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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,508
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Discipline
Chapter 8
The school was quiet. It was almost time to go, and everyone was suffering through their last hour as best they could. Outside the English classroom, John Carrigan lurked, his face hard, his eyes dead. When Dawn had come home the night before, he’d been shocked to see the bruise on her cheek and the blood on her clothes. He demanded to know what happened, and she resignedly told him about her fight with the young punks. By the time she was done, the look on his face was terrible to behold. The last time she’d seen it had been when he killed the men who tried to rape her. Frightened, she begged him to calm down and think. He couldn’t just waltz in there and kill them all, not with the cops on his tail and a school full of witnesses. Also, she said, for all their malice and venom, they were just kids. They should be taught better, not destroyed without a chance. Finally, he had agreed that he would try not to hurt them. Nothing she said, however, could stop him coming to the school. So here he was.
The bell rang and the school erupted into noise and motion, as hundreds of teenagers raced out the doors to freedom. John marked the gang that had assaulted Dawn right away. They were treated with deference by the other kids, especially the big one and the little snake-like one. John grinned. These punks thought they were bad because they could bully a few scared high school kids and lift a few weights. He’d met types like that in Vietnam, and later on his various Black-Ops missions. They caved in like a rotten pumpkin when the shit really hit the fan. These kids would pose no threat.
He followed them as they slouched their way through the halls, stopping occasionally to speak to someone. They made no effort to leave, instead circling the school as the clamor gradually died down. Amazingly, they never noticed John. True, he had been trained to blend with a crowd, but when he was head and shoulders taller than everyone there and weighed more than any five of them put together, it was inconceivable that they not notice him. He shook his head. Amateurs.
Finally, when almost everyone was gone, they came to a stop surrounding the girl that Dawn had mentioned yesterday. She seemed to be waiting for them. She was shaking like a leaf, her eyes darting around as they closed in and began to make lewd comments and suggestions. At one point, she tried to leave, but the big one stepped in front of her while the good-looking one took something out of his backpack. It was a picture, of what John did not know, but one look at it and she stayed, making no effort to resist as they had their fun. John began to boil with rage. There was nothing on earth he hated more than a man who would take advantage of a woman, or force her to do what he wanted. In fact, he had sent a comrade home, crippled, from Vietnam because he caught him trying to rape a young girl.
As the punks broke out in laughter again, and one pinched the girl’s ass, John could stand no more. He strode forward.
“That’s enough.”
The punks jumped at the ringing sound of his voice, and then turned, arrogantly, to confront the newcomer. Their arrogance deflated quite a bit when they saw him. Even the big one, who must have been six four and three hundred pounds, could not match John for sheer size. They recovered quickly, however, and sneered at him.
“Enough of WHAT, fool?” said the leader. “You ain’t the boss of us. We can do what we fucking want.”
John smiled pleasantly, while his eyes went even colder.
“I’m afraid you’re mistaken. Miss, you can leave. I need to speak to these boys.”
For a fleeting second, the girl looked hopeful, then her eyes dulled and she looked down as the good looking punk held up his backpack.
“Uh-uh, honey, you ain’t going anywhere,” said the leader, smugly. “Wouldn’t want your high-class daddy to find out where you been, now would you?” They all chortled and slapped high fives. John stepped forward and knocked the blackmailer’s pack from his hand with a quick slap. He turned to face the girl.
“Go. I promise these assholes won’t do anything else to you.”
The leader was apoplectic.
“You cocksucker!” he yelled. “We ain’t taking that from you! We got CONNECTIONS, man, you can’t touch us! Yo, dudes, let’s take him!”
The skinny snake limbered up, dropping into a low stance, while the big one put up his fists, boxer style. John gave it one more try.
“You don’t want to do this, boys. Trust me. Just let her leave.”
For an answer, the little one lashed out with a very fast sidekick, aimed at John’s throat. He ducked below the kick and caught the kid’s foot, then twisted hard. Smiley hollered as his knee popped. John dropped the punk’s foot and laid him out on the floor with a brutal fist to the solar plexus. He didn’t hit as hard as he could, not wanting to kill the kid by puncturing organs with busted ribs, but it was still an amazingly ferocious blow. Smiley gasped and sobbed, holding his chest, fighting for breath. With a roar, the big one stepped in, swinging a ham sized fist at John’s middle. He sidestepped the blow, spinning, and smashed Davey behind the ear with the side of his hand. The punk went down like a load of bricks, out cold.
Jerod watched in disbelief as his enforcers were dispatched, effortlessly and gracefully. Snarling with rage, he whipped his knife out of his bag. Beside him, Jim reached into his bag and came out holding, amazingly, a stun baton. Jerod weaved and fainted with the knife, thinking that he had the upper hand now.
