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- Sep 24, 2011
Ahhh.. I feel so at peace under the stars. Like all my troubles can't reach me up here. Sometimes... sometimes I think the black night sky could swallow me. The stars are always so beautiful.
Christie stretched out on the roof of the tournament compound, the beach chair accommodating the curves of her body snugly. Relaxing under the night sky was always a great way to unwind. Before long, she had fallen asleep in the summer warmth.
However, she was being watched by someone in the shadows, wielding a lead pipe. Making their way into the light of the half moon, Lili crept up silently to where Christie was sleeping. Raising the pipe over her head, she brought it crashing down forcefully into Christie's bare right knee. The joint popped. Christie was awake instantly, screaming in pain. She grabbed for her knee and tried to feebly swing at Lili, to no avail. Christie moaned in pain, clutching her knee. Lili kicked her in the back. "Oof", Christie grunted. "What the hell is happening? What did I do to you?"
"Nothing yet, I just wanted to make sure our fight tomorrow would go my way... and I saw no point hiring a thug to do this when it would be so much more fun to watch you suffer myself. There are some things I'd really just rather get my hands dirty with myself..."
Christie tried to stand. Lili met her with a straight kick to the knee that sent her back down face-first. Another yelp of pain. "Having a rough time, are we?" she taunted. Christie blinked away tears of pain. Lili hit her with the pipe again. Another scream emanated from Christie, who started to see spots due to the intense pain. She was laying on the ground holding her knee in agony. The kneecap had been cracked, and part of it had shifted slightly, creating a visible lump in her knee where the bone was.
Lili aimed the next shot at the back of her leg, intending to bruise up her calf muscles. Even Christie's strong legs couldn't withstand too many of these. Lili swung the pipe again and again as if she were trying to drive a railroad spike with a hammer. As she had hoped, Christie's calf started to turn all manner of blue and purple. Then her calf muscle tightened in a charlie horse*. Christie screamed again, trying to massage the muscle in an attempt to get it to stop its angry spasming. She bit her lip trying to block it out. Finally after what felt like an eternity the spasming stopped, and Christie's body relaxed. But Lili wasn't done yet. She took hold of Christie's leg. Christie tried to kick at her with her good leg. Lili was content to brush them off until one caught her in the nose. She recoiled for a moment, but Christie was as good as crippled and couldn't escape or follow it up. So she could do nothing about Lili's retaliation, which was swift. Lili took the pipe, and jammed it into Christie's stomach like a barbarian plunging a sword into his fallen victim. Even Christie's hard stomach couldn't take that impact, and she wheezed, all the air being driven out of her. Christie rolled onto her side, holding her stomach, curled into a ball. Lili rolled her back, and stomped hard on her stomach again. Again a wheeze, and then coughing and sputtering. Christie went momentarily limp and lay flat on her back. Lili used this opportunity to jump on Christie and stomp her with both feet, one foot planted squarely in her stomach, the other in her chest. Christie gagged and then coughed up blood.
Christie lay flat on her back. Lili checked to see if she were still conscious. Incredibly she was, eyes half open. Lili rolled Christie so she was facedown, with no resistance. Then she took hold of Christie's injured leg, hooked her knee around the pipe, and used the pipe for added pressure and leverage, bending Christie's leg back hard in a single leg boston crab. Christie screamed out. "Come on Christie, flex for me! I wanna see how flexible you Capoeira dancers are!" She leaned back hard, pulling Christie's leg and arching her back so that her foot was almost touching her head. Pain exploded like hand grenades in her leg. Christie bit her knuckle, her fingers, her lip, anything to try to keep from thinking about the weapons grade pain in her leg. Her brain couldn't take it anymore and she passed out in the hold. Lili realized she wasn't awake anymore, and let her go. Christie slumped to the ground unconscious, her leg a horrible mix of lurid blue and purple.
"Tee hee. Oops. I went too far. I guess now you won't be making the fight tomorrow." Lili threw the pipe off the side of the building with all her might, sending it into the nearby beach. With any luck, the tide would take it out and she would have no evidence of the attack, and it would be only Christie's word versus hers. For good measure, she landed another stomp to Christie's back to make sure she wasn't faking. The stomp got no reaction. She was definitely out.
"You want to sleep under the stars? You're sleeping under the stars now."
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In case you're curious, she will make a full recovery. It's just really bad bruising and a cracked kneecap, not a full-on broken or shattered one. She isn't permanently crippled.
* (believe me, these hurt like fuck. Your calf muscle gets hard like concrete and the pain is excruciating. Fortunately it only lasts a minute, but it's the longest minute ever. After it stops spasming it remains hard as rock for a while, and it usually hurts for the next couple days as it loosens up again. When these happen to me (rarely) they happen in the mornings when I'm waking up. Suffice it to say, she's hurting bad here.)
