[In view of the events of the past few days, I’ve decided I need to let this piece of the story see the light of day. This is from NaNoWriMo 2013. I’m not ready to complete the story, but, felt it appropriate to share this scene. As a warning, it is violent.]
There wasn’t a library in the town. It was small, with one small grocery store, one gas station with an attached repair shop, one restaurant, and one church. Jessica and Frank thought it best to stay together as they explored the houses, looking for anything they could use.
Finding a razor for Frank, hair brushes for the girls, and toothbrushes and toothpaste for everyone was simple. They found those in each house they explored. They gathered up all of them, stuffing them in some cloth bags they found in the grocery store.
They found a few books and magazines in the grocery. One of the books was “Basic Woodworking”. They looked through it quickly. It had instructions for how to make things like bookcases, tables, and backyard storage sheds. All the instructions used power tools, but Frank declared that wasn’t a problem. They found a couple of saws, a hammer, some chisels, screwdrivers, and nails in a couple of the houses. When they’d gathered what they could, they headed out-of-town.
Just in time to see a three men come in. Right in front of them.
Frank grabbed Jessica’s hand, “Run!”
They did. But it was no use. The three men rapidly caught up to them. One grabbed Jessica’s arm, yanking her to a stop. Frank turned, and charged at that man. The other two men attacked Frank, striking him in the face, and chest. They quickly overwhelmed him.
Jessica didn’t know if Frank was alive or dead. At the least, she knew he was hurt. She felt fire ignite in her soul. She felt it raced through her blood. She dropped the bag she was carrying, turned, screamed, and struck at the face of the man holding her. She kept her fingernails extended. They tore into his skin, leaving long tracks as they ran down his cheek.
She screamed again, and kicked him, with everything she had, right in his male parts. He lifted off the ground, bellowed in pain, his hands letting go of Jessica’s arm as he reached for his injured crotch and doubled over, howling in pain.
The other two men circled her. “Oh. We got us a tough filly here, don’t we?”
“Yessir. We got a tough bitch here.” They separated, one on each side of her, knowing there was no way she could fight both of them. They were ready for her now. Not like the man she’d taken down. He hadn’t expected her to fight. The two men circling her were ready. There was no surprising them.
Jessica bared her teeth in a nasty snarl, so resembling of a wolf’s snarl, the men hesitated. Making a low growl, she turned from one to the other, waiting. Quickly, eagles filled the sky, circling. They waited. They did not intervene. They waited. They knew. She was finding her fire. Her strength. Her soul.
She was remembering who she truly was.
With no sound at all, she leaped toward the man to her left. He countered by leaping at her, his arms drawn back, beginning to swing. The other man started toward the two of them.
Jessica hurled herself toward the man, easily ducking past his wildly swinging arms, extending her fingers like wolf claws, and raking them across the mans neck, drawing blood. Lots of blood. Her nails torn, her own fingers bleeding, she ignored the wounded man, and turned toward the third member of the group.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her off the ground as he kept running. They collided with the side of a house. Jessica felt her shoulder separate. She felt her ribs crack. The man bounced off her, dropping her to the ground.
The pain fueled her fire. She kicked with her legs, her feet connecting with one of his knees. She heard the sounds of tearing tendons and ligaments. She heard him howl in pain, and watched him fall to the ground, his hands clasping his knee.
Jessica struggled to her feet. She went back to the bag, and found a hammer. She turned back toward the men.
The three men fled. Staggering. One holding his neck, trying to keep his blood inside his body. She’d torn the veins on the side of his neck with her fingernails. The one with the destroyed knee hopped along, desperately trying to flee. The third tried to walk, but was still doubled over from the torture between his legs.
Jessica hunted them down. She swung the hammer, like a sword. She struck the head of the man with the broken knee, right behind his left ear. The hammer sunk in, with a sickening cracking noise. The man fell, his body twitching.
She caught the man with the wounded crotch next. Planting the hammer in his left eye, like she was hitting a baseball with a bat. He pitched over backward, limply falling to the ground, not moving.
She swung the clawed end of the hammer at the neck of the third man. The claws sank into his neck, and she yanked, as hard as she could, using all her body weight. The hammer tore loose, and the man’s blood gushed out. He collapsed to the ground, his hands clasping his destroyed neck, his life blood spurting out, spreading rapidly around him.
She returned to the first two men, and made certain they were dead. She watched the third stop moving as his blood stopped flowing.
The eagles in the sky circled the scene. As they did, they screamed, declaring to the world, she was remembering who she was. She was finding her heart, and soul.