La Luna - Catfight
La Luna felt a shudder pass through her body as her fist slammed hard against the heavy bag. She had taken up boxing after her granny had died as a way to fight the depression, anger and pain that swirled around inside her, and had found that she liked the physical exertion and the feeling of power it gave her.
Today she was working out on the bag that David had set up for her in their flat and the thick carpet absorbed the sound of her heavy calf-length boots as she danced around and around the bag lashing out hard and slamming her fists, clad in leather half finger gloves, hard into it.
Besides the boots and gloves she wore only some silk, French style panties and her hard lean body was covered with sweat. Faint yellowish marks told of the occasional bruises from her training sessions at the gym, but none were new and she was proud of that.
She punished the bag for anther hour before she started the bath running and gathered her essentials for the night ahead. She put some bath salts in the water and then placed her razor and depilatory cream within easy reach of the tub. She detested body hair of any kind, and thought it not only looked gross but offensive and dirty. Next she laid out her clothes on the bed, buckle gloves, pvc lace sided pants, a silk see-through top and a gothic bone corset in black and red (she'd ask Alice downstairs to lace her up again). She liked to look good no matter the occasion and even though the people she was to meet tonight would have little reason to be admiring her clothes she had decided to dress with style and practicality. Finally she laid out her heavy leather overcoat.
While she lay in the bath she let her mind run over the events of the day. There was a new Asian gang in town and this morning they had come to her work demanding protection money. She had been in the back room when they arrived but had heard the noise and came running. She was in time to see a new dress design being slashed by an extremely ugly Asian youth and his twisted, toothy grin had soon disappeared as well as his front teeth when she reached him. More knives came out and were waved around but two more of the boys and one girl had lost teeth and they had left threatening, in broken English, to come back and teach them all a lesson. Tonight she planned to take that same threat to them.
David was working late tonight, which was good as he would have been worried and tried to stop her. She loved David, and she knew granny would have been worried too, but sometimes choices made themselves. The business was small and made little profit, these thugs would drive it into bankruptcy. She wasn't going to let that happen.
She slipped out of the bath and dried herself off on the big soft towel, well David's big, soft towel really, but he wouldn't mind, she thought with a grin. Then walked naked to the bedroom and began to dress. Black panties, followed by the skin tight pvc pants that showed the white of her thighs through the black lace sides, no bra, she neither liked them nor need one, and then the black lace top that clearly showed her firm, upturned naked breasts beneath it, the black suede leather buckle gloves next, then she sat on the side of her bed while she slipped her heavy flat soled boots onto her feet again and laced them all the way. Next she blackened her lips with a dark purple/black lipstick and used black makeup and eyeshadow that had the effect of sinking her eyes deep into her pale face, and finally she walked down the stairs to ask Alice to lace her corset for her.
When Alice had finished she borrowed her full length mirror to look at the results. She had never thought of herself as beautiful, but she thought that tonight she looked hot. Hot and dangerous.
She headed quickly back to her flat and changed the rings in her eyebrows and ears for studs, she didn't want anything getting hooked and torn out. She considered taking granny's ring off in case it got damaged, but in the end she decided to wear it. She had never taken it off since granny had died and the thought of going into battle without a little part of granny with her was just too much.
Then she slipped her arms into the heavy overcoat, turned up the collar and walked out into the night.
With the full moon behind her framing her in its soft light and her dark, shoulder length hair flairing out in the gentle breeze she got plenty of notice from the late night people on the streets. Wolf whistles from passing cars and some very unsubtle suggestions from the street people already starting to crawl into their holes for the night.
She gave each the finger as a matter of course, but felt proud to be noticed.
She knew the area well and as she neared the street where the street gang had occupied a large deserted building she noticed that the street people had almost all been scared away. Now only the most desperate remained to suffer constant robberies and beatings.
Soon she rounded a corner and could see a young thug sitting on the steps, cleaning his fingernails with the point of a knife. As she moved closer he stared open-mouthed at her breasts. She strolledcloser and bent towards him, giving him a better look and he didn't take his eyes away for a second. In fact, he was still staring when her right fist slammed hard into his head, bouncing it off the bricks behind him and leaving him slumped unconscious.
She walked past him and entered through a heavy wooden double door into a long, empty hallway. No one seemed to be moving and only a few small sounds came from the room at the end of the hall, so she quietly made her way there. Keeping to the shadows as much as possible and making as little noise as her heavy boots would allow.