Christie stretched out on the roof of the tournament compound, the beach chair accommodating the curves of her body snugly. Relaxing under the night sky was always a great way to unwind. Before long, she had fallen asleep in the summer warmth.
However, she was being watched by someone in the shadows, wielding a lead pipe. Making their way into the light of the half moon, Lili crept up silently to where Christie was sleeping. Raising the pipe over her head, she brought it crashing down forcefully into Christie's bare right knee. The joint popped. Christie was awake instantly, screaming in pain. She grabbed for her knee and tried to feebly swing at Lili, to no avail. Christie moaned in pain, clutching her knee. Lili kicked her in the back. "Oof", Christie grunted. "What the hell is happening? What did I do to you?"
"Nothing yet, I just wanted to make sure our fight tomorrow would go my way... and I saw no point hiring a thug to do this when it would be so much more fun to watch you suffer myself. There are some things I'd really just rather get my hands dirty with myself..."
Christie tried to stand. Lili met her with a straight kick to the knee that sent her back down face-first. Another yelp of pain. "Having a rough time, are we?" she taunted. Christie blinked away tears of pain. Lili hit her with the pipe again. Another scream emanated from Christie, who started to see spots due to the intense pain. She was laying on the ground holding her knee in agony. The kneecap had been cracked, and part of it had shifted slightly, creating a visible lump in her knee where the bone was.
Lili aimed the next shot at the back of her leg, intending to bruise up her calf muscles. Even Christie's strong legs couldn't withstand too many of these. Lili swung the pipe again and again as if she were trying to drive a railroad spike with a hammer. As she had hoped, Christie's calf started to turn all manner of blue and purple. Then her calf muscle tightened in a charlie horse*. Christie screamed again, trying to massage the muscle in an attempt to get it to stop its angry spasming. She bit her lip trying to block it out. Finally after what felt like an eternity the spasming stopped, and Christie's body relaxed. But Lili wasn't done yet. She took hold of Christie's leg. Christie tried to kick at her with her good leg. Lili was content to brush them off until one caught her in the nose. She recoiled for a moment, but Christie was as good as crippled and couldn't escape or follow it up. So she could do nothing about Lili's retaliation, which was swift. Lili took the pipe, and jammed it into Christie's stomach like a barbarian plunging a sword into his fallen victim. Even Christie's hard stomach couldn't take that impact, and she wheezed, all the air being driven out of her. Christie rolled onto her side, holding her stomach, curled into a ball. Lili rolled her back, and stomped hard on her stomach again. Again a wheeze, and then coughing and sputtering. Christie went momentarily limp and lay flat on her back. Lili used this opportunity to jump on Christie and stomp her with both feet, one foot planted squarely in her stomach, the other in her chest. Christie gagged and then coughed up blood.
Christie lay flat on her back. Lili checked to see if she were still conscious. Incredibly she was, eyes half open. Lili rolled Christie so she was facedown, with no resistance. Then she took hold of Christie's injured leg, hooked her knee around the pipe, and used the pipe for added pressure and leverage, bending Christie's leg back hard in a single leg boston crab. Christie screamed out. "Come on Christie, flex for me! I wanna see how flexible you Capoeira dancers are!" She leaned back hard, pulling Christie's leg and arching her back so that her foot was almost touching her head. Pain exploded like hand grenades in her leg. Christie bit her knuckle, her fingers, her lip, anything to try to keep from thinking about the weapons grade pain in her leg. Her brain couldn't take it anymore and she passed out in the hold. Lili realized she wasn't awake anymore, and let her go. Christie slumped to the ground unconscious, her leg a horrible mix of lurid blue and purple.
"Tee hee. Oops. I went too far. I guess now you won't be making the fight tomorrow." Lili threw the pipe off the side of the building with all her might, sending it into the nearby beach. With any luck, the tide would take it out and she would have no evidence of the attack, and it would be only Christie's word versus hers. For good measure, she landed another stomp to Christie's back to make sure she wasn't faking. The stomp got no reaction. She was definitely out.
"You want to sleep under the stars? You're sleeping under the stars now."
_______
In case you're curious, she will make a full recovery. It's just really bad bruising and a cracked kneecap, not a full-on broken or shattered one. She isn't permanently crippled.
* (believe me, these hurt like fuck. Your calf muscle gets hard like concrete and the pain is excruciating. Fortunately it only lasts a minute, but it's the longest minute ever. After it stops spasming it remains hard as rock for a while, and it usually hurts for the next couple days as it loosens up again. When these happen to me (rarely) they happen in the mornings when I'm waking up. Suffice it to say, she's hurting bad here.)
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