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We'll now see what happens with poor Britta following her unceremonious and forced exit from her former mistress's home. Along with our first appearance of Samantha LaRusso.
And now on with the show.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Riverdale" or "Cobra Kai".
Setting: Riverdale
Location: Thornhill Forest
Britta currently found herself wandering through the forest. Attempting to locate the pathway that led to the road alongside it.
She was currently drenched and chilled to the bone. Curtesy of the heavy sheets of rainwater that continued to fall due to the torrential downpour. Lightning still flashing within the pitch black skies and the peels of thunder booming harshly around her.
As she traversed the forest she continued to sob. Mourning what appeared to be the definitive conclusion of the best friendships she'd ever had. Continuing to curse her hormones and harshly scolding herself for not thinking with her big head instead of her, well, she couldn't exactly say little head since she obviously didn't have that. But she continuously and harshly scolded herself for shattering her wonderful relationship she'd enjoyed with the 2 benevolent witches and former Serpent.
All of a sudden Britta heard riotous laughter while simultaneously smelling marijuana in the air. Eventually she managed to ascertain the forms of 6 young men. Appearing to be within the 19-21 age range. All of them wearing thick raincoats but with their heads uncovered. Each one with a joint in his hand. The resulting smoke from their joints generating a haze in the air.
Britta paid them no mind however as she walked passed them. Though regretfully and upon noticing her they did not allow her the same courtesy.
"Hey pretty girl. Where ya headed in this typhoon?" one of them questioned her with a wicked grin. Gesturing towards the shower around them.
"You lost or something?" another one of them questioned while leering at her. The other 4 laughing boisterously at their friends antics.
Sensing danger, the young woman quickened her pace as she attempted to hurry past them.
The group however was unwilling to permit her to escape them. And in response they moved towards her, slowly and menacingly yet quick enough to overtake her. Surrounding her in a circular position. Two men in front, 2 behind her, and 2 on either side. Entrapping her.
"What's the hurry? There's no reason a hot slice such as yourself should be all by yourself and especially in this weather. Why don't you return with us and we can keep you all nice and cozy?" a third young man proposed though his suggestive tone and lecherous expression made clear that his motives were anything but benevolent. His buddies reinforcing that with wolf whistles and cat calls while lewdly wiggling their pelvises towards Britta's direction. Lust and hunger written upon their faces.
Britta was frightened now. Her heart rate increasing rapidly.
"Pl..ple..please you guys. I don't want any trouble. Just let me through," she implored them. Her lower lip beginning to tremble while feeling significantly greater fear than when facing her former mistress earlier.
In response they tsk-tsk in disapproval.
"Come on now. Is that any way to respond to someone trying to be a Good Samaritan?" the aforementioned man questioned her with a frown. Highly displeased. He then turned towards his mates. "You know what fellas? How about we teach this ungrateful lass to be more congenial? And especially when all a fella is tryin to do is to be nice?" he suggested to which they howled and cheered in agreement. After which they began to stalk even closer towards Britta. Like feral beasts hunting their prey. All of them now sporting evil looking cheshire grins upon their faces.
In response Britta immediately ran forwards in a desperate attempt to charge through them. It was to no avail however as one of the men in front stepped in her way and aggressively shoved her back towards the center.
"Ah, ah, ah. You ain't escaping that easily," he coldly said to her while lifting one of his fingers to the front of his face and shifting it left and right.
Feeling extremely desperate at this point and beginning to sweat, Britta then did the only thing she could think of. Lifting her left knee she jabbed it into his shin as hard as she could. Resulting in him bending forwards and clutching his leg as he howled in pain. Afterwards she immediately raced forwards and away from him and his friends. Running as fast as she could. Adrenaline coursing throughout her body.
She continued to run, far more determined than ever to locate the road alongside the forest. Very soon however she finally managed to see it in front of her and she ran towards it. Her legs moving with determination. Her fear from earlier beginning to fade while being replaced with relief.