When she was only a few feet from the door it opened and someone backed out. La Luna froze and became part of the shadows. She waited until the door was closed again and moved quickly towards the person. When he turned she immediately recognised him as one of the thugs who had come to the store earlier, and when he opened his mouth to shout she saw the bloody holes that earlier had held teeth. She slammed her fist hard into his solar plexus, winding him, and followed with a massive uppercut that connected to the point of his jaw just as he was doubling up, his hands holding his stomach. He collapsed without making a sound.
She quietly opened the door again and her gaze fell on unconscious bodies scattered around the room. A large table covered with packets and lines of powder said cocaine, but she spotted a few pieces of looped rubber lying discarded on the floor and they seemed to say tourniquets, so perhaps heroin was involved too?
Suddenly and unexpectedly a quiet voice spoke quietly from the shadows. It was a twisted, nasty voice and La Luna instinctively hated the person it belonged to. You would be the bitch who interfered with my messengers this morning, it said, I'm glad you came because I'm going to kill you and leave your body as a warning to anyone else stupid enough to interfere with us in the future.
La Luna's eyes snapped to the location of the voice and she could see
in the dimness a short, Asian girl, and as she watched she stood slowly and easily and moved quickly across the room toward her, avoiding her unconscious friends with ease. She might have been pretty, La Luna thought, had not acne ravaged her face years ago leaving it heavily scarred, but her body was small and compact, the way she moved spoke of strength, possibly trained in martial arts.
La Luna dropped into an easy defensive pose, lowering her body and guarding her face and waited for the girl to reach her. She had not been expecting a girl as the gang leader, but it was all the same to her. This operation had to be stopped and stopped fast.
The girl moved as fast as a snake over the last few feet and suddenly she was blocking a flurry of kicks aimed at her head. She noticed immediately that the girl was not wearing panties and that the hair covered area had obviously not been washed since the last time it was used, the smell was unmistakable. It made her want to vomit.
She had been unable to reply to the first volley of blows as the girl's reach with her legs was longer than her arm reach, so as the girl moved in to attack again, so did she and she landed two heavy blows on the girl's face. She screamed in anger and paused for a few seconds considering her method of attack, and then attacked again, her legs moving like lightning, this time attacking low, aiming at La Luna's undefended legs.
La Luna staggered as a kick took her hard in the thigh, she was unused to low blows and untrained for them, but her mind was as quick as her fists and when the next kick came in, targeting her left knee she was ready and she slammed her right fist, the one with granny's ring, as hard as she could into the kneecap. It didn't break, but she knew damn well that it hurt as the girl immediately broke off the attack and backed off limping.
Her own leg still numb from that first kick, La Luna followed up the attack and landed blow after blow on the girl's face, only a few of her hits were being blocked and she was causing severe damage, blood was running freely from the girl's nose and her lip had been split and was bleeding too.
At first she didn't realise that the girl had drawn a knife until she saw it in her hand, and then a few seconds later she felt blood running from her cut cheek, and suddenly her vision blurred as her rage took over. She slammed her fist time after time into the girl's mouth and felt teeth loosen and saw her eye visibly swelling and then, with a final uppercut she laid her flat on the floor, unconscious.
As the girl lay on her face unconscious, her dress around her waist exposing her nakedness, La Luna took her cell phone from her overcoat and calmly called the police and reported a large amount of drugs and armed people in the house, and then she turned to leave, her leg
stiffening and making her limp, she would have a large bruise there in the morning.
Outside the door the thug she had dealt with earlier was waking up and seeing her he drew a knife and threatening to kill her stabbed at her legs. She stamped hard on his hand with her heavy boot and was satisfied with the sound of breaking bones and a scream of agony. She let him scream for a while and then kicked him under the chin, sending him back into darkness before the police arrived.
She pulled her overcoat tight around her and buttoned it up and limped down the street a little before finding a place in the shadows where she could watch as the police arrived. She felt her cheek and the blood had stopped running, but it would need stitches, and then suddenly she smiled, this was the perfect opportunity for David to buy her the raven's wing tattoo that she had been longing for. It would cover the side of her face and the fathers would curl, beautifully following the lines of her cheek and eye.It would make up for him not being there to protect her, she giggled quietly to herself and then watched as the sirens finally arrived at the house and police swarmed inside.
