FictionPress.com - let the words flow| FictionPress.com - let the words flow |
| Home Just In Communities Forums Beta Readers Dictionary Search | Login Register Extras |
Unexpected Rebellion
The autumn night was cool and refreshing as she stepped outside from the warm theater, wrapping her dark violet scarf snuggly around her long pale neck. She blinked away the slight moisture in her turbulent, sea green eyes from the sudden crisp air whooshing into her face. She was smiling in satisfaction as she ran the exciting and brutal movie back through her mind, as she listened to the excitement of the tinkling feminine and deep masculine voices from the rest of the audience rushing out of the doors around her. She brushed her thick, fiery red hair away from her face as she glanced around for an ugly, mustard yellow city cab. Finding none accessible she made the decision to walk the few blocks to her apartment.
The noises of the small crowed faded slowly behind her as she made her way down the sidewalk with her hands tucked comfortably in her warm coat pockets. Her raven black boots made a barely audible patter against the dull, worn sidewalk, mixing with the sounds of the never sleeping city around her. She heard yells from drunken parties and angry neighbors, an occasional sharp honk of a car, and the cry's of scavenging strays.
The pattering rhythm of her boots faltered as she picked up the sound of raucous laughter from men conferring in a dreary alleyway nearby. She quickened her pace as their rowdy voices got closer. She came to a sudden halt when two leering men stepped up blocking her path. She muttered an oath when she glanced behind her to see another man with a long pasty face graced with a fitting sneer. Her mouth quirked in dry amusement when the name, Severus Snape, popped into her head at describing him. Her mouth quickly turned down in a frown when one of the men stepped towards her as he ran a hand through his greasy black hair.
Obviously dyed, she thought with disgust.
"Hey lady, how 'bout you be a nice little thing," he drawled with mock sincerity, "and generously donate your cash to us misfortuned, handsome fellas."
She didn't hide the disdain and repulsion from her face and voice, "you little selfish, leeching punks aren't getting a thing from me."
The greasy haired thief clucked his tongue as if admonishing a stubborn child, "now, now little lady I'm warning you right now to just hand over what you got to avoid any trouble."
She choked back a laugh and eyed him coolly, "I already told you the first time, I'm not giving you jack so you'd better just back off now."
The other beer bellied man guffawed at her brazenness and the greasy haired, obvious, leader of the group just glared at her trying to be intimidating. She didn't flinch and held his dull gray gaze stubbornly. His gaze broke from hers to the man behind her, now dubbed Mr. Snape, and gave a barely perceptible brisk nod of his head. She wasn't surprised by the rough grip clamping around her middle from behind bringing a sweet stench from his close proximity that made her want to retch. She kept her face blank and devoid of expression, which they took for fear.
"So little lady, how about forkin' it over huh," the leader demanded impatiently.
"Now why would you want to try and harm a young, little thing like me," she squeezed out, almost gagging at the sweetness dripping from her words.
The men eyed her, suddenly wary, not sure what to make of her new tone.
"Uh…" the potbellied goon uttered at her suddenly ominous smirk.
Her sea green eyes flashed as she shot up ramming her head into the chin of her captor, Mr. Snape. He broke his silence with a cry filled with colorful curses. She turned to the side and jammed the heal of her palm up into his already throbbing jaw causing him to let out a howl of pain.
The other two were suddenly released from their momentary shocked stillness as they charged at her, the grease head snarling, "you freakin' wench!"
Her eyes glowed in excitement as she met their attack. She deftly ducked Greasy's lousy punch at her face and went to a squat, sticking her right leg out, swinging it back around, and knocking his legs out from beneath him. He fell back with a fitting yelp, his head hitting the cement with a thud, and he just lied there with a dazed look on his face.
The potbelly grabbed at her desperately as she side stepped, swung her hand around and chopped him across the back of the neck making him face plant into the side walk. She stumbled forward when she was suddenly hit in the back. She whipped around with her eyes shining in fury.
"You really need to learn how to treat a lady, Mr. Snape," she growled as she kicked her foot up but changed tactics when he bent over to cover himself and kneed him in the face hearing a satisfying crack.
She stopped panting from her exertion as her adrenaline slowly ebbed away. She almost skipped as she went around and frisked her captors turned victims and came upon a few musty Benjamin's and grungy jewelry.
She stepped back observing the scene of the moaning trying to stop the crimson blood gushing from his nose, potbelly groaning as he sat up spitting out yellowed teeth, and Greasy the leader just lying there—still with a dazed look on his face—trying to figure out what had just happened.
"Well boys, thank you greatly for providing me with payment for my brief workout this fine night," she cackled with an undecipherable grin on her face.
Satisfied she whistled happily as she stuffed her goodies into her coat pockets and spun around to walk briskly on her way, her boots starting back up their steady patter blending in with the nightly sounds of the city.