“Bet you wish you’d stayed out of it now, huh, motherfucker?”
He grinned and then lunged forward with the knife, going for a gut stab. John swept aside from the stab, encasing Jerod’s wrist in an iron grip. Using the kid’s momentum against him, he twisted the knife hand behind his back and slammed the punk face-first into the lockers. The impact rang throughout the deserted halls. John let go and Jerod slid slowly to the floor, insensate, leaving a trail of blood down the locker’s dented face.
Turning slowly, John faced the last one, who was holding his stun baton out in front of him, its surface crackling with electricity.
“Do you really have the guts to use that thing, you little shit?” asked John, glaring.
For an answer, Jim stepped forward and jabbed at John’s middle. John knocked his arm aside with a casual backhand, and finished it with a straight jab to the kid’s nose that laid him out cold on the floor.
Not even breathing hard, John bent and collected the various weapons, then opened Jim’s backpack and extracted the photos. They showed the girl that the punks had been tormenting passionately kissing another girl. Their school blouses were partially unbuttoned, and one girl’s skirt was pulled up, revealing white panties. Slowly, John looked up at the girl, who had stood, frozen, while he dispatched the punks.
He laid the pictures on the floor at her feet, then turned to the only punk still conscious, the little karate wannabe. Reaching down, he hauled him to his feet by his hair.
“Listen good, asshole,” he whispered softly into the kid’s ear. “You mess with this girl again, and I’ll put you in the hospital for a year. You mess with Miss Sherman again, and I swear to God I’ll kill you. You tell your boss there what I said when he wakes up. Understand?”
The little punk nodded slightly, fear etched into his face, and John dropped him back to the floor.
“Good. I’m glad we had this little chat.”
He turned back to the girl.
“Your name is Maria, right?” he said. She nodded, still looking scared. “Well, Maria, if these guys bug you again, if they threaten you, if they do anything to you at all that you don’t like, you tell Miss Sherman, ok? She’ll let me know, and I’ll take care of it.” She nodded slowly, still shocked, the pictures lying scattered at her feet. He pointed at them. “I’d get rid of those if I were you. If they show up with more copies, tell me, and I’ll beat the negatives out of them.” She nodded again and bent to pick up the pictures, her face red.
John turned on his heel and strode out of the school, smiling. All in all, it had been a good day.
END
The school was quiet. It was almost time to go, and everyone was suffering through their last hour as best they could. Outside the English classroom, John Carrigan lurked, his face hard, his eyes dead. When Dawn had come home the night before, he’d been shocked to see the bruise on her cheek and the blood on her clothes. He demanded to know what happened, and she resignedly told him about her fight with the young punks. By the time she was done, the look on his face was terrible to behold. The last time she’d seen it had been when he killed the men who tried to rape her. Frightened, she begged him to calm down and think. He couldn’t just waltz in there and kill them all, not with the cops on his tail and a school full of witnesses. Also, she said, for all their malice and venom, they were just kids. They should be taught better, not destroyed without a chance. Finally, he had agreed that he would try not to hurt them. Nothing she said, however, could stop him coming to the school. So here he was.
The bell rang and the school erupted into noise and motion, as hundreds of teenagers raced out the doors to freedom. John marked the gang that had assaulted Dawn right away. They were treated with deference by the other kids, especially the big one and the little snake-like one. John grinned. These punks thought they were bad because they could bully a few scared high school kids and lift a few weights. He’d met types like that in Vietnam, and later on his various Black-Ops missions. They caved in like a rotten pumpkin when the shit really hit the fan. These kids would pose no threat.
He followed them as they slouched their way through the halls, stopping occasionally to speak to someone. They made no effort to leave, instead circling the school as the clamor gradually died down. Amazingly, they never noticed John. True, he had been trained to blend with a crowd, but when he was head and shoulders taller than everyone there and weighed more than any five of them put together, it was inconceivable that they not notice him. He shook his head. Amateurs.
Finally, when almost everyone was gone, they came to a stop surrounding the girl that Dawn had mentioned yesterday. She seemed to be waiting for them. She was shaking like a leaf, her eyes darting around as they closed in and began to make lewd comments and suggestions. At one point, she tried to leave, but the big one stepped in front of her while the good-looking one took something out of his backpack. It was a picture, of what John did not know, but one look at it and she stayed, making no effort to resist as they had their fun. John began to boil with rage. There was nothing on earth he hated more than a man who would take advantage of a woman, or force her to do what he wanted. In fact, he had sent a comrade home, crippled, from Vietnam because he caught him trying to rape a young girl.
As the punks broke out in laughter again, and one pinched the girl’s ass, John could stand no more. He strode forward.
“That’s enough.”
