Originally posted by Amelie
Based on reading this story are you getting the visual image of some ravenous mad woman wielding hammers and knives around with dexterity and superior
I heard the tale from a neighbor moments after the attack, he had found cover behind the rose bushes in his garden, as he tells it it seems that the
small patch of dirt saved him from the ravishing attacks leveled by this mad women. I saw him shake, his eyes tear up, as he told me the story of how
she came after him before the police arived.
"She rode her wheel chair like a hell's angel, a flick of the hip she was in the air on one wheel swinging around and cutting the corner of my path
to safety. I thought cutting to the right would get me out of the way, but that manuever not only cut off my escape but added to her swing. As her
wheel chair came thundering back to two wheels her upper body, built from years of convelescene care swung that great hammer, the spit from her lips
carried forward on her foul screams seemed to lubricate the air as it decended down destined to end the wimpers from my terror.
Luck saved me that day, I can't say I planned it nor what heavenly force spared me, but my foot lost tracktion in the warm puddle I had just trickled
down my leg onto the sidewalk, spilling face force in a forest of thorns I rolled deep into the garden, the sound of shattering asphalt as the hammer
missed its target and sunk deep into the concrete shook me to my very bones. Momentary blind I rolled deeper into the thorns, combinations of words I
never imagined scorched my ears as I finally rolled to a stop and looked up.
With barely perceivable twitches she was pulling those small front wheels high in the air to keep them out of the soft ground of the garden trying to
get a good line of sight on me, it seemed she was too skilled to risk getting trapped in the soft ground that saved me, it was then that I figured
what she was doing, as she twirled the first of what I later found was only one of the two blades she carried she was guaging distance and finding the
perfect angle for the launching of her perfectly balanced pearing knife.
I knew it was over, I am shamed to admit it, I bowed my head and waited for the end to come, waited for the missle to end the terror that is how I was
to finish my life. But once again providence stepped in, officers tall and strong dressed in blue with the full arsenal of modern weapondry had
I don't know if it was her instinctual threat assesment or just disgust at skewering a cowering and soiled easy kill, that made her turn, but deep
down I think it was the delight of a real challenge, an opponent ready to try and stand, I saw the slight smile on her ancient face and honestly know
that to be the truth.
It all was so fast, one officer was down on the ground calling for backup as I saw her wheeling back and forth over the back of the other, alternating
strokes of those powerfull elderly arms she would push one wheel with one hand and slash down with the other, then with a flick she would switch knife
hands to get the other wheel over the officer as she slashed again... and again..."
Whipping tears away he continued to tell me, " I coulnd't help, she would have done me in too, if it wasn't for the kevlar the police wouldn't be
with us today, I couldn't even move."
"Its ok, what happened next" I tried to reasure him, but truthfully the urine smell coming from his leg was really bothering me, "Continue, what
She must have seen the other officer with the taser, I am sure I saw it, but still can't believe it happened. She bounced with a little hop, just
enough to get the perfect angle to roll down the near unconscious officers leg to get up speed, she was trying to get to the other officer before he
could use his life saving non leathal weapon. Raising his taser he actually hesitated, I thought it was over, I could see that the sheer power of her
projection of her evil seemed to almost freeze him solid, leaving him open for the now raised front wheels of an assualt I could not imagine watching
It must have been his training, with a slight bending of the knees the officer fired the life saving prongs of his sacried defence, holding as if a
shield praying it would stop the teeth bearing wild senior citizen.
She had her weapons stabbed into her throw cushion on her lap as she pumped both arms on the wheels to close the distance, it was obvious her first
attack would be thoose finally polished dentures as she leaned forward, the wheels now smoking as they burnt the ground moving her faster and faster
towards the officer.
The electroids stuck, the juice flowed, soon it would be over. But her deep growl did not change to pain or submission, it was a shreak of glee, once
again she knew her enemy and timed it right. As the electroids sunk into her legs she sapped the nerve powering electricity and used it to rise high
on the front support of her chair. The shocking convulsions controlled and released for a timmed attack.
Now towering over the officer she was driving first with what I now saw was the other knife, she used the serrated edge of the bread knife to saw
threw the kevlar, each twitch from the new pulse of the taser quickening her sawing motion to expose his chest. Expose it to her scalpal sharp other
knife now waiting to open the officers chest. To tear through him, to exose his organs and let her reach what I now knew was her ultimate goal, the
life force from tearing into his beating heart with those perly fresh dentures.
It was about 160 seconds and 9 shocks and she had made it threw the kevlar, I knew I was about to witness, well it can only be called inhumanity...
Then from the corner of my eye I saw hope, the twisted arm of the broken officer raised ever so slightly, it held the life saving weapon of the gods,
a taser. He fired, it would do no good, it would do no good, she would just draw power and grow even stronger, I wanted to scream to call him off, but
again stayed silent.
Through the tears of my fear and misery I noticed the full side of the downed officers taser, he had reversed the polarity, of coarse the polarity
that would do it, as the prongs struck, I figured it out, I did the math, I knew what the effects would be as I witnessed them occur, the 70 year old
women slumped down lifeless into her wheelchair."
[edit on 20-9-2007 by Redge777]