He grabbed my hair and pulled. I shouted “ Not the hair you Filthy Sasquatch “ ( Okaaayyy, I am seriously not sure if that’s even a insulting word, but it felt good to say it anyway ).
I used a special self-defence technique to free myself and then kicked his shin and missed.
He slashed the chain at my thigh, then at my arms, back and chest, I wailed and screamed and dropped on the ground, covering my head. He kept slashing, and spit face and the other three men watched in amusement. He pushed me into the ground and tried to climb over me. He pushed my hands to the ground, making me unable to move. A scared scream erupted from my mouth. For a second I was frozen when the other two men ran hand through my body, disgusted and scared staring was all I could do. I was numb in fear until I heard a nerve rattling scream.
Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Oli on the ground. But the real horror was that the other two men biting her with iron rods.
Adrenaline surged through my body, I jerked my head forward and headbutted that filthy bear-man. He released me and cluched his head. Other two were also taken by surprize. I curled my body and sprang to my favourite fighting position, a cross between karate and Muay Thai’s fighting stunt. I took the brief moment of surprise and kicked Bear man’s shoulder with my heel. I had already had decided that these men deserve no mercy, and nor had I time to take them down individually in normal Self defence techniques. I have to use my deadliest strike in most fatal points with 100% accuracy or I die.
I reached in my pocket and took out my weapon, Kubotan, the smallest stick used in martial arts. A 2cm wide, 14 cm long cylinder curved out of wood. One end of it flat, the other end sharpened, yet not so sharp, kind of like a very large, very fat pencil
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I carry it since I was 14. I gripped the kubotan and with the sharp edge of it, I stricked the back of his neck, a spot where he will either break his neck bone or pass out of nerve injury. His body chose the latter. I slammed my heal on his sternum to keep him down for more time and moved to spit face( yes of course I took bear man’s chain with me in case it needed and to make sure none of the enemy grabs hold of it) spit face was somewhat near Oli, so I had to break both of the hand and crush the groin of another guy before reaching him. I chased spit face near Oli and without warning and lashed out the chain and hit the two men attacking Oli, one at the head at the other on his back. I dropped the chain in front of a bitten up yet quickly recovering Oli and went to deal with spit face.
If I have to fight back and win, or better to say we have to fight back and win, I have to trust Oli to save herself.
Spit was a good fighter with his knife despite his skinny body. So when his second stab caught me on the side of my arm, I had no choice but to use my deadliest strike. I kicked his stomach so his hands were busy favouring it, and struck two of my fingers into his eye with my good arm.
He let out an agonised scream and I knew I had succeeded in destroying his eyes.
I scooped up his tiny dagger which had fallen loose from his grasp, and went to the rest two helping the ones Oli is now smacking with the chain. I have to admit, Oli is a far better fighter than I thought.
I kicked at the back of one’s knees and he went face first to the ground. I smacked his head with the base of my kubotan and extended my leg backward at the same time, hitting the stomach of the other man. I stabbed spit face’s dagger at the shoulder of one man Oli is dealing with. He retreated and looked at the blood coming out of there. As I suspected, he passed out of fear. Okay, five down, two left to go. I can feel the broken handed guy I downed earlier stirring a few feet away. I left one man at Oli’s custody and wheeled on the other. I started kicking and punching, but he was quick despite me kicking his stomach a second earlier. He dodged and blocked most of my kicks with great and agility. I got the impression, he is trained in martial arts. That’s the back side of martial arts, bad guys easily get hold of it. I grabbed both of his hands and planted my knees on his ribs. Then I heard the most soothing And reassuring Sound Of The Day, the siren of a police van.
I got a new surge of hope. By the time the van has covered the distance between us, I had pinned him to the ground, one of his legs was bent in a weird arc. Oli had also succeeded in keeping her charge from fleeing, not that he was In any condition to move after such a great whipping.
As soon as the van stopped in front of us, three-four constables poured out and arrested the rapist. One of them, the one I felt to stir earlier had fled. Oli and I both stopped beating them as the police took charge.
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Bear man and the one I stabbed were still knocked out. One of them were stirring though, but the police were fast to take the three at our feet first, since they were the only ones conscious if you don’t count a screaming spit face.
Oh, yeah spit face’s screams. Can anything be more peaceful than listening to those? Perhaps no. So I decided to take in the peace as much as I could. Thankfuly spit face was the last to be collected by the police.
While listening to spit face’s screams, I examined Oli’s wounds,a few bruises, a sprained wrist and a swollen lump on the back of her head, possibly she got it when the two men were hacking at her with sticks.
When finally spit face was in, I examined my own wounds. A few scratches and bruises similar to Oli. Then I looked at my arm. Sticky, dark blood was oozing from where spit face stabbed me. I took out the water bottle from my bag, washed the wound, tied it with the handkerchief Oli offered and gave the remaining water to Oli, so that she can treat the lump on her head.
While I helped Oli sooth it, a police Officer, possibly the SI came to offer help.
