Warning: Rated for language, violence and references to adult behavior.
The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
The gang dragged Jeremie and girls deep into the alley. Deeper in, four more gang members joined the six. At the far end was a wall, with no escape. They threw the girls up against the wall, then four of them proceeded to beat up Jeremie.
They pounded the genius until he fell to the ground, then proceeded to viciously kick him. Jeremie was a bloody mess by the time they finished, and almost passed out. He could only lay there and watch the scene unfold.
Two of the gang members grabbed Aelita and Jeanie. They first started shoving the girls among them, all the while whooping and whistling and making rude comments about their looks and their dress. Then, one of the boys caught Aelita and tried to force her to drink from a bottle he was holding. She tried her best to fight him, but whatever was in the bottle was spilled down her face and shirt.
Jeanie was faring no better. The thug that had her was trying to kiss her. She tried pushing him away from her, but couldn't. She finally lashed out with a kick that caught him squarely in the groin. He fell over vomiting, and Jeanie sprinted for the street.
She made it about two steps before one of the other gang members grabbed her by the hair and threw her back against the wall.
The one holding Aelita finally gave up on making her drink, and proceeded to tear her shirt off. She screamed and slapped at him, but he just backhanded her, and she staggered back against the wall, next to Jeanie.
"Well, it seems the bitches want to play!" one of the gang said.
"Well, Gerald isn't up for it, that's for sure," one of the others said about the the one Jeanie kicked. The gang laughed at that.
"I'm going to kill that fuckin' cunt after I'm done with her!" 'Gerald' told his friends as he slowly got up.
Jeremie, still lying on the ground, could only watch in horror.
"Well now Gomer, what do we have here?"
The gang turned around at that statement.
"Why I don't know, Sanka. It looks like some quaint native custom or ritual to me."
There were two men standing at the entrance to the alley. They were both about the same height, and looked about the same as far as dress. Their faces were obscured by the shadows of the alley. The way they stood, though, said more about them than their looks.
"You have walked down the wrong alley this evening, Tourists," one of the gang, evidently the leader, shouted to the strangers, "why don't you leave and go see The Louvre, or something nice and safe like that." The others laughed again.
"I don't know," said the first man, 'Gomer,' "we're kind of into new and different experiences. All of that artsy-fartsy stuff just doesn't do it for us."
"Well, you know now, this don't look all that new and different to me," said the second man, 'Sanka,' "it looks to me like a bunch of dickless losers picking on some innocent kids trying to make themselves look like they're tough shit."
"We are tough shit, Tourist," the leader said again," we are The Apaches, and we are the toughest gang in the city! And now, your big mouths have earned you a lesson in why!"
With that, most of the gang began advancing towards the two men, pulling knives, chains and other weapons from their jackets. Two of the gang stayed behind to make sure Jeanie and Aelita didn't move. No one concerned themselves with Jeremie.
As the group advanced, Sanka cocked his head to the side and saw Jeanie.
"Holy shit! It's Miss Wilkerson!" With that both men sprang forward.
The fight didn't last very long.
Eight of the Apaches, as the called themselves, thought they had easy prey in the two men. The gang found out differently when the men jumped into the middle of them.
Two gang members went down hard, their knees broken. Others tried to slash at them with knives, only to have their arms broken for their trouble. The leader tried to pull a gun on the men, only to get his Adam's Apple crushed for his trouble. He died slowly, gurgling all the time. Sanka, the one who killed the leader, kicked his gun away to make sure no one else could use it.
In a matter of three minutes, the two men had crippled or killed all eight attackers. They then advanced on the two remaining thugs.
Seeing what just happened to their friends, the two grabbed the girls and pulled them in front of themselves as shields. They then pulled knives and put them to the girls' throats.
"You had better back away now, Tourists, or you will watch your girlfriend die!" Gerald, standing behind Jeanie shouted at the men.
By now the two men had drawn guns of their own, as if out of thin air. Both men stood, guns aimed at the thugs, ready to shoot.
"You've got two seconds to drop the knives, step away from the hostages, and get on the ground, motherfuckers, or we will drop you where you stand!"
"You will not shoot!" the one holding Aelita shouted, "you might hit this poor little girl!"
BANG!
The thug holding Aelita dropped like a rock. The knife he was holding to her throat nicked her slightly as he died, causing blood to flow down her neck.
"Two seconds, asshole! One!"
"Wait!"
Gerald dropped his knife and stepped away from Jeanie.
"Kneel!"
He complied.
"Cross your ankles together and place your hands on top of your head! Palms Up!"
He did.
Gomer slowly approached the group. He pulled Aelita, then Jeanie away from the last thug, never once taking his aim off of Gerald.
"Now, slowly! Lay down on the ground, and put you hands behind your back, palms up! MOVE!" came the command from Sanka.
Gerald did as he was told. Gomer then approached from behind, holstered his weapon, then knelt down on the thug, putting his knee in the thug's back. His hand flashed, producing a pair of handcuffs, which he put on Gerald.
"Prisoner's secure! Call for backup!"
Sanka, at the head of the alley, lowered his weapon and got out a cell phone.
In the meantime, Jeanie and Aelita had run over to where Jeremie was laying. Aelita picked him up and rested his head in her lap, all the while crying over what had just happened, and what almost happened.
Sanka spoke into his phone, "yes sir, this is Corporal Coffy, Embassy Guard Detail. We have a situation here. Two Marines are involved in an altercation with locals, with shots fired. We need an ambulance and local authorities here, ASAP. My location is..."