We Are Heroes

Douglas should have listened to the that gut feeling. Every time he's just about to engage in something he knows he shouldn't, he gets trademark "gut feeling" that advises him not to. And just like all those other times, he decided to ignore it which is why he's strapped to a chair getting the worst beating he had ever experienced. To top it off, he was receiving it from a little girl in a school uniform.

Hurts Doesn't it?

He'd done it a plenty of times before. The method was relatively simple. Find a girl in a internet chat-room, woo her, meet her in person, and fuck her whether she wanted it or not. Douglas could have any woman he wanted. He was wealthy, maintained an outstanding physique with daily gym visits, and fought back the tides of age with ample amounts of cosmetic surgery. He realized he had this problem coming out of high school, and no woman no matter how sexy she was could fix it. If she were over 17, he wasn't aroused. Something about a child, untouched, pure, and ripe for picking. That was what he craved. He tried stopping, seeking help, but that only made the urges stronger. This, like the others was supposed to be the last one, but this time it was for real.

Feel that? Course you did. Well that's only just a small taste of what you're about to experience.

Douglas could only sit and watch in horror as this little girl in sat in his lap beating him within inches of his life. Try as me might, his struggles went to no avail as the constraints held tight against his muscles. The only defense he had was to make a grimace against the impact of her punches in hopes that his face would grow numb to the pain. There was no way that little girl's fists alone were doing that much damage to his face. Those gloves were reinforced with something. Metal, brass, or whatever it was, it enhanced her punches tenfold.

Im gonna enjoy messing up that handsome mug of yours stud.

Years of work and thousands of dollars in surgically achieving the "Hollywood look" went down the drain with each blow. Those structured cheekbone implants had been destroyed into his sinuses. His defined jawline swelled like a huge grapefruit under his chin. That blepharoplasty treatment was nowhere to be found under those swollen eyes. His chiseled nose had been pounded into pieces.That perfect smile was shattered in his mouth. Whatever porcelain veneers left that weren't knocked out, were accidentally swallowed.

You though that was painful? Wait until you feel what im about to do next.

Whatever she didn't do with her fists, she did with other things. Whatever came from that belt around her waist she used on him. She slowly carved the alphabet and made drawings across his forearms and chest with razors. She probed his flesh and sensitive areas with needles. Force fed him emetics that set his insides aflame and made him vomit uncontrollably. Tased his gonads until the battery ran out. She did it all with a gleeful smile on her face like a child on christmas morning. A freckle faced redhead, in a plaid skirt and converse sneakers.

Wake up asshole! Don't you even think about going under. You're going to feel everything!!

She took short breaks, but not out of mercy. When she stopped, all it did was make the pain stir and the fear build on what new trick she was going to pull from that damned belt. Whenever she thought he was going to pass out, she brought him back with a strong slap, or with a splash of alcohol over those open razor wounds. Throughout it all, she verbally berated him. Called him things like "pervert" and "babyfucker". There was no point in negotiating or begging. All it did was make her enjoy her torture even more.

Finally, she pulled out a small pink pistol. It almost looked like a toy, but when she shoved it in his mouth and ordered him to suck it, it tasted like cold steel and paint. It was indeed the real thing. To be honest, Douglas never felt happier. Finally, the torture had hit its climax and it was finally going to be over with. She killed him many times over, but this time the pain would finally cease. hopefully any second now she was going to pull that trigger and blow his brains all over the floor of his apartment.

"Enough Prudence."

The sound came from behind her. Douglas opened his swollen eyes as best he could to get a good look. The footsteps came closer. Finally, the person came into view. It was her. The pretty asian girl that he met in an online chat room. She said her name was Reika. They had talked for days. She was a lover of japanese animation and a avid fan of the band Semi Precious Weapons. She had almost eagerly sent him pictures of what she looked like. Small, petite, and only 15 years old. Beautiful. She jumped at the idea of meeting him face to face without a second thought whatsoever.

They agreed on a public place: Fairmex Theatre. He bought the tickets to any movie of her choice. Once it was over, he threw up the suggestion of showing her his non existent "huge manga collection" at his home. She happily complied. She had no idea of what he was getting herself into, or so he thought. He drove her to one of his rented apartments. The same place he took all the other girls who agreed. He called it his "Koppenhouse". He took her in, offered her a drink. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was adding drops of liquid X into her drinking glass in the kitchen.

Here she was standing in front of him, but she was no longer in the clothes he remembered her in. She was dressed in school uniform as her companion, but a different design altogether. Her long hair was no longer in pigtails, and she wore glasses. The most distinguishing thing however was what she was holding. In her hand was a sheathed short sword. Her face read no emotion whatsoever. Simply empty, and blank. Remorseless.

"If I remember correctly, it's supposed to be my turn to be the executioner this time." She said

"My bad. I just couldn't help myself. Sorry May."

"Contact Pandora. Tell her we're finished here."

"Hold up, im not done with him. After I give him a good pistol whipping, I was gonna test out some of the new stuff. Ive still got the homemade mace, and the fire ants with honey to try out."

"No Prudence. You've done enough. You've had plenty of playtime, but we need to finish this now. I have a physics test that I need to prepare for and the Sweet Shoppe closes at 6:30."