- “ No, I will do it. I would be thankful if you can manage some thing for her sprained wrist”
“ You think you can bear it until we take you to police station” he asked Oli. His name was Kunal Dhar, I read from the nameplate of his uniform.
Oli nodded slowly. Oh, I forgot to mention Oli was barely holing herself together, she was in the verge of tears. Soon as we settled inside the police van she broke down sobbing. I stroked her back in hope of calming her down.
“ She is in a trauma, right?” Inspector Dhar asked from the driver’s seat. We were on the back seats of the van. Behind us separated by a net, were the prisoners, with whom the three constables also sat to keep guard and to give us space. The other and only female constable sat with us.
“ You would be in the same condition if you were surrounded by seven armed rapists” I replied.
“ Yeah ofcourse, and I am still not sure how you two managed to down all of them yourselves” the female constable said.
I started to explain but Inspector Dhar stopped me “ I will listen to the whole story once you are given proper first aid and your parents are informed”
Oh! Our parents! My mom is going to freak out, and Oli’s mom, Damini aunty, will probably even pass out.
I reached out and gave my ponytail a flick, then again, then again,
“ Your hair is already fine, you don’t need to fix it” the female constable, Hima Paul, is what she introduced herself as, said at last.
I decided to call her Himadi( big sister Hima). “ sorry, it’s just a habit”
“ A nervous habit?” Himadi asked.
“Nah, I just was surrounded by 7 huge armed men, got touched inappropriately, got stabbed slightly, and my bestie's shirt is dangerously torn. and now I am sitting with total strangers, on the way to the police station while my molesters are sitting right behind me. Do I have any reason to be nervous? Nope, not a nervous habit at all!."
"Looks like someone's here to match your snark Hima." Inspector Dhar quipped. everybody burst out laughing, even Oli managed a faint smile at the way they were laughing.
“ No, it’s just I am worried about how our parents are going to react” I said to clear things up and to stop their efforts to make us feel at home. Seriously, how can they expect us to feel at home in a van full of armed police and criminals. I mean, SERIOUSLY???
We reached the police station in the next minute. The police men locked the rapists up in a cell and resumed their nightly patrol leaving us with Inspector Dhar and Himadi.
Inspector Dhar went on to call a doctor for the prisoners while Himadi and another constable helped us with first aid. They untied my bandage, gave it some antibiotics and bandaged again.
“ It’s a big cut, how come you little girl bear it like it’s nothing” The other constable asked. I pouted at being called little girl but didn’t argue.
“ I have had nastier wounds”
“ Like what?”
“ 3 pairs of broken ribs at once” I replied and she winced. She had a big bun over her head and was quite middle aged, so I guess her calling me little was fair.
She treated my bruishes with dettol. Inspector Dhar came in to give ice pack for Oli’s sprained wrist and the lump on her head and noted our parent’s contact number to inform them. Wow! These police men were friendly!
I was still feeling the anger and hatred inside me, with fear as an addition. I couldn’t decide what to express. I felt somewhat numb and all their attempts at a conversation were irritational. So it was fine by me when they stopped talking and busied themselves with our first aid.
I watched while Himadi arranged Oli’s arm on a sling, dealing with a lot of wincing. Himadi also had her hair in a bun, though some strands of curly black hair hung loose from the sides of her face. Her bronze skin glistened in the light. She was probably in her mid-twenties.
They finished our first aid while telling us how they reached to our rescue.
The police men were on a nightly patrol when they heard spit face’s agonised screams.( I told you, nothing can be better than a screaming spit face) . They decided to check it out, and here you are!
“ There, your parents are informed. And to your suspicions, they did freak out” Inspector Dhar said as Himadi led us to his office “They will be here in about 15-20 minutes. I guess that would be enough for you to explain what happened?”
I nodded and started to recall what happened since Bear man stopped our way. I didn’t like to recall those, kind of giving me this weird jitters, and also Oli was looking near breaking down again. But you can’t deny it when an On-Duty police officer is asking you something. So I explained it though unwillingly.
“ Then I heard the siren of your car and pinned him to the ground. You know the rest “ I finished.
“ I got to praise your bravery” Inspector Dhar said.
“ And fighting skills and nerves” Himadi added. Now a smile tugged at my face. I always feel good when someone appreciates my skills, when one manages to see my actual talents behind my outer appearance.
“ You went through so much beating, whipping, and bloodshed without dropping a single tear” now this complement was directed towards me only, whereas the others were for both of us.
“ So, you mean they were seven where we caught only six” Inspector the went straight back to business after done praising us. We both nodded.
“ Any specifics to recognise him?” –“unless two broken hands and a smashed groin counts, I can only describe Bear man and spit face among them all” I said.
“ Bear man?”
“ spit face?”
“ Oh, Bear man is what I nicknamed the big, bulky, bear-like man” I explained followed by a snicker from Himadi and a smile from Oli.” And spit face is the guy with tobacco spit over his mouth, the one I poked in the eye”
“ Poked?” Inspector Dhar raised an eyebrow “ You destroyed both of his eyes”
I shrugged. No offence, but I have no regrets about that. I then silently waited for mom.
“Nyssa!”