It started with a screech. A high-pitched, cover-your-ears, screech. Maureen was in pain; excruciating pain. So much pain that she could hardly breathe. She was kicking and screaming, but the blows kept coming. Kick after kick in her ribs and face and arms and legs and chest and back. There were at least ten men, more than she had ever handled before. They were tired of her always winning the matches, so they decided to destroy her. She took a deep breath, rolled over to her back and looked up at the dark starry sky. In one motion she threw her hands up over her head and pushed off, landing perfectly onto her feet. Her stomach heaved and she grabbed it, starting to limp as fast as she could toward her only exit. There were no other people around, and if only she could get back to school, to her dorm room, she would be safe.
And they would be punished; she knew all their names. She smiled weakly at the thought of each of their executions. Then she started frowning when she thought about how they could also be let off with just a simple warning.
A rough hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She took a deep breath and growled low, and then screeched a warning, looking at each of them quickly. Their black eyes glittered in the moonlight and she realized what they were: wolves. She had handled wolves before, so she knew their weak spots. She took one last deep breath and elbowed the guy that grabbed her shoulder in the nose. She heard the crunch in her ear. One down. They were all coming at her. She kicked the next one in the jaw and punched him right near his eye. He went down, passed out. Two guys grabbed her arms behind her. She used every muscle in her body to throw them over her shoulders, landing them on their backs. She kicked both in their head as hard as she could and their skulls crunched beneath her. The next three she easily took down by punching them in their faces and twisting their arms until they broke. She threw one down in a swift second and kept kicking him in the head until one of the men locked his arms around her body to try and throw her to the ground. She butted him in the head, sending a sharp pain down her spine, but she ignored it. He also fell to the ground, nose broken and passed out. She walked slowly up to the second to last man, his eyes showing nothing, his body posed and ready to fight. She kicked him in the chest, sending him off balance, while the last man started towards her. She kicked the first man's knees, sending him to a kneeling position. She walked behind him as he clutched his chest, his breast bone already broken. She bent down and snapped his neck, sending him falling on his face. The last man stopped dead in his tracks and started to back away. She ran towards him and kicked him in the face, knocking him down. She stomped on his neck, his scream catching in his throat. She saw the glint of his knife, took it out of his pocket with the sleeve of her shirt (leaving no finger prints, even though she would later tell everyone what she had done, getting praised) and stabbed him in the chest.
She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, wiping off the blood trickling down from her head. She kicked the man one last time, and then twisted the knife deeper into his chest. He stopped breathing instantly. She straightened up and started walking towards her school. As she left behind the horrible scene, she knew she had killed six people tonight.