"Come on Britta you can make it," she inwardly encouraged herself as she got closer and closer to it. "Almost there. Almost there. Almost th…"
She suddenly shrieked as a pair of rough hands seized ahold of her waist and lifted her upwards. Her assailants having caught up with her followed by the man she struck, having since recovered, grabbing ahold of her. Her legs kicking up into the air as he carried her backwards and further away from the road in front of them. Before long he had her positioned in front of a tree. Slamming her back against it hard. Before producing a switchblade which he held against her throat.
"Now you've really pissed us off! We were gonna be gentle with you but I suppose you're one of those who prefer it rough. But don't worry. We'd be delighted to accommodate you," he hissed at her. His eyes blazing with fury as he reached his hand forwards and groped her clothed breasts. Followed by him moving it downwards and ripping open the front of Britta's nightgown where her pelvis was. After which he tore her panties asunder. Providing him with access to her.
"Now how about you relax and lean back as we utilize your pussy. Followed by your other 2 holes," he cruelly suggested to her while her eyes were widened in sheer terror. "And I promise it'll all be over before you know it. Or maybe not. Depends upon how horny we'll find ourselves right lads?"
Cheering in agreement with him, the other 5 men followed his lead as they began unzipping their pants while preparing to remove their belts.
Britta meanwhile began panicking. Her face ashen and crying profusely. Heavy tears streaming down her face as she continuously shook her head. Silently mouthing the word no over and over again. Hoping to be liberated from this horrifying and currently unfolding nightmare.
"Release that young woman immediately!" an authoritative female voice was suddenly heard from behind them. Resulting in the young men accosting their would be victim to cease their movements and turn towards whoever addressed them. Simultaneously curious and beyond annoyed.
Squinting their eyes to figure out who it was, Britta's assailants were able to discern the figure as definitely being a female. Mid to late 30s but closer to mid. Wearing a white raincoat but with her head uncovered. Said coat billowing in the wind which blew around everyone.
A sudden flash of lightning briefly yet further illuminated her features. Features consisting of a roundish head, stringy brown hair, shoulder length, and an athletic looking body.
"How about you back off lady?! Or better yet get your butt over here so we can all enjoy some fun?" the young man holding the switchblade snapped back. Then suggested with an evil smirk. "After all, we all know everything's better in twos."
The mysterious woman chuckled.
"Sorry. I'd prefer not to sully myself with thuggish behaving coxcombs such as yourselves," she replied with an amused voice towards his offer. Though her words were entirely serious. Her tone then hardened once more. "And now I ask you again to let the young lady go at once. I won't ask you again," she added severely and repeated herself. Warning them.
The aforementioned thugs laughed derisively.
"And if we don't?" another one of them loudly countered.
The woman shrugged.
"How about you come over and find out?" she suggested. Her eyebrows raised in challenge.
Nodding to the challenge, the man she'd just spoken to responded by charging towards her. Clumsily swinging his arms and fists.
She in turn casually ducked and dodged his moves before launching her leg upwards and spinning it in a roundhouse kick struck it against the side of his face. A move known as a flying tornado and which was taught to her by one of her previous senseis. A man who'd been an enemy of her father when the former 2 were teens, then a rival eventually turned frenemy years later when they'd reunited as older men and had later become karate senseis in their own right, and finally a good friend once they'd completely buried the hatchet over their previous sins towards each other. Both as young men in their teens and later as middle aged men.
The thug clutched his face in pain and shock though the woman did not allow him to recover. Instead she next lifted her knee before spinning her pertaining leg against his side. Followed up by a back fist against the other side of his face. She next charged him and wrapping her arms around him lifted him then body slammed him to the ground.
That combo of moves having been taught to her by another former enemy of her father's when the latter 2 were also teens. A man who'd been especially ferocious and extremely cruel to her father before they'd also made peace over the past following their own reunion as full grown men. After one or two bumps during their initial reunion. And then later becoming co senseis alongside the first aforementioned sensei of hers.