"Fuck." She whispered. The redhead frowned as she pulled her gun from his mouth. Before standing she leaned into Douglas' ear. "You should be grateful that Maiko's going to kill you, and not me. She tends to make it quick and in a jiffy. Me? I like to take my time, and I make sure you suffer till you stop breathing. Down to the very last breath. Oh, and when you make it down there in hell, tell my uncle Jasper I said hi." Prudence violently shoved herself off of him and stomped past her counterpart.

"All yours May."

He stared in fear and anticipation as as she slowly pulled the miniature sword from his sheath, A chain of colored butterflies hanging from her hilt. Maiko stepped closer. His heart lumped in his throat and tears fell from his eyes. He knew that his deviant behavior with children would eventually catch up with him, but he never would have expected such consequences as these. Being beaten, and tortured, and murdered by a pair of young girls in cute little schoolgirl outfits. It was almost like something out of a movie.

With the tips of her fingers, she gently moved his chin up, exposing his neck. He wanted to shut his eyes, and possibly say a quick prayer but he couldn't keep them from her. He watched as she took in a small breath. It all happened so fast, he heard a faint swoosh and suddenly he felt his throat open and blood gush from his neck. He hardly felt a thing as everything was hastily starting to go dark. If he hadn't spent his last few seconds of life choking on his own blood, he probably would have thanked her for such a painless end.

Maiko toed off her shoes took her seat on the floor in front of him. As his body shook and rattled in his seconds of life, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be mentally transported away from reality. It had been far too long since she had the opportunity and she would savor every last moment.  After a few minutes, Maiko mentally returned feeling refreshed. Douglas was long gone, eyes staring into oblivion. Standing up, she wiped her sword clean with a handkerchief from her coat pocket and sheathed it back into its protective home. After putting back on her shoes, she noticed Prudence outside on the balcony. From behind she could see her shaking. It was either from a good laugh, or from sobbing.

As Maiko slid the balcony door open, she watched a startled Prudence jump and quickly wipe her eyes. She had been crying. There was something clutched in her other hand. Whatever it was, Maiko guessed that it was the reason for the tears.

"Hey look what I found. They were on top of his fridge. In his box of Treasure Gems cereal." Prudence handed her the envelope. Maiko opened the envelope to find various photographs of Douglas with different girls. Some looked frightened, others looked dazed and near unconscious obviously from being drugged. In each picture he seemed to be forcing himself onto them while at the same time managing to maintain a toothy smile for the camera. All of them had been children.

"Trophies" Said Prudence. "All of his past conquests captured on a photograph. Readily available for him to relive the experience whenever he wanted. Sick Fucker."

Maiko handed the photographs back to Prudence. She took them and once again flipped through each photo, tears welling back up in her eyes. This time she made no attempt to hide them.

"Im sorry for what he did to all of you. Im so sorry I couldn't save any of you." Prudence tore the photos into pieces and let them scatter from her hands into the wind. "There. You're all free now. His bind is no more. He'll never hurt you again."

Maiko watched as the torn pieces fluttered away in the gust. She understood the pain Prudence felt. Like the rest of those girls, Prudence experienced the very same thing. And like them, there had been no one to save her. For a fortunate few of those girls, they would be able to recover from their abuse, and possibly move on with their lives. The rest however would remained damaged forever, unable to cope from the traumatic experience and it would haunt them for the rest of their lives. It would transform them into paranoid, emotionally unstable, angry misandrist versions of their former selves.

"What matters is now is that he is dead, and no longer able to hurt any more children. Id say this was a success." Said Maiko.

Prudence smiled as she once again wiped her eyes. "Fuck yeah. I just wished you would have let me use those fire ants though." Both girls shared a laugh, breaking the somber mood.

Suddenly, the girls heard the doorbell ring. Prudence went to the door and opened it to find Pandora

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Pandora was a woman with a eccentric personality with the fashion sense to match. For every encounter, she wore an ensemble that exhibited two main qualities: loud, and completely over-the-top. Peacock feathers, bright colored boas, and always with a crazy hairstyle. Today, her outfit of choice was leopard print all over, accented with kitty ears and matching contact lenses.

"Hows my little Pru Pru?" Said Pandora as she reached to pinch her cheek.

Prudence immediately pulled back. "Swell. Come on in, We've got one hot, fresh, and killed to order."

Pandora, was a middlewoman involved in black market organ trade. The things she did were the stuff of urban legends. Douglas' dead body would be procured, and anything that could be salvaged, organs, tissues, fluids were harvested and sold for profit. Prudence and Maiko provided her the freshly dead, and for their compensation they were rewarded a professional grade DNA sweep removing any trace of their presence whatsoever.

Pandora tiptoed her leopard heels over the pool of vomit near his feet to get an inspection.

"Good job on feeding him those emetics. He should have a good cleaned out system. Though I must request you don't harm the torso so much. From the neck down is what generates the most currency. Avoid damaging the vital organs. Please consider that my dear. Now, lets get to business." Pandora pulled out a mobile phone from her purse and dialed a number. "Come, come my dearies. We're go."

Seconds later, three men dressed in funky looking hazmat suits enter inside the apartment, each carrying various crates of supplies.

"Well ladies, it was a pleasure doing business with you." Said Pandora in a cheery upbeat tone.

"Likewise. C'mon Maiko. Next up, destination Sweet Shoppe."