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Originally posted by queenannie38
Two O’clock Tuesday
She was a bombshell. He was definitely shell-shocked: hardly aware that his feet were already moving him toward ground zero.
A quick right-turn of his chin brought the little girl into view, then as quickly out again as his eyes honed back in on his target, who was gazing dreamily at the lingerie display in the Victoria"s Secret window.
He had no doubt in a few years the little girl would be as volatile as her mother; but for now she was just a regular kid, with one finger trolling in the water of the standard issue suburban mall pond the perimeter of which she was tirelessly patrolling. It was a typical midweek afternoon, and he had not detected anyone else but the three of them, each lazily doing duty to their respective daydreams in the quiet intersection of the mall.
Despite lack of prior acquaintance, there was no fear coming from either female, although he was sure he was emitting pheromone radiation in dangerous amounts. The little girl had come to expect the reaction her mother drew from men, and the bombshell had long forgotten that not all women stayed high on the scent of horny males as she did. She was an addict for the euphoria that aroma always triggered. It made her want to eat raspberry pushups.
His thoughts were conforming to her vibrations, which he felt pulling him across the sweet distance of inevitability between them. He was nearly there: so near that he could taste her. She tasted like raspberries.
She turned, appraising him for a second, and with a slow blink of her eyes turned to enter the store. Her invitation had him at the ready to follow her anywhere, but his feet reassigned his agenda with a right face toward the long narrow hallway that led to the bathrooms.
His eyes processed what his feet already knew just as the little girl screamed. His thoughts also began to scream. In them, he heard the Marine he had once been, awakening that inner machine he thought long dead and put to rest in that distant jungle, near the place he had also once buried his last remnant of innocence.
His head filled with rage, its urgency pushing his eyeballs out toward the deviant who was dragging the little girl backward on her heels. The deviant"s right arm was crooked around her neck leaving the left to flutter nervously in the folds of his sweat pants around his crotch. The marine"s eyes probed into the shadows of the sweatshirt hood, which the deviant had pulled up, concealing his face. As their eyes met, repulsion overwhelmed him, but he cast it aside and sought the eyes of the little girl. In them, he saw dead shock, which rang through his bones, turning them to red-hot ice. What he had seen was the little girl seeing her own doom.
This atrocity enabled him to span the 15 feet remaining between them in two leaps. He landed behind her with his back to her abductor, on feet ready to spring again. With both he and the girl facing toward escape, he was unable to see as the doom left her face.
With an efficiency honed by survival, his left arm took over the crook to her neck as his right elbow jabbed backward into the hooded face, caving it in with one spongy crunch. The deviant now discarded, his momentum was leading the escape, and he made the 15 feet back to the hall"s entry in three steps. Mission nearly completed, he glanced to the right toward the store her mother had entered, and felt someone pry the little girl from his grasp on the left. His face swung to the left to meet, with perfect choreography, a massive amount of propulsion concentrated in the butt-end of a red fire extinguisher.
Immediately, his legs began to turn liquid, yet slowly enough to give him time to marvel at the precision of the blow that indicated he should probably rethink the questionable prudence of disarming bombs.
The indiscriminate darkness overcame him just as his bombshell was making her exit out the mall"s main doors at a full run, clutching the hand of the little girl, who was nearly airborne behind her. In her wake, she left the unknown hero rumpled in the entrance of the service hall, just 15 feet away from the villain she had never even seen, dying in a pool of his own blood.