The other young men observed the fight with increasingly prominent scowls. And following her quick defeat of their buddy, who frankly wasn't much of a fighter, if at all, 4 of them rushed towards her and began striking at her with some fancy kick boxing moves, open handed strikes, upper cuts, and flying kicks. These guys actually being decent fighters due to having trained at a martial arts school outside of the town. And also each of them having managed to achieve a black belt level.
As good as they were, they were no match for their opponent who, after breathing in when they charged her, met their moves. First she conducted rapid strikes to their pelvises using her fists. Next she grabbed their legs midair and sent them stumbling to the ground. After which she grabbed their arms and lifted said arms upwards before striking their sides. Then she grabbed and twisted them around each other so that they accidentally struck each other at different moments before she conducted a follow up strike on those who fell victim to said friendly fire. She also placed an opposite hand upon their striking arms and pushed their pertaining arms away before launching a back hand strike onto the sides of their faces. Afterwards she launched a brutal kick against their sternums and then sent a kick from behind against their backs before slamming a knee upwards and against their faces. Finally she grabbed one of their arms and flipped them onto the ground.
One of the thugs however refused to concede defeat. Instead propelling himself back to his feet and fighting more ferociously.
The woman however, having had enough and since he was clearly insisting on war, grabbed one of his fists and lifting its pertaining arm upwards, slammed the back of her hand against his upper arm from underneath it. Rendering it numb and resulting it loosely dropping downwards. Then she sent a particularly intense kick against one of his legs. Also rendering it numb and causing him to drop to its pertaining knee. She also added a sharp karate chop to his back and rendered it numb as well.
His body almost frozen, he looked up at her with fear in his eyes as she walked around to his side and grasping the back of his neck lifted her other hand upwards before bringing it downwards in a sideways motion and towards his throat. A karate chop that could potentially prove lethal. But she stopped short of making contact however and instead honked his nose. An amused expression upon her face. Then dropped him onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Those particular moves were known as pressure points and were also named after the ancestors of her father's currently deceased sensei. A tough yet kindhearted and wise man who'd originated from the island nation of Okinawa. Adjacent to Japan. And had been like a grandfather to her.
Said moves, along with the preceding combo she utilized against her opponents, had been taught to her by another sensei from Okinawa. And like the first mentioned sensei, a former enemy of her father's when they were teens. And an extremely intense one. But then following their own reunion as older men he'd become one of her father's closest and most loyal friends. Having found redemption in his youth for his crimes against her father and in turn regaining his honor. With assistance and guidance from his late uncle. Later on becoming the guardian of all the karate secrets taught by his uncle and her grandfather figure's ancestors.
He also served alongside her father and his other aforementioned 2 friends as co senseis. And she'd learned a tremendous fountain of moves from those 4 men along with a female sensei who'd been trained by the same sensei who'd trained her father.
Returning to the present, she returned her attention to the young man still holding Britta against the tree. His expression outraged while Britta gazed at the older woman in awe.
"Now how about you gather your friends and scurry away like the cowards you are? Or am I gonna have to teach you a lesson as well?" she questioned him matter of fact.
Still furious, the man wisely decided it would be best to cut his losses since this unknown woman was clearly a force to be reckoned with. Therefore he relinquished his hold upon Britta and tucked his switchblade again. Then after assisting his friends in returning to their feet they all made their exit. The other guys groaning and limping in pain.
Once they'd left, the woman then turned her attention completely towards Britta. The rain from above still pouring down hard and not having abated since before the earlier fight had commenced.
"Th…a…anks. Thanks for rescuing me Miss, um…" Britta stuttered a bit before finally managing to form her words. Sniffling while feeling overwhelmed yet tremendously relieved. Though she trailed off in the end due to not knowing her rescuer's name.
The woman smiled warmly in response.
"Samantha. Samantha LaRusso," she answered the teen. "And your name?" Samantha then questioned the latter.
"It's, um, it's Britta. Britta Beach. And thanks again for rescuing me Miss LaRusso," the young woman responded then answered her. "If you hadn't arrived when you had those guys might've…" she added then trailed off before breaking down into tears.
