Dragon Path
by Ben Kosse (bmk7411@cs.rit.edu)
part 6: The Making of a Woman and Middle of a Man
The Making of a Woman
I felt the arm on my left shoulder move and her body
came closer to mine. I still believed I would have the magnum
drawn and pointed at this girl before anything would happen to
me. At least we'd be in a standoff, and I could complete my goal
of shooting her before anything else happened.
I flipped up the snap which held the magnum in its
holster and grasped the hilt of the gun. Simultaneously, her hand
covered my own and a split second later I heard a thud in the
back seat. Now, there was one gun between the two of us and I had
the stronger arms.
What I didn't have, however, was her lips which
pressed against mine. I didn't have those green eyes which looked
at me and shone with a fierce glow. Lastly, I didn't have the
gall that she did.
Forcing herself more and more onto me, my lips
parted and returned the kiss she was giving me. I almost lost
everything at that point, except I felt her move my hand and
thereby remembered the gun on her hip. When my arm tensed, she
broke the kiss. "Well, Robert," she began while moving my arm
over to the driver's side seat. I was holding the gun. "You can
let the gun go now."
I don't know why, but I dropped the gun. Actually, I
do know why. She had twisted my wrist in a manner which was going
to become very uncomfortable if I didn't comply. The gun, and any
chance I had of gaining an upper hand, hit the seat with a soft
thump.
"Good, Robert." She smiled and wrapped her arms
around me again and I just melted. Again. "I didn't have to let
you live, Robert. I could have taken your friend instead. You
know that don't you?"
I nodded my head mutely.
"I didn't take him, because I know something about
you. You are a good man at heart. I know that. Him, I would have
killed once he brought me in to talk to D'pil. You, though..."
She kissed me again.
"We go back a long way, Robert. Let me tell you my
story." Again, I nodded, becoming more and more taken by her with
each passing minute.
"I was a little girl, six years old. I came from a
'liberal' family. That is, Robert, my father didn't have designs
to fuck me into prostitution when I was a teen and my mother
would wear more than just a bikini.
"What my father did to afford me such a 'luxury'
pissed someone off. The guy he pissed off was D'pil. So, D'pil
sent two men after my father. I was home, playing with my doll.
There was a knock on the door. My mother answered the door while
my father was reading the paper in the front room. 'Can I help
you, gentlemen?' She asked.
"Two men walked in. The first grabbed my mother and
ripped off her blouse. The second drew a gun and shot my dad. One
shot. Quick and painless. For that, I thank him."
She paused for a moment, breathing deeply. Vague
memories came to me, and I began to get worried. These events
sounded familiar.
"The first man, a tall and lanky bastard grabbed me.
I didn't do anything: I was shocked and scared when he tied me up
to a chair. 'This is what women are for,' he told me, and then he
raped my mother.
"I couldn't move, Robert. I wanted to. I tried to
look away, but I couldn't. I could only stare with rapt fear. My
mother screamed...pleaded with him to move me, to not let me
look. He only laughed at her. The other man turned away and
walked out. I think he said that he was sick of all the 'fucked
up ideas' that the rapist had."
I know I went pale then.
"The big guy shut the door. I won't describe what I
saw, but the last thing he did was put a knife in my hand and
make me slice my own mother's neck. I didn't even cry. I didn't
even care I was so shattered.
Then, he was going to make me cut my own neck, but I
managed to twist the knife enough to cut him. He grabbed his hand
in pain and I cut myself loose and ran out the door and past the
big man.
"The rapist stormed out the door, I know because I
heard the door. I also heard you tell him to let me go. For that,
I also thank you, Robert.
"I ran away from that house and never returned.
Instead, I somehow managed to avoid being raped, murdered, or
sold into slavery even though I didn't know what to avoid.
Instead, I ran into Li Tao.
"I spent the next eleven years of my life studying
under him. He convinced me to use my 'fire' as he called it for
something good. He also told me what Mesu-ryu meant: female
dragon. So, Robert, you now have my story.
"You could have and should have killed me, but you
didn't. Now, you'll help me free yourself like you freed me. OK?"
Middle of a Man
What could I say? She had me. I knew she was better
than me and she knew it too. Yeah, I might get lucky, but that
chance was way too small for my liking.
"All right, Dragon."
"Akisha, if you wish." Humph. Her real name. What
was she doing, honoring me or something.
"All right... Akisha. What do you want?"
"Robert, you are going to escort me to D'pil. You
will have the laser pistol on your hip. Call it a souvenir if you
wish. I'll take the gun, shoot him, and then leave with you.
Everyone else will think that he decided to keep me as a bitch
and that you're taking me to get outfitted."
I started to say something, but was cut off by her.
"I know, you're wondering how I came up with this
plan. I studied you and him. I know what job duties you have. I
also know you're not too sentimental about your former partner
and that you are getting just a little sentimental about your new
partner." She took off her jacket and slid her hands up my shirt.
"Aren't you, Robert?"
Then, she leaned forward and kissed me again,
breaking it once to slide my shirt over my head. I couldn't move
except to make her job easier. Sure, I knew what she was doing.
Hell, I even wanted it. Damn near needed it, even. But she scared
me. Hell, she still scares me.
But, that fear and helpless feeling made it all the
more fun.
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Ben Kosse bmk7411@cs.rit.edu <#391>
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