She growled to general laughter.
"How do you feel?" Kick-Ass asked Clarity.
"I feel awesome – I feel reborn; thanks everybody..."
The following weekend
Saturday
The Bronx
I swung my bō-staff as the man approached me.
He was watching the beyond razor-sharp blades as he looked for an opening to attack me. Haze was off to my right, covering my back, while I covered hers. We went everywhere as a team, protecting each other. We were deadly; three men lay dead on the ground, one was mine – he had deserved to die. I had recognised the man as one who had raped me more times, than I cared to think about.
It felt very therapeutic, the killing, I was getting my revenge on the bastards and we were going to free more girls, girls who were suffering just as I had. The man pulled a gun, never managed to bring it up far enough to shoot me as a short knife appeared in his neck. He dropped the pistol and grasped his neck; I looked to my left and saw a grinning Hit Girl as she swung one of her Wakizashi blades into another man, almost severing his leg.
Kick-Ass and Swipe were alongside her as they ran for the main door of the building. Our job, Haze and I, was to kill or detain anybody that emerged from the building, who was not a victim. We could hear screams, both male and young female as Hit Girl, Kick-Ass and Swipe rampaged through the building. I was on a high from the adrenalin surges that flooded through me – I had never felt so alive.
The thrill of the kill!
I loved it. It felt so right having my best friend fighting beside me. We were fighting for other girls, just like her. Ultimately, we were going to take down the man who ran these abominations to human society.
I had no idea exactly what my best friend had endured, nor did I know what it was like to have sex; I was still a virgin. Although, one evening, a few weeks ago, I had been forced to strip in an alleyway, which had been as close as I had ever wanted to get to what had happened to Natasha. I had had several nightmares since then where I had not had a gun and I had been forced to strip naked in front of the two men and Curtis, and then suffer the indignities of having the men grope me and ultimately rape me.
I had only talked to one person about those nightmares and that had been Natasha. She in turn had talked about her own nightmares. Only, where mine had only been figments of my overactive imagination, hers had been very real. Over the past five weeks, we had become closer than ever before, which I think had annoyed Alexander, as I spent more time with Natasha than with him.
Since the attack, I had also been very cautious about Alex touching me. We had never had skin-on-skin contact, but we had touched each other, through our clothes. Only, I tended to shy away from him when his hands ventured towards my breasts and I pointedly said 'No', whenever his hands wandered below my waist. He understood and was concerned, but I knew he was upset, too. I would have to do something about that – with Natasha's help.
..._...
The man, who attacked me, fell as my blade cut him diagonally down and across his chest, followed by a blade through his heart. A cloud of bright red blood flew into the air and I smiled as I watched the droplets fall to the ground. I watched as Clarity swiftly dropped her man, with a swift stab in his chest; he fell with blood gushing across the ground.
"You good?" I asked.
"Never better, Haze!" Clarity replied with an enormous grin.
We both moved closer to the main building. We could hear people coming down the stairs and heading for the main door. The first group out were girls, naked or partially naked. We led them over to an area where we could protect them, to the right of the doorway.
A man came out – he seemed to be a client. I saw Natasha's teeth bare as she strode over to the man and punched him hard across the face with her armoured gauntlet. He went down with a yell, his nose broken.
"Give me one reason why I should not run you through!" Clarity growled with venom in her voice.
She held the tip of one bō-staff blade to the man's chest, over his heart. The man just shook his head.
"I have nothing that can stop you; but I can help those girls. Nothing I say or do can make up for what I've done, but I can help..."
"Why should I believe a worthless rapist like you?"
The man grimaced, aware that he was at Clarity's mercy.
"Again, I have nothing, but I can get help here, fast... In our defence, we are blackmailed into this – the first time was supposed to be a bit of fun, but then came the photos – I have a wife and family..."
"What can you do to help?" I asked, curiously.
"I can have ambulances here in minutes – I can ensure that the medical bills are paid and these girls are cared for... My cell..."
I nodded and allowed the man to reach into his inside jacket pocket and retrieve his cell. The man stiffened and I could see blood appear where the blade was beginning to sink into his chest. We watched as he dialled a number and spoke rapidly into the handset.
"It is done!" He said, minutes later.
True to his word, within twenty minutes a small fleet of ambulances appeared out of nowhere – plus the Cops.
The man offered up his card, before we left him to the Cops. His name was Vincent Headley; he was a big time Lawyer. Kick-ass, Hit Girl and Swipe were standing behind me as I spoke again.
"I am Clarity. We will be watching you; you renege on your promise and I will find you; I will gut you and you will feel every twist of my blade. You understand me?" I felt powerful as I said those words.
I was in control – the bastard would jump and dance to my tune; just as I once had to men just like him. There was true fear in the man's eyes as he nodded, knowing that he was trapped.
"We will be in touch..." Hit Girl added instilling her own fear into the man.