//------------------------------// // I Don't Look for Trouble // Story: Putting the Fun in Dysfunctional // by Nova Quill //------------------------------// There's a certain type of person out there that your parents always warn you about. 'You need to avoid that type,' they say. 'It will only bring trouble,' they proclaim. 'You will only get hurt or worse if you're not careful,' they caution. Knuckle Dragger and his crew were; without a doubt, that type. They knew it, they embraced it, they reveled in it, and they thought that since they always traveled as a group, there was generally fuck all out there that could hurt them; and tonight on this balmy, late Mardi Gras evening, they were damn sure that they were going to collectively get lucky. The girl that they chose had no say in the matter, they just hadn't picked her yet. "Oi, oi! Would'ja look at that fine piece of ass boys! Hot damn you could bounce a quarter offa that!" Motor Mouth crowed to his four fellows, jerking his thumb toward a slight, obviously drunk knockout. Appreciative whoops and whistles echoed back at the gleeful call as the group slowed to watch the lone, strawberry-blonde girl a little further up the road stagger toward her destination, dressed in leather pants that she had to have been dipped into and a glittering, dark top that barely qualified as a handkerchief; almost backless and only doing the token amount to cover her bosom, it left her midriff completely bare and nothing to the imagination. The stiletto, ankle high boots she was precariously tottering on enhanced her curves, but would certainly make flight impossible should she be startled. In short, she was exactly what they had been on the prowl for since the night began. A lascivious grin spread across Tearaway's thin lips as he led the group toward their still unsuspecting prey. The lanky twenty-something's dark eyes glittered, chuckling darkly for a moment, he spoke in a low drawl, "Hey guys, did'ja know that five out of six people enjoy a good gang bang?" "No means yes, yes means anal." Cheerfully rumbled Green Mile, one of the giant bruisers in the back of the gang, eager to get on with the festivities so they could move on to the next. And the one after that. Finally keying in to the commotion, the girl glanced behind her briefly; a spike of fear flashed across her pale yellow face before she placed a steadying hand on the wall and started trying to hobble a bit faster. This was perfect for the pack, they loved it when the prey tried to run. Knuckle Dragger sped up his pace and cut her off, his meaty hand covering most of her collar and neck as he shoved the petite girl roughly into a nearby alleyway and against the adjoining wall with a mad grin on his face. Leering down and enjoying the view of the surprisingly toned physique in his grip, he looked back up into startled fuchsia eyes. "What's your hurry pretty lady?" Knuckle Dragger grinned, gap toothed and sadistic, before slowly running his free hand up her side, stopping just under her chest. "The boys and I just want to have a little fun, a body like yours has got to be used to it by now..." he trailed off suddenly as a frown started to form on his face. The girl in his grip was odd. Her body language said fear- she was trembling, her legs were jittery, trying to find better purchase on the slightly damp stone, her hands were trying desperately to remove his from her throat - but her eyes screamed triumph. Her confidence was making him a bit angry, actually. Why was he hearing a low hum? "Yeah, yeah, sweetie, we promise that you'll like it. Hell, by the time we're done, you won't ever be able to stop thinking about the good time you had." That was Motor Mouth. The wiry twerp sauntered up to his prize like he owned her; grabbing roughly at her ass and blithely ignoring Dragger's warning growl. His free fist swung in a vicious backhand before he had registered the motion, sending the much smaller and lighter man careening. Motor's head hit the opposing wall with a sickening crack before he slumped - motionless, - to the ground. Four A flurry of motion and noise rose up from his remaining compatriots. He was forced to let go of the girl when Green Mile, - the other big guy of the group - slammed a brass knuckled fist into his jaw with a wordless war cry. The others were not quite so taciturn, shouting out a startled "What the fuck man!" and moving to lynch him as a mob. Was that humming getting louder? Tearaway gave a pained shout as Knuckle Dragger threw him bodily out into the street by his now broken leg, the meaty bastard had not taken kindly to being stabbed in the thigh. He added insult to injury by throwing a still unconscious Motor Mouth at him immediately after. Was there a mist rolling in? Why would mist be red? Three The two remaining bruisers tag teamed Knuckle Dragger, hoping to beat him into submission so that they could have their fun with the stunned curly-haired cunt standing paralyzed where they left her, swaying from side to side. Green had broken his hand with the brass knuckles, but he was still fighting like a man possessed, and Brigand, while slightly smaller than the other two, was mostly fresh. They figured they still had a shot at it until Dragger pulled Tearaway's knife out of his leg, spraying out a line of warm blood, and started slashing in wide arcs. The blade sank deep into Mile's shoulder, making him reel in pain before Dragger's wild haymaker finished the job. What the fuck was that song and why was it so loud?! Two Brigand gave a feral bellow and charged Dragger in a blind tackle, the both of them tumbled back and forth gouging, biting and swearing as they did their level best to beat the other to death. They had entirely forgotten about the girl still standing in the shadows of the alleyway, enjoying the show. Two more moved in from the street to stand beside their fellow. Adagio smiled faintly as she was flanked by her sisters, all three faintly singing while the energy coalesced into their pendants. Mmmmm, it was lovely when it got to violence, it always tasted so sweet. The blonde gave a wordless, smug grin to her pig-tailed, purple maned compatriot who scoffed. "Fine Adagio, you were right. We can get a lot more energy out of thugs." Aria begrudgingly admitted. Adagio's grin only widened before she purred in self satisfied glee. "It's wonderful, they are so very prone to violence and no one really cares when they take themselves out." She snickered. None The last of the energy siphoned quickly into their pendants when the source of their feed cut off. Sonata giggled and bounced happily on her heals before she gasped and burst out. "Can we hit up a Denny's next? I really want pancakes!" When the blue haired Siren's query was met with nothing but blank looks, she pouted and squeaked "What? They're good!" Adagio quickly evened out her face to neutral before replying "Yeah, I could go for pancakes, let's hit the one on the southwest, there is a herd of bikers passing through, and we might be able to get some more energy." When she cast a questioning gaze to Aria, the purple haired Siren rolled her eyes and turned on her heel to head to the car. "Waffles are better."