The punks jumped at the ringing sound of his voice, and then turned, arrogantly, to confront the newcomer. Their arrogance deflated quite a bit when they saw him. Even the big one, who must have been six four and three hundred pounds, could not match John for sheer size. They recovered quickly, however, and sneered at him.
“Enough of WHAT, fool?” said the leader. “You ain’t the boss of us. We can do what we fucking want.”
John smiled pleasantly, while his eyes went even colder.
“I’m afraid you’re mistaken. Miss, you can leave. I need to speak to these boys.”
For a fleeting second, the girl looked hopeful, then her eyes dulled and she looked down as the good looking punk held up his backpack.
“Uh-uh, honey, you ain’t going anywhere,” said the leader, smugly. “Wouldn’t want your high-class daddy to find out where you been, now would you?” They all chortled and slapped high fives. John stepped forward and knocked the blackmailer’s pack from his hand with a quick slap. He turned to face the girl.
“Go. I promise these assholes won’t do anything else to you.”
The leader was apoplectic.
“You cocksucker!” he yelled. “We ain’t taking that from you! We got CONNECTIONS, man, you can’t touch us! Yo, dudes, let’s take him!”
The skinny snake limbered up, dropping into a low stance, while the big one put up his fists, boxer style. John gave it one more try.
“You don’t want to do this, boys. Trust me. Just let her leave.”
For an answer, the little one lashed out with a very fast sidekick, aimed at John’s throat. He ducked below the kick and caught the kid’s foot, then twisted hard. Smiley hollered as his knee popped. John dropped the punk’s foot and laid him out on the floor with a brutal fist to the solar plexus. He didn’t hit as hard as he could, not wanting to kill the kid by puncturing organs with busted ribs, but it was still an amazingly ferocious blow. Smiley gasped and sobbed, holding his chest, fighting for breath. With a roar, the big one stepped in, swinging a ham sized fist at John’s middle. He sidestepped the blow, spinning, and smashed Davey behind the ear with the side of his hand. The punk went down like a load of bricks, out cold.
Jerod watched in disbelief as his enforcers were dispatched, effortlessly and gracefully. Snarling with rage, he whipped his knife out of his bag. Beside him, Jim reached into his bag and came out holding, amazingly, a stun baton. Jerod weaved and fainted with the knife, thinking that he had the upper hand now.
“Bet you wish you’d stayed out of it now, huh, motherfucker?”
He grinned and then lunged forward with the knife, going for a gut stab. John swept aside from the stab, encasing Jerod’s wrist in an iron grip. Using the kid’s momentum against him, he twisted the knife hand behind his back and slammed the punk face-first into the lockers. The impact rang throughout the deserted halls. John let go and Jerod slid slowly to the floor, insensate, leaving a trail of blood down the locker’s dented face.
Turning slowly, John faced the last one, who was holding his stun baton out in front of him, its surface crackling with electricity.
“Do you really have the guts to use that thing, you little shit?” asked John, glaring.
For an answer, Jim stepped forward and jabbed at John’s middle. John knocked his arm aside with a casual backhand, and finished it with a straight jab to the kid’s nose that laid him out cold on the floor.
Not even breathing hard, John bent and collected the various weapons, then opened Jim’s backpack and extracted the photos. They showed the girl that the punks had been tormenting passionately kissing another girl. Their school blouses were partially unbuttoned, and one girl’s skirt was pulled up, revealing white panties. Slowly, John looked up at the girl, who had stood, frozen, while he dispatched the punks.
He laid the pictures on the floor at her feet, then turned to the only punk still conscious, the little karate wannabe. Reaching down, he hauled him to his feet by his hair.
“Listen good, asshole,” he whispered softly into the kid’s ear. “You mess with this girl again, and I’ll put you in the hospital for a year. You mess with Miss Sherman again, and I swear to God I’ll kill you. You tell your boss there what I said when he wakes up. Understand?”
The little punk nodded slightly, fear etched into his face, and John dropped him back to the floor.
“Good. I’m glad we had this little chat.”
He turned back to the girl.
“Your name is Maria, right?” he said. She nodded, still looking scared. “Well, Maria, if these guys bug you again, if they threaten you, if they do anything to you at all that you don’t like, you tell Miss Sherman, ok? She’ll let me know, and I’ll take care of it.” She nodded slowly, still shocked, the pictures lying scattered at her feet. He pointed at them. “I’d get rid of those if I were you. If they show up with more copies, tell me, and I’ll beat the negatives out of them.” She nodded again and bent to pick up the pictures, her face red.
John turned on his heel and strode out of the school, smiling. All in all, it had been a good day.
END
A/N: There you have it, one more update. This one is somewhat better, I hope. I promise I’ll do my best to put sex in the next chapter. Till then, read and review! (P.S.: Did you watch the Incredibles yet? ;)