Rabies

It's Not Irritation You're Feeling....

  It was the weekend, thank God, and I was walking along the sidewalk while heading back home from picking up a few things at the convenience store. With one hand stuffed into the front pocket of my jeans, my other hand held the two plastic bags. My jacket was zipped up tight, and my work boots clomped against the sidewalk as I was glaring at anyone who dared to step into my way.

  It was only a week away from the qualifiers, and my head was swarmed with which plays we should use against the other team in our practice match that was at the end of the week.

  About a block away, I saw a group of high school boys hanging out around the front of my house. Clicking my tongue, I began to walk with annoyance toward them. They were literally just outside of my house and standing around my mailbox. Standing in front of them, I glared at each of them when they noticed me there.

  "You Yamiko, Shori?" One with a stupid fucking pompadour asked

  "Fuck off." I growled. "And stay the Hell away from my house, fuckers." They were not amused by my answer and began to circle me like starving animals. There was bloodlust in their eyes, and I felt my senses go on edge. They were looking for a fight. Good, that might help me relax.

  "My girlfriend told me that you were the one that gave her one Hell of a time, so we're here to repay the favor." A tall male with his hair bleached and slicked back stood up straight, and a shiny silver chain dangled from his neck.

  "Mm, how about I beat the shit out of all of you," I pulled the hand from my pocket and pointed to all of the guys. "and use your chain to tie you up like the flea-bag mutt you are?" Raising my shoulder in a shrug. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, don't you?"

  "You bitch!" The guy who seemed to be the leader snarled while pulling back a fist. As the blond swung, I leaned back, and his fist missed my nose as I went all of the way back and placed my hands on the ground. Kicking my legs up, I caught him in the jaw as my feet went over my head and went back to the ground after kicking another guy on the top of his head. That one was out for the count, and I gently set the two bags I had onto the concrete while standing back up.

  "Who's next?" I asked. Fists were flying- and so were people- and it was difficult to maneuver around since there were so many surrounding me. Fuck, didn't they know of the thing called personal space? Growling, I elbowed one guy in the nose before punching another in the jaw to rattle his brains before jumping. Spinning in the air, I kicked another in the side of the face.
Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I narrowed my eyes as I glared and let my knuckles introduce themselves to a man's diaphragm. It was a pleasant meeting, brief, but pleasant since the guy fell down as the wind was knocked from his lungs.

  Suddenly, I felt a hand clutch the back of my jacket and fling me back. I fell on my ass, snarling as I scrambled to my feet and prepared to continue fighting, but I froze instead. I had landed outside the circle of males, and none of them were coming after me to keep up the fight. They were too occupied by someone else that was beating the shit out of them all.

  I heard feral growling and blood began to fly. Some of the guys had pulled knives, and I was shocked still at the simple fact that someone had pulled me out of the fight and had taken my place. Did I know someone like that? No, I didn't. Was it a random stranger? As if. Only if they had a huge hero complex, and that was highly unlikely.

  When a guy dropped a pipe from his sleeve, I jumped back in. Grabbing the one swinging the heavy, metal tube, I yanked him from the circle and singled him out since he was the closest to me. The pipe came whistling down, nearly hitting the top of my head if I hadn't moved. Dropping down as he swung his weapon again, I invaded his unprotected side by driving my skull up into his jaw. His teeth clacked and, as my luck would fucking have it, his dagger necklace cut my lip as it swung up on the impact.