Samantha, also known to her closest friends and loved ones as Sam, raised her eyebrows in interest upon hearing Britta's name. Before her face transitioned into an expression of compassion. Her heart reaching out to the younger female over what the latter had gone through and for almost having been forced to endure one of the most horrific scenarios anyone could've imagined.
"It's alright Britta and you're most welcome. And you don't have to be afraid anymore since those guys are gone. You're safe now," Sam acknowledged and then softly assured her. "That being said, you really shouldn't be out in this current weather and especially someone as young as yourself. How would you like to come with me and I can assist you in getting yourself dried and warmed up?" she then pointed out while gesturing towards the rain and lightning around them. Before offering her that option.
Britta in response considered the offer. Weighing her options yet feeling somewhat wary. While grateful Sam had been there to rescue her, the other woman was nonetheless a stranger to her and therefore she was nervous about accepting her invitation.
"Um. I'm not sure Miss LaRusso," she answered nervously. Knowing it was wise to exercise caution just in case.
Sam on her part sensed Britta's hesitancy. Understanding it while feeling proud of her for said caution.
"I promise I won't harm you alright? You don't have to be afraid and anytime you feel uncomfortable you're free to leave and go wherever you wish. But please allow me to get you out of this thunderstorm first. Frankly but neither of us should be present in it," she once more worked to assure the teen and promised before repeating her offer.
Finally and after a little more gentle coaxing, Britta finally felt comfortable enough to accept. Knowing she could use some shelter and especially from the storm. And deciding to trust the woman who'd come to her aid. Afterwards she stepped forwards and made her way towards Sam. Once she was in front of the latter, Sam immediately removed her raincoat and wrapped it around Britta's body. To shield her from the rain and simultaneously restore her dignity due to her nightgown having been torn in front and her panties missing.
"Wait Miss LaRusso. You don't have to give me your coat. Don't you need it for the rain?" she protested. Not wanting her rescuer to be unprotected from the weather.
"Don't you worry about that young lady. You need it more than I do. Now please don't argue with me and let's get into my car and I'll drive us away from here alright?" Sam countered with a smile. Waving away her concerns then suggesting.
Britta nodded in response. And having settled that the 2 women made their way towards Sam's yellow vehicle parked on the side of the road Britta had been scurrying towards when fleeing her would be abusers. The yellow color a tribute to the car her father had first received and from his beloved aforementioned mentor.
As Sam opened the passenger door for Britta followed by the latter sliding inside, she turned and noticed another feminine figure standing in the distance and observing them. A figure with a black jumpsuit and red hair.
The 2 women stared at each other for a moment before Sam nodded her head to her followed by the redhead nodding her own head in acknowledgement. And also approval. After which there was another flash of lightning before the latter vanished into thin air.
Afterwards Sam closed the passenger door behind Britta then rounded her vehicle and slid herself into the driver's side before starting the engine. Followed by the 2 women driving off onto the night.
To Be Continued
A/N What did you guys think?
For those here who haven't watched or know anything about the Myagiverse "The Karate Kid"/"Cobra Kai", the first sensei of Sam's that I'd mentioned is named Johnny Lawrence. The second sensei's name is Mike Barnes. And while he's currently not her teenaged version's sensei in canon, I can see him as potentially becoming one for her in the future. The third mentioned sensei from Okinawa is named Chozen. The female sensei is known as Julie Pearce from the fourth movie. Though she hasn't appeared in "Cobra Kai" yet. And Sam's father is Daniel LaRusso. The first karate kid and the chief protagonist and champion from the movies.
The background info provided for them, outside of Barnes and Julie being Sam's senseis, is canon.
The moves I had Sam utilize against her opponents here are based upon a scene in which the older and redeemed Chozen took down 4 or so other senseis who worked for the villainous Terry Silver. The third movie's bad guy and who I personally see as the franchise's Thanos (Marvel Cinematic Universe baddie for those unaware. During its first 3 phases).
If anyone's interested in seeing that epic, in my opinion, scene with Chozen please let me know and I'll send you the link.
This chapter was originally intended to be longer but I stopped here since I wanted something to post today. And to me but it's already long enough.
Until next time have a great day.