Bad Girl Pt. 01 by BigMadStork,BigMadStork

Like lightning, I create a direct path to Jane, tossing people to the side, making them mad at me. At the same instant that I grab her arm, I see them thrusting knives at her ribs. I am pissed. My anger flares instantly. My muscles bulge, and time slows down. Oh yes, they are in trouble now.

I pull Jane towards me and then around behind me. The two men have a look of shock on their faces when the body is removed. One knife has blood on it. That brought me to a new level of anger. I am no longer in control. That has never happened before. The one with blood on the knife quickly got a power-filled punch to the chest. I hear bones break. He fell straight down in his place. The other guy was able to turn and take one step from me.

My strides are much longer. I took one step and grab his arm. I then yank it back and toss him over my shoulder. He falls in a crash on the floor. His head wobbles and then falls back. I am quickly back to a standing Jane. She is in shock and doesn’t know she’s been stabbed. I set her down on the floor, then rolled her onto the side so I can assess the wound. I see a tiny trickle of blood flowing from her ribs.

I put my finger on the hole, then with my other finger, I dial 911.

I say, “My name is Bill Shoemaker. We are at Monty’s on Cass and Thirty-eighth Street. There has been an attempted assassination of my sister by two perpetrators. They are currently sleeping, but both may have critical injuries. My sister has a minor stab wound; she is leaking blood.”

Jane shouts out, “WHAT?”

I continue, “No, I have never met them before. They tried to distract me; there is another boy involved, his name is Dan.”

Jane adds, “Dan Tisdale.”

I continue again, “She said Dan Tisdale. There is probably another boy involved a Randy ….”

Jan finishes, “Tanner.”

I add, “Randy Tanner. I had an altercation with him last night. No way a kid his age knows professional killers. Yes, I was a Navy Seal for ten years, and I know a professional. It was my job to kill those people. Call FBI agent Mark Johnson; he will be interested. Because of me, you might need NSA and Homeland Security as well. Police? No need; they’re already filing in.”

I stand up, holding my sister in my arms and plugging the hole still, yet I point at Dan, “Grab him; he’s part of this.”

They immediately grab and cuff Dan. The paramedics come to me because I’m holding my sister.

I stop them, “She has a small hole I am plugging; she needs the ER just in case of internal bleeding. With the first ambulance, she is out of here. Those two, they need you.”

When the ambulance arrives, I grab a policeman, “An ambulance arrived; my sister might have internal bleeding. I’m not leaving her. I don’t want you to think I am leaving; I need one of you to come with me. You can get her statement at the hospital. Then I will go and fill out a report downtown.”

I run to the ambulance as I yell at the policeman, “Hurry up, we’re leaving.”

The man yells, “Go, an officer is on-site; he will meet you at the ER.”

I lay Jane down on the gurney, then yell at the driver, “Closest ER, NOW!”

Like a bat out of hell with lights and a siren, we are on our way to a hospital.

The second person asks, “Why is she here? She looks fine.”

I am nervous, “It’s a small hole; not much blood is coming out.” He smiles. “I saw the knife, at least two inches of blood.” His smile is gone.

He looks at me questioningly, “How did you even know to look?”

I smile at him, “Look at my body. Look at my muscles. Do you think I sell Girl Scout cookies for a living?”

He smiles up at me. Damn, rough crowd. I expected a good chuckle.

We pull up to the hospital, and immediately they take Jane. The second guy explains the issue accurately and gives all her vitals. Her blood pressure is dropping. My next call is one I fear, Mom.

Yup, she freaked out. She was going to drive herself. I contacted our security, and they intercepted mom and drove her in. By the time she gets to me, she is a mess. Mom is funny, she puts her arms straight out like a toddler, so I can pick her up and squeeze her to my body. That made everything better. She is still hysterical, but it’s not as bad.

An hour and twenty minutes later, a surgeon comes out of the OR. He calls out for Jane’s family. Mom and I rush the nice young man. I laugh as he looks scared as I run up. Then he seems relieved when I stop. I see mom has a smirk on her face; she saw it as well.

The surgeon shakes my hand, “Well done, sir. It was a thin small cut. Many people would have gone home. You knew it was life-threatening. The lung was punctured and collapsed. There was internal bleeding. Notice I said ‘WAS.’ She’s all patched up. We will keep her for the night, and then you can take her home tomorrow. She needs to take it easy for a few days, and then she will be fine. Wait a week for exercising and sex. She will be as good as new.”

Mom hugs the guy hard enough to make him squeak, then she kisses him on the lips, and he blushes as he walks away.

Mom giggles, “That was fun. If I understand right, you immediately understood the danger, acted, and saved your sister’s life.”

I correct her, “I recognized the danger and requested prompt medical attention. The surgeon saved her life, not me. You need to understand. That type of situation, I have training in. Handling death and a cheating girlfriend … I have no clue. It’s like I say, I’m a flawed man.”

We were brought to the recovery room. We hold her hands, wipe the sweat from her forehead, and sat helplessly quiet as she lay in bed. I am a mix of sadness and anger. I know her ex-boyfriend’s parents are involved. I trust Agent Johnson; I won’t need to go back to my old profession. Jane hasn’t woken up; I am worried.

Jane finally wakes up four hours later in a standard patient room. They are thrilled with her recovery and vitals. She knew what had happened; the surgeon explained the need to operate immediately. It was easy, but he still needed her ok to be treated.

She doesn’t move, but she breaks down crying at her first sight of me, which causes the nurses to come running. She just realized my actions saved her life.

I look at my sister straight in the eyes, and my look is calm and blank.

I say to her with a straight face, “Next date, we’re staying home.”

Mom is looking at me like I have lost my marbles. Jane, she breaks out into a loud happy laugh. I am kicked out of the room; she needs to rest, and laughing is terrible. I leave mom at the hospital. I go home to get some sleep. I must show up for work tomorrow and grovel for my job.

I’m conflicted about this. These people saw me, two ridiculed me, this could make work very awkward. Mom pressured me saying it’s good for me to have the consistency of work and with Global, there’s no first day skitters. She assures me this is better and I will be fine. I sense she is genuine with me. I also don’t have that foreboding feeling of doom like I did at NSA. I can always quit. The bosses hated me, how can I possibly get my or any job back?

That’s it, I will be pushing a broom or delivering mail.

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